#*hugs and squeezes* Very much appreciated darlin'.

[nickfowlerrr]

by your side

part one / part two / part three / part four

pairing: lee bodecker x reader

warnings: 18+ only. main character injuries. reader pregnancy. morning sickness. angst. fluff. no smut. if i’m missing something important pls lmk.

words: 8.5k

notes: disclaimer: some things mentioned aren’t remotely accurate/possible to the era this takes place in (1960s) or like maybe ever even who knows really. i certainly do not. and though i tried to google more accurate info - i just wrote what worked for the story best lol so we’re all gonna suspend our disbelief and pretend it all makes sense. okay, cool, thanks. 😚 finally posting the last planned part to this little series. it’s poorly edited bc i’m very tired lol so sorry for errors in advance. and sorry it’s taken ages lol but i hope you’ve enjoyed it 🥰 headache was my first ever fic so this miniseries is really special to me. it’s where it all started. 🥹 thank you for reading and reblogging and as always, feedback and comments are appreciated. ❤️

It was chilly outside as you left your apartment, making sure you had everything with you as you walked briskly to your car. You were already late, so you were rushing to get to the station as soon as you could. Lee had been there earlier in the morning to pick you up for work, but when you were finishing getting ready, a sudden wave of nausea came over you and had you running to the bathroom with Lee following right behind. As you dry heaved over the toilet, nothing but bile coming up as your stomach had nothing else to give, Lee’s hand rubbed your back in an effort to comfort you.

He continued worrying over you even when you assured him you were fine.

“Lee, I promise, I’m okay. Probably just ate something bad, it’s nothing,” you said, shooing him off. “You’re gonna be late for work if you don’t go now. I’ll drive myself after I fix up a bit,”

“Darlin’-,” he went to argue, concern lacing his voice.

“Go,” you ordered. “I’ll be there before you know it.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes, you gave him a peck on the cheek. You moved to slip away and usher him out the door but he wrapped his arms around you before you could and squeezed you. You returned his hug as he looked down at you.

“You sure you’re okay, darlin’?”

“Promise, I’m okay.”

He sighed heavily before letting you go and opening the door. He turned and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“If you start feeling sick again, you call me, understand?”

“Yes, Sheriff, I understand,” you recited back to appease him. “I’ll be there before you know it,” you smiled as you urged him out.

“Why don’t I just stay until you’re done?” he tried to argue again. “No one's gonna say anything if I’m late, I’m the sheriff,”

“Lee,” you admonished, “Get outta here. You’re late enough as it is,”

“Fine,” he relented. “But if you’re not there within the hour I’m coming back over here,”

“Okay, deal,” you agreed. “I’ll see you soon.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips.

“Love you, too,” you returned before you watched him walk to the cruiser as you leaned out the door.

“One hour!” he called out as he pulled open the driver’s side door, shooting an “I’m serious” look your way before he got in. You gave him a wave as you smiled while he finally drove off.

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Funnily enough, it’d been well over an hour since Lee had left and you were pretty surprised he hadn’t so much as called. You didn’t think anything of it, though. He was probably out on a call.

When you pulled into the station, your eyes scanned the rows of cars while you looked for a spot, Lee’s cruiser nowhere to be seen. You found an open spot and parked, hustling inside to get to your desk.

“There you are! I was starting to get worried. Lee said you were sick this morning but you’d be here soon. And then soon turned into an hour and then an hour into an hour and a half,” Beth worried. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, he was worrying over nothing, just a queasy stomach,” you assured her. “Speaking of Lee, is he out?”

“Yeah, he went on a call a little while ago. I think he left you a note on your desk, actually.”

You looked in the direction of Lee’s office, with a hint of a smile.

“If you need anything, hon, just let me know,”

“Thank you, Beth, I appreciate it, but really, I’m completely fine,” you waved off her worry with a sweet smile as you made your way to your desk.

Putting your bag down and pulling your chair out, you picked up the note Lee had left and read it as you took your seat.

Had to go out on a call, but I’ll be back before you know it.

Love you, sugar.

- Lee

You couldn’t help but smile at the note, setting it back down and sliding it to the top of your desk as you grabbed the stack of files that had accumulated while you were gone to start getting through the paperwork and filing.

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It had been an hour and Lee still wasn’t back. You didn’t want to start worrying over nothing, but he always called when he knew he’d be longer than normal.. As you were anxiously waiting at your desk for something to happen - be it the phone ringing or Lee finally waltzing in to calm your racing mind and settle your worried thoughts, you noticed Beth going into the break room. Deciding you needed a distraction you got up and followed her.

“Hey,” you greeted as you took a seat at the table, watching Beth as she made herself a cup of tea.

“Hey, you alright, darlin’?” she asked, immediately concerned.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “yeah…So, how long do you think Lee’s been gone now?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant as you sat one leg crossed over the other, your foot swaying anxiously as if it had a mind of its own - betraying your air of calm.

“Oh, uhm…I’m not sure. He’d left maybe thirty five minutes before you got here?”

Your brows raised ever so slightly as you realized it was coming up on two hours that he’d been gone with no word from him. There was a small pit in your stomach beginning to form, but you knew you needed to not freak out. Maybe he was just caught up in something. You were sure it wasn’t a big deal. It couldn’t be.You would’ve heard something by now..

“He hasn’t called or anything, has he?” you asked.

“No, why? Something wrong, hon?”

You shook your head, taking a breath. “No, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“You sure you’re okay, you look a little sick,” she said worriedly, making her way over to the table to take a seat.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve just been having these little bouts of sickness lately. Just out of nowhere, I don’t know why. I thought it might have been something I ate the other day but..I don’t know,”

“Bouts of sickness? Like, what? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, just like, nausea and sometimes I actually get sick, like run to the toilet or find a trash can, sick. Maybe it’s stress? There’s not really any other symptoms of a bug or anything,”

“How long have you been feeling like that?”

“Just started this past weekend,”

“And you’re sure there’s nothing else goin’ on? No… sensitivity to smells? Or feeling more tired than normal, soreness anywhere?” she prompted.

You thought back on this past week and were worried all over, you had all of those symptoms.

“Now that I think about it, yeah, actually…” you said, suddenly getting lost in your thoughts as pieces moved into place. There was no way…

“I don’t mean to pry, really, but, have you and Lee been..ya know, intimate with one another?” she asked, voice hushed to make sure no one else heard despite you two being the only ones in the room.

Your face dropped as you gathered what she was getting at, why hadn’t you considered it a possibility earlier?

“You don’t think…” you trailed off, shaking your head at the absurdity. Although, it really wasn’t all that absurd. It was the most reasonable explanation you had heard all week.

“Sounds to me like you just might be pregnant, sweetie,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips, but not breaking out completely as she wanted to gauge your reaction to the suggestion before she showed her own.

You didn’t have a chance to respond as the phone at your desk began ringing. You shot up, heart racing.

“Oh, that must be Lee,” you said before you rushed to get it.

You had to take a breath before answering the phone, needing to compose yourself in case it was someone else calling to speak with him.

“Sheriff's office, how can I help you today?” you recited as smoothly as you could as Beth came up to the desk to make sure everything was okay.

“Hello, ma’am. This is Debbie Ann down here at the hospital,”

Hospital? You froze. A sinking feeling was suddenly heavy in your chest as you waited for her to continue, not so much as making a sound during the time you were waiting. It couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds, but each one felt like an eternity.

“We have Sheriff Bodecker down here. Looks like he was just brought in a bit ago. I’m told he has a gunshot wound…”

There was like a static, a buzzing in your ear as you dissociated for a split second while she spoke. You didn’t hear anything she said after ‘gunshot’. Staring off at nothing, your mouth parting just slightly.

“Ma’am? Hello, are you still there?” the woman on the other end asked as you came back to yourself.

“What?” you faltered out of breath.

“We’ve tried calling the old contacts we had on file, but no one answered. The only working number listed is the station,” she explained as you were reeling. You were trying to catch your breath, blinking wildly as you tried to get a grip, hands floundering on your desk for your keys.

“O- okay, I’ll uh - I’ll be right there, I’m coming right now. I’ll be there right away,” you rushed out, fighting the tightness in your throat as you spoke. You nearly slammed the receiver down as you grabbed your purse and coat, not thinking of anything other than getting to him as soon as possible.

“Wow, wow, wow,” Beth rushed to slow you down. “Sweetheart, what happened? Where are you goin’?”

You stopped as she grabbed your hand and turned to her, tears welling in your eyes.

“I have to get to the hospital,” you stammered.

“Why? What happened, what’s wrong?”

“Lee’s been shot,”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her hand flying to her chest in shock. “Okay,” she agreed quickly. “We’ll go, but you’re not driving. I’m gonna get Sam, he’ll take us. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay,” she assured you before rushing to get Sam from his desk.

They made their way to you quickly, Sam looking as concerned as his fiance.

“Peters,” he called, “radio Franklin and Sanderson, I’m pretty sure they’re the ones who called the Sheriff out earlier. See if you can get a hold of them. I’ll call from the hospital when I get there.”

Beth was already walking with you to their car, her hand holding yours was a comfort as she ushered you into the backseat, Sam trailing right behind you guys.

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“You okay?” Sam asked gently as he glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “I’m sure he’s fine,” he tried to ease your worries but his words did little to help.

The hospital wasn’t too far from the station, and Sam was speeding down the near empty road, getting you there in record time.

The second the car stopped moving, you rushed out and headed straight for the entrance without a thought; Beth and Sam right behind you.

You made a beeline for the reception desk as you entered, your sense of composure and any manners out the window..

“We’re looking for Sheriff Bodecker,” you nearly panted, voice shaking. You weren’t sure if you were out of breath from your brisk walking or from the anxiety that was strangling you.

“The Sheriff, yes. He’s being attended to right now. Are you his wife?” the older woman asked, looking at you clearly concerned by your panicked state.

You shook your head dumbly.

“Family?”

“He doesn’t-” your voice threatened to break as you spoke, shaking your head again as you felt the tears welling, “he doesn’t have any family,” you heard the edge in your voice, but you couldn’t help your response. The stress was taking over you and you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. You didn’t mean to come off as frustrated as you did, but you were still irritated by the needless questions.

The woman looked at you sympathetically, nodding in understanding as you felt Beth beside you take your hand in hers reassuringly. Turning you to her, she grabbed you gently and led you to sit in one of the hard chairs of the waiting area while Sam took over the conversation with the woman at the desk.

“Just sit back, honey. We’ll figure this out, you just breathe, it’s gonna be okay,” she soothed, running her lithe hand up and down your back comfortingly. Sam turned and gestured for Beth to come over to the desk and she did just that. You watch them anxiously, looking for any sign that something was truly wrong, that the worst case scenario had happened, but they kept their backs to you as they spoke.

Not too long later, Beth came back over.

“He’s getting looked after right now. Can’t have any visitors until they finish doing what they need to do, but we can stay here and they’ll keep us updated. But he’s okay, sweetie, he’s alive and breathin’,” she breathed a smile as you nodded frantically, a bit of ease washing over you for a second before you found yourself beginning to cry unabashedly at the relief.

She hugged you tightly as you cried. “He’s okay, he’s gonna be okay,” she repeated softly.

You calmed down as you pulled away, wiping at your bleary eyes, grateful for the lack of other people in the waiting area - no further witnesses to your emotional display.

“He’s okay,” you echoed aloud, nodding, almost as if you were reassuring yourself of that fact while you wiped your tears, taking steadying breaths.

“I’m really sorry, ladies, I have to get back to the station, fill everyone in and see if Franklin or Sanderson has called in yet,”

“What- what happened, Sam? How did he get here?” you asked.

“I’m not too sure yet, but I promise I’m going to find out. She said two officers brought him in and he was unconscious. They told her to call the station and that they were goin’ back on pursuit. I’m hopin’ someone at the station’s heard from ‘em and we’ll figure it out,” he said confidently before turning his eyes fully on Beth, “You call me if you need me before I get back.”

“I will,” she nodded, getting up to give him a quick kiss before he left.

Your head was in your hands as you continued trying to collect yourself, taking deep breaths as you felt your stomach turning again - you knew what that feeling meant. You shot up and scurried right for the bathroom, getting into a stall just in time.

Beth followed you in after a moment, right as you were flushing the toilet before heading to the sink.

You could feel her looking you up and down, attempting to assess you discreetly.

“I’m fine,” you huffed as you looked at her in the mirror.

She bit her lip as she continued looking at you.

“Beth,” you rebuffed, turning to look at her standing beside you.

She looked around the bathroom, just making sure it was really empty before she spoke.

“I’m not trying to upset you anymore than you already are,” she broached carefully, “but maybe, you know, while we’re here you should get a test done. Just to find out, one way or the other,” she suggested, her support and care for you clear in her eyes.

You could feel your lips in a thoughtful pout as your eyebrows worried. “Do you..you think I really might be pregnant?” You knew the answer, but you asked anyway. Beth’s hand came up to rest on your shoulder reassuringly.

“Oh, sweetie,” she spoke softly.

“Oh, god,” you breathed, placing your hand over hers. “Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

You both walk out of the bathroom and go back to the desk to check in to be seen. It was desolate so you didn’t think it’d take long for you to get in. You filled out the standard paperwork and then waited for either your name or Lee’s to be called.

And just as you’d hoped, it wasn’t too long before your name was being called and a nurse took you to a small room not too far beyond the front desk.

The room you were led to smelled sterile, like a doctor’s office, and just like the rest of the building. Your palms were sweating and you felt queasy again.

Question after question was asked, what symptoms you were having, your last sexual encounter, your last cycle, etc., etc.. You don’t know what you were expecting but you just wanted to get the test done and go back out there to wait for any updates on Lee.

“Alright, we just need a urine sample from you and then the technician will get your test. Results won’t be ready for at least two hours,” the nurse recited with little emotion, as if she was speaking off a script.

All you could do was nod as she handed you the cup and riddled off the basic instructions for you to follow.

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You left the room feeling unsure of everything. What would you do if the results came back positive? What would Lee say? What would everyone around town say? You’d be seen as the unwed harlot who got knocked up by the sheriff, your boss, you could hear the church goers gossip now.

You sat quietly by Beth as you continued waiting for any news after being reassured by her that nothing happened while you were being seen.

An hour passed as you and Beth mindlessly flipping through the magazines that had littered the entryway table along the wall.

“Why haven’t we heard anything yet?” you groused.

“Don’t worry yourself, hun,” Beth lightly admonished. “You’re gonna make yourself sick.”

You sighed, knowing she was right.

“I just wanna see him. Make sure he’s okay,”

“I know, believe me, I do. But they’ll let us know as soon as he’s ready for visitors. You know, we should probably get some food in you,” she pointed out.

“We can’t leave,” you responded, sounding frazzled, as if she was insane for even suggesting it.

“We won’t, we can just grab something in the cafeteria. I’ll tell ‘em where we’re going in case they call us,” she said, leaving no room for argument as she went to the desk to let the ladies know where you’d be.

You followed her to the cafeteria which was just as empty as the waiting area with the exception of the few staff who were scattered around the food hall eating their lunches and mid shift snacks.

Beth got food for the both of you as you sat at the table nearest the door, in case anyone came in looking for you.

You thanked her as she sat across from you, handing you a tray of food. You eyed the sandwich on the tray warily, not sure you were up to eating.

“I know you don’t have the results just yet, but in case you are,” her eyebrows raised as she eyed you knowingly, “you gotta at least try to get something down. You haven’t eaten all day, you need to.”

You looked at her, nodding, “I know, you’re right.”

You reached for her hand across the table and squeezed it meaningfully. “Thank you,” you said in a near whisper, “for everything. You’re a really great friend, Beth,” you smiled tightly with tears in your eyes.

“I’m always here for you, you know that,” she smiled back, returning the squeeze to your hand before you went to your lunches.

You munched a carrot, watching as Beth took a bite of her sandwich. You needed confirmation it was edible before you would try it.

She looked up to meet your eye, chuckling at your raised brow and skeptical look. “It’s not bad, I swear,” she said after swallowing her bite.

“If I get sick again, I’m blaming you,” you laughed lightly.

Just as you were going to grab the sandwich, your name being called had your head shooting up, meeting the eye of the same nurse you’d been seen by earlier. You swallowed hard, you knew what this had to be.

“Could you follow me, ma’am,” she prompted. You stood and looked to Beth, sharing a nod before following behind the woman.

You only found your voice once you were in the hallway, “You have my results?” you asked trepidatiously.

“Oh, no. They should be ready soon, though,” she said without looking back at you as she continued leading you down the hallway. She must have sensed your confusion as she stopped a few feet from a closed door.

“Sheriff Bodecker asked to see you,” she supplied as she gestured to the door behind her.

Your eyes widened, as you hurried past her to the door, why the hell didn’t she say that sooner?

“Be careful with him,” she bid as you took a second to open the door gently, trying to calm down from all the emotions swirling around inside you.

You pushed open the door and peaked in. The second you saw Lee’s bright blue eyes looking over, you felt your heart squeeze and you nearly ran to his bedside, eyes filled to the brim with tears on the brink of falling.

“Hi darlin’,” he said, a lopsided grin on his pretty lips as he immediately stretched his right arm out for you to hug him.

“I was so worried,” you blubbered as you held onto him, trying to be careful with him before you pulled away to look him over. His left bicep was bandaged and you looked back to his face, worry etched all over your own once again.

“What happened?”

He released a heavy sigh, taking your hand in his and urging you to sit on the bed with him. Your full attention was on him as he ran his thumb on your hand soothingly.

“Goddamn Gates,” he cursed. “Son of a bitch was drunk and beating on Judy again. Franklin and Sanderson couldn’t get him to open the door and called me down there, sayin’ Gates would only speak to me. I got there and he opened up, I went inside to talk to ‘em, make sure Judy was alright and he was rantin’ and ravin’ about how he hadn’t touched a drink all week, all the while reekin’ the stuff. Judy said she was done, had enough of him finally and wanted him out. Then, I don’t know where he got it from, but all of a sudden he was waving a gun around, yellin’ about how he wasn’t goin’ to jail.

I turned to tell Judy to go outside and the fucker shot me. Tried to hit me in my chest but he’s a shit shot even when he’s not drunk off his ass,” he turned to show you his left arm, “bullet went straight through, they said it didn’t hit anything, so it just needs to heal up and I’m fine.”

“God, Lee,” you exhaled, your distress clear in your voice.

“They said you were unconscious when you got here?” you brought up, needing to know the full story.

“I wasn’t unconscious,” he denied, lip twitching up at the corner. “I was pretty out of it, though,” he admitted.

“He’d shoved past me to the back door when he heard the front door open and I was too focused on my arm to stop myself from falling. Hit my head on the corner of their table pretty hard,” he grimaced. “Have a concussion, but-”

“Oh my god,” you interjected as you got closer to him, gently running your hand through his cropped hair.

“I’m fine,” he finished, taking your hand in his. The look in his eye as he stared at you had your heart skipping a beat. Gleaming with adoration and love. Not a bit of worry for himself, his full focus on you.

“If anything had happened to you,” you breathed, not even wanting to think about how much worse today could have gone, “I-”

You couldn’t even finish talking as he pulled you into him, holding you as best he could with just his right arm.

Pulling away after a moment, you looked in his eyes, hoping yours got across all the feelings you didn’t have the words to properly express before you leaned back into him and kissed him more tenderly than you ever had before.

“I love you, Lee Bodecker,” you whispered against his lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“Sweetheart,” he whispered in return. “I don’t think I ever really knew what love was before I met you.”

You smiled as your foreheads pressed together, noses touching lightly. Lee pulled back from you then and the glimmer in his eyes had you wanting to do nothing more than wrap him in your arms and lay with his head resting on your chest, the kind of peace, comfort, and love you’d always dreamed of, the kind you’d found with him, were the only feelings you wanted to focus on. He caressed your cheek gently before looking down and taking your hand in his once more.

There was something building in the air, an anticipation. You didn’t know where the feeling came from but it had you on the edge of your seat.

Looking back up from your hand in his, Lee’s eyes met yours.

“I wasn’t plannin’ on asking you like this, but if today’s reminded me of anything, it’s that life is short,” he said sincerely while you stared at him, eyes rounded as you forced yourself to take a deep breath. “Gates’ aim had been better, I might not be here with you right now. I might not have ever gotten the chance to tell you just how stupidly in love I am with you,” he smiled. “How your laugh is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. How lookin’ in your eyes makes me feel like there’s hundreds of butterflies flying around in my stomach, how you make me feel like I’m walking on air when you look at me. And how thankful I am to have met you, how lucky I am you let me love you, and have given me the honor of bein’ yours for as long as you have now,”

You could feel your eyes watering for what must have been the tenth time that day as you waited for him to ask what you thought he was going to, squeezing his hand encouraging him to go on.

“Darlin’, you’re my whole world. And I can’t go another minute without you knowing just how serious I am about you, just how much I want, need you in my life. And however long I’m here on this earth for, whether it’s another month or thirty years, I want it to be with you… I want it all with you, everything.

I want you to move in with me, I want you to take my name, and I want to start a family with you, I-...”

A family. You almost lost it when he said those words, but you held it together another second…Then you heard your name leaving his lips and the tears began to slide gently down your cheeks.

“Will you marry me?” he asked softly.

Your heart about burst at the question as your lip wobbled, holding his hand tighter than you had before, making sure this was really happening and you weren’t just dreaming it. As you opened your mouth to answer him, the door opened with no notice and startled you as you shot your head over to see who was interrupting the intimate moment. It was the same nurse from earlier, but this time she had a chart with her, holding the file in her arm.

“This can’t wait?” Lee asked gruffly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt Sheriff, but I’m not here for you,” she turned her gaze to you then, “We have your test results, hon.” Your eyes went wide and your stomach felt queasy all over again at the sudden reality, anxiousness coursing through you. The idea of a family with Lee wasn’t just a nice idea to look forward to in a few years. The possibility was very real right here and now. You knew it’d be okay, whatever the results were, but still. Why was there so much going on today, you could hardly keep up physically let alone emotionally.

“Test results?” Lee questioned, you could hear the worry in his voice and as you turned to look back at him, you saw the concern on his face as he looked between you and the nurse. “What test?”

“Just,” you took his face in your hands gently, “just one second,” you assured him without answering his question, kissing him softly before following the nurse to just outside the door.

“Well, I’ll get right to it, it looks like what we suspected. Test came back positive, you’re pregnant,” she said, offering you a smile.

You knew that was coming, you knew it. But it still hit you like a ton of bricks. You felt like you were in shock, but you weren’t really shocked at all. You smiled back, before nodding.

“Oh,” you exhaled with a breathy laugh, “okay. Thank you,” you said as she walked back down the hall, leaving you to digest the news. You stood there for a moment until Lee calling your name prompted you to go back in the room, worried he’d get up and come check on you if you didn’t.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked gently as he pulled you back to near his bedside the second you got close enough to touch.

You worried your lip before meeting his eye. That look was there again, it always was. His bright blue eyes shining with nothing but concern for you. Filled with his need to comfort you, protect you, love you. You couldn’t help your eyes watering or the smile that broke out across your face as you admired him, taking a breath before you spoke.

“How would you feel…” you started, trying to not let your tears overtake you just yet, “about starting that family a little sooner rather than later?” you questioned shyly, eyes set on your hand in his while trying to hold the tears back a little longer.

“What are you talkin’ about, sugar?”

You looked up, meeting his eye and taking a deeper, more grounding breath before speaking again.

“I’m pregnant,” you announced, exhaling shakily. His eyes widened after a second while he took in what you’d just said,

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated, the corner of his lips quirking up. You nodded in response. He breathed a laugh in disbelief and you swore the smile that shone on his face was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.

You laughed in return, a relief and calm washing over you as you let your tears fall and watched as Lee’s own eyes watered at the news. He grabbed you, trying to pull you onto the bed with him. “You’re pregnant!” he beamed.

“Lee!” you laughed, “Be careful, you’re still hurt,” you objected.

“I’ve never been better in my life, darlin’,” he grinned, tugging you still.

You relented and gingerly laid down next to him, his right arm wrapping around your waist, palm resting carefully on your belly while you nuzzled into him. Turning your face up to look at him, Lee was already staring at you. You leaned up to meet his lips, indulging in a sweet kiss that was full of your love for one another, growing deeper the longer you held the kiss before you parted.

“You haven’t answered my question, sweetheart,” he simpered, eyeing you adoringly.

“Right,” you agreed, the proposal he’d just finished before the nurse walked in fresh in your mind. “What was it that you asked me again?” you feigned innocence, both of you smiling knowingly. There were stars in your eyes as you looked at him, elation filling you as he gazed back with a look akin to your own.

“I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you, there’s nothing I want more than to marry you and start this family with you,” he said, rubbing your tummy as he spoke. “Will you marry me?”

You nodded, smiling up at him. “Yes,” you breathed a laugh. “Of course I will, I’ll marry you.”

Reaching up to kiss him again, you held his cheek in your hand.

“You’re gonna be my husband,” you grinned.

Lee laughed and kissed you once more. “Damn right, I am.”

“Okay, as much as I wanna lay with you, one of us is gonna end up falling off this bed,” you joked, moving to sit up. He let you sit up without an argument, only sighing in disappointment at the loss of you laying next to him. He took your left hand in his as he held it, his touch featherlight as his thumb rubbed along your ring finger.

“We’ll go down to the jeweler’s tomorrow,” he told you. “Gonna get you a ring, whichever one you want,” he smiled at you. You gave a tight lipped smile in return as you suddenly began worrying about what people would say. He knew the second you started to worry, gripping your hand more firmly, but his hold was still gentle, just enough to get your head back to the present. You looked at him, taking a breath.

“What are people gonna say? When they find out I’m pregnant before we’ve gotten married?” you asked, letting him know what you were worrying about.

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter what they think or what they have to say. You don’t need to worry about a thing. It ain’t nobody's business anyway,”

“Might not be their business but that isn’t gonna stop them from talking. I remember all those awful things they said about Susan not two years ago. Nearly ran her right out of town, all the whispers and judgy looks she’d get whenever she went anywhere without Bill,” you said, shaking your head at the memory. Those church women were especially cruel to her. You didn’t want to be the next talk of the town. You and Lee both were already on thin ice with the lot of them for your so called “work affair”.

“Darlin’, if anyone has anything bad to say about you, they’ll be dealin’ with me. No one’s gonna make my girl - my wife, the mother of my child, feel bad for any reason. I’ll make damn sure of it,” he promised you.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his instance no one would talk about you, but his words were comforting nonetheless. He was right, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. You were happy and in love and you wouldn’t change a single thing, pregnant out of wedlock or not. And the way you lit up hearing him call you his wife, and the mother of his child had you giddy all over.

“Only reason those ladies would talk about you is because they’re jealous anyway,” he added, making you laugh again. “I mean it, sugar. You’ll be the talk of the town for all the right reasons. You’re already like a damn starlet walking around gracing all of us small town folk with your beauty,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as you rolled your eyes again at his ridiculous compliments. Ridiculous to you, at least. Because Lee meant every word he said.

“You’re gonna make the most beautiful bride and the prettiest mama this town has ever seen. I can’t wait to watch you get heavy with our baby. Can’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle, straight to me,” he simpered. You smiled demurely. Kissing him softly once more.

“We’ve got a lot of plannin’ to do,” Lee pointed out.

“You’ve got a lot of healin’ to do, Sheriff. We’ll figure everything else out in due time,”

Lee smirked, eyeing you like he wanted to argue that he was fine, but decided against it.

“Well, the doc said I could go home soon, and seein’ as I’ll be taking tomorrow off, we’ll have plenty of time to get your ring at least.”

“Lee,”

“Don’t try and argue, sweetheart. I want everyone to see a ring on your finger as soon as possible, let ‘em all know you’re mine, no question about it.”

“As if you haven’t made that obvious already,” you said, raising a brow at him.

“Reminders never hurt. Besides, a girl like you deserves to have a diamond on that finger. Show it off to all those Betties who like to gossip, give ‘em something to talk about,” he smiled.

“Give it another month, they’ll have plenty to talk about, I’m sure,” you said with a dry laugh, looking down at your stomach.

Lee considered you for a moment before talking.

“Move in with me,” he said.

You looked at him quizzically.

“Well, duh,” you smiled.

“This weekend. I’ll hire movers, we’ll get you settled by Sunday,” he said, almost begging, wanting to get ahead of the refusal he was sure you’d have at trying to move so soon knowing he was still healing.

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, “Okay,” you agreed, earning a grin from him in return as he nodded and visibly relaxed.

“The guest room is already clean, it’ll be easy enough to turn it into a nursery,” he added. You smiled at his happiness, the emotion evident on his face. And your heart soared at the way he was so ready for this, as if he’d been waiting for everything to fall into place, waiting for this to start with you. He was already planning everything out in his head, you could practically see the wheels working as he thought.

“You’re gonna be an amazing dad, you know that?” you breathed.

He smiled softly at you, looking like his mind was far off for just a second before he came back to himself. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom,” he responded. “We’re gonna do this together, we’re gonna do our best, do everything we can for this little one,”

“And for each other,” you added, wanting to remind him you’d always be there for him, too. You were a family now, undeniably. It was like everything had changed in your lives in a matter of hours, but the one thing that would stay the same was your love for one another. Trials and unforeseen changes, be they good or bad, only solidified that knowing you had deep down. You were it for each other. And your love only grew stronger with each day.

He nodded, still smiling as he gently let go of your hand, moving to rest his palm on your belly again, you put your hand over his and when you looked at him again, his eyes were shining as tears filled his eyes.

“Seems crazy to say, considerin’ I was shot and concussed and all, but I think this is the best damn day of my life,” he laughed breathily as a few tears fell. You were quick to wipe them from his cheeks as you took his face in your hands delicately, laughing softly in turn, your thumb gently brushing his cheek as you leaned your head to his.

“Whole lot to process,” you mused. “But you’re here. And you’re okay. And we’re having a baby,” you repeated, your smile growing wider.

“And you’re gonna make me your wife,” you nearly whispered as your lips brushed his. “I could see how it’s one of the best when you look at it like that.”

Lee simpered as he leaned into you before closing the distance between your lips and kissing you tenderly.

“But you have to promise me something, Lee,” you urged, making sure he was looking in your eyes, wanting him to see how serious you were. “Your main focus right now is on healing. I don’t want you rushing anything, alright? I just need you to get better, I need you to be okay. And I know you’re gonna say you’re fine, but I mean it, Lee,”

“I promise,” he swore, his hand holding yours, keeping your touch to his cheek before he pulled it to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “You have my word.”

You schooled your face, not wanting to let on your surprise at his lack of pushback. “Good,” you said satisfied, pulling your hands back to rest in between your bodies, but not letting go of each other.

“Now, you have to promise me something,” he said.

You eyed him, waiting for him to continue.

“You have to promise you won’t get mad.”

“Why would I get mad?” You asked. He took a beat before speaking matter of factly.

“You’re fired.” You blinked at him, confused for just a second before his words registered.

“Excuse me?” you said incredulously.

“You’re carrying my baby in there, no way I’m gonna have you working. No need for it,” he answered as if it was obvious.

“No need for it?” you scoffed. “I’ll tell you one thing for sure, Mr. Bodecker. You’d be completely lost without me. In fact, this is a perfect example of why you need me at the station. Had I been there when they tried to call you in, I would’ve told those two bozos to figure it out themselves. Too damn lazy to do their job is what it was. You never should’ve been down there to begin with. They’re officers, for Christ’s sake! They could’ve easily gotten him to open up, they just didn’t want to deal with it. And where were they when you were inside, huh? Not talking to Judy, were they. Probably guzzling their coffee, leaning along their cruiser while they talked about baseball or whatever the hell else it is they talk about, meanwhile you’re getting shot at by some wife beatin’ drunk all because they can’t be bothered to do their damn jobs. Left you all alone in there with no one to watch your back, that’s reckless and dangerous and they’re so damned lucky you’re alright, because I swear, had anything worse happened to you, Lee -,” you ranted, not realizing how truly angry you had been beneath the fear and worry you felt for Lee.

“Alright, alright, I hear you, darlin’. Take it easy,” he said, trying to calm you while hiding the look of amusement and pride threatening to break across his face at your impromptu lecture and ranting.

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. “And I know for a fact your files would be an unorganized mess and your paperwork would always be half done without me there to assist you,” you huffed.

“You’re not firing me, Lee,” you said, defiant and definitively. “If anyone is gettin’ fired today, it should be those two idiots, not me.”

Lee considered you for a second, biting on his tongue in thought before he huffed out a laugh through his nose. “I’ll make you a deal, then. I’ll give you five months workin’ your normal days but as soon as your last trimester hits, I don’t want you so much as lifting a finger in that station,” he said, giving you a look that left little room for argument.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you considered it. Five months is a lot of time to make things work in your favor…

“Fine,” you agreed, making your dissatisfaction clear in your tone.

“Don’t give me that look, sugar, you’re gonna kill me with those eyes,” he bemoaned. “I’m already hurt as it is, darlin’,” he gave you his best puppy eyes as he took your hand in his again.

“Well speakin’ of not lifting a finger at the station,” you repeated his sentiment, “You’re gonna be taking a lot longer than just one day off, Sheriff.”

“That so?”

“That is so. And don’t think for one second that you’ll be out patrolling until your arm is completely healed,” you said firmly.

“I think you think it’s a lot worse than it is, sweetheart. I’ll be good as new by next week,” he assured you.

You looked down at his hand in yours and squeezed it, more as a comfort to yourself than anything. “A week, then,” you said, a soft plea disguised under your tone of faux authority. “The whole week. You’re gonna be home, you’re not going on a single call.”

“Hey,” he called, bringing your attention to him, “I’m alright,” he insisted while his eyes were intent on you.

You took a second, looking in his eyes for reassurance and then nodded. “Okay,” you breathed, looking away, feeling that familiar tingling in your nose as you blinked back a fresh wave of tears.

“No more tears, darlin’. Look at me,” he ordered gently. “You’re okay.”

“‘M not worried about me,” you muttered as you met his eye again.

“I know I can’t keep you from worrying’ about me, but darlin’, you really don’t need to.”

“You know how ridiculous it is to hear you say that as you’re layin’ in a hospital bed?” you snapped before your voice quavered as it rose, “You could’ve died, Lee!

And you’re tellin me I don’t need to worry about you?” you scoffed, you looked at him incredulously before you really saw him, laying there hurt and vulnerable whether he wanted to admit it or not, and you softened instantly. It wasn’t him you were so upset at. “You’re the love of my life, Lee,” your voice shook despite you trying to reign in the emotion. “I’m always gonna be worried about you, even if you aren’t worried about yourself. Which, you know, now, you have to. You have to worry because I’m not gonna be raising a little baby Bodecker all on my own,” you tried to ease up as you sniffled, wiping at your eyes.

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he sighed, regret in his eyes. “I think we just need to go home and relax together. Focus on all the good we got out of today instead of the bad. All this stress can’t be good for the baby, neither.”

You rubbed at your face, growing tired from the whirlwind you’d been through today.

“No,” you shook your head with a sigh of your own, “I’m sorry.” Your hand was on his thigh, your thumb absentmindedly soothing across it as you breathed. “I didn’t mean to get upset - I’m not upset. Not with you, anyway. I just - I’m sorry,” you breathed, not knowing how to properly put into words what you were thinking or feeling, only frustrating yourself further.

“None of that,” he chided as he sat further up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed with you.

“Lee, don’t do that!”

“They didn’t say I couldn’t move,” he argued. “In fact, they said someone’d be in here soon to show me how to dress the wound while it heals and then I can go home. Hand me my pants, sugar?”

You eyed him unbelieving but stood and grabbed his pants anyway, bringing them over for him. He moved his left arm gingerly as he tried to pull them further up his legs once he had his feet through so you took hold of them and helped slide them up for him. You zipped the zipper and buttoned them closed. “Want your belt on, too?”

“No. Thank you, darlin’.” He took the gown he was still wearing off and sat shirtless as he looked to you.

“‘Course,” you said as you took his face in your hands, standing before him. You watched as he let himself revel in the warmth of your touch, sighing heavily as he closed his tired eyes and leaned into your palm.

“Maybe a week off will do me some good,” he mused. “Plus if I’m not there, no reason for you to be, either.”

“Who’s gonna make sure your paperwork gets finished if I’m not there? Or redirect your calls?” you asked as you moved your hands from his face, running your fingers soothingly through his short, dark brown hair instead.

“That’s what the front desk ladies are for. You could use the time off, too. We’ll have our own little vacation,” he sweet talked as he stared up at you like you were his whole world.

“A whole week…” you pondered aloud. “We should use that time well,” you suggested.

“What do you have in mind?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you bit your lip. “I don’t know... What do you think about eloping?”

Lee’s eyes widened as he looked at you confused and almost shocked.

“You want a shotgun wedding?” he asked.

“You don’t have to call it that,” you said, embarrassed. Taking a breath as your hands fell gently to his shoulders. “You want to run for reelection, don’t you?”

Lee nodded in response, and you could see the dots connecting as he did with a sigh of his own.

“You and I both know how important the church vote is for you. Doubt they’ll be all too happy with their chosen sheriff moving his pregnant girlfriend into his home before they’re married.” Lee rolled his eyes but knew you were right.

“Just doesn’t seem fair to you,” he said.

“I think I prefer it,” you replied with a small smile. “Less stress around planning,” you offered.

“If that’s what you want, babydoll, that’s what we’ll do. As long as you’re happy. And as long as I get to call you my wife once it’s all said and done,” he smirked as he pulled you closer to him with his right arm around your waist, “I’m happy, too. And if it helps my approval ratings, well that’s just the cherry on top of the sundae.”

You laughed as you bent to place a kiss to his forehead which he gratefully accepted before he rested his head against your tummy, placing a kiss of his own to your stomach as his hand rubbed your lower back.

“I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you. Grow this little family of ours,” he smiled affectedly. “Wouldn’t want any of this with anyone else. Only you. The good and the bad, I’ll take all of it as long as I know I’ll have you by my side.”

“You’ll always have me by your side,” you promised as you looked down at him, your adoration, devotion, and love to him and your future family together gleaming brightly in your eyes. “Always.”

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Always, Always || Drabble 4

TITLE: Always, Always || A Gordon “Gordo” Stevens Drabble 

FANDOM: For All Mankind (Apple+ Series) 

CHARACTER: Gordon “Gordo” Stevens 

MAIN PAIRING: Gordon “Gordo” Stevens + OC Janine Franklin  

MAIN STORYLINE: When someone “new” enters the facility, Gordo just can’t stop thinking about her. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Chapter 4 is here. As a warning, this chapter discusses insecurities, jealousy, and other possibly triggering themes. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thank you so much for reading my work as always. - V. 💜

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1982

The sun feels brighter, coffee tastes sweeter than expected, and he smiles much more often. 

Since hugging Janine for the very first time only days earlier, Gordo makes a point of “returning” to Johnson Space Center nearly all the time. For once, he doesn’t care about tugging on his uniforms and going to the moon. Not yet at least. 

Any other time, Gordo would’ve been embarrassed, but now he proudly squeezes into one rickety chair that perches for Janine’s classes. Until further notice, there's no need for Gordo to have another spotlight, not with Jan up front. 

And yet, worry lowers into Gordo’s body out of nowhere after he walks right alongside Janine in the hall one afternoon. He can’t exactly pin down his reason for anxiety until Ed Baldwin, his longtime comrade and friend, is passing by to say hello. 

Wearing this dapper but professional suit that slims out his lean frame and bring out youth, Ed reaches out, gently tapping Gordo’s shoulder for a moment and showing another great smile. 

“Buddy Boy!” Ed’s greeting is quite joyful, but not loud enough to bring attention near Gordo. 

“Hi, Bob.” Gordo mentions that inside joke for Ed, giving enough space to hug his friend but still wanting Janine around. 

“Nice  to see you, Gordo. Janine.” After moving away from Gordo’s hug, Ed acknowledges both people with another smile on his face, but that specific moment  sends worry back into Gordo’s heart. 

The problem is, in Gordo’s opinion anyhow, Ed’s glance towards Janine lingers a bit too long. It doesn’t help that Janine is still grinning at Ed while lugging this briefcase near her left hip. The way Janine moves, so fluid, is like a model’s strut. 

All the same, Gordo knows so much better than to end up making a scene. Of course, no one deserves to be humiliated. To make matters worse, staff members of NASA Public Affairs would’ve lost their minds. 

Ed likes confident people, and Gordo knew. To be honest, though Gordo will soon finalize the divorce with Tracey, why the hell would Janine offer him a chance when he looks so different now.

Unfortunately, he’d cherish that embrace with Janine, but she deserved better. This kind and brilliant woman needed someone like Ed. 

“Hey, Gordo. Are you all right?” That question from Janine pulls Gordo away from his own thoughts. 

“Oh, uh. Sorry. I…uh…Must’ve zoned out for a second. I’m sorry.” Gordo stammers around Janine and he doesn’t realize that Ed is still standing there, already planning for the three of them to settle in his office.  

“Come on, Buddy. We’ll get you some water.” Ed offers his help to Gordo and Janine follows both men right down the hallway, scurrying in pump heels. 

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Sitting across from Ed’s desk minutes later, Gordo drains water that sits in paper cups.  

“Feel better? We thought you had another  flashback or something.” Janine pouts while handing over more water, honestly concerned for Gordo. 

“I’m feeling better, Darlin’, but…” Gordo’s Southern roots come out and he also slips, forgetting to use Janine’s first name. 

“But what?” Janine asks. 

Gordo almost forgets that he’s sitting in Ed’s office, but catches himself. He can’t explain too much here, wanting to respect his friend. 

In this moment though, Gordo finally realizes what emotion coursed through his veins once Ed first passed by in the hall and acknowledged Janine: 

Envy. 

Not that zoning out wouldn’t impact his thinking, but Gordo folds both arms over the dampened front of his dress shirt, eying both Janine and Ed once back in reality. 

If I can’t be truthful now, I will lie around people forever. Gordo then reminds himself. Honesty is key at a time like this. 

“Jan, can I ask you something?” While facing Janine, Gordo is serious and his Southern accent is more pronounced. 

“Sure, Gordo. What’s going on?” Janine respectfully and doesn’t smile, making full eye contact. Even Ed is silent and concentrating, hoping that Gordo has settled down, despite this conversation. 

“If you had to pick between me or Ed, who would you choose?” Gordo lowers his voice, but the question altogether feels exhausting. 

He needs to know. Something. Anything. 

“Are you serious?” Janine’s own question is valid of course, but she narrows those perfect brown eyes towards Gordo and looks frustrated. 

“Yes.” Gordo puts his foot down, trying not to falter near the true girl of his dreams. 

“Gordo, I’m sorry, but you can’t treat this situation with me like a crush in school. This is the first time we’ve spoken in ten years and you still walk on eggshells around me. Why?” Janine debates without yelling at Gordo, even with Ed’s office door closed. 

On the other hand, while sitting behind that desk, Ed nervously chews one of those ballpoint pens, internally cringing until someone gives more of an argument. It’s not his place to speak over Gordo and Janine. Not at all, despite being in his own office. 

Silence falls in the office and Gordo balls up one fist towards his mustache, lowering his watered eyes to face the floor. No one else dares to speak up until Janine is brave, clearing her throat. 

To break the silence, Gordo speaks next, fuming from within. “Jan, around you, I don’t wanna act like some dumbass country bumpkin. Without even working with me, you forced me to be better. Every time I traveled to space with Ed, I thought about you. The only way that I could stop hallucinating was you. 

“What about Tracey, what about your sons?” Janine’s voice is so small, Gordo and Ed almost can’t hear the question. “Gordo, if you cared so much, why not tell me the truth? Why did you choose another woman over me and start a life with her?” 

From the corner of Gordo’s eye, he can see that Ed is slowly breaking himself, quietly revealing his own tears. 

“Why are you so scared?” Janine asks Gordo another question. Enough was enough. 

“I’m not good enough for you, Janine. I never was.” Gordo admits, leaving Ed's office before he can continue making a fool out of himself. 

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*confused look around, biting lower lip after* Umm... wait, what?  Lol!  I mean, I dunno that I deserve this.  I think I’ve maybe tagged you a in a couple things recently, but... I’ve hardly made an effort to stop in, cuz I’ve been so damn busy with my crazy ass life.  But thank you?  I mean... this is unexpected as fuck, but... damn.  Lol!  Thank you! <333

#ask answered #Seriously what? LOL! #hopeineverknow #I dunno what I did to deserve this but thank you! <333 #This was very sweet. #Definitely could use this right about now too. #*hugs and squeezes* Very much appreciated darlin'. #And right back atcha. ;)

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[tag: 1+1 drabbles] Hi! So I had thought of this phrase association : 14 - Stuck together for a long period of time // 37 - “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”. Maybe angst (like a couple argument during the lockdown idk?) to fluff because I am a softies but i need to feel pain .... Thank u, I love your work <3

oof, how fitting with the pandemic and being in lockdown! you got it dude!!! again, i’m a bigass softie, so of course this gotta be filled with fluff! and thank you for the sweet words babe! i hope you like this one! >:) 💞

a small little drabbles game based on this list! [web masterlist] | [tag: 1+1 drabbles]

situation: 14 - stuck together for a long period of time sentence: 37 - "you’re stuck with me, like it or not.” [modern!au]

for the longest time since the start of the lockdown, it had been heaven on earth with freddie. living together, cooped up in your little paradise. almost every night could be date night. of course, with good there’s bad. there had been a few hiccups along the road, considering no relationship is a walk in the park. 

one of those hiccups... was now.

it started with a comment about your cooking–meant to be taken as a joke–but it still felt personal. most days, your humor channel matched fred’s if not more. on the wavelength that many couldn’t fathom. today, it felt a little uncalled for and that’s why you’ve isolated yourself by sitting outside by the balcony alone. a so-called ‘time out’ spot the two of you negotiated that should be left for one.

that is, until the other decides to show up.

you hear a knock on the door but refuse to budge from where you sat near the railings. eyes skimming through the city’s outline and the sun just setting. then the door creaks to an open, fred slipping through the crack to sit next to you. you turn the cheek a little, watching as he slides a glass of orange juice as a peace offering.

“you know,” he starts off softly, “you’re stuck with me, like it or not,”

“so... you gonna talk to me?”

slowly, your hands reach out to grab onto the cup of juice, taking a sip and allowing the citrusy taste trickle down your throat. you had been silent with fred for almost an hour, close to two now since his comment. when you’re angry and frustrated, it was better to cool off than to say things you would regret and could never take back–and fred appreciated this about you... even if every ticking second without your presence made him feel empty.

"darlin’,” he murmurs delicately, capturing your gaze as you look at him. he takes this moment to reach for your juice, peeling it from your hands so he can have your hands to hold, “please? i wanna hear your voice,”

you let out a sigh, reluctantly shifting to face him better and he takes advantage of you giving in. he gives your hands a squeeze and immediately, you start to crawl over to him until you’re seated between his legs. his arms wrap around you as you press your cheek to his chest, your arms slithering around his torso to hug him just as tight.

“i didn’t like it when you commented about my cooking...” you feel him nodding, his chin atop your head as he hums in response, waiting for you to continue. “i spent time and effort cooking it and i just didn’t like it when you tried to make jokes about it. i’m fine if it’s constructive criticism but i might’ve taken it personally when you tried to joke with me back there,”

he lures you back so he can use a hand to cup your cheek. he leans down to brush noses with yours; the act so gentle, it’s making your heart flutter.

“i know it was a joke but... i don’t like it very much,”

“then that’s all you need to tell me, hm?” he watches you blink at him a couple of times before you nod, nuzzling your cheek into his touch.

“i’m sorry, darlin’. i didn’t mean for it to come across that way. i’m very grateful that you cook for me. hell, you could make me an egg on toast and i’d still appreciate it. so don’t take whatever i said to heart, okay?” fred dips down to press a soft kiss to your lips. he smiles when you do, eyes sparkling back at yours tenderly. 

“i’ll lay off with the jokes, hm?”

“that would be great, freddie,”

“there’s my pretty girl,” he grins, leaning forward to kiss your cheek before he tucks you back into his arms. you feel yourself feeling light again, able to rest easy against fred’s body.

“...but it was a good joke, right?”

“don’t push it, fred weasley,”

“my lips are sealed.”

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that night [harry styles]

A best friends to something else type of story. Exactly 7.8k (literally 7800 words which is scary) and you know I can’t write that much without SMUT. This takes place during a sleepover at the end of quarantine! Maybe tell me what you thought? :) (I promise I’ll edit this soon!)

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“Show me yer phone, love” Harry groaned, sending you the coldest of death stares. The night started off as usual, you two just watching some old documentaries, paying more or less attention to them as you mostly just sat and talked. Things took a turn when your phone started blowing up with messages. Being the kind of person who always replies in an instant, suspicions arose when you decided to completely ignore the texts. Although Harry never violated your privacy and never pushed you for answers you didn’t want to give, when you started laughing and got nervous about whoever it was that kept texting you, he figured it would be worth it to push your buttons.

“I said no” you repeated yourself, standing up from the couch. There were two main reasons you didn’t want to talk about the person texting you, and these 2 reasons were also probably the only two things in the world you wouldn’t want to discuss with him.

“Why no’?” he asked offended, following you into the kitchen, like a small child begging his parents to let him have his way, “What can be tha’ bad? I wouldn’t have asked any questions if yeh hadn’t been so off about it from the start”

You turned and looked at him dead in the eye, contemplating what to say next. He beat you to it.

“Is it a guy? Have you been seein’ someone?” Harry asked as he walked over to you, completely ignoring your personal space. “Is tha’ it? I don’t wanna read yeh texts, just tell me yes or no, and I’ll drop it. Promise”

You took a deep breath. “Yes, it’s a guy” you said calmly, “But we’re not seeing each other”

“Then why does he keep texting yeh like crazy?”

“Crazy…” you sighed, tapping your chin, “Good description”

“Come on, Y/n” Harry whined, tapping your shoulder as he walked past you and towards the refrigerator, “Just tell me, I’m really curious, crazy how?”

“Promise you’re not gonna freak out?” you laughed, grabbing whatever he was pulling out of the fridge and handing to you. You stopped paying attention after three cups of pudding and one bottle of wine.

“When have I ever freaked out?” he joked, mocking himself. He was usually a calm person, more composed than anyone you’ve ever met, and he less than rarely got angry. And from those times when he did lose his temper, 90% of cases were mild and he was still calmer than anyone else in that kind of situation, but that 10% left was pure terror. When his friends told you years ago that nothing’s scarier than Harry when he was truly mad, you didn’t quite believe them. You had to see for yourself to accept it. It only happened a few times in almost 5 years, but you always still did everything you could to keep him from going off again.

“Ok, so” you started speaking as you rummaged around your kitchen for bowls and glasses, “His name is Marcus and we actually met on Tinder-”

“Wait a second” he cut you off, “During the lock down?”

“Oh, no. It happened before all of this madness. Around january, I think”

It was obvious he was already bothered by how this conversation started, but he did his best to control himself so you wouldn’t decide to drop it. “Pretty serious, then, huh?” he said eventually.

“Literally the opposite” you laughed, pouring the pudding into the bowl, “We saw each other once-” and it hurt you to say the following part but you did it nonetheless, “hooked up, and didn’t talk since”

Pure annoyance was readable on his features. “Apparently haven’t talked until now?”

“Yeah, I mean-” you cringed, “He texted me like a week or so ago and we didn’t - vibe, and he got weird, so like I muted the conversation for 7 days because I didn’t want him to bother me anymore but he got so defensive it was funny so I didn’t really wanna block him”

“Yeh muted the guy a week ago and he still keeps trying?” Harry asked, completely taken aback, “Can’t blame him, but still, tha’s a bit much”

“It is” you nodded in agreement, and motioned for him to open the bottle of wine for you.

“He must have liked yeh a lot” he mumbled, twisting the corkscrew into the top of the bottle, “Maybe you two had a really great time, and he-”

“Harry” you stopped him, leaning your head to the side, “I know you’re squeezing information out of me right now, but I honestly don’t think you want to hear more of this”

“Ok” he sighed defeated, “I’m gonna stop pushin’ yeh. Thanks for tellin’ me tho. And sorry if I crossed any lines''

“You haven’t, H” you smiled, giving him a hug from behind. “It’s fine”

After gathering everything you had fixed up to take into the living room, the pudding and the wine, as you passed the threshold of the kitchen, you heard Harry speak up, traces of amusement audible in his voice. “But like… At least was the sex good?”

“You want me to answer that?” you chuckled, plopping down on the couch. “Do you seriously want me to answer that?”

“Yeah” Harry shrugged, smiling innocently.

“It was horrible” you said bluntly and watched his grin wilt away. “Probably the worst sex I’ve ever had. No, no, no.. Definitely the worst sex I have ever had in my entire life”

His mouth fell agape. “Seriously? Why?”

“Well, i got to his house… And you know, up until then everything was fine, like he seemed like a completely normal and fun guy while we texted but like, as soon as i got to his place he became really… I don’t even know how to put it, he was um.. Very clingy and weird and we talked for a bit but then when we went to his room he turned into literally the biggest asshole I met”

“What?” Harry exclaimed, “Tha’s not wha’ I expected”

“Exactly!” you laughed, “Neither did I!”

“Then wha’ happened?”

“I went down on him and he didn’t do the same because apparently he finds that gross? That’s what he told me but I didn’t wanna get into it because I went there to get dick so I was like let’s just fuck, and we did… We made out a bit, got him worked up again, and when we fucked I literally thought something was wrong with me, because he just.. I don’t know. Bumped into me and after he finished I was there like… What just happened?”

“Yeh were right when yeh said I didn’t wanna hear this”

“Told you” you giggled, grabbing your pudding and toying with your teaspoon.

“Jus’ stop using Tinder, please” Harry eventually shook his head.

“A girl has needs, ok?”

He was enraged and completely ignored your words, “And wha’ does he want from yeh now? He really thinks yeh’d see him again? Really?”

“I don’t even know what he’s been saying, honestly” you shrugged.

“Can I see?” 

“Can you like, read from the notification box? I don’t wanna leave him on seen”

Harry nodded in agreement and you gave him your phone. He pressed the lock button, the screen lit up, and it was instantly flooded with texts from him. Since you put the conversation on mute a week ago, you had no idea what he had been saying. It seemed that he didn’t appreciate your lack of interest and that he didn’t bother to hold back.

‘You pathetic whore, u really think ur gonna find someone better than me? U think ur so high and mighty and hot but  ur gonna die alone you bitch. Do u feel better about yourself if u juts ignore my texts???? Well good for fucking u-’ and Harry locked the phone, the screen going black.

“The fuck did I just read?” he questioned, his annoyance from earlier, now morphing into pure anger.

“You said you wanted to read” you shook your head.

“Why does he think he can talk to yeh like that?”

“I don’t honestly care” you sighed, “It’s not like I’ll ever see him again, so he can go and say anything he wants”

“‘S not how that works, darlin’” he said.

"Can we drop this, please" you sighed, unable to quite look in his direction, "I don't like this"

"Well-" Harry erupted and judging by the way his voice instantly died down, you could tell he almost lost control, "I don't fucking like it either, ok? But yeh shouldn't jus' accept tha'!"

"I wouldn't call it acceptance, H" you shook your head, discarding your bowl of pudding and jumping straight to the bottle of wine. "I told him I'm not interested, and I stopped replying. It's not acceptance... he just keeps trying"

"But for some reason yeh're letting him talk t' yeh like tha'"

"Well-" you shrugged, and took a big gulp of red wine, "He talks by himself"

"Y/n…" Harry called, his voice soft and you could tell that there was anger hidden somewhere deep inside, but you still appreciated the fact that he managed to keep it contained. He extended his arm, his fingers brushing against the side of your thigh. It was a soft, delicate touch, that made every hair on your body stand up. He did it to get your attention and boy, did it work. Instantly, your eyes snapped to his, and were met with something you did not see coming. "Can I say something?" he asked cautiously, his eyes shining with genuine worry.

"You're making this into something much more significant than it actually is"

"I'll drop it" he eventually nodded, "If you promise me something"

"What?"

"If anythin' similar to this happens again, tell me"

"And what are you gonna do about it?" you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. As you kept staring into his green eyes, you brought the wine bottle up to your lips, took a long sip, and then handed it to him.

He took the bottle out of your hands, seemingly not giving more than two shits about it. The warmth in his eyes accentuated as his eyebrows gathered into a concerned furrow, "Make sure it doesn't get to yeh"

"It doesn't" you smiled.

"Lemme make sure" 

"Ok, Harry" you laughed, "I promise you that the next time a guy from Tinder gets mad about me not reciprocating the feeling, and he starts sending me that kind of texts, I will tell you"

The sarcasm just flowed out of you, and he was not impressed.

"I meant in general, love"

"Any guy?" you taunted, "Not just from tinder?"

"Fucking put on tha’ movie" he shook his head, "I know yeh too well. Won't get anywhere until you get some wine in tha’ belly"

"That's your plan?" you laughed, "Get me drunk and make me spill all my secrets?"

"I never assumed you had any secrets, but yeah, now I wanna know those too" Harry grinned, throwing his arm around you and pulling you to his chest. Although this kind of intimacy was something you've been somewhat used to, tonight it was just a bit more difficult to bear. And it may all have been due to the way he mentioned he wouldn’t want anything to get to your head, and the way he said he’d make sure of it. Even though you weren’t truly clear how he’d do that and what exactly was going through his head, it was crystal clear how you’d have him do that.

But now was not the time. You glued your eyes to the TV screen, and begged your brain to focus on the movie in front of you and not whatever Harry was thinking about, mere inches away from you.

There had been something in the air that night, because neither of you managed to pay any kind of attention to the movie anymore. You talked, the conversation not going back to the previous topic, you laughed, gossiped like there was no tomorrow, and now it was almost 4am, and you and Harry were 3 bottles of wine in. Deciding to cut the alcohol before it was too late, you settled for water, as Harry went on to finish a weird story he once heard from a hippie touring the states in his van. He was completely smitten, his eyes shone with admiration for the old man. Harry spoke with words of great respect about a life he wished he could once live. It was only a matter of time until it would get to you.

“But,” you sighed, laying down and placing your head into his lap, “You really seem like the kind of guy to pack his bags and just leave. Like get a couple of friends or something, leave a note saying you’ll eventually be back, and just travel around the world”

“I kinda already do tha’ love” Harry laughed, double chin showing as he looked down at you.

“Not what I meant” you shook your head, “And you know it”

“Wha’ did yeh mean, then?”

He looked down at you, his hands finding their way into your hair as you contemplated how to put the words together. “I don’t know… Less social interaction-” you finally said, “Make it less about living the same songs in front of thousands of people, and more about living a completely new experience as you really get to know just a handful of people”

He didn’t look convinced. His dimples were showing, and a chuckle was threatening to escape his lips.

“That didn’t make any sense, did it?” you laughed.

“It did” Harry smiled, “Might have’ta resume this in tha’ morning, but i think i got the idea”

You pointed your finger to him, “Best”

“Me?” he grinned, grabbing your hand, “Oh, stop it!”

“Not you, your idea”

“Nice save, love”

You wanted to object and keep this topic going as the butterflies in your stomach started to riot, but just as you opened your mouth to speak, the sound of your phone receiving another text filled the air. In an instant, your eyes locked with Harry’s and you knew he wasn’t gonna let any of that shit slide. Not wanting to give him the chance to protest, you sprung up and leaned towards the coffee table, your fingers barely managing to brush against the side of your phone before Harry grabbed your waist and yanked you back, pressing you against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered above you.

The intimacy and urgency of this whole charade made your skin crawl, and you couldn’t help but let a few giggles escape, “What are you doing?” you laughed.

“Not lettin’ tha’ asshole ruin your night, love” Harry smirked, tilting your head so that you had to face him. 

“I’ll see the text in the morning and it will ruin my whole day” you played along, but as it turned out, you dug your own grave.

“Oh?” he grinned, “So it does get to you”

“No!” you belted, “That is not what I meant, Jesus harry”

“Come on, hon” 

His head tilted to the side, before he leaned down and nudged the tip of your nose with his. “Jus’ say the word”

That sent burning chills down your spine, and your cheeks couldn’t do anything but to comply and turn an erotic shade of pink.

“I’m not sure what to say” you mumbled, fighting against the urge to jump on him.

“I’m yer best friend, love-” he made a small pause, for dramatic effect, and just stared down at you while your blood boiled, “Lemme show yeh how good yeh can feel”

“I-”

He cut you off, obviously proud of himself, “I obviously wouldn’t have asked twice if I hadn’t felt you squeeze your thighs around me”

“Fuck, Harry-” you said, embarrassment rushing all over you as you threw your hands in the air.

He leaned down, and brushed his lips along your jaw, “Yeh could be screaming tha’ name”

Regaining your composure, you grabbed his chin and forced him to make eye contact once again, “What does this mean to you?”

“It doesn’t have t’ mean anything we don’t want it to” he nodded, “Just friends looking out of one another”

“Mhm..” you choked, “Yep”

“Tell me, and I’ll get off of you”

Your answer came a short second later. “Yeah, get off” you said sternly.

His features barely got a chance to show the disappointment that enveloped him, because as soon as the words left your mouth, you pushed yourself up. Excitement started showing on his face as you pushed yourself up. With a devilish smile on your lips, you grabbed the hem of his shirt; not giving him a chance to secure his balance on his knees before you pulled the material up his body. He clumsily shuffled out of it, his tattoos coming into full view.

“Is that a new one” you asked, pointing to his left shoulder.

To your surprise he took you seriously, and looked down, obviously confused, “Which one, love?”

“This one” you grinned, pushing yourself up and against his chest, this way, giving yourself a chance to press your lips to the base of his neck.

Harry’s whole body shivered under you as he let out a small chuckle. Instantly, his hands found your waist. Once your lips grazed his sensitive skin, the muscles of his neck relaxed as if under a spell and his head fell back. Harry’s fingers dug into your sides as your teeth sunk his flesh, sucking profusely. Having waited for this so many years, it felt all too real and completely unreal at the same time. There was a fire burning inside of you and the soft moans slipping past his lips were no help with taming it.

“Having fun?” Harry laughed, but his confidence and usual air of self control were shaking.

As a response, you bit into his ear lobe and delighted yourself with the whimpers of pleasure he didn’t even try to hide.

Although burning for it, you didn’t have it in you to go for his lips, so when he was the one to do it, all your radars went crazy. The way he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer, it was all you wished for. Years worth of pent up emotions dripped from your lips and onto his.

How ungrateful and inappropriate would it have been for you to beg for more and guide the situation in a different direction? Even if his gentleness made your knees weak, the heat between your legs begged for a less kissing and a lot more biting. 

It was when he pressed you down against him that made you forget about everything that held you back. His erection was rubbing against your thigh as you grinded down on him, and you couldn’t help but break the kiss and sink your teeth into his lower lip.

Harry threw his head back against your touch, and a proud smile lifted up the corners of your mouth.

“Come on” you moaned, kissing your way down to his ear, “Show me how you should treat a girl”

His fingers snuck into your hair and pulled your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his’, “Is it me? Or are yeh a bit more excited for this than you initially let on?”

Your eyes sparkled as you let out the fib, “It’s just you”

Grinning, he shook his head in mock approval, and secured you in his hold, before effortlessly spinning the two of you around. Now, a mess of limbs, you looked up at Harry with what could only be described as pure lust. And it all reflected on his features. His ridiculously messy curls framed his face perfectly, allowing his proud gaze to fuel your engines.

With all your might you wanted to let him take the lead and not show too much enthusiasm, but it felt next to impossible. Before you knew it, your hands were cupping his cheeks again, forcing his body flush against your own. He kissed you back with no hesitation, as if he too waited years for this to finally happen, as if this was his dumb way of confessing to you that he too, was head over heels for you. But that was a scenario that regardless of its likelihood, was sure to ruin your mood. 

So you pushed it aside, forced your mind to fall on standby, and instead, you concentrated on the way his hands explored every single inch of your body. When he broke the kiss, you wanted to protest, your tongue crying from the sudden loss of contact. But his lips traveled lower, kissing all the way over down your neck, along your collarbones, and across your chest. It was all aggravated and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough. 

“Yeh good?” Harry asked, looking up at you, cheeks all flushed.

“Yep, yeah” you whispered, the weight of the moment turning your voice into a light chuckle. Breathless and innocent, you were on cloud nine, and all your struggles to keep that hidden were in vain.

Delicately, as only he could, Harry pushed your shirt over your head, leaving you exposed, a fact which sent a whole new wave of pleasure down your body. This gesture alone shook your whole world, but he wasn't wasting any time. You barely even got a chance to catch your breath before he lowered himself, and cupped your breasts into his palms. Your back arched in an instant, and when his warm lips connected to your skin, goosebumps propagated all over your whole body. As circled his lips and caught your nipple between his teeth, your mind went crazy, muscles sizzling with anticipation. A suggestive moan slipped from your throat, and you could tell it surely tickled his ego.

“Gettin’ there?” he questioned even if he already knew the answer.

You threw him half a shrug, tilting your head to the side and pressing your cheek to your shoulder.

“So fuckin’ cute, angel” Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he crawled up your body, “Why’re yeh so cute?”

“How would I know?” you blushed, playing along with his overly teasing approach, “You’re the one who sad it”

“Don’t know why I think yeh’re cute?”

You nodded no.

A small but sure fire lit up his features, and he knew it was on. He did maintain the eye contact for a while, but when he finally looked down at your body, nonchalantly staring at your chest, that was when your breath got caught in your throat. The pressure was building up, yet Harry kept pushing your buttons. 

In desperate need to pick up the pace, you nudged his chin with the back of your fingers, and when his eyes caught yours; you raised one eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. “Wha’ do yeh want me t’ tell yeh, love?” Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Tell me what you like about me” you laughed, linking your fingers in his hair. While you laughed due to the amount of different emotions that coursed through you, Harry made it all the more difficult for you to keep it together. His kisses were light enough for you to feel the ounces of love that dripped from his lips, but carnal enough to keep you on your toes.

“I love everything about yeh” he murmured against your skin, his chain of passionate kisses crossing over to the other side of your neck, “I mean, wha’s there not t’ like?”

“Word” you giggled, your sarcasm coming in perfect contrast to the weakness his question brought to your knees.

“Fuckin’ love every inch” Harry said, having completely ignored your joke, “Every single part of yeh, yer body and god, yer mind”

His hands cupped the sides of your rib cage, as his lips traveled down your sternum. He seemed lost, completely absorbed. Every time he looked up at you, it was impossible not to notice how out of this world his eyes seemed. Glossy and dark, extravagant green looking to explore more of you. And those were only the times you managed to catch him staring. The pleasure this man provided surpassed the moaning level, he got you working hard not to scream in ecstasy, as his tongue ran laps around your nipples, and the way his lips sucked with that specific amount of pressure. It looked as if he already knew where all your buttons were, he acted as if he knew your body better than you did. And for you, that was a new experience, which would’ve already been too much, even without Harry involved. But seeing your fingers get lost in his absolutely perfect in a messy kind of way locks, as he treated your skin with such refined skill, you found yourself way too close to the edge.

In the high of the moment, probably following an unidentifiable stimulus, you found yourself concentrated on the way his palms felt against your skin. He held you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing he ever laid eyes on. And for some reason, that feeling alone had you skyrocketing.

It was when you moaned out loud, for the first time not holding back, that he finally decided to give you what he promised. 

“Yeh sure this is ok, angel, yeah?” he murmured, looking up at you. 

His light stubble tickled the lower side of your abdomen as his breath barely managed to reach your skin. 

“Yeah” you clumsily nodded, your words coated in fervid enthusiasm.

Something happened. Something clicked inside of him. You saw it in the way his eyes warmed up. For a second he didn’t move, instead he just took in everything that was happening. When he eventually pushed himself up, you expected him to help you or motion for you to undress, but he didn’t. Harry lowered himself on top of you, pressing his chest against your own.

His fingers locked themselves against your chin, “I really wanna fucking do this right for yeh”

His confession took you aback. The seriousness in this tone was not something you anticipated. At first, he was the one who made it all seem like a meaningless game, yet right now, it seemed as though he fell into his own trap. 

All you could do was nod. Nod in approval, nod as a sign for him to keep going. As a promise that it was all ok. This attitude of his was not something you signed up for. Even if it looked like the beginning of what you always wanted, it also felt a little bit too sudden.

“Come here” you cooed, cupping his cheeks in a loving manner.

In an instant, he leaned into your touch, his skin burning against your damp palms. For the x-th time that evening, his lips melted onto yours, but something felt different. But you kept going, allowed the moment to carry you further without giving yourself the burden of dictating a direction. 

And seconds passed, and with each one, his touch became more and more aggravated. You could feel his need, and you have loved to think that what you were feeling from him was love, but it was just too big of a step to take right now. Not too shortly after, the situation escalated towards the point you left off earlier. You let him take the lead, and he soon returned to his usual self.

Harry made his way down your body through a chain of lingering kisses, each one of them awakening yet another side of you. This time, you were given no time to prepare. His experienced hands grabbed your thighs, groping their way up to your hips. Although it was fairly fast, it felt like an eternity. You breathing picked up when his fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your leggings, and without even thinking about it, you pushed yourself up, allowing him to take them off. 

Now, you hadn’t seen this coming, because if you had, you probably would have chosen to wear something less embarrassing than your Superman underwear. Your cheek heated up as if it was the first time a man had seen you naked, and all your insecurities washed over you. None of those thoughts crossed Harry’s mind though. 

He just smiled - a gesture whose roots you’d never know. 

Harry positioned himself between your legs, his fingers gingerly tracing up and down your outer thighs. “Really fucken gorgeous, yeh know tha’?”

His compliments have never been this hard to receive, “Shut up” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you couldn't help but squirm under his stare.

“Wha’?” Harry grinned, leaning his head to the side as he let his teasing side take over, 

“Tha’ tinder fuckface never told yeh just how perfect yeh look?”

“This is still about him, huh?”

“It’s about yeh, love” Harry rolled his eyes, letting his nails graze your skin, “Always been about yeh, always will be”

With each word that let his mouth, he leaned down, lower and lower, until every inch of his body was pressing against your own. He dominated the moment, and you love it.

When he engulfed your lips into a kiss, his right hand traveled between your legs. That alone made your core vibrate, and knowing there was no way to hide your enthusiasm, made you smile.

You felt the back of his fingers trace up and down your opening, and his words confirmed your suspicions. He pulled away from your lips just enough so he could speak, but he was still too close for you to properly see his features - he was just a few literal inches away, “I can’t wait to taste yeh, doll”

The grin on his lips and the pride of his tone, had a visible effect on you. The hairs on your body stood up in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but arch your back and close your legs around him. You kissed him back, and this time, it was on.

As his tongue pushed past your lips, Harry’s hands lewdly traveled down your sides, caressing every inch of exposed skin they found in their way. You didn’t see the eagerness coming, but when he reached between your legs, the flimsy material of your underwear didn’t even begin to come in his way. He shoved his hand under your panties, his fingers instantly coming in contact with your opening.

It was solely the emotional value of the moment that made you nearly gasp. Harry took his sweet damn time, as if you needed any more foreplay. The pads of his fingers gingerly traced up and down your opening a few times, before coming back up again to rest against your clit. It was soft and easy at the beginning, but the feather light touch of his fingers started gaining more and more pressure as subtle circular movements started to form.

When you looked up at him, you were met with the mess of curls that had fallen onto his forehead as he had his head hanging low, with his eyes trained between your bodies. With a gentle nudge against his chin, you prompted him to look up. At first he seemed a bit disoriented, but a wicked grin shortly appeared on his lips. It made you smile.

He was the one to resume the kiss, making it gentle this time - in perfect contrast with the action of his fingers, as he slowly made his way past your folds. When the first finger went in, you curled the corners of your mouth in anticipation. It felt fine, but it was just the tip of the iceberg and you knew it. Eager for more, you allowed your teeth to lewdly sink into his lower lip, willing to show him you wanted more. 

With a grunt, Harry shuffled a bit, his knees bucking into your hips. The deep breath he released tickled your skin, but you weren’t going to let this go. As you forced your teeth just a bit deeper into his plush skin, Harry let his forehead fall against yours. 

His tongue neatly traced along your upper lip, and you thought it was in response to your actions. And this erroneous thought kept you from anticipating his next move. When Harry pushed one more finger in, your senses went mad, and the simple fact that he didn't give you too much time to adjust before he pushed a third finger in, rocked you completely. 

You moaned in return and arched your back.

"I got yeh, baby girl" he whispered softly, "Look at me, I got yeh, ok?"

After receiving an enthusiastic nod from you, Harry made his way down your body. This time, he swiftly shuffled to the side, pulling your legs together and riding you of the unnecessary piece of underwear you still had on.

Not waiting for him to take control, you spread your legs, and feasted on the carnal look he had in his eyes as he looked down at your body. He didn’t waste any time before finding the perfect spot between your legs. Your whole body shivered as he leaned his head to the side, his light stubble tickling its way down the inside of your thighs. 

And following the rough feeling of the still shy beard you didn’t think he was able to grow, when his soft lips brushed against your skin, you involuntarily clenched. You bucked your hips and your legs tried, but to no avail, to close the distance between one another. You wanted more - needed more. And he noticed it.

Looking down along your body, you could only see the top of his head. And his fingers, pressing into the skin of your legs. And the tip of his nose as he proceeded to tease you into oblivion with millions of kisses, each of them nothing less than heavenly, but still, nothing compared to what you knew was coming next. The only warning he gave you as a hurried grin, and it was nowhere near enough.

It was on. Elegantly, but with traces of dominance in his touch, and with two fingers, Harry spread your pussy wide open, his tongue lewdly slipping right inside you. The contact and the buildup made you gasp. Had you not been so over the moon and distracted already, you’d have heard him snicker in response to the sound you just made. But you were too caught up. You felt him on every inch of your body, and the signals your core were sending you, were not what you wanted.

You wanted this to last. To have him go at it, lapping at your core for hours. To feel his tongue wag until your senses went numb.It might have been the dry spell that was forced upon you as the pandemic overtook your life, or the timeless, painful crush you’ve had on him for years, but you were already on the edge.

Trying hard to make the moment last, you curled your pointer finger and shoved it into your mouth, biting down hard. Your back arched dangerously as your head flew back, but it all just worked in his favour. Your pleasure was building up, and the careful, experienced movement of Harry’s tongue against your clit was only gaining momentum.

“Yeh taste like fucking heaven but I think yeh already knew tha’” he said, for a second pulling away from your core and giving you a chance to catch your breath.

All you managed was a pathetic excuse of a nod, along with a shy roll of your eyes.

“None of tha’” Harry laughed, licking his lips, “Don’t care how close yeh are, ‘m not gonna stop until yeh moan my name, love”

“Jesus christ, Harry!” you panted, shaking your head.

He responded in a similar manner, and again, with no warning whatsoever, he went back in. This short break allowed you to regain your composure, even if it was just a tiny bit. Your excitement, although still there and just as consuming, was easier to control now. You felt his touch all throughout your body, his tongue tickling all your senses.

What brought you closer into the moment was the feeling of his hands, as he grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up onto his shoulders. For whatever reason, this felt even more intimate, and as his fingers sank into your flesh, you felt your engines start up again.

The delicate flicks of his tongue were getting more and more aggravated by the second, and now it was close to impossible to keep calm. Sweaty palms gripping tirelessly into the cushions under you, your back under constant strain, your eyes squeezed shut - he had you entirely.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he went further. Harry pushed one finger inside of you, moving his lips up to fully concentrate on your clit. His tongue prepared you, got you all ready and wanting, and then, he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked - gently and with a minimal amount of pressure, but god-

“Fuck, Harry-” you called out. It was more of a cry, choked back in the depths of your throat, all breathy and muffled.

“Come on, angel” Harry whispered.

As you looked down, past your heaving chest, your eyes landed conveniently on the top of his head. Complete chaos - his unruly curls tickled the inside of your thighs, as his fingers dug into your flesh. The two rings he never takes off were sure to leave proud indents on your skin.

Harry sucked at your bundle of nerves, the eager touch of his tongue awakening absolutely every need inside your being. Add the experienced pumps of his fingers and the fact that this was Harry Styles and none other, and you were done.

With each passing second you started to lose more and more of the control you had on your body. Sweating nervously out of every pore of your body, you squirmed under his weight hoping you’d make the moment last.

“‘S good, love, isn’t it?” Harry smirked for just about a second, “I can see yeh, yeh’re a mess fo’ me”

“Fuck” you whined, covering your face with your right palm as your head tilted backwards, “Shut up”

“Oh!” Harry faked surprise, “Gettin’ cocky?”

As he spoke, Harry curled his fingers inside your pussy; maybe intentionally - maybe by chance, hitting all the right spots and making you moan out loud.

“I’ll take tha’ as an apology”

You scoffed.

Harry shook his head. When you looked down at him again, you caught him licking his lips. It was obvious he waited for you to catch him doing that.

Already at the edge of your self control, you curled your fingers into his hair, motioning for him to resume his work. He followed your lead without any complaints, and when his bottom teeth grazed your clit, even if it was light as a feather you lost it.

Your mind became numb, drunk on the pleasure he provided. Your eyes rolled back as you enjoyed every second of your high. Harry kept you spiraling, continuing to lap at your core as the muscles of your legs tensed uncontrollably around his frame.

“Holy fuck-” you breathed out, voice shaky and wounded.

He made sure to milk every ounce of pleasure out of your being, leaving you a heaving mess under his stare.

Harry pushed himself up, nonchalantly wiping his chin, his eyes not allowing yours to look away.

As you gathered yourself and worked on bringing your breathing back to normal, there was only one thought going on inside your head - that it would only be fair if you reciprocate the gesture. Thinking about it was enough to make your core buzz again, but you didn’t have it in you to bring it up, and instead hoped he’d show he wished things didn’t stop either.

But he didn’t.

However, you got to kiss him again. And no matter how badly you wanted to keep the atmosphere on fire, he had other plans. 

“Did I take good care of yeh?” Harry asked as he leaned down beside you. His hand found your cheek, keeping you in place for another longing kiss, “Did I do yeh right?”

You nodded against his lips, not willing to actually word the answer.

His chuckle made it clear that the point got through. And for a second it seemed as if the night wasn’t done. None of you was willing to pull away, and allowed the minutes to go by without a care in the world, lost in each other’s arms.

“Freakin’ love yeh, angel” Harry said.

It wasn’t the first time you’d hear this coming out of his mouth, but you couldn’t help but smile thinking this time it was meant in a different manner. You answered him by cuddling deeper into his chest, and that was a moment you wouldn’t have traded for the world.

And you fell asleep like that. No matter how big and luxurious your couch was, you still spent the night glued to one another. Harry felt every calm breath of yours on his skin and everytime he moved a bit to adjust his position, his hold tightened around you to make sure he wasn’t pushing you away.

After what was probably the best sleep you’d gotten in the whole year of 2020, morning came around. Actually it was lunch time, if we’re being generous. The sun was high up, proudly making its way into your living room, past the curtains to forgot to draw the other night.

When you awoke, Harry wasn’t there anymore. However, panic didn’t have the time to settle in as you heard movement coming from the kitchen, and the strong smell of coffee reached your nose in no time.

You got up from the couch, with herds of butterflies in your stomach. Harry’s words from last night still echoed in your head, and even now, with no alcohol in your system, they managed to bring goosebumps all over your skin.

“When did you get up?”

That was how you made your presence known.

Harry turned around with a smile on his face. He had a bag of avocados tucked under his arm, as he typed away on his phone. His undone pants were hanging onto his thighs for dear life, and the only other piece of fabric on his body was a thin, brown hair tie around his wrist. There were a few purple marks along his collar bones and his hair looked rougher than usual, things which deep down, shook you up a bit.

 “Wanted to take yeh out fo’ breakfast, but I gotta leave in like an hour, so I figured this should do”

“Yeah, yeah sure” you agreed, “It’s perfect”

“Would’ve done mo’, but Y/n, yeh have no food in this house”

You laughed, walking over to slump down into one of the chairs, “Didn’t get a chance to get any perishables”

“You got some” Harry chuckled, “You got weeks’ worth of everything you need to make guacamole and pancakes”

“I have no idea how that happened, those will spoil” you shook your head, “You can take some of them actually”

“Or I could just come over”

“Even better”

The food was ready in no time. Harry had everything done and set while you washed up a bit, and after that, you both sat down to eat. Minimal and light, but still, there was a weight in the pit of your stomach.

“About last night-” Harry began to say, but you tried to stop him.

“You don’t have to-”

“We kinda do, love” he smiled, “I need to apologise, angel”

You squinted your eyes, “For?”

“I don’t really have t’ apologise fo’ what I said because I meant every word” Harry slowly said, as if he has a hard time putting his thoughts together, “I jus’ wish I hadn’t said it like tha’ though”

“Like what?” you questioned, a bit lost.

“Like I had the right to say that kind of crap” he laughed. It was nervous laughter, like he was afraid of what was coming next, “I do fucking love yeh, but I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted to hear that”

“What are you talking about, I don’t understand” you groaned, growing a bit tired of the impatience he brought upon you.

“You’re my best friend, ok?” he sighed, “That’s all we are, Y/n, and that was not supposed to happen”

The food got lodged in your throat, and you felt like if you didn’t stand up, you’d no longer be able to breathe. “It was your idea” you scoffed.

Harry’s eyes followed your frame, but he remained seated, “I know”

“So what changed? If anything even changed. I don’t understand what the problem is. You regret we did what we did-”

“I don’t regret anything” Harry butted it.

“You said it was not supposed to happen!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you walked over to the sink, just to make yourself useful and to stop just standing in front of him.

“The things I said to you-” he said sternly, pushing his chair back and throwing his hands into the air, “I shouldn’t have said those, ok? It doesn’t matter who meant what, I told you things that-”

“What did you tell me that’s bothering you so much?” you almost yelled, annoyance dripping out of your pores. You walked over to him, and he closed the distance by standing up.

“I-” Harry stuttered, playing with his hair to buy himself some more time. “All the-”

“What?” you pushed, “That you like everything about me? That’s what you regret saying? And what else?”

“God” he groaned, “I don’t regret saying tha’, it’s just tha’ it wasn’t my place to say it”

You fell silent.

“If I were you... I’d want to hear those things from someone that is more than just a friend to me” he confessed.

“And you can’t be that to me? More than a friend?”

After a few seconds of painful silence, realization hit him, “Y/n…”

He did reach out. He took a step towards you but you stepped back. The remorse in his tone was too painful to ignore. So you moved away from him and slowly made your way out of the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Harry called, following you.

“Just go”

“Please...”

“Please what?” you shook your head, but he didn’t have the words you needed to hear.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fucking fine” you sighed, walking backwards towards your room, “Just show yourself out”

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[5sosdrfluke]

ChristmasSOS (Plus Size Series) (Calum)

I've been feeling like doing more plus size blurbs and concepts because it's been a long ass time, and representation ya know?

Around the holidays, Calum came to life. He loved the baking, decorating, lights, and most of all, you. He met you at one of his shows and he loved the way your outfit hugged your curves. He thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Now, three years later, he was still just as in love with your curves as ever and couldn't get enough of your love.

He watched from his side of the bed while you shimmied out of the beautiful red dress you wore to the band Christmas Eve party. His eyes trailed over the rolls and curves and marks that graced your body and a smile played on his lips. He loved this time of the day. When you undressed and changed into more comfortable clothes. He loved especially when you'd only wear a very baggy shirt. It drove his imagination wild.

"Cal?", you asked, snapping him out of his inappropriate thoughts.

"Hmm?", he hummed softly, pushing the idea of you settled on his hips out of his head.

"Do you think I was overdressed at the party? None of the other girlfriends were dressed as fancy."

Calum scoffed and sat all the way up, ready to drop some truths. "Angel, you looked absolutely gorgeous. That red was so stunning on you. You were definitely not overdressed. Perfectly dressed is how I would put it."

You smiled at your boyfriend as you slipped into more comfy clothes. "You're just saying that because you're dating me."

Calum then proceeded to maneuver himself off of the bed and avoided nearly falling on his face. Once he composed himself, he made his way over to you and grasped at your full hips. "Even if we weren't dating, I would think you looked breathtaking. I mean it."

Your heart melted and you gave yourself over to the feeling of his warm hands on you. "Thank you, Cal."

He hummed in appreciation and trailed soft kisses from your cheek all the way down your neck. His lips were always so soft and hot against your skin and always gave you goosebumps. His hands skimmed over your stomach and waist and landed on your hips with a gentle squeeze. "You're stunning, love."

You met his dark eyes with yours and blushed at the way he was already staring. His lips crashed into yours and he swept you up into the bed and made love to you through the night.

The next morning, you woke to the sun shining through the bedroom window. As your eyes opened, you remembered the love from the night before and smiled. Calum's large hands all over your skin. His lips against your neck as he gave you ecstasy. The way his voice rasped with moans.

Calum's muscular arm pulled you closer and his lips found their way to your forehead. "Morning darlin'," he grumbled sleepily, "Merry Christmas."

You beamed up at him and brushed some curls away from his face. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

He sighed happily and hugged your plush body against him, stroking the soft skin on your back. It had taken some time for you to get used to him touching the parts of you that weren't your favorite, but he was so gentle and loved every part of you. Fat rolls, cellulite, stretch marks, and stomach included.

"Last night was the best Christmas present I've ever gotten," He breathed.

"What? Sex? We've had sex a lot baby," You giggled.

"The sex was a bonus," he murmured, "I meant being with you is the best present." His fingers danced across the small of your back.

You glanced up at his eyes and knew he meant it. "Calum."

Calum left a light kiss on your lips and pressed his forehead to yours. "I mean it, Y/N. You make me so happy. I'm incredibly lucky to love you." He reached for something in the drawer of his bedside table and made sure to keep an arm around you.

He pulled out a small black box and took a deep breath. "Y/N?"

Your heart began to pound out of your chest. "Calum?"

"You mean so much to me. I fell for you so hard and I continue to every day. Being with you has made me strive to be a better man, pun intended, and I want to be the best man I can be for you. I want you by my side when I'm old and throwing prunes at Ashton in the retirement home. I want to be the one at the end of the aisle waiting for you. I love you so much, Y/N. Will you marry me?"

Your breath hitched as he opened up the box to reveal a beautiful opal ring. "Yes. Calum, yes!" You cried and threw your arms around his neck.

He breathed out a sigh of relief and buried his face into your neck and gripped at your chubby waist. "Never mind. This is the best Christmas present I've ever gotten."

(It's been a hot minute since I did a concept series! Who should I write about next? I definitely want to write about all of the guys. -Kenzie xx)

ChristmasSOS Concept Week

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[kelieah]

i’ll be back (mob!arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): anon: mob arvin x reader where reader comes home from work to tell him that somebody groped her and he gets all protective or something?

word count: 0.8k

warnings: language, violence, tw: sexual assault— please read at your own risk!

edited: kind of a shitty ending sorry jehfse

a/n: i am LIVING for mob!arvin russell rn. how have we not come up w this. seriously,, like ksdjfhsdb. also ive never posted a fic w/o a header of gif this is weird lol

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You inhale deeply and shakily attempt to unlock the front door of your house. You drop the keys and curse to yourself, picking them right back up. You exhale and try to shake off the utter shock and disbelief you’re feeling due to previous events at work. You finally lock the door and allow yourself in, sliding down the door as you close it.

“Hey darlin’— doll? What’s wrong,” Arvin walks down from upstairs, his previous soft expression turning into a concerned one as he glances at your poor state.

“O- Oh, it’s nothing honey. Just— just work things y’ know,” you laugh timidly and wave your hand in dismissal. 

He sighs heavily and walks over, holding out his hands. “C’mere. Come on, up,” he motions for you to grab his hands. You let out a quiet huff and oblige, giggling as he swoops you up in his arms. “Would you like a drink, baby?” he asks while holding you close to his chest.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Thank you, lover,” you whisper softly and smile at the man before you. Who would’ve thought. This goddamn mobster, a complete softy for his kin. You knew that of course, but everyone else would think you’re mad. Most mobsters in this day didn’t care much about their family or lovers, treated them like accessories or belongings. You’re blessed with Arvin, who grew up loving and defending his loved ones like no other leader out there.

He places you down on the couch and walks over to grab some whiskey. Once he finishes pouring the two of you glasses, he sits right next to you and hands you a glass. You gingerly accept it and grasp the glass ever so lightly, your mind still in a daze of the experience.

“Flower? You’re scarin’ me a bit not gonna lie,” he mutters and drops his hand onto your thigh, gently squeezing it. “Talk to me, I’m here for you.”

You flinch at his touch and shake your head for a moment. Arvin immediately pulls away and looks at you with eyes full of worry and shock. You’ve never flinched at this touch, never. Anxiety began to bubble up inside of the both of you as tension rose in the air. 

Not realizing your were eyebrows knit together so tight it looks as if you’re in pain. You close your eyes and the memories flash through your mind like a film. You open them, tears now present in your doe eyes as you glance back at Arvin. Your lips quiver as you open your mouth and begin to tell him what had happened at work.

“You’ve been doing so well, Mrs. Russell. Excellent work might I say,” your boss praised as he walked you to his office.

You smiled happily and hugged some files to your chest. “Is that so? Thank you very much, I work hard for this company,” you beamed.

“Course! We’ve all noticed, and I say you should be rewarded for your efforts,” he replied and moved towards his desk, leaning upon it. “Come come, sit. I must tell you.”

You quickly sit and look up at him excitedly. You had a feeling that a promotion was on your way. “Yes, sir?”

He smirked and took a seat next to you, shaking his head while letting out a quiet chortle. “I want to give you a promotion!”

“Oh! How kind of you—”

“But, I do have one more task for you,” he said lowly, his voice almost purring in a way. 

Blinded by eagerness and joy of a promotion, you only nodded and leaned in. “What is it, Mister?”

He smirked and placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing your skin firmly. You had let out a gasp and before you could rip away the disgusting man had grabbed your face.

“H- He then,” you stammered as tears stream down your cheeks. “He did, he did horrible things. I- I feel disgusting, like a whore—”

“No. You’re not a damn whore, far from it. Trust me,” Arvin cut you off and downed the rest of his drink. He sighed begrudgingly as he placed his glass aside and ran his hands through his suit to feel for something. He took out his pistol and cocked it, checking to see if there were any bullets left. He slams the magazine back into the gun, stuffs it into his back pocket and stood up swiftly. 

He leans down and presses a long, warm and loving kiss against your temple. “How bout you relax, finish your drink, run a bath and sleep. When I come back home, I’ll make dinner. How’s that sound, sweetheart?” he murmurs against your skin while holding the back of your head. Too stunned to reply you only nod and smile weakly at your husband. “I’ll be back,” he presses one last kiss to your head and walks off. Knowing all too well what he was about to do, you nod acknowledgingly with a small grateful smile and watch him walk off. 

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[theweasleysredhair]

When Sparks Fly [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1891

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “You’re scared of fireworks?” “Scared is an understatement.” In which Fred plans a birthday surprise for his girlfriend without the crucial knowledge that she is terrified of fireworks.

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I bloody loved this request

also to the requester: I hope I got this right bc I actually adore fireworks so I had to get myself into the mind-frame of being scared of them to write this so fingers crossed I did an okay job. enjoy my love!

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“What are you talking about now?” Ron asked the twins as they were chatting about something loudly.

“It’s my Y/n‘s birthday next week,” Fred announced. “And we’ve got something spectacular planned,” George grinned, folding his arms over his chest.

You smiled at them and shook your head with a laugh, “I’m kinda worried what the two of you are working on to be honest. You’ve both been awfully mysterious about it all.”

“Oh don’t you worry about a thing, love! Things are gonna take off,” Fred replied with a smirk, “Gonna have a cracking-”

“-Absolutely sparkling-“ George added.

“Time,” they finished the sentence simultaneously.

You smiled at them, hearing a few chuckles from the others as they wandered away, heads bowed together as they conspired about something or other.

“Shit,” you said as soon as they were out of ear shot.

“What’s wrong?” Ron asked as he grabbed a bar of Honeydukes chocolate he’d left on a nearby table.

You sighed, “Their plan involves fireworks.” “Don’t all their plans involve fireworks?” Hermione asked with a small smile.

“Well yes but... this plan is for me. And from the hints they’ve been dropping, fireworks are a big part of the plan,” you chewed on your lip in thought and nervously clasped and unclasped your hands together.

Harry cleaned his glasses with the bottom of his jumper before returning them to his face, “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Well... usually no. But in this case... I thought I’d be able to go a bit longer without saying anything but... I don’t like fireworks. And by ‘don’t like’ I mean I am curling-into-a-ball-and-freaking-out petrified of them,” you admitted, looking down at your hands and sighing again.

“You’re scared of fireworks?”

“Scared is an understatement. Some people are scared of spiders - Ron - some of snakes, of clowns, of werewolves. My thing is fireworks.”

“But your boyfriend is Fred Weasley,” Ron said incredulously through a mouthful of chocolate.

“Oh yeah, cheers for that, Ron, I had almost forgotten,” you replied sarcastically.

Ron smiled before shaking his head, “No, I know, I just mean... well, how have you gone this long without telling him?”

You shifted in your seat, and avoided looking at any of them, “I just... haven’t. He loves them, doesn’t he? I can’t just tell him to stop using them just for my benefit.”

And that was the truth, really. You would never ask him to stop something he loved, and him and George used fireworks a lot in their pranks and such. It wouldn’t be fair to turn around and ask him to stop.

“Well... how badly are you afraid of them?” Hermione asked, tapping her chin in thought.

“I am more afraid of fireworks than Snape is of shampoo,” you joked, “No but seriously, I’ve had quite a few panic attacks over them - bad ones. I just... I can’t help it. I wish I liked them but I’m just terrified. And now Fred is planning something for my birthday and it’s very obvious that it involves fireworks. I don’t have the heart to tell him but... my heart’s thumping just from thinking about them.”

Hermione reached over to squeeze your hand reassuringly, “I’d speak to him beforehand, I’m sure he’d hate it more to do something that scares you.”

You smiled thankfully at her, “Yeah I’ll um... I’ll try and speak to him.”

***

Your birthday arrived much quicker than you’d hoped, and you’d woken up with an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. You hadn’t gotten the heart or courage to confront Fred about his plans for your birthday - he seemed much too excited any time you saw him - and by any means you didn’t want him to feel as though he had to change everything he’d been working on. You appreciated the effort and adored the lengths he went to to show you how much he cared and didn’t ever want him to know you weren’t as excited as him for what was to happen.

Your day went by quite normally, your friends and other students passing by to wish you a happy birthday. The only oddity was you hadn’t seen the twins all day, and it was nearing evening. The thought put you on edge, as you assumed they were working on whatever it was they’d been planning. Despite this, you couldn’t help but miss them - particularly your boyfriend - and hoped they’d make an appearance soon.

You’d just finished your evening meal when your eyes flickered to the ginger boy entering the Great Hall, a carbon copy of your doting boyfriend however completely different in your eyes.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” George grinned as he sat beside you on the bench and gave you a side hug, “Sorry we haven’t seen you all day, must’ve been rubbish without us, eh?” You smiled back, “Thank you Georgie! Yes I suppose it has - potions was definitely more boring than usual. You um... haven’t seen your dear twin at all, have you?”

“Ah, you wouldn’t happen to be referring to Freddie boy there, would you? I have indeed seen him and the main reason I am here is to escort you to him,” George stood you and held his hand out. You shook your head fondly and took it, allowing him to pull you up and out of the hall.

He led you down the main hallway and towards the doors of the castle, then out onto the Hogwarts grounds.

“Where are we going?” You asked as you followed the younger twin across the grass.

“You’ll see! You’re gonna love this, Y/n! Fred has been planning this for ages - with my help, of course,” George boasted as he shot a grin over his shoulder at you.

You faked a smile, hoping it was believable enough to look like excitement as you tried to hide that your heart was trying to escape your chest and you could hear blood rushing in your ears.

“George..?” You began.

“Yeah?”

Taking a deep breath, you continued on as you glanced down at your feet, “It’s probably much too late to say anything now but I really don’t like-“

“Happy birthday, darlin’!” A familiar voice interrupted you, halting your sentence in the middle. Your eyes flickered up to rest on the welcome sight of your boyfriend and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw his messy ginger hair and cheeky grin.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm hug, one you accepted instantly and happily as you hadn’t seen him all day.

George made himself sparse, leaving you alone with your boyfriend who pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, making up for the fact he’d been gone all day.

As you pulled away, he immediately moved back in to kiss you again, mumbling how much he’d missed you (even though it had only been a day), before finally placing a last chaste kiss to your swollen lips. He then grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the Forbidden Forest, where you noticed lights twinkling in a nearby clearing.

He led you over, his fingers locked around yours as he bit his lip and looked at you, “Surprise, love!”

Your eyes locked on the scene, a blanket laid out with your favourite foods on top, bags of Honeydukes items sitting beside it and a pile of presents - wrapped messily in brown paper and tied with wonky bows - scattered across the grass next to the blanket. Small, glittering lights hung from the tree branches around the clearing, casting a light glow and illuminating both the food and the dozens of pillows that you noticed were also piled around.

“Thought we could spend some time together without anyone interrupting us or anything. Also got some new things we’ve been working on that I want to show you before we show anyone else,” Fred explained, nodding over to a stack of what you assumed were Wizard Wheezes products.

“Oh Merlin... this is beautiful... it’s amazing,” you murmured.

And it was. It was so lovely and thoughtful. You adored it.

Yet, as you were staring at the scene, in awe at how beautiful the fairy lights were, you couldn’t help the voice in the back of your mind reminding you about the fireworks, not knowing when they were going to go off but sure it would be soon.

Suddenly, you heard Fred chuckling beside you and you frowned as you looked over at him. “What’s so funny?” You asked nervously.

“There are no fireworks, love,” he said simply, shoving his hands into his pockets, the hint of a smile resting on his lips.

Your jaw dropped almost comically, “What? What do you- How did you- How could you possibly know I was thinking about them?”

“You keep looking around as if you’re waiting for something. Just letting you know there are no fireworks so you can relax, babe. I know you’re terrified of them so they were never part of the plan. You really think I don’t know you well enough to know that?” He mocked with a playful grin.

Your mouth opened and closed as you stuttered out, “I-I never told you-“

“Didn’t have to, I saw your reaction to the small sparklers me and Georgie made to throw around and realised then. I notice everything about you, love,” he said sincerely.

You turned to him with shock on your features, jabbing him lightly in the chest as you scolded him, “Then why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left ballsack would you make me believe your plan relied on fireworks?!”

“Just like to mess with you, love,” he gave you a cheeky grin, and you wanted to be mad but looking at him, you couldn’t bring yourself to be. Still, you tried to be as you gave him a fake glare, “Fred! I’ve been working myself up over this for days! You’re a right prat!”

However, you couldn’t help the relieved giggle that left your lips as you rested your forehead against his chest and sighed contently now you were back at ease.

“I’m your prat though.”

“Hmm, I suppose so,” you mumbled into his jumper as his hands rested on your waist, him leaning his chin on the top of your head. You stayed stood up, in his arms, for a while before you decided to speak again, “Doesn’t it bother you that you’ll probably never be able to use fireworks in my vicinity?”

Fred pulled away for a moment to look down at you, his features softening as he took in the sight of your nervous demeanour, “Honestly? I’d give up fireworks forever if it meant you’d stick around.”

You smiled wide, blushing as you hid your face again in his chest, “Don’t get too sappy on me, Weasley.”

“Me? Sappy? Never.”

“Hmm..” You hummed, unconvinced. “Just want you to know I love you more than anything, and that includes fireworks,” he said earnestly, the corner of his mouth flicking up into a small smile.

“Stop being so cute,” you grumbled.

“No can do, love, I’m the cutest!” He announced, laughing as you pulled him down by his collar. You smiled and shook your head just as your lips grazed his,

“Well I guess I can’t argue with that.”

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[droogiesanddiscourse]

HCs: Max Comforting his Insecure!S/O

Original Message: “@anon perhapth... i don’t know if this is too similar to stuff you’ve done before but maybe something along the lines of max comforting his girlfriend who is very insecure and unhappy with her appearance :0) ... xoxo Tumblr girl. i love your work queen! i bow to u!😍😇”

KAJSDLKFAJSDLKJF the way y’all love my Max Cady content warms my heart so much I’m, glad we can all unite over this evil, evil man. I’m sure Scorsese would cry if he saw what I turned his character into. Anyways, enjoy! 

Warnings: None! 

• It hurts Max so much to see you so upset, no matter what the reason. He’s very protective of you, and will beat anyone up who threatens to make you cry. Max will literally throw hands if someone even looks wrong at you. 

• But when he realized you were upset because...of your own self confidence issues, his heart practically shattered in two. He finds you to be one of the most beautiful people in the world (he would even think this if you weren’t dating, trust me), and he wishes he could erase every single negative thought in that pretty little head of yours. 

• Max understands though that insecurity can be a hard demon to battle, and doesn't get upset with you if you keep having reoccurring episodes about it. 

• He’ll pull you onto his lap, hugging you by the waist from behind when you’re feeling especially upset. He’ll rest his chin on the top on your shoulder, letting you cry it out. At first, he is silent, letting you get out your emotions. He understands that sometimes the floodgates just need to just let loose in order to feel better. 

• He’ll also intertwine his hands with yours, encouraging you to squeeze his hand as hard as you can, almost like one of those balls people squeeze to relieve stress. He lets you trace the letterings adorning his arms, knowing tracing the intricate patterns often helps calm you down. Plus he’ll admit, he kinda likes how it tickles his skin. 

• When you start to calm down a little bit, he finally will enquire what was wrong. When you tell him it’s because you don’t feel good enough, he’ll silently turn you around, having you face him now. You can see the amount of pain in his eyes too. 

• “You know I don’t like it when you say those things about yourself, darlin’. It hurts me to think you feel this way.” He wipes the tears away from your face, and any makeup that got smudged as a result of your crying. After that, he’ll start to gently run his fingers through your hair, trying to soothe you further as you keep sniffling. 

• “I’m sure you know, but I think you’re the most beautiful girl ever....” He looks into your eyes, which are attempting to shy away from his. 

• He guides your face gently to move it back, now looking at him. He gives you a warm smile, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You’re ok...it’s okay, (Y/N). I gotchu, you can cry it out.” 

• “But, did you hear me before, princess? I know it might go in one ear and out the other right now, but I’ll say it every single day until you realize it yourself. I think you’re the most beautiful girl. Ever.” 

• Will make sure to kiss you everywhere you feel insecure - your tummy, your thighs, your arms, taking the proper time to worship and appreciate everything about you. Worship with conditions isn’t worship at all, he is in love with every single aspect of you, even the ones you don’t consider to be beautiful. 

• After finding out you have issues with insecurity, he makes sure to randomly compliment you all the time, making sure that telling you your beautiful is a daily occurrence, not something he just says when you’re sad. 

• Max does his very best to make you feel like the princess he thinks you are. 

#max cady x reader #Robert De Niro x reader #max cady imagine #Robert De Niro imagine #robert deniro imagine #cape fear imagine

[kim-ruzek]

burzek hugs 16!!!!

16. ‘not wanting to let go’ hugs.

Fair warning: this is the most heartbreakingly but cutest thing I've wrote in a long time, maybe ever. I so, so hope you enjoy!!! Special appearance from one of your favourite characters bc it's you and I appreciate you sending me this prompt so so much!

"No, daddy, no," Four year old Alice 'Ally' Ruzek cried, her face red and her nose all scrunched up, tears running heavy as she broke her parents' hearts. It's never easy to see your baby cry, especially when they're crying for you, crying for the decision you're making, and they're too young to understand the complexities of the whys.

"I'm sorry, darlin', I am. But mommy and me, we have to go." Adam hugs his daughter as she cries into him, her little hands desperately clinging to his flannel shirt.

"No!" Ally sobs, tearfully looking up at her mother now. "Mommy?"

Her voice is hopeful, pleading and it breaks Kim's heart as she once again kneels beside her distressed four year old. Kim strokes her hair, before lovingly wiping away her tears.

"Don't cry, baby. Look, you're going to have so much fun here! Remember what we told you, that you're going to meet so many new people, make so many new friends? And before you know it, Daddy and I will be here, picking you up and bringing you home and you can tell us all about it." It's hard to keep her voice even, calm, to not let Ally on to her own distress as that would just make everything worse, but somehow, somehow Kim manages it.

Years of being a cop and facing tense situations might be a factor, but she thinks it's just as likely to be because of these four incredibly tough, and alighting years of being a parent.

"You love meeting new friends, don't you, Ally?" Adam chimes in again. Ally is a very sociable girl, always eager to meet new people, never holding anything back. They had hoped that this would make her first day at preschool easier, but Alice Ruzek loves her parents and like her mother, doesn't always like change and so this is an emotional and tough time for them all.

"I don't wanna," Ally pouts sadly, her bottom lip quivering as she still clings to her father.

"I promise, you're going to have do much fun. And afterwards, we can get ice cream, how about that? Right, Mommy?" Adam looks at Kim, grinning. This has been her life since Ally, and normally she'd be a little upset at Adam mentioning ice cream in front of Alice before talking to her, but while she's still sniffling, Ally has perked up at the words and Kim can't help thinking that Adam's a genius. Like her father, Ally is very food motivated.

"Of course. You can have two whole scoops-- and so many sprinkles!" Kim agrees, watching as her daughter's eyes widen in excitement.

"Really?!" Adam and Kim glance at each other, grinning, before, in unison, replying.

"Really."

Ally's grip on Adam becomes looser, and her new preschool teacher approaches them.

"Is Alice ready to come inside?" She smiles sweetly at them. Ally looks up at the teacher.

"It's Ally!" She corrects, to her parents' amusement. Their take no prisoners little girl was back.

"Sorry," the teacher takes it all good naturedly. "Do you want to come inside, Ally?"

Ally looks at her parents, uncertainty appearing on her face, and her hands grip at Adam tighter once more. Adam and Kim smile encouragingly at her.

"Okay. Can Goldie come with me?" Ally asks, holding up her cuddly dog.

"Of course. Is it Goldie's first day, too?" The teacher smiles kindly, and Ally nods, the cute smile her parents love appearing on her face, dimples showing.

"Yeah. She's scared too." Ally answers, and with a little more back and forth between Alice and her teacher, Alice is ready to go inside and Kim and Adam can only watch as she does so, trying not to break down themselves.

"Oh god, I still can't believe this day has come." Kim laments to Adam, feeling so, so fragile, after they pull up in the district's parking lot. They had hugged and cried together after they had waved Ally in, knowing they had to if they expected to get through this day, but she still feels so raw, so emotional at her baby's first day and Kim knows her husband is feeling the same.

Adam leans across and holds her hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I know, baby, I know. It feels too soon, like it was just yesterday we were bringing her home. And now she's at preschool, and in a few months, we'll be bringing this one home." Adam gently touches the barely-there bump, the reminder of the baby growing inside Kim. They both smile down at it, thinking about Ally as a baby, and getting to relive through all those milestones again, and getting the pleasure of seeing Ally be a big sister.

"Should we go in?" Adam says. Kim looks at him, just honestly wanting to answer that all she wants to do is go home and cry into Ally's baby blankets.

"Can we just take five just to hug? I'm not ready to let go yet," Kim asks. It's not like Ally's eighteen and off at college, but it still feels so big, so emotional. Adam nods, smiling softly, lovingly at her.

"Of course, darlin'. Whatever you need."

#ree writes #burzek #chicago pd #ree's.writing #this has literally broke my heart and made it so soft so i really hope you enjoy #ree.prompts #cíara tag

[daddy-deathslinger]

This is weird but i want to see Caleb with an s/o that used to be a bartender and he found her rummaging through the saloon to make something, i,just want some fluff heh

Hi and thank you for the request! I’m sorry it got a bit long, hope you enjoy! 🤠

“A Taste of the Past” - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Genderneutral Reader

Warnings: Alcohol

The dark sky over Glenvale was painted with stars, just like every night. The dead town was as silent as ever, not even the vultures made any sounds tonight. You enjoyed the stillness here, and you wished you could spend more time here during off-trial days, away from the others at the campfire. You were walking the dusty road up to the Dead Dawg Saloon, inhaling the fresh night air with a grateful smile on your lips. You had left Caleb to his tinkering back in his workshop, telling him you needed some fresh air and would be wandering around town a bit.

You aimlessly headed into the saloon, the creaking doors welcoming you as you pushed them aside to enter, the smell of wood and liquor filling your nostrils. You inhaled the scent greedily, enjoying the lack of blood and suffering that usually reeked from this place during trials. Caleb liked hanging out here, getting drunk off his favorite whiskey and telling stories of his past as part of a bounty hunter gang. You enjoyed this place as well, and not just because Caleb felt at home here. This place reminded you of some part of home, as well, a part of your past that you held onto dearly but never dared to speak of here. You had been a bartender, before all this. You'd been pretty darn good at your job, and the pub at home had been like a second home to you, its staff your chosen family. You let out a small sigh, walking up to the bar now and tracing your fingers along the well-used wooden bench. You didn't allow yourself to think much of home, it would only add to the misery of being stuck here, in this hellhole. Although, ever since you'd met Caleb, things weren't as terrible as before. You could withstand the torture and death, as long as you knew you could be with Caleb occasionally.

Now, as you stood behind the bar, eyeing the cupboards filled with old bottles, you felt an urge. An urge to mix a drink, maybe two or three. You'd had the chance some times before, whilst sitting here with Caleb, but you didn't want him to see you mixing drinks. You might be rusty, and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Caleb. But now, you thought, surely a drink or two couldn't hurt. You'd be quick. So, without hesitation, you reached up to the cupboards and grabbed ahold of two bottles. You took them down to brush of the dust and study their labels. Whiskey, and whiskey. You shook your head with a slight chuckle, placing one on the bar behind you but putting the other one back on the shelf. The one you decided to save was an Old Overholt rye whiskey, a label you knew was one of the most popular on the frontier, and one that Caleb loved. You continued searching through the cupboards, enjoying all the old labels you found. Some bottles were half-full, some completely empty. Some were clad in thick layers of dust, some recently drunk from. You wondered if anyone besides Caleb drank in this saloon, but you found it hard to believe that Caleb would let anyone besides himself and you in here, willingly atleast.

Once you had a good stock of bottles on the counter, you decided to start experimenting. You'd found not only whiskey in the cupboards, but gin and some cider as well. Assuming that nothing was too old to drink here, you opened the Old Overholt bottle and took a sip from it. The taste was very sweet at first, like crackers and cinnamon, and then a more mature, deeper taste took over. As the burning hot sensation slid down your throat to land in your stomach, you swore you tasted a hint of leather, and this instantly made you think of Caleb's duster coat. You felt your body tingle a bit, and with a smile on your lips you poured half a glass of the whiskey before putting it back on the counter. You decided to mix in some of the apple cider you'd found as well, guessing that a Stone Fence drink might have been popular in the South during Caleb's time period. You found some silver wear that didn't seem too rusty behind the counter, and used a spoon to mix the drink together in the large glass. Taking a sip, you hummed in appreciation as your tastebuds rejoiced in the sweet and tangy sensation. You closed your eyes, and for only a second you allowed yourself to think of the pub back home.

The sudden sound of a throat clearing itself made your eyes dart back open instantly. Caleb's tall figure towered in the doorway; you could see an amused smile playing on his lips.

"So, this is where you ended up?" he chuckled, and even though he didn't look angry at you, you felt a bit ashamed.

"I-I'm sorry", you said, putting down the glass and taking a step back from the counter. "I didn't mean to help myself like this."

But Caleb only let out a small chuckle at this, walking up to the counter and grabbing the glass in his hand.

"Let's see what ya got", he said, taking a big sip from the drink.

You studied his face in anticipation, nervous about his reaction. You watched him keep the drink in his mouth for a bit, before swallowing with a look on his face that was impossible to read. Silence fell over the saloon, and you felt your palms getting sweaty from the anticipation. Suddenly, Caleb let out a low whistle and an appreciative nod, looking over at you with the glass still in his hand.

"My, Y/N", he said, giving you a surprised smile. "Didn't know I'd met a good old-fashioned bartender! I haven't tasted anything this good in... well, ages!"

He moved to put down the glass, but you gestured for him to take another sip.

"Take it!" you said, your voice both relieved and a bit proud at his reaction. "I'll make myself another one, you hold onto that one."

Caleb gave you a sly smile that made your knees weak, and then he proceeded to sit down at the bar before taking another sip from the glass. You couldn't stop yourself from grinning, as you mixed another drink for yourself, feeling Caleb's eyes on you.

"To good health!" you proclaimed, and Caleb let out a rumbling chuckle, as your glasses clinked together in a toast.

Caleb proceeded to ask you where you'd learn to mix drinks like that, and before you knew it, you were two drinks in and telling him about your life before this place. Caleb listened, keeping his eyes fixated on you, letting you pour him new drinks when his glass got empty. When you started reminiscing about your close friends that you missed so dearly, you felt your throat get thicker, and swallowing the drinks down became harder.

"Sorry..." you had to say eventually, putting down your glass and quickly wiping your eyes, gaze turned down. "I try not to think too much about all that, makes it all harder..."

You felt Caleb's eyes still on you, and suddenly you heard him put his glass aside and reach over the counter. You looked back up, just in time to feel his big, warm hands over yours. He held your hands in such a way that made you feel instantly safer, squeezing them a bit as he leaned in closer.

"I don't think about the past here, either", he mumbled, studying your face. "Nothing good comes out of it."

You pressed your lips together, nodding silently. The past had no business here, you knew that. Caleb scooted back up from the counter, sitting up straight on the bar stool with a small grin on his lips.

"Now, ya want to fetch me some more coffin varnish, darlin'?" he said, and you were so taken aback by the term, that you let out a snorting laughter.

"Coffin varnish?"

"Whiskey!" Caleb grunted, laughing at your expression.

You shook your head with an amused grin, giving him a wink of the eye before turning around.

"Sure thing, cowboy", you smiled, knowing that Caleb hated when you called him that.

And sure enough, you heard a drawn-out grunt, followed by the sound of the barstool's leg scratching on the floor as Caleb got up.

"I told you not to call me a damn cowboy, I ain't got nothing in common with them stinkin'..."

"Shush!" you giggled, reaching up to grab a new whiskey bottle from the shelf of the cupboard.

As you were about to turn around, you suddenly heard Caleb's footsteps behind you. He got up to you, and the next second you felt his big, warm body gently press up against yours. His arms snaked their way around your waist, and you closed your eyes and gladly leaned into the hug. You leaned your face a bit to the side to inhale his scent better, and you felt your whole body go warm as the scent of leather and tobacco filled your nostrils. The two of you stood in silence, Caleb just holding you close for a couple of minutes before carefully turning you around to face him. He cupped your cheek with his big, calloused hand.

"Y/N", he said, his voice a bit lower than usual. "I want you to be as safe and happy as you can be here."

"I know", you smiled, leaning up to kiss him on the lips.

He returned the kiss and you embraced in another tight hug. When you retracted, Caleb had another sly smirk on his lips, swaying you slightly from side to side in his arms.

"And you can mix as many drinks as you want here", he reassured you, "as long as I get to taste 'em."

You smiled, nodding while leaning into his swaying hug.

"Deal!"

#dead by daylight #the deathslinger #caleb quinn #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #dbd #dbd fanfic

[sif-the-tsunami]

Of fathers and daughters

This is a Coffeehouse!AU with a one word prompt brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog for @its--fandom--darling​ 1000 follower celebration!

I don’t know when I’ll really feel like mixing up some word salad again so I’m throwing myself in this one. This is probably the last Henry piece I’ll work on for a while so, might as well, right? Henry takes his daughter to his favorite little coffeehouse and gets some help when he least expects it.

Warnings: talks about a very difficult pregnancy, PPD, and new parent struggles. aside from that, ITS SO FLUFFY YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!!! Also mom jokes, which are like dad jokes. But they cute you to the core.

Not beta’d: all you can eat typos.

“Hush, my darling. Lets give Mummy some time to nap, sweet girl.” Henry said in a soothing tone to the baby as she whimpered in discontentment. The infant was just so tiny as he held her against his warm chest. The diaper bag was on the handle of pram, a cozy blanket was readily available as was a snuggly puppy stuffy that looked just like Kal. A fan had hand stitched it for the growing family shortly after the Cavill clan announced the pregnancy.

The tiny manifestation of he and his wifes love for each other loudly protested her sudden change of scenery and cold air on her face as soon as they walked out the front door. The motion of the buggy seemed to calm her. “I know, my love, we wont be outside for long, I promise. We are just going to go see Auntie Sif. She’s just down the street.”

The sky was a dark grey as they trekked down the road to Henry’s favorite coffeehouse. It perfectly matched his mood for the afternoon. Being parents to a baby that after everything was said and done the doctor was even surprised made it full term had been emotionally taxing. Her umbilical chord had only one artery, and the increased hormones made his wife miserable practically as soon as implantation even happened. It started with an aversion to eggs and just got worse from there. 

They were both exhausted, but his wife definitely didn’t have the easiest time. If his love could cure what ailed her, there would be no bad days. But depression just doesn’t work like that.

Arriving at the coffeehouse, the warmth and laughter inside welcomed him. The smell of soup and the occasional notes of espresso greeted his soul. 

“Well hey there, stranger!” A bright voice called out from behind the counter. “Oooh, you brought my littlest sweetheart to see me! Where is Momma?”

“Hello, Sif. We are on a daddy-daughter adventure so Mummy can take a nap. My god does it smell good in here.” The tiny woman came up and hugged him hard. She then pivoted immediately to look at the pink wrapped baby laying down in the pram. 

“Good man, and it smells so good in here because I made your favorite soup today.” She said, smiling, her eyes teared up a little at the little girl wiggling.

“You didn’t even know I was coming.” He laughed. When they had gone to 

“You go take a seat, darlin’, I’ll get you set up. Your usual, right?” Her vaguely southern accent popped out when she was really happy. He looked around the space. Her husband was in the corner teaching a younger patron how to play Warhammer. He never remembered his name, but in his mind he called the red bearded man Thor. He looked up and waved at new dad.

“For coffee, yes. Can I get the soup and sandwich thing you make me?”

“Of course.” Moments later, Sif came out with a tray in one of her hands. She placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of him with a heel of a fresh baguette from a local bakery. The sandwich was so big he almost couldn’t wrap his lips around it. The latte was perfect, but like always, she made the foam look like a dick.

As soon he dug into the sandwich, his baby started screaming until her face was bright red. Henry tried everything, checked her wants, needs, but the crying continued. Before he could run through the mental checklist again, he looked up and saw Sif walking over. “Oh no, sweet girl, are you giving Daddy a hard time? How can I help, Hen?”

“I don’t know what she wants, her nappy is clean, she didn’t want the bottle.”

“Maybe she just needs a new view, can I hold her?” Henry nodded. “Alright, Chicken, come here. Daddy should be able to eat his lunch while it’s hot, right?”

“Did you just call my daughter a... a farm animal?” Henry asked between mouthfuls of soup.

“My Grammy used to call my sister Chicken and I was Chicken Little. I think it’s a Massachusetts thing. Or Irish, her grandmother used to call her Chicken too. I call my daughter it occasionally.” The woman stood up and started rocking back and forth and pacing a little. Soon the little girl was snuggled into her chest, perfectly content as long as she could see her daddy. In a smooth voice, almost musical, she rubbed the two month old’s back. “See, everything is alright. You just relax, my littlest sweetheart, that way my biggest sweetheart can take good care of you once he’s eaten. Yeah, does that sound like a good idea?”

Before long the baby drifted back to sleep so Sif leaned her back to hold her more comfortably, Thor walked up to his wife with his car keys in his hand, chuckling. “Before you get any ideas. No.”

“No, I know. I like my babies these days the way I like my library books, returnable.” His wife said. “Getting the wee shebeast from school? Drive safe, my love.”

Continuing to rock back and forth with the expertise of someone who has helped many babies fall asleep, Sif hummed gently. Henry finished his food as quickly as he could. “I appreciate how good you’ve been to us, Sif. The Missus loved the cookies you baked her.”

“I am happy to make her more whenever she wants them. You both have been far kinder to me than I could have ever hoped for. You told all your friends how much you liked our place and honestly that made a huge difference. I wouldn't have made some of the friends I have without you, and I can’t thank you enough for that. How is your wife doing?”

“Its been rough, but she’s been hanging in there.”

“Well, give both of you some grace. I know you will get a million people telling you that you should enjoy every minute because they are fleeting. And I’m sure you will get more people who will give you a hard time for not being grateful for every sleepless night. But I’m going to tell you this, as an unsolicited veteran parent to a new one, sometimes babies are hard. You don’t know each other yet and you don’t understand what the other wants. They have no idea of patience, or object permanence. Whenever something go wrong for the first, like, I don’t know, eight years of their lives, try to remember that it could very well be the worst thing that could have ever happened to them so they will react accordingly.” Sif gently stroked the soft hair on the babies head. Looking at the little angelic face in her arms, “So much hard work, so much heartbreak. But, if you do the right by her, you’ll make the world a little bit better. But you know that, you have nieces and nephews. You guys are doing great.”

Henry nodded taking the baby back into his arms. “Thank you, Sif.”

“I’m going to go package up some soup for Momma, give you guys one less thing to worry about tonight.” She said, squeezing his shoulder gently. She came back a few minutes later with a container with some supper for his wife. 

“We’ll see you soon, my friend.” Henry said, tired still but ready to go home. He leaned down and hugged the small woman. “We love you, thank you again.”

“Be safe, give Kal some love for me.” 

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #allies1kcelebration

[writingsfromstarfleet]

James T. Kirk - Reckless

♫ - Son of a Lovin’ Man - Buchanan Brothers

For  @ihascat5​ on Wattpad, I hope this is what you wanted! Thank you lot for reading! Hugs! ♡

The 'T' in James T. Kirk stood for 'Trouble.' Or perhaps 'Tearaway.' Or perhaps 'terribly and irrevocably irresponsible resulting in possibly dying each time he leaves the ship.' It seemed to be any of the three options on any given away mission.

Working in medical aboard the Enterprise, you had met your fair share of injury and disease, it came with the job and with the visitation of new worlds and cultures. Some planets were filled with poisonous animals and plants and you had to deal with the repercussions of it. Sometimes, races were hostile towards new visitors and attacked away teams. What was going to greet yourself and Bones on any day was always a mystery, and you had come to hate the sound of the door opening.

Each time there was talk of beaming down to a new planet, your eyes met Jim's and he just looked down. You hated him going, and he hated that you worried so much when he left, though a small part of his heart warmed at your concern. Each time he would say, 'I'll be fine', and each time you believe him. Not always did he come back unharmed, sometimes a scratch, sometimes a life threatening wound. He was your friend, he was your captain, and more recently you had come to realise a truth you had kept in denial for so long; he was the man you loved.

Sitting at Bones' desk, you were writing away, keeping watch over the med bay whilst he was away with the captain and Spock. Your head was pulled from your work by the dreaded sound, the last sound you wanted to hear in that moment, because it could only mean one thing. The away team was due to arrive back, for certain one of them was injured. Your heart stopped.

"Jim?" your voice came out scared and shocked, as you stared at the state the man was in. He was bleeding around his middle, and Spock and Bones were propping him up, almost dragging him to a bed. Jim could barely walk and he was barely conscious to accompany it. Tearing away from your thoughts, you began to help Bones with Jim, Spock having gone off to the bridge to take charge.

An hour or so of stress, you found yourself sat silently beside Jim's bed, Bones tending to the rest of the paperwork after declining your request to do so.

"I don't think you're in the right mind to carry on working, darlin'. Stay with him." Bones had said, a gentle and caring squeeze to your shoulder before leaving you be.

You found yourself sat very silently, Jim's hand held by yours delicately as though it may shatter at any moment. You'd seen him in some states before, but never had he come this close to death. It was Bones who was responsible for him still being here, and you had a lot to thank the good doctor for. You played with his fingers, entwining your own with his. Looking up, you brushed a stray strand of hair back into place from his forehead, a sad smile gracing your face as your attention focused once more down at your interlocked hands.

"Why do you always have to be so reckless?" You whispered, more so to yourself, a question you felt you just needed to vocalise. You sighed. "Why is it always you?"

"Part of my job" Jim's voice was hoarse and quiet, though he managed a somewhat airy chuckle afterwards, clearly finding humour in the fact he had nearly died not two hours ago.

"Jim.." you trailed off, brows raised in surprise; you hadn't expected him to wake so soon, Bones said he would be out for a fair few hours.

"Y/N, what happened?" He seemed genuinely confused, and you let his hand go, missing the feeling already.

"You," you started, voice dripping with contempt. "You, yet again, almost died on that mission. Why does it always have to be you? Why do you consistently put yourself in harms way?"

"What did I do? I just-"

"What you always do!" You cut him off, standing up and facing away from him. Hearing him struggle to sit up, you spun back round and pushed him back down. "No, stay there. You need rest."

"I need to know why you're so mad, that's what I need to know." Jim's voice was a little higher, a little louder, but still somewhat gentle; he never could find a reason to be mad at you.

"You need to rest first, Captain." Captain, you never called him that. He was always Jim, never was he addressed as Captain. He knew something was wrong.

"I need to know why it's such an issue for me to end up here, you don't fret over other people that land themselves in here, not to this extent. So quite clearly there's something wrong here."

"Yes, I don't love those people." What you said did not register in your brain at first, until you saw Jim's eyes widen and his mouth open slightly. Only then did you realise exactly what you had said. Backtracking, you decided, was useless. Instead, you tried to apologise.

"I, uh, well, I just.. umm.."

"Y/N," Jim cut you off, voice now soft. He held out his hand as far as he could. "Sit down."

Cautiously and rather embarrassed, you sat down again and tried to look anywhere but Jim's eyes. Ultimately, you had failed. As you looked up, your eyes met his and he smiled at you. Despite the anxiety and awkwardness you felt, you never could resist smiling back at him; Jim's smile was infectious. Jim chuckled.

"Are you alright?" His question wasn't unkind, though delivered through a series of small laughs. He could see you were anxious.

"Well, I, I don't.. I.. Look, I'm sor-"

Your words were cut short as Jim pulled you closer, and ignored all the pain in his torso to sit up and engulf you in a hug. With nowhere else to put your hands, you moved to the edge of the bed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"No apology necessary."

Pulling back, you looked into Jim's eyes and saw them twinkle, their usual charm accompanied by a loving glint. You caught him looking down at your lips briefly, and stopped him with a finger to his own before he had the chance to kiss you.

"Do you promise you'll think more about your own safety and possibly consider coming back unharmed every once in a while? I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, Jim. You're always so reckless, so blasé about the idea of danger, I fear one day Mr Spock will return alone."

He smiled at you, appreciating just how much you cared, taking your hand in his while the other rested on your knee.

"I promise I'll always come back to you, Y/N. Always."

And then he kissed you.

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 10: Myofascial Release

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Shane and Sy decompress after an emotional evening, Shane finds it difficult to get out of her own head and live in the moment, but Sy knows exactly how to help her, and not to be a complete hoe and spoil things, but…things get steamier than ever between our favorite therapist and patient duo.

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Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings:  Language, mature themes, alcohol consumption, the smut you’ve all been waiting for so patiently! (I hope it lives up to your undoubtedly high expectations!)

Author’s Note: Oh gosh, y’all, I am so nervous to post this. Somehow it doesn’t feel like my smuttiest smut. And like, all previous chapters have been kind of leading up to this moment. The good news is, I’ve decided to continue writing this story after the sex. I’ve got some ideas about where to go from here, and I want to keep it going. Plus, it feels wrong to write all of this and then just drop them without a big picture resolution. They’re gonna go through some shit, though. You have been warned.

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Her living room was cast in the low light of the floor lamp she had left on. Intending to come home after dark. Alone. She hated walking into a dark house by herself.

Well, tonight, she wasn’t alone. And although Sy had been to her house before, this was different. They were officially a couple, and they were no longer waiting to express, to the fullest extent, their true affection for one another.

Ever the hostess, despite her nervous tension, Shane asked Sy if he wanted anything to drink, rambling off several options somewhat awkwardly.

“I’m fine, darlin.’” He assured her, stopping her at some point in the rant, before she was completely done. “Do you need something?”

“Umm, I think I should have a glass of wine.” Her eyes darted to the kitchen across her serve-through counter space and landed on her fridge. “I’m…I’m really nervous.”

"Why don't we watch a little TV for a while? You get you some wine, and I'll put somethin' on. What are we watchin', sunshine?"

"Ummmm, something light? Funny? Something I've seen." She wouldn't be able to process anything new or heavy right now.

"I'm on it." he kissed the top of her head and left her side for the sofa, where he plopped himself down like a comfy hound dog, and picked up the remote to her Smart TV.

She smiled as she busied herself in the kitchen. She decided she wanted a snack with her wine. She got a plate of cheese and crackers together first. Then she remembered she had some venison sausage one of her coworkers had brought in, and put that on the plate, too. She got out a chilled bottle of her favorite, cheap moscato and a stemless glass. She couldn't go in there without something for Sy, so she also got a glass of ice water ready for him. She put the whole spread on her big serving tray and took it to the living room.

Sy was already halfway through the first episode of Parks and Recreation.

"I saw this in your 'Watch it again' group, and thought maybe you'd like to re-watch it. I've heard you talk about it a lot, and I've never seen it." He didn't complain at her for taking forever. He just lit up when he saw her. Like it was the first time. And not the hundredth.

"That's perfect, babe. I brought some snacks out, too. Some cheese and crackers, and this really good sausage one of my coworkers brought me. You like deer?" she asked.

"One of my favorite pet names." he teased. "I do, though, yes."

They ate, and laughed, and watched about four or five episodes, it was hard to keep track. But after approximately half the bottle, Shane had summoned some courage. She started playing at the texture of Sy's jeans, running a fingernail across the coarse fabric.

"Hang on, love bug. I want to know somethin.'" she looked up at him, mildly confused. "I'm trying to think of a reason you need to get tipsy to sleep with me that I shouldn't take personally." he rubbed her upper arm, comforting her as no one had done since she was a small child. At least not that she could remember.

"No, Sy. It's not like that. You aren't the problem at all!" she paused. He let her gather her thoughts. She appreciated that he knew she intended to continue and that he didn't rush her to do it. He was patient. And kind. And all of that should have made this whole night easier. But somehow it didn’t.

“I’m the problem." She confessed after a long pause and a deep sigh. "I mean, I’m in my head about it all, I know. But it’s been…almost six years since I’ve slept with anyone, five and a half, at least, and I can’t seem to wrap my head around it now that I know it’s going to happen again.”

He pulled her body into his, squeezing her tightly for one of his soul cleansing hugs.

“Sunshine. Everything will come back to ya. We’ll just go as slow as ya want. I got all night.”

“Okay. Well, I guess, since I’m a bit sleepy from the wine, we should head to bed.”

Sy affirmed the idea, and made to help her put their snacks away in the kitchen.

She got out containers for their leftover food while Sy stoppered the wine, put it in the fridge, and washed their glasses.

She felt his warmth before she felt his touch. He stood behind her, radiating his particular brand of heat for a moment, and taking in the scent of her hair near her right ear. She heard a low rumble from someplace deep in him which slowed her efforts at the counter. His hands were light but very much present on her hips. A whisper against the fabric of the casual but feminine floral dress she’d chosen for the night. But she felt it like the weight of her favorite old blanket, heavy with years and warm comfort.

He kissed her temple, chaste and unassuming. But still full of desperation. She could tell that he was ready. Even without the alignment of their bodies completely giving him away.

“Don’tcha think this stuff can wait a couple hours, darlin'?"

His baritone, breathless in her ear, was soothing her back into the mindset of being with him. His feather touch still lingering at her hips and waist. She thought back to those seminars she'd gone to on manual therapy where the speaker talked in depth about the fascial tissues running all across the various muscles in the human body and how trauma to one part could cause tension in another like a snag in a sweater and how he taught the participants techniques to undo that trauma through myofascial release. Sy was slowly managing to unwind and unbind the taut fibers of her heart and relieve that pain that Elliott, in particular had set into place so firmly when he'd hurt her. Lied to her. Cheated on her. Gaslit her. Made her feel like she'd never be loved if she left him. Made her question the very idea of what love meant. Because if what they'd had was truly love, she didn't want it. Wanted no part of the games or the abuse or the manipulation.

Without fully realizing it, during this time of reflection and healing, Shane had given up the task at her hands and turned to Sy, open to his treatment, as he'd always been so open to hers…or mostly. And she let him kiss her, reciprocating. And hold her, returning his enveloping embrace. She even let him pick her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, resting them on his…all too well-defined bilateral gluteus maximus that she'd had to pretend to ignore for weeks. In the therapist side of her brain, alarm bells were going off. "His knee isn't fully healed! You're gonna undo all of the work you've both done so far! He's gonna hurt himself carrying you around!" but she ignored them and trusted him as he walked to her room.

Shane wanted to say that her bedroom was one of splendor. Immaculately made bed, and overall, the picture of tidiness. The reality was much, MUCH different. Glasses half full of water were everywhere (she may be forgetful, but at least she was optimistic), at least one coffee mug sat on the nightstand from the previous weekend when she took a morning cup of tea in bed with her George Harrison biography. Laundry overflowed from a sorting hamper in the corner, and her bed sat, unmade, littered with crumpled pillows, sheets, blankets, and the pajamas she'd slept in last night. She wasn't the kind of person to make her bed for reasons other than having company over, like the fancy company you had to give a tour of your whole house. She'd tried to be that person numerous times, but it never seemed to stick.

Tonight, though, the guilt that came with sub-par housekeeping skills wasn't plaguing her. Right now, all she felt was the weightlessness of being with Sy, wrapped in him, kissing him, and fully ready for what was about to happen between them, as he fell with her onto her bed. Their heads clunked together awkwardly, invoking a mutual wince, followed by bouts of laughter and playful kisses.

He hovered over her a moment, just taking her in. His fingers ghosting her forehead and cheeks to clear it of the whisps of hair obscuring her face. He seemed to examine her in methodical quadrants. Learning the curves and colors and every wrinkle, freckle, and pore. She was still fully clothed, but she'd never felt so bare and vulnerable.

He left her eyes for last. His gaze drowning her delightfully. Random song lyrics came to mind, "the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake" and she thought yes. That is the precise aesthetic of this man's stare. His expression was inscrutable. She wanted to say he looked happy and content, but she didn't want to presume.

He began tracing the floral pattern on her dress with his fingers, and said, "I really like this dress on you."

She laughed, "Oh, that's the beginning of the oldest line in the book. You know you've already got me in bed, right?"

"No, I…" he chuckled, embarrased. "I mean it sincerely. Seeing you in flowers like this…makes me think they bloom right from ya."

She propped herself up on her elbows, dumbstruck by this uncharacteristically poetic side of him she'd just been shown. She stroked the side of his face.

"The man who came up with the original pickup line is rolling over in his grave attempting to kick himself for not thinking of something so beautiful."

"Yeah?"

"HELL yeah. He would have gotten WAY more lucky with a statement like that."

"You're probably right." he said, pulling her up to hold her in his arms.

"If for no other reason that it would have landed him a higher caliber woman than the floozies that he probably got."

He moaned his ascent against her neck, and continued, "Which would have meant a lot more getting lucky down the road, right?"

"Traditionally speaking, I'd say yes." she laughed, her fingers in his hair, which was barely long enough for the action.

"Okay, I know I said I liked the dress, but…" he tugged at the hemline tucked just under her hips and pulled it off her willing body.

"About time, cowboy!" she smiled, breathless.

He continued kissing her as he unhooked her strapless bra and tossed it aside, into the abyss, where the dress had gone. She was so dizzy from him that she barely noticed he was laying her down until her warm back hit cool sheets. She could feel his touch everywhere at once, despite the fact that he was really only making two or three points of contact.

Shane trembled as Sy peppered her soft body with kisses. She couldn't recall shivering like this before, especially when there was nothing but warmth, even heat, around her. His beard grazing her hips and thighs was sending tremors through her unlike anything she'd ever felt. She was a goner, and he hadn't even truly begun.

His breath against her skin was like lightning in the clouds. A storm began forming within, and all around them from his work on her…and eventually in her. He took the time to remove both of the shirts he was wearing--plaid cotton blend and thick white jersey. She reached out to run her fingertips over his chest, covered in a manly stand of thick, dark hair. It ran over his pecs and down his abdomen…farther, she knew, than was exposed right now.

She wanted to touch him. To return the favor. To stir in him the same tempest he'd stirred in her. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She was a little surprised he wasn't resisting her, but pleased, all the same. She took the heavy weight of him out in some shock…she'd caught outlines and silhouettes often since they'd been together, but he hadn't let her go this far yet. It had made her feel a little slutty at the time, but now, she understood. He was…protecting her, in a way. She handled him curiously, gently, as he'd been with her. Her apprehension, however, grew with him.

"Sy, you're…I…" she wasn't sure what to say. But she had concerns about being rent in two by him.

"I think I remember tellin' ya you wouldn't be laughin,' sunshine." he grinned at her, breathless as she stroked him.

"You were right. But don't get too used to me saying so." she smirked back at him.

He pulled away from her, reluctantly, but eager to get back to tasting her.

She couldn't comprehend what he was doing. But it felt incredible. No one she'd ever been with had made her feel like this. Like her blood was effervescent and her body was aglow like embers. His reaction to her was as much a part of the pleasure as his ministrations themselves. She could tell he was enjoying himself which fed her desire.

She felt a tension coiling inside her, something similar to climaxes past but she could tell, much more intense. What was different? Other than Sy, she didn't know. But it was working. She moaned and writhed into him.

"Yeah, sugar. Let that out. I wanna hear it." he quickened, driving her mad and sending her spinning into her bliss, incomprehensible words and sounds escaping her, growls of satisfaction escaping him, but he didn't stop.

She felt his fingers working inside her to pull another climax from deep within her. This was new for her, as well. Not only was he putting her first, but he was making her a priority in double measure before taking anything for himself. As that pressure built in her again, she felt his gaze on her, hungry and adoring, and she heard his grunts of exertion and she thought, lust. She wasn't sure how many of his digits he'd managed to slide into her, but it felt splendid, and she wanted more. She gripped his arms to convey this desire, words caught in her throat. He dove headlong back down to her, adding his mouth to the onslaught of his hand, and before she could get out more than a "Fuuuu" she was falling apart again, her body spasming and writhing beneath his utter oral perfection. Eventually, she finished the word when she ran out of air and had to take in a large gasp on the "uck."

She watched him kiss around her thighs and hips, in awe of him in his entirety.

Breathless, she asked, "Why are you so good to me, Sy?"

"Well, a wise woman once told me, 'good go to heaven.'" he looked coyly up at her. "I think I'm there, sunshine."

"Ya know, you're the best patient I've ever had." she smiled.

"Well, I should hope so." he boasted as he kissed at her breasts, nipping at the taut, dark bud in the center. She gasped. He let go and continued his ascent.

He had a point. Who could have qualified as a "better" patient than him when he'd given her so much? Even more than what they were doing tonight. His kindness. The love he had always shown her, even when she wasn't ready to see it. His strength, but also his vulnerability that she seemed to be the only one ever to see. Combine that with the fact that his mind was basically a steel trap for her every word and it would have made him more than perfect enough for her.

But as he broke away from her kiss to take off his jeans, she marveled at the shape and size of his whole body. Those thick, strong arms, the broad, defined torso, the massive, powerful legs of an avid runner, and a face that God Himself would probably be jealous of, if He was capable of the feeling. This gorgeous exterior that Michelangelo would have killed to sculpt, combined with all of his other amazing qualities, and he was almost too perfect.

He cuddled up next to her, reached up, and caressed her face, still flush with pleasure.

"I could look at this face, and nothin' else for…damn… hours. Maybe days."

She blushed and cast her eyes down, and half whispered, "The feeling is mutual."

"Then why're you lookin' away, darlin'?" he tilted her chin up. "That shy business is cute and all, but you don't have to hide from me, sweetheart."

"Again, it's not you, it's me." she chuckled, nervously.

"You wanna call it a night, for now?" he asked without a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"You're kidding, right?" she raised her eyebrows. "You did all that work getting me ready for you, and I won't let that be a wasted effort." she pulled him to her and into a deep kiss, rolling onto her back and bringing him with her.

"Oh, sugar, that wasn't no wasted effort. That was time well spent. No matter what." he said in short bursts when he could pull away from her lips.

He lifted himself up and over her, kneeling between her legs, already open for him. She thought he should know how ready she was. Thought it should be painfully obvious. But he asked anyway.

"You ready, sunshine?" he asked, as he opened the condom and rolled it on…damn he was slick! She hadn't even noticed him get it from wherever he'd had it. She presumed his jeans pocket, which would explain much. She had been very distracted by his naked perfection.

"Yes. Please." she had been struck with an urgency as they stood here on the verge of everything.

He sunk slowly into her, the contentment of coming home spread over his face, the bliss of being whole spreading over hers. No, she thought. She was more than whole. She'd always felt mostly whole during sex. Sy made her feel as though she was overflowing with herself. And not just because she was overflowing with him. The way he moved in her, over her, with her, it was like he was afraid she'd turn to vapor around him before he could finish. Like she was nothing more substantial than a bubble full of smoke, and he thought she may burst and disappear. Although, you couldn't tell from the tight grip he kept on her. A bruising grip that she thought might have had a chance of popping a football. She didn't care. She wanted him to touch and hold her like this until they had no more to give each other.

As they built toward their mutual undoing, the world and everything in it faded away. There was no personal drama or injury. Nothing but the euphoria of this newfound oneness. The caresses and thrusts and groans of pleasure were the only things that mattered. Each other, and what they found therein.

“Shane.” He whispered to her, his pinnacle nigh.

“Sy!” She whimpered, that familiar tension approaching its apex.

He kissed her, as if he meant to permanently emboss her onto the bedding and onto his lips. She reeled as she came undone, little sparks of light obscuring her vision for a fraction of a second. He followed her closely, breathless and spent.

He laid down beside her, as close to her as possible, and began drawing mindless circular patterns on her stomach and around her breasts.

“Wow.” She said, almost under her breath.

“How ya feelin,’ sunshine?”

“Mmm, boneless. Dazed. Half wishing we’d done that weeks ago. I didn’t have a clue what I was missing.”

“Oh, I think you had an idea.” He said as he neatly doffed and disposed of the prophylactic in the waste can by her bed.

“Okay, a bit.” She chuckled. “It’s not like you can hide that…thing.”

“And I don’t try to, darlin’!” He kissed her forehead “Well, I don’t hide it just anywhere, put it that way.” He smirked at his dirty joke and she swatted him for it.

“You’re bad!”

“And you love it.”

She couldn’t argue. She loved his badness and his goodness and everything in between.

Up Next: Chapter Eleven- Discharge Plan 

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[doveprose]

PROM HAD BEEN TWO WEEKS AGO now, but the memory would be stuck with her for the rest of her life. She was living with her uncle Bobby and aunt Debbie now because she had lost her father, at the hands of Mr. Adam Fletcher, along with her boyfriend, Jacob.

Now, she only had her aunt and uncle - along with her two cousins, Joshua and Jesse. Both of them, she adored and spent a lot of time with, though the youngest of the two had more in common with her.

Helene sat there in silence for a few moments in front of the window, textbook in her lap and watching the snow fall very steadily outside, covering the road in a white blanket. There were tears pooling in her eyes until her uncle walked in, took one look at her face and encouraged those tears to fall.

He’d not meant to, of course and feeling so much guilt, he strode toward her and enveloped her in his arms as she broke down for the first time since it had happened.

“ You’re alright, honey. I’ve got you.. your aunt and I are gonna take care of you from now on. You’re safe here with us - Jesse will be looking out for you whenever you go places, ” he adds, hopeful that she appreciates the sentiment.

“ I miss them so much, uncle Bobby. I just.. I just wanna hear my Dad’s voice again, or see that cheeky smile of Jacob’s, to let me know everything is going to be okay. Most of all I miss Dad’s hugs, ” she chokes on her words as she speaks, tightly clinging to his arm as it holds her so closely.

Bobby squeezed her tighter then, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, smoothing down her hair and both of them ignoring the thud of the book dropping to the floor. She continued her sobbing for a little while longer, finally letting all her grief out - as she hadn’t managed to shed a single tear until now and the pain of it reminded her of why it had taken two weeks.

She believed that if her uncle hadn’t walked into the room, the tears would still be locked away in her heart forever. The night that her father and Jacob had been murdered, emotions were scattered and she had screamed many times, but hadn’t been able to cry it out the way she wanted to.

Being held in Bobby’s arms seemed to bring that right out of her, though. Even aunt Debbie hadn’t managed to entice such a thing.

Helene supposed that had everything to do with how much he was actually like her father. Bobby and Harvey had been close as anything when they were growing up, bonded for life and it was painfully clear in his own eyes just how much he missed a younger brother he would never, ever forget.

“ I’m sorry you lost your brother, uncle Bobby. I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused.. if not for me, Mr. Fletcher wouldn’t be running around killing everyone.. all just to get to me. He killed my Daddy and.. and my boyfriend, my best friends.. I couldn’t even stop him, ” she cried, her voice uneven as she spoke and further tears springing from her eyes.

Bobby shushed her gently, holding her tighter and rocking her from side to side, pulling her up to stand and scooping her up into his arms. He carried her all the way up the stairs and into her room, tucking her beneath the covers and sliding her hot water bottle into the bottom of the bed so she would not catch a cold in this chilly conditions.

Given that she was grieving, it was all the more likely for her to become ill while her immune system was compromised, so he made sure she was warm.

“ You get some rest now, darlin’. Your aunt will come wake you up in a few hours for dinner, okay? I’m gonna make a nice hot chicken and vegetable stew - your Dad’s favourite, back when we were growing up, ” he smiles brightly, watching as her own takes over her face and she settles down on the pillow.

“ I love you, uncle Bobby, ” she says softly, yawning while she yawns and turns to lay on her side as he closes the door.

“ I love you, too, honey. You get some sleep now, ” he tells her, clicking the door into place and venturing back downstairs.

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Slipping Through My Fingers - Twelve

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

warnings: just a ✨ sprinkling ✨ of jealousy :) oh and nsfw 👀

an: hmm well we’ve had a couple real fluff monster chapters....let’s switch tings up! 

Elide cursed herself as she half-ran through the school, trying to get to her classroom before it was too too late. She wasn’t even supposed to be here because of the student teacher taking over for the next week, but she’d forgotten to write out the schedule or even give it to the student, a young woman named Audrey. 

“Hi, hi, I’m so sorry, I thought I had the schedule all ready for you,” Elide said as she entered her classroom, where Audrey was already talking to one of her students. “Hey there, Ivy, how’s it going today?” 

The curly-haired child smiled, two perfect dimples appearing on her brown cheeks. “Hi! I’m very good.” 

“Well, that’s good,” she said, smiling and sitting at her desk. Elide had never looked or felt more unprofessional in a pair of black leggings and a faded hoodie she’d stolen from Lorcan. Not to mention, she had only been able to find her glasses from two years ago which she abhorred. They were clunky and thick framed and constantly slipping down her nose. 

With a breath of relief at not being too late, Elide opened her agenda and walked over to the whiteboard, taking a purple marker and writing out the schedule in big letters - perfect for the munchkins to read. 

She glanced over at the door just in time to see Lorcan and Kohana walk in. Kohana did not look happy and she raised a brow, nodding when Lorcan mouthed Later. 

“Elide?” 

Elide turned to see Audrey, smiling, “Yeah?” 

“Who is that?” 

“Oh, that’s Lorcan and Kohana. Kohana is the kid,” she said, walking over to her desk, where there was now a coffee from the cafe down the block from Lorcan’s house. Elide picked it up and sipped from it, hiding her happy grin at the fact that he’d gotten her coffee. “He’s a cutie, but he doesn’t like new people very much, so don’t get discouraged if he doesn’t talk much. That’s pretty standard. Now, his best friend Esther, that girl is his cheerleader.” Elide flipped through the pages of paper on her desk, pulling out the kid’s buddy goals and handing it to Audrey. 

“‘Buddy Goals’? What are these?” she asked, scanning down the list. 

“I thought it would be good if they all wrote something they’d like to be better at and with their buddies, they can help each other. Kohana’s goal is working on his outside voice and Esther’s is working on her inside voice,” Elide supplied, tapping her outgrown nail over Kohana and Esther’s goals. It was good she had the day off so she could go to her nail appointment. 

Audrey nodded, smiling, “That’s a great idea. Might steal that from you, Elide.” 

“Oh, please,” Elide waved her hand dismissively, “go ahead.” She looked around the class, waving at her students and her eyes widening when Kohana stomped out to his desk, sitting down and crossing his arms. 

Looking to Lorcan, who just shook his head and sighed, Elide offered a soft smile in support, raising her coffee in gratitude. He nodded, the corner of his lips quirking up for a split second. 

She turned back to her papers, losing herself in it until somebody tapped on her desk and she looked up, grinning at Lorcan. “Hey. What’s, uh, what’s up with Ko?” 

“No clue. Kid woke up pissed,” Lorcan said, rolling his eyes slightly. “I’m sorry if he’s like this all day.” 

“Eh, Esther’ll be here soon.” 

Lorcan huffed a laugh and nodded, “Yeah. So, what’s up with the fit, E? That’s a cute hoodie.”

She gasped in mock hurt, “What? You don’t like the hoodie and leggings? I thought it was cute!” He raised a brow and she rolled her eyes. “I have the day off. Well, sort of.” 

“Sort of?” 

“Student teacher week. Her name is Audrey, nice girl,” Elide said, motioning to the girl at the door. “Don’t you have the day off?” 

Smiling slyly, Lorcan nodded, “I believe I do. Funny that, huh?” 

“Yeah. Funny.” 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” She nodded and then he walked off, saluting to Kohana who just scowled harder at his father, his eyes flashing. Dang, that kid could glare. 

The sound of coy laughter brought Elide’s attention to the door, where Lorcan and Audrey were. She narrowed her eyes, watching as her student teacher threw her head back and her hand came to rest on Lorcan’s bicep. That was just ridiculous. 

Lorcan moved slightly and Elide tried to not glare at Audrey as she mirrored his step back, way too close for comfort. Elide did not care for the appreciative look in the woman’s eyes. She had to stifle her scoff when Audrey toyed with the ends of her hair. When did that ever work in real life? 

Something stirred in the pit of her stomach and she felt a snarl grow before she tamped that down. It wasn’t jealousy. They weren’t serious enough for jealousy. It was just some harmless fun. Not exclusive, not dating… hanging out. It had only been three weeks, for the gods’ sakes. 

By the time she looked up again, Lorcan was gone and Audrey looked slightly deflated. Serves her right, Elide thought. All of her things were settled, so as she stood, gathering her stuff, Elide tried to control the look in her eyes as she left the classroom, saying a brief goodbye to everyone. 

She fumed the entire way to the salon, her knuckles white as she gripped her steering wheel.

Trying to calm herself, she parked with a serene smile pasted on her lips and walked in to see Philippa waiting at the front desk. “Philippa, hello, hello!” 

“Elide, hi,” the older woman said, walking around to greet her with a hug. “Come on over, we’ll get you started.” Elide smiled and let out a pent up breath. “Something wrong?” 

Elide sighed again and shrugged as she sat at Philippa’s table, putting her purse on the floor and slipping her phone into it. “Yeah. No. I don’t know.” 

Philippa hummed and sat down, getting a couple bowls of acetone ready for Elide to soak her nails in. “Talk to me, honey.” 

“Well,” Elide put her nails in the remover, rolling her eyes, “it’s a bit of a story.” 

“Then it’s a good thing we have lots of time, isn’t it?” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan groaned as he woke up, sprawled out across his couch. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he dug it out, squinting at the screen, at the text from Elide. 

EL: want some company?

LS: yours?

EL: i was planning on mine, yes 

LS: always 

He tossed his phone away and dozed off until someone knocked on the door. Lorcan called out, “‘t’s open!”

His eyes remained closed as he shifted onto his back and listened to the door open. “Hey, L,” Elide said as she slipped off her shoes and put down her bag. “Where are you?” 

“Couch,” he answered, reaching out when he heard her walking over to him. “C’mere.” 

She let out a soft grunt as he fisted his hands in her hoodie and tugged her down, wrapping her up in his arms. Elide smiled and wiggled until she let out a content sigh and pressed her face into his neck, curling her hands into fists on his chest. His hands crept up the back of her hoodie, his thumb rubbing over the small of her back.

They laid in a comfortable, soft silence until Elide couldn’t handle it anymore. “So… Audrey’s nice, isn’t she?” Lorcan paused and didn’t say a word. “L?” She looked up at him, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. 

“I guess.” 

“That’s all you have to say?” 

“Why, are you jealous?” 

Elide scoffed and spluttered, “Wha- what? Jealous? You think I’m jealous?” She sat up, pushing against his chest to straddle his waist. Lorcan arched a brow, his hands on her hips. “I’m not jealous. I just think it’s a little inappropriate of her to be flirting with the father of one of her students.” 

Lorcan laughed, “If you think her flirting - terribly, mind you - is inappropriate, what do you think about what we’re doing?” 

“Well, that’s different! We’re…” she trailed off, knowing she couldn’t say anything. Annoyed, she snapped, “Whatever. That’s irrelevant ‘cause it’s just rude to flirt with you in front of me.” 

He sat up, “But why is it rude? You’re the one who said we aren’t dating, we aren’t exclusive. Just hanging out.” Lorcan lifted his hand to cup her face, stroking his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “Come on, just say that you’re jealous and we can forget all about this, baby.” 

Elide frowned, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “I am not jealous.” 

“Ok.” 

“I am not!” 

“And I’m agreeing with you,” he said, but the look in his eyes told a different story. He leaned in, missing her lips to kiss the skin beneath her jaw. Elide breathed in shakily, gripping her upper arms tightly. Lorcan grinned and continued his ministrations, trailing heated kisses over her skin. “C’mon, darlin’, just tell me. ‘t’s ok, E. I don’t mind.” 

“I hate you,” she breathed, tipping her head back to give him further access. “You’re a dick.” As she said that, she slid her hands into his hair, scraping her fresh, black acrylics over his scalp. 

Lorcan just laughed and grazed his teeth over her pulse, licking over the slight sting. “C’mon, baby, tell me.” 

“Fuck you.”  

“Fuck me yourself, coward,” he replied smoothly. 

She laughed and pulled away, her slender eyes crinkling. “Fine, you sadist. I don’t like it when people flirt with you.” Elide tugged his face forward and kissed him, murmuring against his lips, “I was jealous.” 

“We should remedy that, then.” 

“How?” 

“Well, you said yourself that we aren’t dating, right?”  She nodded in response and continued to kiss him, biting his bottom lip. “What if we were? What if you were my girlfriend?” 

Elide paused and pulled back, her eyes big, “Really? Like, you and me?” 

“You and me,” he said, nodding. “So? Whaddya say, Lochan?” 

Lorcan let out a soft grunt when she practically tackled him to the couch and squeezed her arms snugly around his neck, “So that’s a yes, right?” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan arched a brow at the look in his girlfriend’s eyes as she innocently sipped from her tea, sitting at his kitchen island on a barstool. “What’s that look for?” 

Elide shrugged a shoulder up, running her fingertip over the rim of the mug. “Nothing. Why?” 

The house around them was silent, a warm and sated sort of quiet that came when he knew Ko was safe and sleeping peacefully upstairs. Elide had come over after her dinner with her adoptive parents and her sister. Apparently, Aelin let it slip that she was ‘seeing someone’ and her mother was already hounding her to let them meet whoever it was. 

“You’re planning something,” he replied, keeping his voice low. “I don’t think I should trust you.” 

Elide laughed, a little smoky chuckle that had his blood heating in his veins. His skin was tingling as she dragged her burning gaze down his front, her clouded eyes lingering on where his grey sweats were precariously slung low across his hips. “Maybe I just like what I see.” 

He snorted as Elide was never one to be satisfied by simply looking, something he had no qualms about. “You’re a shit liar, El.” 

Elide dropped her facade and grinned a filthy little grin that had his blood shooting south. She smirked when he shifted and leaned back against the counter, gripping the worn edge of the wood countertop. “Need some help with that?” she asked, flicking her eyes to the bulge in his pants. 

“Oh, if you would be so kind,” he taunted, not really meaning it and to his delight, a slow smile spread over her lips as Elide slipped off her stool and strolled around to him. 

Lorcan raised his hands to capture her in a tight embrace and kiss her, but Elide evaded his reach and sunk to her knees. Breath hitching, Lorcan looked down at her as she pressed her lips to the patch of skin beneath his navel, her lips parting for her tongue to drag over the flat grooves of his stomach. 

Lorcan hardened further, his lashes fluttering at the feeling of her mouth on his skin. In his mother tongue, he let slip a soft curse when he felt Elide tugging his sweats down, just enough for her to pull his cock out. All he heard was his blood rushing through his ears and the distant sound of Elide chuckling before she wrapped her hand around him and stroked up and down. 

Then, she twisted her wrist ever-so-slightly on the upstroke and Lorcan’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his neatly trimmed fingernails digging into the wood beneath his hands. “Fuck, El.” 

She laughed again and whatever he was going to say - something about her teasing him - died in his throat when Elide licked up the underside of his shaft, the tip of her tongue probing his slit and not giving him a chance to breathe before Elide took his cock in her mouth. 

Lorcan tried to hold back his groan as she did something with her tongue that had his mind blanking. A stream of Ozuye spilled from his lips when she did it again and hummed as one of his hands came to rest on the back of her head - he rasped, “Deeper.” 

Elide breathed through her nose and relaxed her throat, letting him slide in and in until the tip of his dick hit the very bottom of her throat. The feeling of her wet and tight throat swallowing around him had precum dripping from him and Lorcan let his head fall back. He tried as hard as he could to keep his breathing normal, but when Elide nudged him to move his hips, any effort was futile. 

When he held her head in place and slowly, carefully eased in and out of her throat, Elide looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes half lidded and flitting shut. She hummed around him and let the hand holding the base of his cock fall free so she could hold her long hair off the back of her neck. 

Lorcan breathed heavy through his nose, his brow furrowing as he felt his climax fast approaching. Elide could feel it too as his cock leaked down her throat and the way that it throbbed gently. She let him fuck her mouth slowly, her nails sharp even through his sweats as she gripped his thigh. 

Panting and lungs greedily gulping down any and all oxygen, Lorcan pushed in until Elide almost gagged and kept her still. She hummed around him and the vibrations had him coming down her throat, his teeth close to drawing blood as he bit his bottom lip and tried to stifle the sounds he made. 

Elide swallowed until there was nothing left and then she let him fall from her mouth. She wore a satisfied smile as she stood up and helpfully fixed his waistband for him, smirking when her knuckles dragged over his sensitive flesh and his breath hitched. “Did that help?” 

Lorcan fought for breath and shook his head at her, reaching out a hand to cup the back of her head and kiss her just as a door opened upstairs and two little feet padded down the hallway, quiet on the stairs. 

“Shit,” Elide bit out, quickly kneeling down and out of sight as Kohana peered downstairs and locked eyes with Lorcan. 

“Dad, why you downstairs?” 

His heart slammed against his chest and Lorcan swallowed once, gesturing vaguely to the sink, “Water, Ko.”

His son’s eyes were big, bright, and filled with unshed tears, “I thought there was a monster.”  

“No monster, prince,” Lorcan quipped, shooting Elide an apologetic look as he shoved off the counter and walked over to his son. He took the stairs two at a time and said in the common tongue, loud enough for her to hear, as he scooped Ko up, “Let’s get you back to bed, huh?” 

Elide waited with bated breath until she heard Kohana’s bedroom door close and waited two extra minutes before she snuck upstairs and into Lorcan’s room. She crawled into bed and collapsed down, wrapping her arms around his pillow and burying her face in it, breathing in the woodsy scent of his cedar and sandalwood cologne. 

She resolved to stay awake until he returned and to fall asleep with him holding her snugly, but it seemed as though it was out of her hands as her breathing slowed and she passed out. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide woke with a start after dreaming she had fallen, her mind playing catch-up and groggy. Yawning, Elide reached out to grab Lorcan and to pull herself tighter against him. But, all she felt was empty space and, by the coolness of the sheets, he hadn’t made it back from putting Kohana down.

Groaning softly, she got out of bed and shuffled down the hall to Ko’s room. His door was half-open and she leaned against the doorframe, shifting her weight onto one foot and smiling at the sight before her. 

Lorcan, asleep in his son’s bed. And Kohana, gathered up in his father’s arms, sleeping soundly. Elide’s gaze strayed from Lorcan’s serene face and locked on the slumbering child. Whisps of black hair escaped his double braids and his brow furrowed as it tickled his little baby button nose. Kohana looked like his father, but softer, gentler. Not hardened by life or bittered by experience. 

“Lorcan,” she whispered hoarsely. Lorcan slowly stirred and opened his eyes, looking between his son and Elide. “It’s late, baby, come to bed.” 

He nodded but didn’t move immediately. He just gazed down at his child, gently brushing back the hair that bothered him and kissing his brow, whispering words Elide didn’t understand. Then, he shifted Kohana carefully onto the mattress and scooched to the end of the bed so he could stand and step over to her. 

Elide smiled as Lorcan slid his arms around her waist and her hands slid up his arms. He smiled and lifted his hand to tip her chin up. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers gently. “What time is it?” 

“I don’t know,” she whispered, “I fell asleep.” 

He hummed and pulled away, looking back at his sleeping child. Elide let him be for a moment and then she laced their hands together and walked him back to bed, where they fell asleep wrapped around each other.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Kohana had a secret. He’d only told Tigger, who was on the next stool over, curled up in a fluffy ball. Ko had never seen his kitty look more shocked.

He watched his father as he ate his cornflakes. Dad was making coffee again and hadn’t said a word about last night. 

Kohana just watched in silence, raising his full spoon to his mouth and steadily chewing on his cereal. 

Lorcan turned around as he poured the coffee into his mug. “What’s up, Ko? What’s with the, uh, staring?” 

“Nothing, Dad,” he said, reaching for his orange juice. He blinked slowly as he sipped from his juice. 

“Really? So there’s nothing you want to tell me?” 

Kohana tilted his head to the side, “Do you have anything to say?” To anyone else, it would seem like Lorcan had nothing to say, but to his son… he’d never looked more guilty. 

Lorcan’s mug froze on its way to his lips and he paled for a split second before coughing, lowering his coffee. “Nope. Why- why would you ask that, bud?” 

Staying silent, Kohana stared his father directly in the eyes as he drank more orange juice. Then, he moved his bowl and glass to the side and planted his hands on the island to stand up on the stool he occupied. “I know your secret, Dad. Tigger knows too.”  

“Oh, really? What secret is that?” 

“You have an adult friend. And I know who it is! I saw you in my door,” he shouted, glowering at his father. Lorcan choked and opened his mouth to say something, but Kohana wasn’t done. “Elide is your adult friend. You were having a sleepover with MY TEACHER!”  

“Ko, no need to yell, man, I’m right here,” Lorcan said, wincing slightly at the volume. It was so early. With a sigh, he nodded, “You’re right. It’s Elide.” He tapped his fingers against the side of his mug. “What do you think about it?”

Kohana felt the fight leave him and he sat down again, shrugging. “It’s ok. I like Elide, she is very nice.” He pulled his cereal back to him, but it was mushy now and there was no way on Earth he would eat it now. “Can she come over for dinner, Dad?” 

Lorcan smiled and nodded, “Yeah. She can come over for dinner.” Kohana nodded and pushed his cereal away to grab his glass and finish his juice. Lorcan wondered how many times he would have to thank the Creator for giving him this perfect, amazing child.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide smiled and waved good-bye to all her students at the end of the day. Kohana just stared at her from over Nehemia’s shoulder. She was taking him home until Lorcan could leave work. There’d been a car emergency that had taken longer than anticipated to fix. 

Kohana looked at Elide the entire time Nehemia put him in his booster seat and watched her as she walked backwards towards the school. He’d been staring at her all day, like he knew a secret. It freaked her out and she’d texted Lorcan about it, but he hadn’t gotten back to her yet. 

Her phone was on her desk and buzzing when she walked into her class. Picking it up, she smiled and accepted Lorcan’s call. “Hello?” 

“Hey, E,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “How are you?” 

She sat on the edge of her desk before answering. “I’m good. Still freaked out by your child. Is there a reason why he stared at me the entire day? It’s like he was saying ‘I know your secret’.” Lorcan didn’t answer, only hissing a breath. Elide paused, narrowing her eyes. “He knows, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he?” 

“...yeah. He saw us last night in the doorway.” 

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I know you wanted to wait and–” 

“No, E, it’s honestly fine. I know we were supposed to go out, but Ko wants us to have dinner. Do you mind a slight change in plans?” 

Elide contemplated silently, biting her pearl-coloured nail until she remembered she’d just gotten a new set done. Lorcan spoke again, “We don’t have to tonight–” 

“No, babe, it’s ok. Let’s have dinner,” she said in a nervous chirping tone. “It’ll be great.” 

“Ok, well, my place at, say… seven?” 

“Your place at seven,” Elide confirmed, smiling as they said good-bye and hung up. Slowly, she put all the little chairs up on the desks, trying to calm her shaking hands. It was fine. It would be fine. It was fine. It would be fine. She repeated that litany as she gathered her things and left the room, flicking off the lights as she went. 

She recited it aloud once she was in her car, which was finally fixed up and ready to go, and on her drive home. 

Everything was… fine. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan glanced over into the living room, where his son was playing with Tigger. 

He remembered when Essar had come home with that blasted creature who he’d had a slight rivalry with since the day they’d met. Tigger had hated when Essar gave Lorcan more attention than he and would hiss and cry until Essar rolled her eyes and lovingly picked him up. 

That cat had kept him alive, though. On the days where Lorcan had barely been able to wake up, too far gone in his grief, Tigger would scratch at his door and jump onto Lorcan’s chest, digging his claws into his skin until Lorcan got up and went to take care of his baby. 

Gods, Kohana hadn’t even lived a year before she was gone. Through a few talks, Lorcan had pieced together that Kohana only remembered the blurry form of Essar. He remembered that home had been happy and bright but one day, it went silent. Dad didn’t smile as much, he didn’t laugh as much. Mama didn’t sing to him anymore and Mama didn’t pick him up anymore. He still missed her, still was aware enough to know that someone was gone, someone important. 

Maybe it was funny, but the fact that they’d known she didn’t have long anymore hadn’t helped when she was actually gone. The fact that she’d just… faded wasn’t any better. She’d still been ripped from his arms, from this world. 

Burned in his mind was the image of the serene smile on her tattooed lips. During the last few weeks, Essar had been in such pain that there wasn’t a moment that she hadn’t been on painkillers, but for the last day, she’d asked to go out clean. That smile was real, it was her. 

His depressing thoughts were interrupted by Kohana’s precious gasp from his seat on the window bench, his hands and face pressed against the window. 

Lorcan smiled and put down the spoon he was idly stirring the glaze for the bison chops resting in their rub on the island. Bison in Terrasen was something only their Indigenous tribes were privy to hunt and sell. Lorcan, while Indigenous, still didn’t have a permit because for one, he hated hunting and two, he wasn’t Terrasenian anyways. A few of his friends did though and were always happy to share their bounty with him. 

He turned the burner down and walked over to look over Kohana’s head, seeing Elide step out of her car and wave. Kohana waved back, climbing off the bench to run to the door, waiting patiently. Lorcan smiled back at her as she walked up the path, carrying a pastry box. 

Lorcan returned to the kitchen as Kohana waited and Tigger padded over to the kitchen as well, purring and twisting around Lorcan’s legs. Lorcan just nodded down at the cat and went back to checking the sauce, understanding Tigger’s silent support. He supposed the cat had his moments. 

A few seconds later, he heard the door open and Kohana saying an exuberant hello. Elide’s tinkling laughter was heard as she too said hello and was let in, the door closing resoundly behind her. 

Finally, Lorcan turned and smiled softly at her as Elide nervously smoothed her hands down the fronts of her black jeans - her newest thrifting find. They were men’s sized and a wide, black belt cinched them around her petite waist. Her top was a slouchy, lavender sweater - the very one she’d worn the first day of school - with the front tucked into her pants. Kohana was oblivious to the adults’ almost tangible nerves and smiled happily, clambering up onto a stool as he chattered on. 

They only had time for a quick hello before Ko was demanding her attention again by standing up on his stool and waving his hand. 

Elide laughed again and sat down on the stool opposite him, readily engaging in the discussion. “Oh, I almost forgot,” she said after a bit of talking, standing, then walking over to the box she’d left by the front door. 

Kohana hopped down and trailed over to her, warily looking at the box. “What’s that?” 

“This,” she said, putting the box down, “is basbousa. It’s a cake from the Southern Continent.” Kohana’s eyes widened and he carefully opened the lid, peering down at the syrup-soaked semolina cakes, cut into neat diamonds and topped with one almond each. “I think you’ll like it. It’s very sweet.” 

He smiled excitedly and on their conversation went until Lorcan announced dinner was ready and they sat at the table to eat. Kohana frowned at his bison, cut up into little bites, so Elide and Lorcan both conceded to cutting theirs into bite-sized pieces as well. 

During the meal, Kohana talked and talked about everything he could possibly talk about. Elide eagerly engaged on every topic, asking him questions and laughing at his knock-knock jokes. Lorcan joined in occasionally, honestly just happy to sit back and watch the two most important people in his life talk. 

The thought that Elide was one of the most important people to him took Lorcan by surprise and he felt winded just thinking about it. They’d only been dating for… two months now. They’d been exclusive for a month. Maybe this was too much. Maybe… it was too fast. 

Quickly, his heart began to slam against his ribcage and he found it hard to breathe. Shit, he had a kid. One who had already lost a parent. If he brought in Elide, if Elide became a fixture around their home, in their lives… Lorcan couldn’t guarantee that she’d never leave and Ko deserved better than that. 

After dinner, after dessert, they all sat in the living room to watch a movie. Kohana insisted on sitting with Elide and though Lorcan smiled, his heart melting a little inside, he stiffened imperceptibly. Was this going too far? Was this too early? Fuck, did he even want her here? If Kohana hadn’t caught them…

Fuck.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

an: well....i think lorcan said it all 

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#slipping through my fingers #stmf chapter twelve #elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #kohana #isa writes #nalgenewhore #hehe it is the beginning of the end! #srsly it's all downhill from here