#anyway. it is now three pee em and all i want to do.. is sleep !! the duality of manwomanthing. the duality of plurality

[mechawolfie]

I made two more dragons w the intent of coloring them however I realize that will be A Task and will take 1 bajillion years so. here are the initial sketches until then

#smudgy.png #etherlan #dragons #i made them more water-based than i intended i think its bc i was #watching videos about sea creatures previously #i love learning abt the evolution of whales do u love learning abt the evolution of whales? i do #after watching all the videos i was like Thats It. i am Going To College for Animal Knowledge #but you see it was 2 am and you know what they say about making plans at 2 am. dont #anyway. it is now three pee em and all i want to do.. is sleep !! the duality of manwomanthing. the duality of plurality #(yall i was cleaning the kitchen! & then i got my hiset book out and everything. i want to cry. curse u Midnight Motivation!!!!) #anyway i think these guys r from a different clan than the kloros. like from somewhere w more water #gives me an excuse to think abt biome placement ! #i didnt want to focus on the dragons so much initially but theyre like the driving force behind most my work tbh 😭

[holdmytesseract]

Narfi

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: You're going into labour - unexpectedly. The problem? It's way too early and Loki isn't home...

Warnings: pregnancy things, birth, pain, swear words? angst, panic attacks, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 5k (Whoopsies 👀)

a/n: Yaaaay! It's time for y'all to finally meet Narfi! 🥳 Ella is a big sister now! 🥰 I decided to wrote things slightly... 'different'. You'll see. I hope you like it! I tried my best! ☺️

Sidenote: I'm not a pregnancy/birthing expert, so... 😅🙈

Tagging: @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @mostclevermiss @aagn360 @acefeather2002 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

The day had started quite normal. Well... As normal as a day could start with being a little over six months pregnant. You had gotten up quite early to prepare breakfast and say goodbye to your husband, since he left for a mission quite early. Seven in the morning, to be precise, so you got up at six, in order to surprise him with your self-made pancakes. No, you didn't do that for Loki before every mission, but you did it today, since he had to go with Tony - about which he was everything but amused. He had been grumpy all day yesterday after getting to know that. But well... The mission had to be done and Tony was the only one available together with Loki. Though, it wasn't just that. Loki didn't like to leave you alone, now that you reached the seventh month. Sure, you weren't close to birth yet, but nevertheless... It didn't sit right with him. He didn't have a good feeling about it.

Just when you flipped the first pancake in the pan, the door to the kitchen got quietly opened and closed again. "Darling? What in all the nine realms are you doing here?" You knew that he would protest, seeing you up this early. You didn't care, though. You were pregnant not sick. "Preparing a delicious breakfast for my husband," you announced, turning around to face him with a smile. "Since he has to go on a mission with the mean and annoying man of steel." Loki sighed, shaking his head, "Don't even start..." and stepped closer to you. He was already dressed in his full Asgardian armour – except for his helmet, ready to go. "That's really sweet of you, my queen, but you didn't have to do that. I'd rather have you in bed, resting and growing our baby boy." Loki said, cupping your big bump and leaning down to bestow a loving, but sensual kiss upon your lips. You couldn't help but smile in the kiss, lifting both your hands to rest on his leather clad chest. "I know, baby, but I just wanted to do that for you. Wasn't able to sleep anyway for the last two or three ours." The God's expression changed; his face now reflected worry and concern. "Why couldn't you sleep? Is everything alright?" You nodding and rubbed you palms up and down his chest in order to calm him. "Yes, of course, Lokes. I just had a few Braxton Hicks contractions, got kicked by your son a few times and needed to get up to pee two times." Loki nodded, now slightly relieved by your answer, but not entirely. His big hands roamed over your protruding stomach, caressing it gently. "Are you sure, my love?" "Yes, I am." You said, capturing his lips for a quick kiss. "Now sit down and have some pancakes - unless you like 'em burned." Loki rolled his eyes but smiled, causing you to giggle. He gave in in the end, of course and sat down, eating your self-made pancakes. The God couldn't lie... He loved your pancakes and he loved that you surprised him with it. But no matter how much he would love to help you clean up now, wake Ella and bring her to the kindergarten, before spending a lazy morning in bed with you, he had to go... And he absolutely hated it.

"Be safe, okay?" You told him, standing in the door frame of the main door. "Of course, darling. Don't worry about me." Loki wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. "You two be safe, yes?" He said, nodding at your belly and you. "Yes." "Good. Take it easy and rest. I'll be back in two days." You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. "I'm going to miss you, Lokes..." "I'm going to miss you and my princess and prince as well." You smiled at him, squeezing his thick leather clad shoulders. "Don't annoy Tony so much, yeah?" You said, teasing him slightly and knowing exactly that this would never even happen in your wildest dream. They were going to annoy the hell out of each other... "I'm afraid I can't promise you that, my love." Loki chuckled, winking; before he turned to leave.

After saying thoroughly goodbye to Loki, you cleaned up the kitchen, woke up Ella and got her ready for kindergarten, before bringing her there, of course.

While your daughter was away, you cleaned up the house a bit and did some laundry. Much to your dismiss, you had to take a lot of breaks, due to quite a lot Braxton Hicks contractions. At some point, it even really started to annoy you. It hadn't been that bad with Ella...

Hours ticked by and the Braxton Hicks didn't get better. Rather worse. So, you tried to lay down and sleep, give your body some rest. At first, that was perfectly fine - until you woke up again, with a sticky feeling between your legs. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, your brain needed a moment to catch up. Frowning, you shifted, feeling like you've gotten your period - what was impossible. What in all the nine- Oh no... That was the moment in which your brain had finally caught up, sending a shockwave through your whole body. Within seconds, you sat up and threw the blanket aside. On your sleep shorts was a wet patch - and no, you didn't pee yourself. Your eyes widened at that sight, heart hammering against your chest. Your water broke. Your fucking water broke. That couldn't be. It was way too early. You were not even seven entire months pregnant. "Oh no, no, no..." Panic started to course through your system, as you got up and made your way as fast as possible into the bathroom. It was true. Your water broke. The Braxton Hicks contractions weren't Braxton Hicks... They were real contractions. Not knowing what to do or how to react, you did the only thing your panicking brain could think of... Calling your husband. Grabbing your phone, you quickly tapped on his contact in order to call him; praying to the Gods that he was able to accept your call while flying on the Quinjet. To your sheer relief, he could. "Darling? Everything al-" You didn't even let him finish his sentence. You couldn't. You were way too afraid and panicky. "M-My water broke, Loki." There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. "I beg you pardon, w-what?" "My water broke. I-I'm in labour." You said, swallowing hard as you felt the tears coming up in your eyes. "I-It's way too early, Loki! I-I shouldn't be in labour now! I'm not even halfway through the seventh month! I-I don't know what is going on! I-I'm afraid! Loki, what do I do now?!" You sobbed, rambling. "Okay, okay, darling. First, take a deep breath please, then tell me exactly what happened." "O-Okay." You did what your husband said, took a deep breath. "I-I had contractions all morning. I-I thought they were just Braxton Hicks, but they weren't. I decided t-to lay down, have some rest, a-and now I woke up and my... my water was broken. I-I'm in- Ughhh..." Another contraction caused you to cut off your own sentence. "L-Labour... I-I'm in labour."

On the Quinjet, Loki literally froze to the ground in pure shock. Your water broke?! You were in labour?! How could that be? It was way too early and- Oh no... His eyes widened at the realisation which dawned suddenly on him. It was too early - for a normal pregnancy, but... not for a Jotun pregnancy. His blood froze in his veins. Seemed like that baby inherited way more of his Jotun genes than he anticipated. Than everybody anticipated. Not even the healers on Asgard saw that coming...

"L-Loki?" Your weaky, shaky voice snapped him immediately back into reality. "I'm sorry, darling, I'm right here. Listen... Normal pregnancies last for about nine to ten months, but Jotun pregnancies last about seven, which means..." "Oh gods... O-Our baby is a Jotun?" Your voice was filled with so much fear. "Not entirely, I think. But my Jotun genes are strong, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry, my love. If I would've known, I-" "No..." You interrupted him on an instant. "Don't blame yourself, please. I-I think I'm ready to give birth, it's just... so sudden, I..." You took a deep breath, feeling the next contraction creep up on you. "I just want our baby to be okay. I-I couldn't stand if something would happen to him. Y-You said he's presumably not entirely Jotun, so what if it's still too early? What if he's not ready to survive outside my womb yet? O-Oh gods..." Another wave of panic rolled through you, causing you to stumble back slightly. "Y/N, love, hey... Listen to me. This won't happen, okay? Everything is going to be alright. You will be alright and our baby as well. Don't panic, please. This is not good for either of you." You nodded, more so to yourself to persuade yourself that he was right. "O-Okay.... Okay. I-I'm going to call Heimdall, so that he can open the Bifrost for m-" "No!" Your husband interjected immediately, voice filled with fear and worry. "W-What?" You were confused now. "You can't do that. I-It's not safe. Travelling with the Bifrost while being pregnant - no problem at all. Travelling with the Bifrost while being in labour - dangerous. It could harm the baby. You can't go to Asgard, my love. It's too late. You need to have our baby here, on Midgard."

That didn't help your anxiety either. Not at all. You were prepared to give birth on Asgard, just like you did with Ella. It was way safer, given the fact that the healers knew what they were dealing with. Your babies weren't just normal babies after all. Certainly not your son. He was a Frost Giant. How on earth would be human doctors able to deal with that? "Ohhh no, no, no, no... I can't do this, Loki. I can't do this here, without the healers!" You could swear, you never felt so much fear in your life than in that moment. "Love, please... I need you to stay calm. I know this isn't easy, but hyperventilation is going to make it worse. Please, my queen, please." "A-And what do I do now?" You cried, unable to hold back the tears anymore. Loki's heart ached, knowing that he should be with you right now and not on a damn Quinjet, heading for Sacramento. "You are going to call an ambulance and make sure you're under medical supervision, okay?" "O-Okay." "I'll look after the rest and try to come back home as fast as possible. Call me, if you need me, yes?" "Y-Yes." "Good. I love you. We're going to make this, I promise." Loki hated to hang up now, but he had to. The God needed to make sure that this Quinjet was no longer heading away from you, but back to you. So, he headed for the cockpit, where Tony was.

The billionaire said casually in his chair, working on new blueprints for an even better suit. The Quinjet was on autopilot. "Stark!" Loki bellowed. "We need to turn around and fly back!" An exaggerated sigh could be heard from Tony, before he swiftly turned around in the chair. "No, absolutely not, Reindeer Games." "It's urgent, Stark. An emergency!" Another annoyed sigh from Tony. "I know you don't like to be on this mission with me - what goes both ways. I don't like spending time with you either, but this mission is impor-" The man didn't get any further. Loki, which had clearly lost his patience with the billionaire already, grabbed him the lapels of his sweatshirt, pulled him roughly out of his chair and pinned him with a thud against the nearby metal wall. Tony was way too perplexed to fight back. Not that he would stand a chance against the God. Without his suit, he was nothing more than a normal man. That was what Loki thought at least. "This idiotic mission is not even in the slightest important to me. My family is important to me. I tell you there's an emergency and you just keep on mocking me?" Loki snarled; a dark chuckle leaving his lips. "Big mistake - and you should know that, Stark. I have to go back to my wife and unborn baby. Y/N went into labour way too early. I don't care about rescuing cats from trees. All I care about right now is the safety and health of my wife and child." He tightened his grip a bit, while Tony just stared at him like paralyzed. "Now turn this Quinjet around, Stark or you are going to wish you had taken my brother on this mission instead of me." Tony blinked; the words reaching his brilliant brain. Immediately, the usually so quick-witted man lifted his hands in awe. He didn't know. How could he know? "Okay, Reindeer Games, okay! I surrender! Just... Let me down." With another angry snarl, Loki let go of Tony - who went to the control board on an instant and changed the destination of the autopilot again. The God witnessed it, gave the man another intense look, before he turned to leave. "Idiot... He could've just said that this was about Y/N instead of threatening me..." Tony muttered under his breath, unable to hear for Loki, as he sat back down on the chair. "Don't fret, my love. I'm coming." Loki mumbled, staring out of the small window. His heart was aching for his wife. He should have never left. He just should've stayed.

You couldn't remember much. Calling an ambulance and riding with them towards the hospital was one of those things.

"Okay, ma'am can you walk?" One of the friendly paramedics asked. A man with ash blonde hair and a lip piercing. You nodded, steadying yourself at the hallway wand. "I-I think so, yes." "Alright. We will steady you." Together with the two paramedics, you made your way down the elevator and hallways of the Avengers compound. It was quiet. Nobody was home. Except you. It was a rare thing to happen, but it did happen. Unfortunately, right on that day. "How far apart are your contractions now? Can you tell that?" The woman with a ponytail asked. "I-I, um... Uh..." You were still shaken up. Loki's words managed to calm you, yes, but only to a certain extent. "I think about an hour apart now." "Okay, and your water broke?" "Y-Yes." You reached the ambulance after a fifteen-minute slow walk, the paramedics helping you inside. "And how far are you exactly?" Asked the man. You swallowed. "Twenty-five weeks." The man and woman's eyes widened, shock written all over their face, causing you to quickly add some more information. "B-But, uh this-" You started, but help your breath as another contraction rolled over you. The pain causing you to bend over, gritting your teeth. The grip of both the man and woman tightened, in order to keep you steady. After taking a few deep, deep breaths, you continued. "This isn't a n-normal pregnancy... M-My husband isn't from, u-um here. He's uh, halfway Asgardian and Jotun, a-and this baby has a lot o-of Jotun genes apparently. T-That's why our son's coming earlier." Your gaze met both their eyes, which reflected still shock, but also disbelief. They clearly needed a moment to get along. Blinking, the man nodded. "O-Okay, um. We just get you to the hospital first. Then we'll see." Said and done. About fifteen minutes later, you were in the hospital - and from that point on, everything went a bit blurry. Your heart was beating fast against your chest, as the car came to an halt. You weren't ready for this. You weren't. No matter if this baby was actually ready to be born, it was still too early. Even for the Jotun pregnancy - as you realized a few minutes ago. This caused a fresh wave of angst and panic course through your system, making your hands shake. So many thoughts were cursing through your mind. What if the baby wasn't going to survive this? Loki wasn't here. What if he couldn't make it back in time? You needed him. You couldn't bring this baby into this world without him, could you? And with that not enough... A contraction like you never had before rolled over your body, causing you almost to black out from the amount of pain. Panting hard, you suddenly felt something else within your body. "I-I-I need to push. I-I, oh gods. I need to p-push." You stammered out, shocking the paramedics again. "Ma'am, are you sure? You just told us your contractions were about an hour apart." "I-I know, but- ahhhh." You couldn't resist this urge any longer. You had to. "Okay, quick, get her inside. We need to check on her!" The woman said, quickly helping the man to get you inside the hospital.

This didn't help your anxiety as well. Quite the opposite. It became even worse. So bad, that you couldn't fight it anymore. It started to cloud your mind; invading your brain. You halfway passed out on the way, but everything was a blur; constantly switching between consciousness and unconsciousness. Bright light, some strange voices saying words you couldn't make out - and the faint cry of a baby was all you could remember.

The Quinjet had been going as fast as possible - and yet it took Tony and Loki almost three hours to get back to the Avengers compound. Without even saying a single word to Tony, Loki stormed out of the Quinjet the moment it touched the ground. You and his son were everything he could think about right now. There was nothing more important to the God in all the nine realms - except Ella and probably his oaf of a brother. So, he made his way straight to the hospital, stormed through the doors and headed immediately to the maternity ward. Good thing that he was here before, when little Morgan was born not so long ago. It helped him now to remember the way.

With quick steps approached Loki the first nurse he saw in that big, white hallway... A man with very short, pink hair.

"Excuse me, would you please lead me to my wife? Y/N Y/L/N. She must be here." The nurse stopped in his movements, turned to face Loki, eyes widening slightly. You could tell that the man was quite a bit shocked at what his eyes saw. And maybe he wasn't taking Loki seriously. "I, um... I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm afraid I can't." The God frowned. "What? Why not? I demand to see my wife!" The male nurse shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I can't allow a stranger to go-" "I'm not a stranger! I'm the husband and father of the child my wife is currently bringing into this world!" The God balled his hands to fists, clearly angered now. But the nurse didn't budge. "I understand your worry and concern, but I am not allowed to, Sir, until I have this checked." Loki sighed. Probably it wasn't a good idea to literally storm into this hospital, still dressed in full Asgardian armour and armed to the teeth... Loki was sure he was going to hear from Fury about this - and Steve. But what was he supposed to do? That was Y/N - and his unborn baby! A deep breath left Loki's lips as he turned around and took a few steps away from the nurse. With a snap of his fingers, a green shimmer enveloped his body, changing his armour into a hoodie, black jeans and a pair of sneakers. Then he turned to face the man again, who stood open-mouthed across from him, clearly shocked and surprised at what he just witnessed. "Please. I'm begging you. I just want to see my wife and child." If his son wasn't born already - what Loki didn't hope... He was never one to beg. Never. But this situation, with him not knowing how you and the baby were doing, had him on his knees. At Loki's pleading look, the nurse gave in. "Alright, Sir. I'll have a look. What's your wife's name again?" "Y/N Y/L/N." "And you are...?" "Loki Laufeyson." "Okay. I'll be right back." Loki nodded, being very relieved. "Thank you."

About five minutes later, the man came back - with a woman in tow, which definitely looked like a doctor. The God felt how his heart sped up. Was this a good sign or a bad sign? He didn't know. "Mr. Laufeyson?" The doctor approached him. "Yes. My wife is she...?" "She is alright." Relief washed over Loki. "Thank the norns... A-And the baby?" "Alright as well." Loki swallowed. "S-So he's already born?" The woman nodded, giving him an apologetic smile. "He is." His shoulders slumped, sadness overcoming him like a big shadow. "I missed the birth of my son..." He mumbled under his breath, nevertheless loud enough for the doctor to hear. "I'm sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, but the little man couldn't wait for his dad to arrive." Another nod from the God. "How did the birth go? Without complications, I hope?" "Yes. It was a natural birth, although your wife went through a lot of stress and panic attacks. During the birth she was constantly slipping in and out of consciousness." Loki's eyes widened at that. Oh norns... Apparently, you had been so afraid of the sudden situation you were thrown in. Fear of giving birth. Fear of giving birth too early. Fear of the baby's health. And he couldn't be there. No, he sat on a fucking Quinjet towards Sacramento with Tony Stark. Great. "Can I see them, please?" "Of course. Want to pick up your son first?" Loki's heart sped up at the thought of seeing and holding his son for the very first time. "Yes, please." "Follow me."

The doctor led Loki down the hall and around the corner into another hallway, until they came to an halt in front of a big door with two window panes in the middle. "This is our newborn nursery. Before you can enter this room, you have to change." She handed Loki a blue hygiene coat, who quickly put it on. "Ready to meet your son?" The God nodded, almost impatiently.

The woman then led him through the newborn nursery, in which countless cribs stood. Some empty, some with a baby inside. Loki was pretty sure that he had never seen so many babies in one room in his life before. His eyes travelled from one to the other, as the doctor was leading him through the big room.

"There we are." She announced then, stopping in front of one of the cribs. "Meet your son, Mr. Laufeyson." Loki wasn't able to see much yet, but what he saw, was a tiny, blue hand peeking out of the crib. Like Ella, was his son born in his Jotun form - as it seemed. The God's eyes widened slightly, before they searched for Dr. Martin's - as he could read on the little name plate; his brain already working fast to come up with an explanation. Sure, they didn't see a blue baby every day... Just as he wanted to open his mouth, Dr. Martin spoke up. "Your wife told us." She said, smiling softly. He blinked, was a bit taken aback. A blue baby... And nobody lost it? The doctor seemed to read the confusion on Loki's face. "Your baby boy isn't the first special baby we had here." She explained further, before she turned on her heels to leave. "I give you a few minutes of alone time with your son now. I think after that we can take him to his mama." Loki was still in some kind of shock, unable to say a word and just watched the friendly and understanding doctor leave - until a soft, but demanding whine ripped him out of his trance; causing his stomach to flip. The God's head snapped immediately direction crib. Cautiously, he approached the little bed, taking the first look on his newborn son. The little boy was wrapped up in a light blue teddy bear babygrow. Little legs pulled up against his belly; tiny hands balled into fists. His eyes were still closed, but his face was contorted, as another soft whine left his pouty lips. A tuft of black hair was on his head. Loki wasn't able to see a lot of his skin, but as he could tell from afar, it was blue. Familiar marks and ridges adorned his son's face and head. Loki's heart did another somersault, as it fell hopelessly in love with the baby boy. He was beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful - and he was his.

"Hello, little man." Loki spoke in a soft, hushed tone. As soon as his voice urged to the baby's ears, his tiny face seemed to relax; clearly feeling and hearing that his father was close. Without hesitation, Loki reached inside the crib and took the baby carefully up in his arms. "Welcome to this world, Narfi." He managed to choke out, before his emotions got stuck in his throat and a few tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He was blessed with becoming a father again... It was hard to grasp for Loki. He needed a few moments to realise it; feeling pure love and proudness course through his veins. It eased the pain and sadness of missing Narfi's birth a bit. He was here now - and he would not leave his or your side again. "I am so sorry I missed the moment you saw the light of the day, but I am here now, my little prince. Daddy's here now." Loki enjoyed the first precious moments he spent with Narfi, holding him close and letting him feel all his love. One thing was missing though... A thing he did with Ella as well. A thing he would make sure to catch up on later, as soon as he was alone with you and his son.

You blinked your eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight, which flooded the room. The first thing you noticed was the white ceiling above you. You tried to remember what had happened. Your memory was blurry. All you could think of was calling Loki in a panic, telling him you were in labour. You remembered his words and that you called an ambulance, just like he said. You remembered riding with them towards the hospital, but after that it became a haze. "Y/N?" A voice called suddenly out to you. "Love, are you awake?" A familiar voice. Loki. You turned your head in the direction where his voice came from; gaze landing on your husband, who sat beside your bed on a chair, shirtless, skin tinged in blue - and with a small bundle resting against his bare chest, causing your eyes to widen. Loki wore a smile, gentle ruby eyes looking at you. "Hey, my love." He whispered, reaching out his hand for you to take - which you did. "Would you like to meet our son? I think he's very eager to meet his mama." A wave of emotions and feelings over rolled you. You had given birth? How could it be that you couldn't remember? "I-I-I yes, oh gods, Loki... I-I-" "Shhhh, everything is alright." He hushed and reassured you immediately, giving your hand a squeeze, before handing Narfi over to you. You took your newborn son into your arms with shaky hands. This moment seemed so surreal, and yet it was happening right in front of your eyes. "H-Hi, my little prince." You whispered, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. At your voice Narfi opened his eyes, his father's beautiful matching ruby eyes looking up at you. "Hi... I'm your mama." The baby just stared at you with big eyes, cuddling closer to you. You couldn't help but smile, feeling the tears fall now. A thing you immediately notice was, that - unlike Ella, Narfi stayed in his Jotun form and didn't shapeshift. Perhaps he needed a bit longer for that - which wasn't a bad thing, of course. "What happened?" You asked then. Loki was more than willing to explain everything to you, from the very start.

"How are you feeling now, love?" Your husband asked in the end, after having a long conversation with you. "Tired and exhausted, but I-I- Norns, Lokes, I'm so sorry you missed the birth... I-I should've called you earlier o-or-" "Hey, it's okay, darling." He interrupted you, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Please don't blame yourself for this. If anything, I am the one to blame, because I wasn't here earlier. But I am here now - and that is what counts." You gave him a soft, but still slightly saddened smile. "Does Ella know?" Loki nodded. "I called Jane, explained everything to her. She agreed to pick Ella up from kindergarten and to tell her." You smiled, thinking of how excited your daughter must be. "I can't wait for her to meet her baby brother." Loki chuckled, placing a big hand on Narfi's back. "Me neither. But for now, you have to rest, my love. I'm right here." He said, learning down to kiss you leisurely, before he rested his forehead against yours. "I love you so much, my queen... And my little princess and littlest prince as well. Thank you for gifting me the wonderful life I never thought I deserved."

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Two

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and angst if you squint. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You and Eleanor sat out on the balcony for a bit while so Harry and Louis could go hang out up in the loft and talk pictures and cameras and stuff.

“You look great, El.”

“Thanks, just wish I felt great.” She laughs. “I was hopin’ I’d be one of those pregnant women that only gain weight in the belly. Feel like everythin’ else is growin’ with it.” She sighs. “Although, I’ll say I’m startin’ to feel less gross now. At least you can tell I’m pregnant and not just fat.” You both laugh.

“You know Harry talks about wanting a baby all the time. He’s cooled it a bit now that we have Buster. I feel like he thinks the whole process is going to be a breeze.”

“Well of course he does, he’s a man. His hormones don’t get thrown out of wack, his body gets to stay the way it is, oh and after the only thing he gets to have happen to him as that he’ll be tired. I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve read so many disgusting stories about after havin’ the baby. The things they don’t really tell you. Like rippin’ all the way open to your arse, and what’s it’s like to really go to the bathroom for the first time. Your body is tryin’ to recover, meanwhile you’re expected to take of this new thing that just came outta yeh. Fuck’n terrifyin’.”

“Can I ask…I mean, was this planned, did you two have a slip up?”

“A mix of both actually. I had gotten off the pill because I knew we’d be wantin’ t’try in the next year or so and I just wanted to give my body some time to adjust. So naturally we switched to condoms.” She takes a sip of her water. “Lou, god love ‘em, didn’t notice that one of ‘em broke while we were usin’ it, I didn’t either. Next thing we knew I was throwin’ up most mornings and when we took the test sure enough it said I was pregnant. Broke his heart to move the date back for the wedding, but I refuse to either still be pregnant or have this nasty baby weight on me.”

“I don’t blame you at all. Your wedding day is supposed to be one of the best days of your life, you don’t wanna look back on the photos and be unhappy.”

“Exactly! I know I’ve been snippy with him lately, and he’s been so patient and understanding. With his ex he was the same way, probably more so, so she wouldn’t snatch Freddie away. Not that she would, but it was always in the back of his head.”

“Harry told me he talks to the baby every night.”

“Oh, he does.” She chuckles. “It’s actually really cute. He’ll help me rub some cocoa butter on, it’s to help with the stretch marks, and then he’ll hum and chat with it.”

“Are you going to wait to see what you’re having?”

“Yeah, we really wanna be surprised. No one does that anymore. Everyone’s doin’ these gender reveal parties now, and I really don’t like ‘em. You’re already determining the kid’s life and personality before it gets here.”

“I agree, they’re way over done.”

“Love?” Louis steps outside with Harry. “We should probably get goin’, wanna beat the traffic and all that.”

“Alright.” He comes over to help her up, not that she needed it. “You boys have fun lookin’ at your cameras?”

“Yup.” He smiles at her. “Thanks again for havin’ us.”

“You’ll stay with us again for the studio opening?” Harry asks. Louis freezes and looks at you.

“Um, I think Niall called dibs on us for that. Gotta take turns y’know?” He laughs.

“Oh…alright then.”

The two leave. You and Harry flop on the sofa with Buster.

“Poor thing, she’s not having an easy time.”

“Yeah, Lou was tellin’ me a bit this morning…they haven’t had sex in nearly two months.”

“Can you blame her? She feels disgusting. God, I’d probably feel the same way. Having literally no control over the way your body changes every day. Not to mention the bump getting in the way all of a sudden. I’d feel like I was crushing you.” Harry swallows hard, his anxiety returning. “Not to mention the resentment.” You laugh.

“Resentment?”

“Yeah, you know the cliché, you did this to me?” You laugh again, but his face stays solid.

“Do you really think it’s that bad the entire time?”

“No…I mean, everyone’s different. I know people who have had really easy pregnancies, but it’s not perfect one-hundred percent of the time. I’m sure things will get better, she’s just starting her second trimester, I heard that’s when things sort of level out.”

“Right…” He looks at Buster and pets him. “Glad we have this little guys for now. He’s all we need for the time being.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more.”

“Can I ask an awkward question?”

“Sure.”

“Erica and Kyle…I mean…that was a weird thing to bring up yesterday.”

“Oh god, I know.”

“I mean, not that I expect you guys to talk about your sex lives, but they thought I was chokin’ yeh to hurt yeh…”

“Yeah, they’re idiots.” You sigh. “We also grew up in sort of a strict home…sort of conservative about certain things. We watched movies that had sex and stuff in it, but I never had like a talk with my parents about it. And anytime I wanted to talk with Erica I just felt awkward. And god know Bridget had no experience. I learned most of what I learned from reading shit on the internet. Plus, I was always nervous with boys in high school. That first kiss story? I was fourteen right? Didn’t kiss another boy until I was seventeen, about to graduate from high school. Then, the next person I kissed was the guy I first had sex with nearly two years later. Did everything for the first time all in one night.” Harry nods. “See, I feel like I was the only one that was able to really explore sex because I was the only one to go away to school. Bridget and Kyle commuted. He had a couple girlfriends, but my parents made him sleep on the couch if he wanted one of them to sleepover.”

“Ah, classic.”

“As if my brother would do anything, his room was right next to my parents’.” You laugh. “And Erica’s been with her boyfriend for nearly ten years. I mean she had a few different boyfriends in high school, but she was locked down when she went to college. And then there was me…”

“You know, you’ve never told me your number.”

“And you’ve never told me yours. It’s not something I think we need to share. The guy I first slept with was the only guys I slept with for about four months. It was just a sex thing. He, however, had a few girls on rotation.” You roll your eyes at the memory. “Things ended in a bad way, it was messy. After that I got a Tinder and I started hooking up all the time. Had a few little relationships here and there, but nothing serious. I think my siblings would be shocked if they knew about all the shit I did, who I did it with, and where it was done.” You say blushing. “I basically told Erica she just needs to mind her own business, and that was that.”

“Good, because I don’t need anyone shamin’ us. There’s worse things we could be doin’ anyways.”

“Yeah, cause you know, anal totally isn’t worse than lightly choking someone.” Harry bursts out laughing and pulls you on top of him snuggle.

“Nope, not worse at all.”

//

“Bug spray?”

“Check.”

“Sun screen?”

“Check.”

“Water bottle?”

“Check.”

“Inhaler?”

“Check.”

“Sleeping bag?”

“Check.”

“Deo-“

“Babe, I promise, I got all my toiletries.”

“You’re going to be up in New Hampshire for two nights with probably zero cell service, I need to make sure you’re alright and have everything you need.”

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you.

“You’re gonna miss me a little, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am.” You pout. “I’m just glad Buster’s staying here with me, I’ll have someone to cuddle.”

“What are you and the girls doin’?”

“Well, they’re setting up shop here, in the guest room. We’re gonna do some face masks, nails, watch a ton of movies. It’ll be fun.”

“Good.” Harry looks at his watch. “Nearly eight, I gotta get this shit in the car and head out with Niall.”

“I’ll walk down with you, Buster probably needs to pee again. C’mon baby, let’s go say bye to daddy.” You pus the leash on him and walk down. Sarah was with Niall at Harry’s car.

“You’re never on time for anythin’.” Niall laughs.

“Alright, have a safe trip and a good time. If you have service, let us know when you get there.” Sarah says to Niall. They kiss and he gets in the car.

Harry gives Buster a hug, then looks at you.

“I love you, be good.” He says. You fake gasp.

“I am always on my best behavior.”

“With those two, oh yeah, for sure.”

“Love you too.”

He wraps his arms around you and gives you a deep kiss. You bite his bottom lip before he lets you go.

“Right.” He coughs. “Uh, bye.”

He gets into the car and drives off.

“You two…are disgusting.” Sarah laughs.

“Stop, we are not.” You sigh.

“Did you tell him we’re going out tonight?”

“You know, it slipped my mind.”

“I didn’t tell Niall either.”

“Come on, I’ll make us some breakfast, Rachel will be over later this afternoon.”

//

Harry and Niall mostly listen to music on the drive up. They pick Louis up on the way.

“What’s El up to this weekend?” Niall asks.

“Her mum’s actually visiting this weekend, so this couldn’t have come at a better time.” He laughs. “They’re talkin’ about havin’ her stay with us for a bit once the baby’s born.” He sighs. “Wouldn’t be the end of the world, but still.”

The three have a nice ride up to the campground. All the talk is pretty lighthearted. Harry pays to park, and one of the rangers tells them where they can set up. They find a nice spot that had a fire pit and they set up their tents.

“Harry, m’bunkin’ with yeh, I didn’t have a tent.” Louis says.

“Yeah, mate, no problem.”

The boys have lunch and decide to go for a walk. They knew they’d be sitting around doing a lot of drinking later, so the least they could do was walk around and enjoy the beautiful area there were in.

//

Rachel came over around three in the afternoon. You all decided to make frozen margaritas and sit out on the balcony listening to music.

“So, what’s Mariah up to this weekend?” You ask.

“She’s catching up with some of her own friends.” She says taking a sip of her cool drink. “God, I can’t wait to go to Seth’s tomorrow. Nothing like day drinking on a Sunday.”

“I know! And his apartment is so cool, heated pool and everything. It’s gonna be really hot out tomorrow, I’m definitely bringing my swim suit.”

“Plus, we’re going to that indoor/outdoor place tonight. I’m super excited.” You say.

“Did either of tell Harry and Niall about Seth?”

“You know…” Sarah says sipping her drink. “It didn’t come up.”

“Harry just let go of thinking something was happening between Niall and I, no way was I going to bring up going to a guy friend’s house party. Can we please just be careful with posting pictures?”

“I thought they weren’t going to have service.”

“Well, they could, and they could always see stuff later.” Sarah says.

“How sad that the two of you are afraid of your boyfriends…”

“We’re not afraid of them.” You say.

“Sometimes it’s just easier to leave certain things out.”

//

A little before dusk, Harry and the boys got a fire started. The cracked open their beers and snacked on chips. Louis took a joint out of his bag.

“Lads?”

“Pass it over.” Niall says and takes a hit. “Harry?”

“Sure.” He takes it. “Can’t remember the last time I smoked.” He smirks and takes a hit, then passes it back to Louis.

“Got plenty for the weekend. Haven’t been able to smoke since El got pregnant.”

“Can’t mention this to the girls at all.” Niall says. “I know it’s just weed, but I think Sarah would kill me.”

“Same with Y/N, I don’t think she’s kill me, but it’s just better if it stays between us.”

“What happens in New Hampshire, stays in New Hampshire.” Louis says.

Eventually all the boys themselves laying on the ground, looking up the stars, staying cozy by the fire.

“We hikin’ tomorrow?” Louis asks.

“Definitely, lotta great trails around here.” Niall says.

“Lou, are you scared to be a dad again?” Harry asks out of nowhere. Louis props himself up on his elbows so he can better look at his friend.

“What? Not really, no. It’s a little scary I suppose that I’ll be doin’ it full time. And I’m a little scared that Freddie’s gonna think I’m replacin’ him…but not scared to be a dad again.”

“Does Freddie know he’s gonna be a big brother?” Niall asks.

“Yeah, we told him a few weeks ago. He said he’s excited to have someone to play with.” He smiles. “Bri took it really well too. I think she’s happy he’ll be a big brother too.”

“It’s nice you all have gotten to a point where you all can get along.” Harry says.

“I mean, I walk on eggshells with Bri, but I’d rather do that than fight with her.” He takes a sip of his drink. “How’s havin’ a dog goin’?”

“Oh, it’s great. Think it’s just what we needed. I think it’s added a little more structure to our daily routines. Like we have to get up and take him out, stuff like that.”

“They call each other mummy and daddy.” Niall says laughing.

“A lot of people do that with their pets, don’t make fun of him. So, uh, when else does she call you daddy?” He smirks and Harry nudges him.

“She doesn’t.” He laughs.

“I still can’t believe you’ve made a life with someone. When yeh told me you were seein’ someone and already asked her to be your girlfriend, I was shocked, but really happy for you.”

“I don’t know what it was, I feel like I found my soulmate or some shit.” Harry sits up and starts sniffling. The other two sit up as well.

“Now I remember why you stopped smokin’, yeh always cry when yeh have too much.” Niall says, giving him a pat on the back.

“Shut up.” He sniffles.

“Why are you cryin’?” Louis asks, putting his hand on his knee.

“I’ve just never said that out loud to anyone before.” He wipes his eyes. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, it’s fuckin’ terrifying.”

“Do you think she feels the same way, that you’re her soulmate?” Louis asks.

“She must, right? I know she sees a life with me or she wouldn’t have agreed to gettin’ a dog. I…you know she had a pregnancy scare a couple months ago, well sort of, she just missed one of her pills. And I really didn’t think it was a big deal, like if she got pregnant we would’ve just dealt with it, but now I’m sorta glad she didn’t. The whole thing seems really stressful.”

“It’s very stressful, mate. Worth it, but it’s not a movie. She’s got a nephew right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, enjoy just bein’ an uncle for a bit. Hell, enjoy bein’ an uncle to my kids. I know you’ve always wanted to be a dad, and you’ll be a great one when the time comes, but there’s really no rush.”

“I’m startin’ to see that…” Harry looks at Niall. “What about you, is Sarah your soulmate?”

“I don’t really believe in the soulmate thing.” He shrugs. “Do I think she’d make a great partner in life? Sure. I mean, I’m grateful every day we went out with the girls that night and we met. I enjoy spendin’ my free time with her, and we’re in love there’s no doubt about that.”

“Do you think you’ll marry her some day?”

“Too soon to tell, to be honest with yeh. You know me, I live in the present. I think once we’ve been together a year I’ll ask her to move in with me.”

“You two really are on opposite ends of the spectrum.”

“Yeah, and you’re right in the middle.” Harry jokes.

“Well, when are you poppin’ the question to Y/N, know you’ve thought about it. Surprised you don’t have the ring with yeh now.”

“It’s been purchased, and it’s in London. I plan to pick it up when I go home later in the summer. I’m waitin’ for us to be together a year before I ask. Her family’s a little conservative, so I figure if we’ve been together a year, then no one can really tell us we’re movin’ too fast. Plus it takes like another year to actually get married with all the planning.”

“God, look at us. We’re so grown up.” Louis says. “It’s fuckin’ disgustin’.” They all laugh. “I mean really, if someone told me six years ago I’d be gettin’ ready to be a father of two, you’d be gettin’ ready to move in with a serious girlfriend, and you’d be just about on your knee ready to propose, I’d of laughed in their face.” They all laugh, but Harry feels tears prick at his eyes again.

“I just don’t want this to change. No matter how much we keep growin’ up, or no matter how busy we get with our own lives, we have to make time for this.” He says through sniffles. “She may be my soulmate, but you two are like…”

The both hug Harry. Nothing else needed to be said on that. The three of them loved each other, and they knew it.

//

The three of you had a great time at the bar. You didn’t stay out too late because you knew you’d be out all day tomorrow. The three of you camp out in the living room, which makes Buster very happy. You all decide to watch a movie and just snuggle up with each other like old times.

“Okay, now that we’re drunk, there’s been something I’ve been dying to ask.” Rachel says just as the movie starts.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Well, Sarah’s told me all about her butt adventures with Niall…she let him get in there you know?”

“I do know, I also know she didn’t like it very much.”

“It was just incredibly awkward and embarrassing, but it’s shut him about it so we’re good.”

“The last time we talked about it you asked me how a strap worked…” She starts giggling.

“I think…I think that’s something that should remain private.” Rachel and Sarah squeal and giggle.

“That just means you used one!” Rachel says. “How often? Did he like it?”

“Guys…I really don’t think he’d appreciate me talking about it.”

“As if they’re not talking about. That’s what guys do when they’re alone, they share sex notes.” Sarah says. “You can’t possibly think they’re out there, laying under the stars having a deep conversation.”

“No…I suppose you’re right…okay, I’ll tell you a little bit, but please, it’s so personal…”

“We won’t say anything. Everything this weekend stays between us.” Rachel says.

“We’ve…done it a few times…it’s incredible. And he actually likes it, it feels good for him.”

“Obviously, once you get a man’s prostate in the mix, there’s no going back.” Rachel says.

“I was surprised, honestly. He took it so well. I told him he could be the one to ask for it after we first did it because I didn’t want him to feel pressured. He’s so cute, one time was like,” You look down and put your two index finger tips together, “got some more lube today, love.”  They both squeal.

“God, Harry is the shyest, cutest thing sometimes.” Sarah says.

“I wish Mariah was here, she tells the best stories about Harry. He has this really tough exterior, but he’s such a good person.”

“Yeah, he’d take the shirt off his back if someone needed it.” You smile.

“Now that he’s not sitting right here will you please tell us what the fuck was up with your neck last weekend?”

“Oh for the love of god, sometimes we choke each other, lightly, when we’re doing it. He happened to do it to me the night before the party and he didn’t take his rings off so they left bruises. Clearly I didn’t cover them up correctly.”

“Hot damn.” Sarah says. “You know I let Niall choke me sometimes, it’s pretty hot. It’s like just a little bit of pressure.”

“Exactly! And I do it to Harry too sometimes.”

“You choke him, you peg him, damn, he’s a trooper.” Rachel laughs.

“He does things to me too, it’s not all me. We’re just very comfortable with each other. I wouldn’t take Niall as the choking type.”

“The same could be said for you my friend.” Sarah says and you all giggle. “So…you have this apartment, you have a dog, when do you think he’s going to pop the question?”

“I have no idea, not anytime soon. I mean, I know it’ll happen eventually, but there’s no rush. I think we’re both happy with how things are right now.”

“How often do you talk about it?” Rachel asks.

“A little here and there. Like if I say if, he’ll always correct me and say when.” You start to tear up a bit. “I never thought…I never thought I’d ever be someone that someone else would want to marry and have a life with.” You full on start sobbing and the girls hold you. “Like…he’s my everything, you know? He’s truly my person. I never thought I’d get this lucky.”

“You deserve the whole world, Y/N.” Rachel says. “And Harry wants to give it to you, I know he does.” You look at her and smile.

“Yeah! And Niall says all the time that he’s never seen Harry like this with anyone. I think you two really sparked something within each other.”

Buster starts yipping and comes over to you. He licks on of your cheeks.

“Aw, mumma’s okay Buster.” You pull him into your lap.

The three of you talk a bit more, and then settle to watch the rest of the movie.

//

The next morning the boys get up early to go for a hike. Harry and Louis had shared a tent, and Louis’ laughter wakes Harry up.

“What?” He grumbles.

“Let me see, your head’s in my neck, and you’ve got an arm and a leg thrown over me. Someone miss their lady last night?”

“You know I’m a cuddly sleeper, this isn’t news.” He looks up at him. “What are yeh, suddenly not manly enough to have a cuddle with me?”

Louis wraps an arm around Harry and pulls him in closer. Niall unzips their tent and crawls in with them, going to Louis’ other side.

“Really glad this is a secluded area. Someone walkin’ by would think this is an orgy.” Niall jokes.

“Someone would just be jealous they couldn’t snuggle with three fine men such as ourselves. Now, I’ll give it five more minutes and then we need to get up.”

Harry took some pictures along the trail. He wondered if you’d ever go hiking with him. It took them about two hours to get the summit. They sit there for a while just taking in the view.

“Harry?” Louis asks.

“Yeah, mate?” Harry says, just biting into a banana.

“How do you think you’ll propose to Y/N when you do it? I feel like I had the campus thing with El planned for months.”

“I don’t know yet. I want her to feel really special, but I also want it to be a complete surprise, you know? I have a song in mind I’d like to have playin’ in the background, and I’ve thought a bit about what I might say, but I haven’t really thought of where yet.”

“You should recreate your first date.” Niall suggests.

“Can’t, she did that for my birthday. Besides, she’d suspect somethin’ was up.”

“True…you could tell her there’s some fancy party you have to go to so there’s your excuse to dress up. Oh! And you could just have her meet you wherever it is, so she could walk into the scene.”

“Wait, I’ve got it. Tell her you need her help for one of your freelance gigs. Then she won’t suspect a thing.” Louis says.

“That could actually work. I’d want it to be at night, outside I think. Lights strung up in some trees.” The three of them look off into the distance imagining it. “It’d be beautiful.”

//

The three of you head to Seth’s around noon. Your mom came over to watch Buster for the day. He’d be fine on his own, but you felt bad leaving him either way. The three of you looked cute, as always. You were wearing a pair of high waisted jean shorts, tennis shoes and a green crop top. Sarah had a casual sundress on, and Rachel had a pair of black shorts and blue crop top on. You all packed your bathing suits and towels, and headed out.

“Hey!” He says to you as you make your way to the backyard of his apartment. “It’s been forever!” He hugs all of you. “Help yourselves to whatever you want. You should know a few people here. Pool’s open and heated.”

“Seth, I brought some veggie burgers for myself for whenever you start grilling, where should I put them?”

“Toss them in that cooler near the grill.”

“Thanks.”

The truth was, both you and Sarah had slept with Seth in college, multiple times. It wasn’t weird for the three of you. A lot of time had passed, but the little memories still lingered.

The three of you start drinking and mingling with others at the party. Seth gets the grill going and he calls you over.

“Alright, how the fuck do I make these things?” He slings an arm over your shoulders.

“Well, and here’s the amazing part, there’s directions right on the package. Did you forget how to read, Sethy?” He rolls his eyes at you playfully.

“Okay smarty pants, can you read them to me while I get the other shit on here?”

“Sure.”

“Hey, smile you two!” You both turn around and smile at Sarah as she snaps a picture.

“Get in here too, selfie.” He says. Sarah holds up the phone and takes a selfie of the three of you.

“How are things with the two of you anyways?” He asks, throwing a veggie burger on the grill. “You both have jobs and boyfriends?”

“Yup! I’m a third grade teacher, and I’m dating one of Y/N’s best guy friends.”

“Yeah, and I work in marketing and I date my best guy friend’s guy friend.” You laugh. “What about you?”

“In between ladies at the moment, but I’ve got a good job so no complaints.” Rachel calls Sarah over for something, but you stay with Seth. “He treating you alright?”

“Yeah, his name is Harry by the way. Wanna see a picture?”

“Please, show me.” You smile and take out your phone. You show Seth some pictures of Harry and tell him all about him. “Seems like a great guy, Y/N.”

“He’s the best. I couldn’t be happier.”

“Well, I’m happy for you then. And for Sarah.” He smiles. “How about Rachel, how’s she?”

“She’s great. She’s dating Harry’s friend Mariah.”

“Wow, nice that all worked out.”

“Yeah!”

Later on, a ton of you get into the pool. Somehow you end up on Seth’s shoulders and you start playing chicken with some other friends. You were happy you wore your hair up in a bun. Sarah also took a turn on Seth’s shoulders while playing chicken. All in all it was a really great day.

You all dry off and change and hang out around the fire Seth started. One of his friends brought stuff to make s’mores. You couldn’t remember the last time you just shot the shit with your friends from college. It was nice.

//

Harry, Niall, and Louis found a bar to go have drinks at not too far from the campground. They were all looking to eat something a little more filling. Because they were at a restaurant, they all had wifi, so naturally they all started checking their phones.

“Who the fuck is Seth Rowan?” Harry asks.

“Who?”

“This guy, with his arms around Y/N and Sarah.” Harry shows Niall his phone. Another person had taken a picture of the three of you and tagged you in it.

“No idea, where’d you find that?”

“Facebook…I feel like I’ve seen his face before…” Harry goes onto your Instagram, and scrolls back deep. “Christ.” He runs his hand over his face and shows them. There was an old picture of you two kissing, on the mouth and the caption said, spin the bottle.

“Yikes…an ex-boyfriend?” Louis asks.

“No.” Niall says. “That’s an old friend from college. I actually think Sarah might’ve dated him.”

“Well, it fuckin’ looks like something happened. And they were all hanging out with him today. Did you know they were going to a party?”

“No, and clearly you didn’t either.”

“Maybe it was a last minute invite.”

“Or maybe they didn’t want us knowing they were…wait Rachel just posted on her story.”

Harry taps the video.

“You have to do it Y/N! You accepted the dare!”

“You all suck, fine!”

You get up and someone turns the music up louder. You turn around and bend over, shaking your ass. Then you pop your ass, twerking. You stand back up and take a bow as everyone cheers. You sit back down, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

“Hope you all enjoyed that. You’re next Rachel, truth or dare?”

The video ends and Harry’s left there, mouth hanging open.

“Oh…my…god.” Is all he can say.

“Oh my god!” Niall shouts. “Look! Look!” He says showing them Sarah’s story that she made so only close friends could see.

“Sarah, I dare you to kiss Rachel.” Someone says.

“Jesus, as if anyone hasn’t see that before.” She shakes her head and looks at Rachel. “It’s up to you.”

“What the hell, why not?”

The two kiss, only for a few seconds, but the crowd cheers and Rachel curtsies as she sits back down.

“I…I…who are these people?! Certainly not our girlfriends.” Niall says.

“Are you seriously complaining that you just got to watch your girlfriend kiss another girl?” Louis asks. “You both need to chill out. They’re all just havin’ fun.”

“They didn’t tell us they were-“

“Do they need your permission to go out while you’re away?”

“No, but-“

“But nothin’. You two are idiots to get mad over this.”

“I don’t appreciate seein’ my girlfriend kiss someone else, another girl that happens to be her best friend doesn’t make it okay.” Niall huffs.

“I agree.”

Louis shakes his head at the two of them.

“Stupid thing to get mad about.”

The three finish up their drinks and dinner, and head back to the campground. They start up the fire and start drinking more.

“Wish we never looked at our phones. Who knows what else they’re doin’.” Niall says.

“Don’t worry about it, mate.” Louis whines. “It’s literally not a big deal.”

//

“Um…guys?” Rachel says in the uber on the way to your apartment. “Harry looked at my story of Y/N earlier…”

“And Niall saw mine…” Sarah says. “What the fuck, I thought they didn’t have service.”

“Maybe they went somewhere that did. Fuck, you know, I told you guys to be careful with what you posted. Now he’s seen me popping my ass for a group of people he doesn’t even know. Bad enough someone tagged us in a picture with Seth on Facebook. He probably saw that too.” You groan. “Great, I’m sure I’ll be in for it tomorrow.”

“Me too…”

The three of you get back to your apartment. Your mom had left Buster good to go and he was very happy to see the three of you. You all decide you’re done with drinking and just curl up to watch a movie.

//

Once again Harry and Louis wake up cuddling. The two laugh as they get up. They clean everything up and load up the car.

“Please don’t let what they did ruin such a great weekend, lads.”

“We’re not.” Niall says. “But they’re gettin’ a stern talkin’ to.”

“Yeah, very stern.”

Harry drops Louis off, hugging goodbye of course. Rachel had left your place, but Sarah stayed behind. You both figured if you were in trouble, then maybe you could be in trouble together. Harry tells Niall to come up with him, figuring that Sarah would still be over.

“So what’s our game plan?” Sarah asks you.

“I’m…going to jump on him and hug him and kiss him.”

“Okay, okay, that’s good. Soften him up a bit.”

“Maybe he’ll just take me right to the bedroom and we’ll fuck, then talk.”

“And what does that mean for me?”

“Take Niall home and fuck him there.”

You both hear the jingle of keys and you stand up. You hear the boys talking and then stop when they see the two of you standing there.

“You’re home! How was the-“ You start waling towards him, but they both cross their arms.

“Who’s Seth Rowan?”

“Why did you think it was a good idea to post a video of you and Rachel kissing?”

You and Sarah look at each other, then back to them. You both move a little closer to them. A scent hits your nose and your face scrunches.

“Why do you both smell like weed?” You ask crossing your arms.

“Answer our questions first.” Harry says. “When I asked you what your plans for this weekend, it didn’t seem like a party was in the mix.”

“Seth is an old friend from college.” Sarah starts.

“Just a friend? Because I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than that.” You gasp.

“What did you do, creep on my Instagram?”

“Maybe.”

You and Sarah both roll your eyes.

“Friend...with benefits.” Sarah says. “To both of us at one point.”

“You both were hookin’ up with the same guy?” Niall asks and you both nod. “Why?”

“I feel like the answer to that wouldn’t really help our case.” You say. “Look, Seth usually has a Memorial Day party, he invited us and we went. Everything that happened was a long time ago, no harm done.”

“So you shakin’ your ass for a group of people is no harm done?”

“I’m going to fucking kill, Rachel.” You groan. “We were playing truth or dare, what was I supposed to do?”

“Tell the truth about sometin’.”

“I couldn’t.”

“What did they ask you?” You look at Sarah. “Don’t look at her, look at me, what did they ask you that was so bad that you decided to do a dare instead?”

“They asked me…god…they asked me if…if I ever…please Harry, don’t make me say it, just know it was really bad.” He sighs.

“Fine…you know you could have told me you were goin’ to a party.”

“No because you would’ve questioned who Seth was and-“

“Of course I would have, and you could’ve just told me he was a friend from school, come on.”

“Sorry.”

“Niall…”

“I’m assuming they asked you a stupid question too?”

“Yes.”

“Can yeh please just not do that again? Friend or not, I really don’t want yeh kissin’ someone else.”

“Of course! I’m so sorry!” She lunges onto him and kisses all over his face.

You look up at Harry and give him your biggest eyes and pout. He sighs and opens his arms and you jump into them. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him.

“Love you both, but I’d like to give my man a proper hello now, so please leave.” They both giggle and head out.

“Where’s Buster?”

“Taking a little nappy.”

“Ah.”

Harry walks you down to the bedroom.

“We’re taking a shower, you wreak. Did you smoke?” He sets you down.

“Yes.”

“Harry…”

“Lou brought a joint with him, it’s no bid deal.”

“Alright.” You start taking your clothes off.

“Alright?”

“You’re letting my weekend slide, so I’m doing the same.”

“Okay.”

“So was it fun?”

“It was great, actually. We went for a hike, got to really see the stars at night. It was nice to just catch up and talk.”

“Yeah, same for us.”

Harry strips and turns the water on in the shower. He looks at you and squints.

“Why don’t you ever dance like that for me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d love for you to put on a little show for me like that. Maybe a little lap dance sometime.” He grins.

“In your dreams.”

“Come on, it’ll be a new character for role play.”

“Maybe something CEO does for her assistant?”

“Exactly.”

“We’ll see.”

“Fine, then in the meantime, I’m going to fuck you into the tile.”

“Harry!” You squeal as he yanks you into the shower.

His hands are all over you and his fingers are up inside you before you know it. He nips at your neck as he pumps in and out of you.

“Fuck.” You breathe as his thumb works your clit. You reach to grab his cock and you start pumping it. “You know, this is the only cock I want.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, makes me feel so good. Want it all the time.”

He takes his fingers out of you and sucks on them. He grips one of your thighs and raises it over one of his hips. He thrusts into you. Your back arches against the cold tile. You hands sink into his shoulders as he rocks up into you.

“This is the only cunt I want.” Before you can’t bite your bottom lip, he’s already doing it for you, sucking it into his mouth. “This entire body, actually. It’s all mine, isn’t it?”

“All yours.” You smile at him and he smiles back. He pulls out and turns you around, entering from behind. Your entire front was pressed to the tile. Your head rolls back to his shoulder. “I love you, Harry, fuck!”

“I love, ngh, love you too.”

It doesn’t take either of you long to come. Harry throws his laundry right into the washer, and you both get cozy with Buster on the sofa.

“I really hope you know I didn’t intentionally try to make you upset or anything,”

“I know.” He strokes your back as you lay on him. “I don’t want you thinkin’ that I’m gonna blow up at you though.”

“I guess…because of how things were with my dad growing up, I feel like it’s easier or safer to leave pieced of information out. I know you’re not him, I wouldn’t be with you if you were anything like him, but sometimes those little things are there in the back of my head. I’d do anything to avoid a fight with him, so-“

“Babe.” You look up at him. “I know I get jealous sometimes, and that’s not always fair. But please don’t be afraid to tell me what you’re doin’. The most important thing to me is that you feel safe with me, always.” You nuzzle into his chest.

“I do feel safe with you, I promise. Some things are just hard to shake, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry your dad fucked you up so much.” He sighs and kisses the top of your head.

“Me too…but I can’t blame everything on him. If I did I’d be just like Bridget. I just know I have certain habits. Like, you know how I always line our shoes up so we don’t trip over them when we walk in?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I do that because of my dad. If there was a hair out place when he got home from work it was like World War three would erupt. I do certain things because I feel like he could just come in at any moment, which is stupid, I mean this is our home, not his.”

“S’not stupid…” You look up at him and kiss him.

“I am sorry though, I was wrong.”

“Yeah, you were.” He smirks. “But it’s okay. I had a really nice time with my friends this weekend, and I suppose I’m glad you did too.” You kiss again.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Oh, you know, just guy stuff.”

#harry styles #take it slow #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic #harry styles fic #it's a long one kiddos #hope you like

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 73 Rundown

Code Geass: Lelouch and co. are still stuck in China and Xingke’s flipping out because the Chinese assholes are gonna kill the Empress and go with someone less problematic for their political marriage to Britannia’s creepily overaged prince. However Lelouch pulls out a Knightmare that’s basically the Twink version of the Gawain and busts everyone up as well as pulling a Father Cornello on them and letting the people know they’re all elitst 1% assholes that don’t care about them, which I suspect all countries probably know about their leaders but it sucks to hear it in a recording so riots show up all over China and CC Geass Flashes Anya to take her out so Britannia has to back out because the Chinese Hierarchy are now the least popular people in the world. So Xingke gets to be with his Empress and joins the Black Knights but Dietard wants the Empress to marry someone on their side so they can basically do the asshole move Britannia just tried to do but for them. All the girls are like ‘hey no’ and Lelouch is like “Oh hey Tamaki buddy, let’s go talk and get me the fuck out of here” so before Lelouch actually has to give Tamaki more lines and elevate him beyond the Black Knight’s Yamacha Shirley calls and Lelouch just straight up asks Shirley about love in a weirdly forced series of circumstance. But Shirley’s like “Yeah don’t fuck with love, don’t you love anyone?” and Lelouch is like “Yeah I do, Nunally!” and I don’t think that’s at all what Shirley meant but it does mean Lelouch sees that fighting for something beyond politics is powerful and agrees to not marry off the twelve year old girl, so that’s good. Lelouch decides to return home while they hunt down the Geass cult which is in China for some reason despite that being one of the like two places on earth Britannia doesn’t control and the Geass Cult largely being a Britannian affair. Meanwhile Sayoko is basically a Lelouch Vtuber at this point with her insanely accurate Lupin III mask of Lelouch and kisses Shirley so Shirley’s a little bit more gay than she was before and is not sure how to feel about that. When she’s about to tell the real Lelouch he kisses like a girl, Anya and Gino show up because we’re retreading the whole ‘sleeping with the enemy at school’ thing from the first season except with way less interesting enemies. Also the preview for the next episode is Lelouch dramatically talking about enemies finding out he’s Zero overtop footage of Shirley and Milly absolutely naked in a batthouse scene so I think we know what kind of episode that’ll be.

Inuyasha: The Panther Demon filler concludes with everyone meeting at the site where the Panther Master is being revived behind a strong barrier, if only someone just got a barrier upgrade to their sword, oh wait. But yeah everyone manages to free the hostages so even though Kagome’s jewel shards revives the Panther Master he’s still a zombie without a sacrifice which is weird since Naraku managed to completely revive the Band of Seven with one jewel shard each from skeletons and the Panther Lord has three shards so idk the rules here but yeah he steals the souls of his own men to revive and is Wind Scar Proof because he just is. It’s pretty cool to see him shooting his claws and lightning and shit but he’s too big and slow for it to be much of an interesting fight. Sesshomaru’s about to go full demon which would be interesting since we haven’t seen his full demon form since he lost his arm but in a neat bit of character development, Tenseiga calms his rage and tells him to use it instead. You get the feeling Sesshomaru only goes full demon when he flies off the handle and forgets about speed and strategy so him opting to not repeat the mistake he made against Inuyasha is pretty cool. Anyway Tenseiga heals the souls of the Panther Demons and drains their energy from the lord so he’s back to Zombie Cat Man which Inuyasha can Wind Scar because that’s what happens to villains on this show, all Wind Scars all the time. The Panthers don’t wanna fight anymore since their boss just killed them and tell Inuyasha to tell Sesshomaru the feud is over and they’re going back to the West. Honestly this is basically the same backstory they gave Kirinmaru in Yashahime so it’s funny for them to say they’re going back to the same place Kirinmaru is from, wonder if it’ll ever come up in Yashahime since most filler seems canon there.

Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke and Kuwabara continue the assault on Tarukane’s compound and basically plow through the lower demons easy since they’ve been fighting minor deities up to this point. It’s always pretty cool in Shonen to just have a few rounds to show how much power creep the heroes have had where certain things just don’t bother them anymore. Toguro murders a Chimera which has an oddly similar backstory to Nina from FMA and he seems really bummed about it but he’s like “Hey we’re both monsters made by humans telling us to do shit, so sorry for killing you bro”. And Tarukane basically sees Toguro is the next boss and is like “Yup time to scam some people off of this” and he sets up a betting ring for how far Yusuke and Co will get into his compound. This is kinda neat because it puts Tarukane in the weird position of betting against his own guards and hoping Yusuke will make it all the way to Toguro and then lose after everyone else has seen how awesome Yusuke is and bets on him. And funnily enough Sakyo’s in on the betting and he’s watched anime before so he knows to bet on the plucky teenagers with weird powers. So yeah Yusuke and Kuwabara finish plowing through the demons while Hiei kinda stalks them and remembers getting his eye surgery and wanting to help his sister but it’s kind of against spirit world rules for demons to just go plow through humans even if they’re scumbag humans so now Yusuke and Kuwabara have to go fight the Triad of boss demons Toguro has under him before Hiei busts in and just murders everyone for kidnapping his bird-loving jewel-crying little flower of a sister.

Fate Zero: So Kiritsugu can break Kayneth’s Terminator 2 Gaara defenses with rib bullets that just say ‘no’ to using magic and fucks his arrogant ass up. Saber and Lancer do some combo shenanigans to stab Caster right in the book and disrupt all his hentai tentacle demons but the book heals so idk why he can’t just make more. Kirei fucks up Maiya and Iris but didn’t double tap Maiya and DID double tap iris but she’s got Saber’s bullshit healing scabbard on her which no one knows about so Saber’s like “uhhh why are you healing” and Iris can’t tell her so she’s basically “Uhh internet?” Lancer comes in to save Kayneth’s worthless ass and tells Kiritsugu to stop being a dick to Saber because she’s pretty dope. But as usual for an early Fate encounter, no one dies and nothing of terrible consequence happens despite it being teased a couple times. I’ve noticed a trend with Fate that it really doesn’t like killing characters early so you’re basically guaranteed to have the first 2-3 major battles have a zero net gain/loss. Rider in UBW was probably the subversion to that since it happened crazy fast and anticlimactic but even that wasn’t till like ten episodes in.

Konosuba: So we finally meet Wiz the big booby Lich and Kazuma learns a new skill, both fun things. Also the gang gets a house to stay in after escapades with an army of haunted dolls and the most “I need to pee” in a horror setting since Corpse Party. But yeah, good progress this time honestly, the living in a stable gag was getting kind of old so Kazuma’s a bit stronger now and they have a home base so that’s pretty cool. Also Wiz is a Demon General or some shit but no one cares cause there ain’t no money in murdering busty zombie waifus.

Sailor Moon Crystal: So turns out Minako is Princess Serenity, except everyone who knows anything about Sailor Moon or indeed plot structure knows Sailor Moon is Princess Serenity, that’s like the Luke I Am Your Father of this series. But still turns out Minako has been guiding everyone with the power of video games but also thinks the power of friendship sucks and she’s gotta go do everything alone. This makes things super awkward because Mamoru’s pretty sure he was in love with the Princess but likes Usagi, now instead of running with this interesting thread of a reincarnation falling in love with someone new we’re gonna do the reveal that Usagi’s the princess and the whole ‘till death do us part’ part of marriage was just a metaphor and you’re stuck with one person no matter how many times you reincarnate. But yeah, Minako fights the bad guy on top of the tower but he has Naraku’s Barrier now and Minako doesn’t have the Red Tessaiga upgrade yet so she needs the power of friendship but this barrier is friendship-proof and this fight is basically a bunch of kids on the playground making up increasingly stupid powers that negate the other powers the other guy just made up. Anyway Tuxedo Mask shows up and is like “Holy shit Sailor Moon I love when you kiss me and kick ass, go get em sweetie I’ll hold your flower” and they kiss and Usagi has learned that if she just pretends she got this the power of her confidence will beat the bad guy. Unfortunately she does not got this and Tuxedo Mask has to pull a Piccolo and throw himself in front of the blast.

Durarara!!:  So now that we’ve had our climax for the arc we have a six month timeskip and everyone’s just kinda living life, Mika and Seiji are being clinically insane together, there’s cops harassing Celty to the point of mental breakdown (normal cop stuff) Shinra’s dad’s in town, Namie’s become Izaya’s secretary for blackmail shit, you know, normal stuff. Also there’s a katana-wielding maniac going around slashing people and Anri’s being bullied and sexually harassed to the point of mental collapse, normal stuff.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Code Geass #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Fate Zero #Konosuba #Sailor Moon Crystal #Durarara!!

[illfoandillfie]

Hangover Cure

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summery: Ben is hungover from a night out with the boys and can’t fully remember what happened, luckily you’ve got some evidence.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of drinking, f receiving oral, squirting, face sitting,

Words: 4233

A/N: Small disclaimer: I don’t drink, I have never been drunk, all my knowledge of being drunk and hangovers and stuff comes from watching TV/movies (and maybe a little bit of googling). Anyway, that hangover photo Ben posted on insta destroyed me and I had to write something inspired by it! Ben gives off a vibe like he would fucking love going down on his girl, so have like 3k words of pussy worship  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tagslist: @idontbelievethiss

When you woke up you were still pressed close to Ben, his bare leg flung over yours, almost nose to nose. You lay there for a while, blinking the sleep from your eyes, listening to his deep breaths, before the need to pee made you untangle yourself and leave the bed. Your mobile phone caught your eye as you got up, the screen lit up with a staggering number of voicemail messages. Ben had been out last night, catching up with the rest of ‘the band’ and, apparently, he had a problem with drinking and dialling. You’d already listened to a few of them before you fell asleep but he’d clearly continued phoning well into the early hours of the morning. The last was from a little after three o’clock which, by your estimation, wasn’t long before he’d arrived home. Clearly the boys had had a fun night, starting with dinner at around 6.30 PM and ending, for Ben at least, with waking you as he stumbled into your room and noisily removed his jeans and shoes, in that order. You’d turned on your lamp to see what was going on and his face broke into a grin when he saw you. “Y/N! What’re you doing here?” his speech was slurred and much too loud. “I live here Ben,” you said, sleepily rubbing your face, “with you.” You could almost see the gears in his head turning as he stared at you like he was trying to solve a riddle. “Just come to bed,” you yawned, tapping his side of the bed. He nodded and crawled under the blankets as you turned the lamp back off. His hands automatically reached for you, pulling you close as you lay back down and shut your eyes.  

Ben slept in past midday. You checked on him a couple of times, but he remained fast asleep and snoring. It wasn’t until you were walking past your room in the afternoon that you heard him groan. You stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as Ben threw an arm over his eyes, face scrunched up against the light coming in through the window. “I take it you had a good night then,” You said as you padded across the room, pausing next to Ben and running your fingers through his messy hair. Ben let his arm fall back to his side and squinted up at you, “Maybe a little too good.” He groaned again, rubbing his temple. “Yeah, you smell like an ashtray that’s been washed out in whisky.” “I don’t even remember drinking whisky,” he groaned. “Stay here, I’ll be back with a hangover cure,” you chuckled, dropping a kiss to his forehead before you left. In the kitchen, you pulled out a tray and loaded it up with a glass of water, a couple of painkillers, two coffees and a stack of buttered toast. Entering your room, you found Ben sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “You okay, honey?” you asked as you placed the tray on the nearest nightstand. “Thought I was gonna throw up. False alarm.” “Take these,” you handed him the water and painkillers. “Thanks babe,” He mumbled before swallowing the pills. “D’you want a coffee?” “Please,” he said switching the glass for his mug, “I hope Joe’s head hurts twice as much as mine.” “What’d Joe do?” You grabbed your own mug and the plate of toast, carefully settling yourself cross-legged facing Ben, “Eat.” Ben obediently took the top piece of toast, pulling his legs up onto the bed and leaning against the footboard, “He was the one that suggested shots. I think.” Ben chewed his toast slowly. “Did I wake you when I got home?” “You don’t remember?” “Sort of. I remember tripping over something outside. And I think I remember talking to you.” “Yes,” you laughed, “You woke me. You seemed confused about why I was here, happy to see me though. How much do you remember from last night?” “I remember having dinner and I remember heading to the pub after. Things start to get a bit hazy after a few rounds though. Why? What’d I do?” “Nothing bad, honey. I’ll tell you about it when you’re feeling better.” He nodded, “Think I’ll go have a shower.”

You finished your coffee while scrolling on your phone, the shower audible in the otherwise quiet room, and then carried everything back to the kitchen. You were just setting the dishwasher to run when Ben came up behind you, throwing his arms around your stomach and leaning his chin on your shoulder.   “Better?” “More or less. Brushed my teeth about twelve times which helped.” You turned around to face him, “well you certainly don’t smell like a bar anymore. Any word on how the others are faring?” “Everyone’s alive though pretty rough. I don’t know what we drank, but it was a mistake.” “I might have the answer,” “What d’you mean?” “So, while you were out, I got a number of very interesting phone calls.” Ben gave you a confused look. “You drunk dialled me a few times. Seventeen times if we’re being accurate.” “Oh my god.” His hand flew up to his head, the heel of his palm rubbing his eye, “What did I say? No, actually I don’t wanna know. Okay, tell me.” You leaned up to peck his lips before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen and over to the couch where you’d left your phone. “I haven’t listened to them all, just the first few.” He sat down, watching warily as you clicked through to your voicemail. “So the first call you made, I picked up.” You said as you settled into your seat, throwing your legs over Ben’s lap.   “What time was that?”   “Round ten-ish. I think you were in a pub. Wherever you were was loud cause I couldn’t hear you properly. But basically you called so everyone could yell hello to me. I told you all to have a good night and got a chorus on unintelligible screams back and then you hung up.” “Thats not too bad. Kinda cute if you think about it,” He pinched your shin playfully. “You called again about five minutes later but I let it go to voicemail.” “Oh boy.” “You’re a sloppy drunk Benjamin.”  

You held the phone up between you and hit play on the first message. Ben’s voice sounded echoey as he slurred slightly into the phone which made you think he was calling from the bathroom. “Voicemail? Babe listen, I didn’t mean to hang up without saying I love you. Thats why ‘m calling. Felt bad. I don’t want you to think I don’t love you cos of course I love you. God I love you so much. Shit, I gotta go, Joe’s saying something about shots.” The message ended. “Okay you have to agree that was cute,” Ben said next to you. “The drunk idiot is very cute.” You conceded.   “Hey, he may be a drunk idiot, but he’s a truthful drunk idiot.” Ben tapped the end of your nose making you giggle. “Well, the drunk idiot isn’t done yet.” You started the second message. “Fuck it’s cold.” You heard a deep inhale and then a breath out, the sound of Ben smoking, “I need whisky.” The call ended and both of you laughed.   “Well okay, guess maybe I did drink whisky after all.” The third message was loud again. The Ben sitting next to you cringed as the opening notes of a song kicked in and his own voice yelled through the phone, “This one’s for you Y/N!” followed by the sound of him drunkenly singing My Heart Will Go On. “Oh god,” He dropped his head into his hands, “how long does the message go for?” “Four minutes and forty-five seconds. The whole song.” “Let's skip this one,” “Okay, but only because I’ve already listened to it.” “You listened to me butcher the entire song?” “It was dedicated to me, how could I not?” you laughed, “Also, it’s my new ringtone.” “Curse that movie.” Ben groaned as he let his head drop onto the back of the couch, “You catch the end of it on TV one time and then the song’s stuck in your head for a week.” “If it's any consolation, it sounded like you got a standing ovation at the end.”

The next couple of messages were from the same karaoke bar. You could barely hear Ben over the horrendous singing in the background of the first one, but he seemed to be talking to someone about the saké they were drinking. You wondered if it hadn’t been a pocket dial because of how quiet his voice was.   Ben looked at you shaking his head, “No wonder we all feel like rubbish today. How did we all make it home in one piece?” “Lord knows. Divine intervention?” You laughed, “This next one is the last one I heard before I went to sleep.” “Good or bad?” “I liked it.” The message started with the sound of Ben stumbling out a door, muffling the noise of the bar. “Can’t stop thinking bout your pretty pussy.” You looked over to Ben, grinning at his slightly pink cheeks. He looked like he was about to say something but you quickly placed a finger over your lips, signalling him to keep quiet.   “Wanna lick it right now. Could go for hours, sucking and licking and kissing. Fuck I love your pussy. Taste so fucking good. Wanna make you cum on my tongue. And then on my fingers so you can suck 'em clean and see how good you taste. Go so slow yo-” “Ben!” someone yelled from behind him somewhere, “C’mon we’re gonna go get kebabs!” The message ended. You’d known what was coming and you’d still found yourself clenching your thighs, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ben. His hand was on your knee, rubbing his thumb in circles absentmindedly. “That...wasn’t what I was expecting,” he said slowly, “bit different to all the others,” “Wasn’t what I was expecting the first time I heard it either. Don’t think anyone’s ever expected to hear a monologue about eating pussy though. They just catch you by surprise.”   “How many times did you listen to it?” “Ummm, a few,” “So until you got off?” “You know me too well,” you laughed, “kinda wish you hadn't been interrupted. Would have liked to hear what else you were thinking.” “You would, would you?” His grip on your knee got tighter, “Think I’ve got the gist of it.” You squealed as he suddenly rolled out from under your legs and pushed them open.

“Thought you had a hangover,” “It’s not so bad now, modern medicine truly is a miracle. Besides, this may be a hereto unknown cure.” His speech was punctuated with kisses to your ankle. “Are you saying my pussy is like the fountain of youth but for fixing hangovers?” “Maybe. I don’t know. Now please stop talking, I need to concentrate.” He travelled higher, fingers tracing softly wherever his lips weren’t. He continued his path up your leg gradually, dragging his lips along your skin. Whenever he reached a particularly ticklish or sensitive spot he’d linger, holding your leg tight so you couldn’t squirm away. When he eventually reached your knee, he moved to your other ankle and started again. You whined, leaning your head back against the arm of the couch, which made him chuckle, sending a shiver through you. “Patience, babe.” He bit down unexpectedly, making you jump, “Told you I was gonna go slow.” Slow was an understatement. A snail would have crawled up your leg faster than Ben was going, though you had to admit it probably wouldn’t have put you in quite the same state. The longer Ben took the more desperate you were but nothing you did could persuade him to skip ahead. You tried whining and groaning, hoping the noise would encourage him to finally remove your pants, but all it did was make him smirk, his breath ghosting over the spot his lips had just detached from.   “Keep making those sounds. Love when you’re all desperate and needy.” You couldn’t stop the whine that rose into the air, his words hitting your right between the legs.

You also tried tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging the way you knew he liked but, though it did make him pause, it also made him more determined to make you wait. At one point you even tried to slip your hand into your pants to relieve some of the pressure. You didn’t get very far before Ben had a hold of your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before he sucked your fingers into his mouth. He let your fingers slip free, turning his attention back to your shin, but kept a strong grasp on your hand to stop you from trying anything else.   “You jerk,” you tried to twist your hand free but he kept a firm hold, “didn’t think you’d mean this slow.” He laughed, sitting up slightly as he finally reached your other knee, “What a shame my drunken ode to your cunt was cut off before I could really go into detail.”   “Ben, you’re killing me, please just speed it up.” “Sorry babe, not gonna happen. “ He continued his lazy path over your knee and up your thigh until he reached the leg of your shorts, teasing you with feather light touches just under the hem. Then he switched back to the leg he’d started on and repeated his efforts. By the time he was kneeling between your legs, working your pants over your hips and pulling them off, you were on the verge of begging. You lifted your hips to help him remove your underwear but he ignored you. Instead you felt a breath on the inside of your thigh before his mouth was on you again. He resumed his slow pace, pausing every so often to suck a hickey onto your skin, before he switched to the other leg again. By the time he was done your thighs were covered in bruises and bite marks, and there was a very noticeable wet spot on the front of your undies.  

Ben leaned into you, his mouth centimetres from where you desperately needed him. You could feel bursts of his warm breath wash over you, only serving to heighten your need and the anticipation for what he had planned. “So very wet already. Wonder who could possibly have cause that?” You could only whimper as he stuck his tongue out and licked a single long stroke along your clothed pussy, your hips bucking at first contact. “Love how eager you are, but you gotta keep still,” he said as he wrapped his arms round your thighs to hold them in place. He refocused on kissing you through your underwear, working his way up slowly, squeezing your labia between his lips. Your breathing got heavier the closer he got to your clit, soft ‘oh’s dripping from your tongue. He was unphased by your obvious urgent need, working to cover every inch of you with his lips and teeth and tongue, leaving you panting for more as he carefully avoided your clit. When he gently sucked at the apex of your thigh you cried out in desperation. Ben hummed against you and settled back into his leisurely pace, never reaching your clit. “Ben, for the love of god, stop teasing,” Ben laughed as he raised himself to his knees and hooked his fingers into the top of your underpants, pausing to drop a kiss to your lips. He peeled your underwear down your legs, dropping them to the floor, and swiped a finger along your folds, collecting your wetness. He held his finger up and you watched as your juices slowly started to drip from it in a single long strand. “That voicemail,” Ben started, pausing to lick up the drip from his finger, “was cut off too soon. Didn’t even get to talk about how fucking wet you are for me. Though I think I can make you wetter.” He settled himself back down, laying his tongue flat against you and licking another long line all the way up your slit. You moaned as his tongue flicked over your clit but seconds later, he’d moved away again, letting a string of saliva drip slowly onto you before he began working his mouth softly over your pussy once more.  

You could feel your orgasm approaching as Ben buried his face between your legs, and you tangled your fingers in his hair again. You whined his name repeatedly, getting higher in pitch as he neared your clit. Finally he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and you let out a pornographic moan as you came undone. He swirled his tongue around your clit until the sensitivity became too much and you pushed him away. “Good girl,” He said softly, leaving kisses over your thighs as he waited for your breathing to even out again, “So pretty when you cum for me.” He began licking and sucking at your folds again, noisily cleaning up the evidence of your orgasm, “And drunk me was right, you taste fucking incredible.” He worked his tongue slowly into you, making you shudder as you felt another orgasm building already. He pulled out, licking all the way up to your clit before once again pushing his tongue into you, deeper than before. You lost the ability to form coherent thoughts as he fucked you with his tongue, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit slowly. Your knees snapped shut the minute he stopped holding them down, trapping him in position, though he didn’t seem to notice, just kept his steady pace, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. A moan built in your throat and you couldn’t help pushing on the back of his head, trying to keep him as close to your core as possible. You pulled on his hair making him moan against you and the vibrations triggered your release which he lapped up like a man dying of thirst. Your legs trembled as you lowered them back to the bed, not helped by Ben moving to blow a stream of cold air over your sensitive clit.

You tried to sit up but Ben placed a hand over your stomach to keep you in place. “I’m not done yet, enjoying this too much to be done so soon.” He flicked your clit with his tongue and you whimpered. “Too sensitive?” “Yeah,” You breathed out, raising you head to watch him. “That’s alright,” he kissed your clit once, making your hips jerk, “said I wanted you to cum on my fingers anyway.” Without any more warning he pushed two fingers into you making you moan, “That’s right babe, wanna hear you nice and loud,” he added a third finger, and began pumping them in and out teasingly slow, “Know you love having my fingers in your cunt. Can feel how tight your clenching them. ‘m gonna watch you cum hard and then I’m gonna go back to worshipping your cunt properly.” He adjusted the angle of his fingers slightly, and you felt the pit in your stomach tighten. “Think I can make you squirt like this, want me to try?” “Please, yes, ‘m so clos-s-se,” you were interrupted as he once again lowered his mouth to your cunt, his fingers steadily stroking the same spot over and over, making your see spots. “C’mon babe,” he mumbled against you, “wanna see you make a fucking mess.” Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers became more forceful and you gripped the edge of the couch so hard your knuckles turned white as you came again.   “Good girl, that was exactly what I wanted to see,” He said, sitting up on his knees, rubbing your thigh with the hand that hadn’t just been pulled from you. “I did it?” you panted, finally relaxing your hand, letting it dangle over the edge of the couch. “mmhmm, gonna have to get some stain remover onto this couch later.” You raised your head and sure enough you could see the dark patch you’d made. You couldn’t help but laugh, giddy from the pleasure. Ben wiped his mouth on his sleeve before he leaned forward to kiss you softly. “I love you so much,” “Love you too Ben. Maybe more now that I know you can make me do that.” He kissed you again and then resettled between your thighs. “Thought you said something about letting me taste?” “Later,” he grunted before he focused all his attention on dragging his tongue through your slick folds again.

“You’re dripping,” Ben admired, taking another swipe along your cunt, “So fucking wet.” Not that you needed him to tell you that. You could feel your wetness running down towards your arse, see it shining on Ben’s mouth and chin every time he looked up at you. Aside from Ben’s running commentary the only sounds in the room came from him burying himself in your pussy. The wet noises of his spit meeting your juices as he licked and sucked at you, and the whines and whimpers and moans he drew from you with every flick of his tongue. You were so wet his tongue just glided over you, hitting your still sensitive clit on every pass. It felt so good, but also wasn’t enough to push you to another orgasm. You tried to shift your hips against his mouth as his movements became less controlled. He devoured you, trying to reach every inch of your cunt, not caring about keeping a steady pace or tempo. You swore as his nose bumped your clit again, followed a moment later by his tongue flicking over it once, twice, three times.   “Ben, I can’t do it again.” you whined, fighting back the urge to cry, “I wanna cum but I can’t.” Ben just hummed against you, ignoring your pleas as he continued his frenzied movements. You could feel tears of desperation stinging your eyes. You were so close, just not getting the right sort of friction to push you over the edge. You tried to wiggle your hips but Ben wrapped his arms round your thighs again, holding you in place as he closed his eyes, and delved deeper. You could have sworn you were going to cum as Ben explored every inch of your pussy, but you were left unsatisfied again, letting out another frustrated whine. Ben resurfaced, shaking his head from side to side as he trailed his tongue over you. “Don’t worry, babe, got an idea.” He pulled back and moved to grab your waist, using his grip to flip you over suddenly. He wiggled between your open legs and grabbed your thighs again. You leaned against the arm of the chair, resting on your knees as Ben pulled you down onto his lips, picking up where he’d left off. You clawed at the couch as he held you tightly, anchoring you to his mouth. The new position allowed you to arch your back and rock your hips more freely and you shifted around a little trying to find the right spot. You cried out as his tongue met you just the way you’d needed it, and began to grind down onto him chasing your release. “God Ben, so so close,” you gasped out. Ben’s reply was nothing more than a muffled hum directly into your core that had you slumping over the arm of the chair as you shook above him, crying out his name. He continued to lick along your slit, stretching the orgasm out as long as he could. When you couldn’t take it anymore you raised your hips, his hands loosening their grip as you rolled off of him into the corner of the couch. Once Ben had sat up, you gingerly stretched out a leg.

“So how was that?” Ben asked as he shuffled round to face you. All you could do was nod as you released a shaky breath. Ben scooted towards you and leaned his forehead against yours, “I take it that means it was good?” “Yeah,” you breathed out softly, “really good. I’ll tell you just how good when I can think clearly again.”   Ben laughed and dropped a kiss to the tip of your nose before pulling back, “take all the time you need. There is just one more thing though,” You gasped as he gently dragged a single finger through your folds, collecting as much of your wetness as he could. “Said I was gonna make you taste yourself.” Without thinking you grabbed his wrist and slowly sucked his finger into your mouth. You kept your eyes locked on his, watching as they grew wide at your bold action. “See how fucking delicious you are?”   You hummed around his finger, running your tongue along its length. When you felt you’d sufficiently cleaned his digit you pulled it from your lips with a small pop.   “Think I could get used to receiving drunk messages from you if this is how you make up for it,” “Think I wanna know what the rest of those messages say.”

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #my writing #look thats just the energy ben has okay #he seems like he'd enjoy it #and he'd be good at it #(oof that photo ruined my life #i need to be cuddled up next to him in the next 3 seconds #or im gonna explode) #anyway #its midnight and im very very tired #and ive been trying not to fall asleep #so i hope the end of this is okay #lmao #i possibly should have waited til tomorrow to post it #but im impatient!! #so enjoy!! #and lemme know what you think! #now im gonna go collapse

[alaurin101]

Sounds Like a Plan

Hello everyone.....well, I’m hoping there’s still a few people that follow this blog.  So I wrote this thing that’s been in my head this past week.  I’d decided to get back in the SWTOR game and wanted to refresh my memory on the old content so I created some new characters.....and as always happens, a story started to form almost immediately for both of the new legacies I started.  I finally finished hashing out one of them  and am going to share a part now.  Hope you all enjoy!  Spoiler Alert: the following contains spoilers for Smuggler and Trooper Ord Mantell

A tall figure crept into the small room, the dim floor lights reflecting off the plating on his boots.  Not wanting to shock his friend awake, he pressed the switch on the wall and a soft glow began to slowly light up the room.  The Mirialan grinned at the tan skinned Zabrak sprawled on a bed that was obviously too small for his rather large frame.  He noticed a blaster pistol resting next to the pillow, just inches away from that tattooed face.  Then his gaze settled on the vivid scar running diagonally across his friend’s right eye and the soldier’s smile faltered as he was suddenly hit with a sense of deja vu.  He could almost hear the hiss of a lightsaber being activated as the memories flooded him and for a brief moment, he nearly reconsidered waking the other man but decided to press on, knowing the spacer would appreciate settling an old score.

“Drex…..wake up!”

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“Drex…..wake up!” a voice whispered frantically, the command easily waking the bed’s lanky occupant.

“Mik?” the Zabrak frowned, amber eyes narrowing as they focused in on the Mirialan leaning over him.  He tensed at the worried look his friend’s face wore, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Trouble,” Mik answered softly, looking around to make sure the other boys that shared their room were still asleep despite the soft glow now filling the room from the floorlights he’d turned on.  

“Talk to me,” Drex nodded as he sat up.

“I woke up a little bit ago…..had to pee,” Mik began as he sat next to Drex.  “On the way back from the ‘fresher, I heard a couple overseers talkin’ downstairs.”

“And you decided to eavesdrop on the conversation,” Drex grinned, “Proud of you buddy…..usually you keep your nose clean.”

“Wasn’t planning on spying, but I got a bad feelin’ all the sudden.”

“Well, what did you hear?” Drex prodded, knowing that the other boy had a hint of Force sensitivity like most of his species.

“They were talkin’ ‘bout making sure the place would pass inspection,” Mik answered.

“No surprise there,” Drex shrugged, “Imps are due to pay the mines a visit.” 

“Yeah, I know…..but here’s where it gets bad,” Mik continued, trying to keep his voice low despite the bombshell he was about to drop, “Overseers said the Imps were bringing a Sith with ���em!”

“Kark!” Drex swore, his eyes darting to a bed across the room where a small Torgruta slept on. “I guess the boss decided to report Jak’s little accident.”

“I can’t think of any other reason they’d bring a Sith,” Mik agreed. “We need to get Jak outta here…...Parkaar and Zak too!”

“Zak?!” Drex’s gaze went to the pale green Twi’lek on the bunk above Jak, “He’s only eight!”

“Noticed it last week,” Mik confirmed, “He woke me up in the night…..must’ve been havin’ another nightmare and when I tried to wake him, he pushed at me with the Force.” 

“You never felt it in him before?”

“Nope,” Mik shook his head, “Just Parkaar and Jak…...but it’s pouring off him now.  There’s no way a Sith is gonna miss it.” 

“That’s definitely trouble,” Drex frowned, his mind already working on ideas as he slipped out of bed and got down on the floor, “Any idea how much time we got?”

“Overseers made it sound like they’d be here tomorrow, but I didn’t wanna lurk in the hallway too long so I headed back here before I could find out anything else.”

“Probably for the best,” Drex grunted as he carefully slid under the bed to pull up the loose floorboard, “Last thing you need is to be on their radar….don’t want that Sith looking too closely at you.”

“Nah, I can just sense things here and there,” Mik assured his friend, “I’m not strong enough for that Sith to care about.  Do you have enough credits in your stash?”

“Not for all of us, but should be enough to get those three away from here…...if we can find someone willing to help us.” 

“Who’s gonna to help two teenagers get some kids off planet?” Mik pondered as Drex slid back out.

“Tess might,” Drex suggested, setting the old cigarra box on his bed as he looked over at the other bunks once again to make sure the others were still sleeping.

“The laundry lady from the village?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s sympathetic,” Drex nodded, dumping the contents of the box out.

“You sure you aren’t just thinkin’ that ‘cause you have a crush on her?” Mik teased, knowing that the fourteen year old Zabrak already had a fondness for pretty girls and the busty Human that lived nearby definitely qualified.

“I do love those redheads,” Drex grinned, “And don’t even try to deny that you’ve checked her out before.”

“Okay, you got me,” Mik murmured sheepishly, feeling his cheeks heat up when he remembered the last time he’d been the one sent to drop off the dirty stuff.  Tess must’ve just put stuff in to dry because her tank top was damp and clinging very nicely to her body…..something that had left a lasting impression on the thirteen year old.

“Ha!” Drex snorted as he finished mentally tallying the chits, “Anyways, I’m willing to bet she’d help us if we slipped her some credits.  The boys can have the rest of my stash to get off planet.”

“Think it’ll be enough?”

“Should be,” Drex answered, his jovial features sobering, “It’ll wipe me out though so I’ll have to start all over again…..might be awhile before you and I can bust outta here.”

“That’s okay…...better that we get the boys away before that Sith gets here.”

“Agreed,” Drex nodded, looking pensive as he continued, “One thing in our favor is that today happens to be laundry day…...and preparing for an inspection might help as well.”

“Overseers are going to be too distracted to check the bins very closely,” Mik smiled, thinking along the same lines as his crafty buddy, “and it happens to be my turn to ride along so I can make the deal with Tess while the overseer waits for me to unload the dirty bins from the truck and load up the clean stuff.”  Then that smile faltered, “But the boss is gonna figure it out.  Even if he doesn’t notice Parkaar and Zak missing, he’s definitely going to realize Jak is gone right away…...that’s the whole reason the Sith is coming after all.”

“Laundry isn’t the only thing going out today,” Drex reminded him, “The night shift is supposed to be loading a shipment right now…..heard Parkaar grumbling about it at dinner.”

“They have him loading crates now?!” Mik’s dark brows furrowed, but it didn’t surprise him really.  Despite the fact that the Miraluka was only eleven, he’d recently hit a growth spurt and was nearly as tall as himself and Drex.

“I think they got sick of him having headaches from being in the mines too long,” Drex shrugged, “But that’s actually good…..they’ll assume he escaped with the shipment when they realize he’s missing.  Takes the heat off Tess and if we’re questioned…”

“You know we’ll be questioned…..we share a room with all three of ‘em,” Mik snorted, his blue grey eyes narrowing at his friend, “and you tend to buck authority…..a lot!”

“I come out richer after every beating,” Drex reminded him, his back still a little sore from his last infraction. They didn’t want to risk losing a strong worker though so whenever he got whipped, they’d drag him to the camp doctor to be treated afterwards and he’d be picking pockets every step of the way.   Willing to play the long game in order to get freedom, Drex tested the overseers often.  Thanks to his high threshold for pain and quick hands, he’d amassed quite a bit over the past year.  The other three occupants of the room knew about the secret stash and made sure to look out whenever Drex had to add to the box.  The night shift crew that shared their room was clueless but he’d planned to take Parkaar with them after Mik admitted that the Mirakula was strong in the Force.

“I think both of us are gonna get a beating,” Mik sighed, not looking forward to that.  He rarely got in trouble but thanks to his kind hearted nature, wasn’t a stranger to getting a whipping for stopping an overseer from hurting one of the younger kids.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re probably right about that,” Drex muttered grimly, “But that works in our favor too…...they’ll be more likely to believe us if we snitch after getting roughed up a bit.”

“Good point,” Mik conceded, “We’re gonna need a distraction though.”

“Already planned for that,” Drex assured him, holding up a small smoke grenade he’d stolen a while ago. “I’m on breakfast cleanup this morning…..smoke coming from the kitchens is bound to start a ruckus and bring the overseers runnin’ in.”

“The loading area is near the kitchens,” Mik mused, starting to feel hopeful for the first time, “Should be enough time to hide the boys in the cart…...just need to make sure they’re ready and know what to do.”

“You’ll need to get a controller for the shock collars,” Drex reminded him.

“There’s usually one in the truck,” Mik recalled, “I can grab that while Parkaar helps Jak and Zak into a bin.  I’ll give him the controller when I help him into another bin.  Probably take a couple minutes…..three tops.”

“You’ll definitely have that.”

“Then we’re set,” Mik sighed, stifling a yawn as he stood and glanced at the old chrono on their nightstand.  “Three hours before the morning alarm goes off…….we should try and get some sleep.”

“I’ll set our alarm for a half hour before that,” Drex decided, “That’ll give us enough time to talk to Jak and Zak.  You can fill Parkaar in at breakfast…..hopefully he’ll be able to stay awake after working all night.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mik murmured, giving into the yawn as he climbed into his bunk.

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“Drex,” Mik whispered again, this time gently nudging his friend’s broad shoulder, “Come on….wake up buddy!”

“Mik?” Drex murmured, amber eyes opening to see a familiar soldier hovering above him and he was suddenly thrown back ten years.  The only difference was that the green skinned face now sported tattoos and two vivid perpendicular scars that barely missed his right eye.  Also gone was the shaggy mess of black hair, replaced with a military high and tight, but Drex couldn’t blame his friend for not wanting to let his hair grow too long.  After all, Rylen’s camp for Wayward Boys hadn’t exactly been concerned with haircuts and they were only allotted one shower a week.  One of the first things both of them had done after finally being freed from that hellhole was to take the hottest, longest shower possible, then get a haircut.  He had a long strip of hair that ran through the middle of the crown of horns on his head, but he always kept the light brown locks neatly in place with a simple silver clip on the back of his head.  His brow furrowed for a moment when he glanced at the chrono.

“Yeah,” Mik grinned sheepishly, “Sorry to wake you so early, but you’re gonna thank me.”

“I have my doubts,” Drex grumbled as he sat up, “How’d you get in here anyway?  I know I locked that door before I hit the sac.”

“You did, but I convinced the cantina owner that you had vital information to my mission and it was important that I speak to you ASAP.”  

“Only in Spec Forces for a week and already throwing rank around,” Drex taunted, fighting a yawn as he shook out the pants he’d left hanging on the chair last night.  Silently cursing that dirty thief Skavak for the hundredth time, he reluctantly pulled on the pants he’d worn all day yesterday.  At least he had a clean shirt and he’d put on clean boxers after showering late last night.  Unfortunately, that was the last of the clean clothing he always kept in his backpack. 

“Karking Skavak,” he muttered harshly as he buttoned his shirt.  

“I could try to see if I can snag you some stuff from the barracks,” Mik offered, knowing how much it bothered his buddy to wear anything dirty because he felt the same way after surviving three years in the mining camp.

“I’m going to see if I can get my dirty stuff cleaned today, but I could use another pair of pants if you can swing it,” Drex sighed as he pulled his boots on, “Somehow I don’t think that’s why you woke me at the buttcrack of dawn though.”

“Not quite,” Mik snickered, then he looked his friend in the eye, “Does the name Virk ring a bell?”

“As in Corporal Virk,” Drex tensed, anger flashing in those amber eyes, “the piece of bantha shit that got me kicked out of the Military Academy a month before I was going to graduate?!”

“He’s a Lieutenant now, but yeah….that same crooked son of a Hutt,” Mik confirmed.  “And he’s still up to no good.”

“He tryin’ to frame you for something?”

“Worse,” Mik admitted, “He’s been running a bribery scheme with the men serving under him to get easier postings.  A scared Private came to me about it a couple days ago, said his buddy tried to rat Virk out and ended up getting assigned to Mannet Point.”

“Not a good place right now,” Drex replied, “His buddy make it?”

“According to Farn, his friend was KIA the next day.  Now Farn’s worried he’s next but he refuses to pay Virk off so he decided to report it to me.”

“Virk find out?”

“Yup,” Mik nodded, “I told Commander Tavus and Lieutenant Jorgan about it not long after Farn talked to me.  Jorgan said he’d look into it, but I haven’t heard anything yet.  Virk must’ve found out though and stopped me on my way into the barracks yesterday evening.”

“Does he know we’re friends?”

“I don’t think so,” Mik shook his head, “He didn’t seem to recognize me and I was in a different program from you at the Academy so I doubt he ever knew.  A girl I had classes with absolutely hated him though and used to warn us to give him a wide berth.  The only reason I really know him is because of what he did to you…...but now you have a shot at some payback.”

“Do tell,” Drex smiled coldly as he sat back down on the bed.

“Virk told me not to be surprised if I have an accident today so I’m guessing he’s having me followed and plans to ambush me at some point,” Mik explained.  “I could easily report it to Tavus and Jorgan again but then I thought maybe we could set a little ambush of our own.”

“Oh, I’d be more than happy to show that bastard the business end of my shotgun,” Drex agreed, “Count me and my stealth generator in.”

“Good,” Mik nodded, “but maybe wait to shoot him.  I’m thinking the two of you are long overdue for a heart to heart…..away from the fort when my armor cam begins automatically transmitting to HQ.” 

“It would be nice to have that dishonorable discharge taken off my military record,” Drex mused, “and combined with his kickback scheme, he’s probably looking at a decent stint in military prison.”

“That enough retribution for you?” Mik raised a brow.  

“It’s a start,” Drex chuckled as he dug the stealth generator out of his backpack and clipped it to his belt.  He secured the blaster pistol in the holster on the other side and hooked the shotgun to the backpack.  “Let’s grab some chow down in the cantina, then we can head out.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

#alaurin fanfic #OC Drexyn Dalov #OC Mikkyal O'Rourke #swtor #smuggler #trooper

[19-queenbee-97]

I Knew You Were Trouble | Stray Kids AU

Chapter 3 

Warning | Drinking, Language(?)

Word Count | 1.9k

a/n Trying to make these look nicer. I might go back and fix the other 2 as well. Little bit longer this time. I know i said this would probably only be 3 chapters but I only have a general idea of where this is going so as i write it it sorta just gets bigger (and hopefully better but y’all are the judges of that.) I don’t know exactly how many more chapters this will have but probably like 1-2 more. Maybe. I’m not good at sticking to what I say. The question mark is next to language cause I've forgotten like 99% of what I wrote. I need to stop writing these on no sleep. That is my excuse if there are any mistakes. Ok imma stop here now.

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It’s been two weeks since Chan first showed up in my history class. Since that lecture he’s always showing up out of nowhere. If we share a class he always sits close to me, but I’ve followed my unspoken rule of not acknowledging his existence hoping he’ll go away. Thankfully he has yet to sit right next to me but with the way my luck has been going he’s gonna do it sooner or later. He hasn’t spoken to me yet but I can hear him react to things I say.  Rosé and Lisa are the only people who will sit next to me these days. I don’t know why I’ve suddenly become the center of his attention but I hope everything goes back to normal soon. I run into him All. The. Time. I’m so over it. I’ve started spending a lot of time in the library hoping I’ll get away from him. The worst part about it is all the whispering. No one but Rosé and Lisa talk TO me but everyone else on campus don’t seem to mind talking ABOUT me and why Chan seems to never leave my company. Honestly people don’t you know pointing and staring is rude? I can hear all your whispers, do you think I asked for the hot bad boy who may or may not get me killed to start paying attention to me?

Ever since this whole situation began I’ve picked up the habit of ranting about life out loud. I hate it but it helps relieve the frustration for some reason. I hear him laugh whenever I do it. “For the last time Lisa I am not going. I’ve said it 17 times now, I will not say it again.” Yes I am actually counting. Even though I said that I know she’s gonna keep asking until I crack and say yes, but I am as stubborn as a mule so she will reach the hundreds until I finally do. Unfortunately she has 4 more days until the Halloween party and it’s only 9 am. “It’s gonna be so much fun though. Like everyone is going.” Sigh. “I know they will. That is why I’ll be staying home and watching Horton hears a who for the 25th time on Netflix.” It was the wind, just ignore it, it’s definitely not Chan. “But it’s ha… Did you say 25 times? Really?” Don’t look at me like that or I’ll bite you. “Yes. Stop with the face, it’s a masterpiece of cinematography.” 100 percent the wind. “Oook, moving on. You have to come. I already told Binnie you’d be there.” I’m just glad she stopped flinching whenever he makes a noise. That really got on my nerves. “You know how disappointed she’ll be if you don’t show.” Oh she’s pulling all the stops now. “That’s just low. You know I can’t say no to those puppy dog eyes of hers.” Thankfully she’s not actually here. “It’s still a no and I’ll just have to deal with the disappointment.”

True to my thoughts she continued to pester me about going to the party until 4 days later 3 hours before the party I cracked. It wasn’t just Lisa though, she bought reinforcements. “I’m actually gonna kill all of you. I know how to make it look like natural causes too. I spend far too much time on the internet.” They could at least let me choose my own outfit but no, here I am on my bed just glaring at them as they rifle through my clothing in an attempt to find something they deem “suitable”. That meaning as short as humanly possible with plenty of skin showing up top. “Yes dear we know.” Why’d they have to bring Binnie into it? I know her sorority is the one throwing it but I can’t deny that girl anything. She’s adorable. If it were just Rosé and Lisa I would’ve been fine….. probably. Ok I wouldn’t have been but I can pretend. As much as I hate this I’m just happy that Binnie doesn’t seem to care about my whole Bad Boy Leech Problem™. She came back from her month break found out what happened and just rolled with it. “I don’t have time to go back to my dorm, Rosie got anything she can wear? Nothing I’ve found is good enough. “Hmmmm, maybe. I think I have a good one. Just a sec.” Well, they don’t like my clothes, nice. “Come here and let Binnie start your hair while I set up the makeup.” They aren’t even going to see me coming. They’ll be going about their day and then I’ll just be there. Then they’ll be gone and I’ll use my elite skills to, “Oww, Binnie.” She’s first even though she’s my favorite. “Sorry. Don’t worry the hair will cover the burn.” Don’t look at me with that cute smile. I’m tryna be mad at you. “What do you think?” I think I’d rather wear jeans and a hoodie but I don’t get a choice. “Isn’t this a halloween party? Why am I not going as a bunny or something?” I have the perfect onesie for it. “We got you a mask.” Yes, because that’s the best halloween costume. “It’s perfect Rosie.” Makeup happened at this point.

I’ve been here all of 20 minutes and I’m already over it. People with red plastic cups everywhere, people making out wherever I look. PDA, disgusting. Everyone is dressed up in actual halloween costumes. The three demons that caused my pain are dressed as a slutty bunny, a slutty maid and a cute angel, 2 guesses as to which one that is. Speaking of slutty bunny is headed my way with 2 red plastic cups. “You could at least pretend to be having a good time.” I don’t think Rosé understands how deep my hatred for these events runs. “I could. But then people would think I’m here by choice. I want everyone to know that I want to be anywhere but here.” I need some wood because of her next sentence, or maybe a bottle to hit her with. That would also work. “At least you know Chan won’t be here. He’s never been to one of these parties.” She’s jinxed it now. I’m gonna have to look over my shoulder the whole time I’m here now. “I can’t believe you’ve done this.” She’s laughing. The absolute nerve. I’ve changed my mind, she’s first. “Calm down and drink your worries away.” Easy for her to say, she doesn’t have a Bad Boy Leech Problem™. Sipping the drink she handed me as she walks away I scan the room to see if I can find Binnie. She’s the only reason I’m here so I’ll be damned if I let her get away from my moping. Making a bee line for her as soon as she came into sight I was stopped by some guy dressed as Luigi who was tryna dance all up on me even as I tried to get past to Binnie. “Dude imma stand on your toe if you don’t skedaddle.” It seems he didn’t quite hear me. “I said-“ Gonna kill all of em’. “She said beat it kid.” Especially Rosé. Luigi couldn’t seem to get out of the way fast enough. Continuing on my quest to get to Binnie I felt him follow. I hate how well I’ve adapted to ignoring him.

When I finally reached Binnie which took a lot less time than expected, probably because of the guard leech, she took one look at me then looked to Chan, then back to me and I could see the apology in her eyes. Those goddamn puppy dog eyes. “We will talk later but just know my statement stands. You’ll never see it coming.” Having Chan standing right there seemed to be making her nervous so I just let out a sigh and moved to find a corner that was loud enough that holding conversation would be to troublesome but quiet enough that I won’t go deaf. “We can go anywhere you want and I promise I won’t try to make conversation.” Do I trust that or should I keep looking for my perfect corner. Giving him the benefit of the doubt I find a nice secluded corner to hide from everyone in. And he’s gone. How did I not notice that until now? Should I be relieved? I know I should but I feel a little disappointed. Taking another sip of my drink if whatever it is I noticed something. It’s empty. I don’t remember drinking it but it’s gone and there’s nothing on my dress or shoes so I assume I didn’t spill it. “Did you seriously only now realize your cup is empty? Not very observant are you?” It’s a good thing the cup was empty because it would be all over the both of us. He is a ninja, I swear. I didn’t see him at all and now he’s right in front of me. “What happened to not making conversation?” I need to work on my Glare of Doom™, he didn’t even flinch. Handing me a cup of some kind of alcohol I assume, he smirked. Dammit. I acknowledged him. “I was just saying. I’ll stop now.” That god damned smirk is lethal. I looked at the cup, then at him, then at the cup, then at him again but suspiciously. “What is it?” I wanna punch that smirk off his face. “Vodka and lemonade. Don’t worry I’m not trying to drug you.” Sniffing it, as if that would tell me anything, I took a cautious sip. He’s yet to try and kill me and he seems smart enough to realize he’d get caught if he did while surrounded by this many people. It tastes the same as what Rosé gave me so I’m just gonna hope he’s telling the truth.

We stood there in silence for what felt like a year but was realistically only 20 minutes. I have to pee. I have no idea where the bathroom is. I assume he doesn’t either since Rosie said he’s never been to one of these thing either, and I wouldn’t ask him anyway, since I’ve gone back to pretending he doesn’t exist. Pushing myself off the wall and walking away abruptly in the hopes he won’t react in time and I’ll lose him, I go in search of a bathroom. It didn’t work so I had Chan following me as I walked around looking like a lost child looking for their mum. “There’s a bathroom on the 2nd floor, 3rd doorway to the right.” Not acknowledging him but taking his advice, I went back to the entryway we just walked through and started climbing up the stairs. Coming up to the door there was a line so I just leaned against the wall with my eyes closed and sipped at my drink while we waited. As the line moved Chan nudged my shoulder a little to make me move up. “It’s your turn.” I handed him my drink and walked into the bathroom. Doing what I came to do, I thought about how this night has been going. I hated it at first, and I’m still not really enjoying myself but I find myself hating it less and less as time goes by. “C’mon princess people are waiting.” Why am I red? Am I blushing? Just from that? Shaking my head to clear it, double checking my face to make sure I’m not red and making sure all of Binnie’s work hasn’t come undone I open the door and come face to face with Chan. “There you are princess, you were taking so long I almost kicked the door in.” I’m really finding it hard to hate tonight.

#stray kids au #stray kids chan #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids seungmin #stray kids minho #stray kids felix #stray kids jisung #stray kids jeongin #stray kids changbin #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst

[tellmesomethinggg]

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linking this here bc it was technically a journal? i just don’t want it on my notes anymore and if i ever (likely not to) want to re-read for whatever reason. please note that i knew people would read this so things are censored and are the basic version. also there was a switch at one point from **** to chris because i didn’t want things to be read

(for later when i got time lmao)

Matt is a piece of shit that just wants to fuck -Chloe

well fuck

here goes nothing

the plan: don’t get drunk bc i got shit to do early next morning and ill tell him tomorrow when i do get drunk. spoiler alert that didn’t work

Gaby (coles gf) came too btw

so i had a smirnoff ice and said no more than two shots after so id be buzzed but not fully drunk (i ended up having three and was very much drunk)

me jon and gaby we’re talking about guys and i mentioned something about liking a guy or some shit and gaby looks at matt and then me and confirms it with me. then she tells me that apparently when she met me and a few other friends at the beach last quarter, that she predicted the two of us would end up together and told cole this. im like wtf how and she claims she’s psychic lol

later, Matt and i are on the sack and he looks at me and goes do you like me and im thinking well fuck so i say yes and he’s like well shit sorry but (and then i forgot exactly what he said) something along the lines of it’s not mutual or it’s not the right timing (i forgot okay) and then he gets up after a bit to go to the bathroom (I’m pretty sure cole went out too) and then me gaby and Jon have a chisme session and they think that he does like me but whatever

so the guys come back and at this point i really need to pee again so matt offers to take me and we start talking and he’s all, oh im sorry if i led you on and shit and im like it’s alright ill get over it, it just might be a bit awkward for me for a bit. but then on our way back from the bathroom he asks me , do you wanna at least kiss your crush at least one time and im like uhh yeah so he kisses me and then we start talking but i forgot about what and im kinda dizzy so he says, oh let’s sit on the couches for a bit before we go back, so we do and somehow we kiss again and then start making out

and at this point im like bitch there’s no way you don’t like me like why would you do that if you didn’t

so we finally go back and it’s been some time so the rest of em are obviously curious

matt goes with cole to the bathroom again and the three of us have a chisme session otra vez and they’re like yeah he fucking likes you he’s prob just scared bc of his last relationship

cole comes back in and basically backs up their side based on his convo he just had with matt

and so it’s decided that we’ll both sleep on the sack, Jon sleeps on his bed and the other two together in coles bed

he comes back and we all “go to sleep” but I push for him to hold me like he usually does whenever we sleep together and around like 2,3 am we both start making out again and just like uhhhh

also we’re both very much drunk but of course i tend to remember things whenever ive gotten drunk, however, he did not and so now we gotta talk and figure shit out and go from there

also im not telling Emilou or Hanna yet until we figure things out so

yeah

fuck

alrighty, so after last night, ive decided to do absolutely nothing about it and decided to just let things play out the way things do. i don’t wanna say something and ruin our friendship that we have bc i trust him a lot and like hanging out with him, so, i guess the end of this note for now, unless the situation changes anytime soon

Can Tim see what I write on this?     -Chloe

Yes -Janet

Hi Tim!

-Chloe

Tim pls respond.

-Chloe

Hi Chloe! Sorry I have been busy at home LOL

He responded I’m so happy!

-Chloe

FYI im just going to add things at the top of the note so that its easiwr to see stuff when i add it bc then otherwise youd have to scroll a ton

and I’m dating shit so i know when I wrote stuff and my memory and yeahhh

FEB 15 1 pm

chillin in alp so lets get this chisme

alrighty so last night i stayed the night in pratts but it wasnt just me so calmate, it was me and jon bc long story short i was too lazy/dizzy to get up and jons roommate had her bf over. basically we both shared the bed, not a lot of physical contact but whateva

brb

anyways, there was also one point where he was watching a movie from his childhood and idk what tf it was but he was shocked that i havent seen those movies, so apparently now im gonna watch them so i told him for payback we gotta watch disney movies lmao

oh also! i fucking got back to my room and took a shower to get ready for class, and when hanna gets back from class shes all like oh you slept in HiS rOoM huh and i was like uhhh yeah and told her the truth like i was too lazy and dizzy to get up and then she didnt really say anything but uhhhh yikes

and then i mentioned this to emilou later when we were walking to class and shes like yeah idk why she did that that was weird and i was thinking like thank God she doesnt think the same as hanna bc shes also slept in his room on the bean bag a few times

FEB 14 2pm

heyyy its valentines day and guess whos still single and workinggg

so uhhh last night, around 1, both me and pratt finished our shit (hw and studying) and im wide awake so im like hey, brooklyn 99? (because i got him into the show and i love rewatching the show bc its sooo good) and hes down so we start watching in his room. were both on his bed but were sitting (for the tie being) and eventually i decide to lay down and use one of his pillows but its the flat pillow so i attempt to steal his other one, which he protests and we lowkey wrestle over it and eventually i fail ugh and i fall over in frustration and land my head on his knee and then just quit and stay there, but get this, he just deals with it and lays on top of me, like his head is on my side. granted we both also have pillows so like his pillow is in between me and him and same for me but like ughhh

and eventually i fall asleep for like an episode (?) and wake up right before 3 am, and then decide hey sleep sounds important bc i have an 8 am and so does he, so i sit up but im too lazy to get up right away so i sit and go through twitter and shit so chris just lays down with his head on my leg and i set my arm down on his chest and he falls asleep for a few minutes and then i finish going through my social media and every part of me doesnt wanna move, but im also in a position that would be uncomfortable to fall asleep in so i wake him up and then go back to my room

oh and the other thing i forgot was that for a good couple hours we were texting and joking around and yeahhh

i feel like im reading a lot into what happens but at the same time, like i doubt id be this comfortable doing shit with guys like this and idk about him, but like sometimes i wonder you know?

also, saturday night, as far as i know, its just me and him going to the basketball game bc idk who else is going (eye emoji insert here bc im on my computer lmao) so we'll see what happens

FEB 10 11am

okay soooo last night,

the plan was to get buzzed, just me and matt and watch Brooklyn 9-9 but then Anthony and emilou joined us so never mind. after a bit, Anthony leaves so he can answer a phone call and pratt offers me shot #1 and not emilou (she’s laying on the bean bag, I’m on his roommates bed chillin behind her so she can’t see what’s up)

we take two and im slightly buzzed but i think “hey lets see how much we can take before she notices” and he’s down so uhhh let’s get this

later we have to include Anthony and he’s down to see how much we can take and he just lets us continue, i get to 4 shots and he finishes the bottle so i can’t have a 5th

brb im gonna go eat with him

okay im back now...

anyways were both pretty out of it, emilou still hasnt noticed and anthony finds this all funny i assume and so do i , and eventually she finds out and then the two of them leave i guess around 2 am and the two of us are both on the bean bag and were both tired and drunk and drunk me like petting his hair and apparently holding his hand and well yeah i kinda hate drunk me bc if that wasnt obvious enough lmao :/

continuin, we basically end up cuddled together most of the night until we both kind of sober up hella early in the morning and kind of separate a bit

and so in the morning guess who brought it uppp and i at least have an excuse that i was drunk and not thinking and just kinda doing whatever drunk me wanted to do (but omggg his hair is so fucking nice to play with omg) anyways imma just die real quick bc idk what happens now

also since no one else was in the room literally no one else knows about this and i think were keeping it that way bc lets be honest if anyone found out about that i think id be screwed for secret keeping and then well yeah

FEB 8 1AM

i remembered:

sunday 2-3

i forgot this happened but before I ended up in chris’s room i was chillin upstairs watching tv and then he came out on the phone with some one and long story short he said something on the phone to his friend along the lines of “you’re gonna have me in your life for a long time” and when he was saying that i was looking at him bc soy chismosa and i was curious and he winked at me and I died

Monday 2-4

so the other thing that happened was I had lunch/dinner with him before my writing class and no recuerdo que decimos, but uhhhh yeah

i like hanging out with him

also, just got back from his room and am more convinced that he may not like me but actually just sees me as a friend but at the same time maybe he does but IDK

i hate feelings and it’d be so much easier if i didn’t have them sometimes lmaooo

FEB 7 5-7 PM

so im currently in the room rn so im gonna try to make this as chronological as possible

saturday 2-2

alrighty so mind you this is the day ive volunteered with ship and have spent the whole day there, (i dont remember why i thought this was relevant :/)

so saturday night, i go to work in his room around 8 (?) so i can work on my essay and finish my shit bc he has a bean bag thats hella comfy to work on

andd so later on, jocelyn comes in to watch anime with him and then after i finish we all decide to watch gabriel iglesias and ended up squishing together on the bean bag with me in the middle of the two of them

and so were all chillin there, laughing whatever and at one point chris fucking pratt puts his head on my shoulder for a little bit and i dIeDddd

and eventually i fall asleep when we start watching emperors new groove and mind you im fucking next to chris pratt like uhhhh my GOD

so i wake up once the movies over and then go to the bathroom and come back and by then he has taken over the whole bean bag and im sad that i cant just get back and go back to sleep so i go back to my room

(hanna doesnt know what time i get back i think and im pretty sure it was around4 am) (emilous also not here bc she went home for the weekend)

sunday 2-3

so i decide hey i was productive yesterday and decide to return to his room to work on shit and try to get as much done before work in theevening

i finish around 1/2? and then i tell him im bored and i wanna do something before work but idk what so he says lets go to the rec room and its just the two of us and its chillin and he puts me on his story playing pool lmao

and then i go to work :(

but then THEN later after work i go for a run and end up back in his room and theres a couple other people there and so were all chilling (mind you this is around midnight)

and somehow i end up falling asleep on the bean bag next to this girl jon from my hall and (this is a secret in a secret) but i hear her get up at one point and then chris pratt then joins me and during the night im tossing and turning and leaning on him a bit (ughhhh i died a shit ton)

monday 2-4

so in the morning around 720 or so i wake up pay dumb and am like oh whend you get here and he explains and then hes like yeah i dont really know the girl who slept in my bed (one of jons friends) and i figured since im more comfortable with you id just move here (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me upppp) [please note that when i say fuck me up i dont mean that type of fuck]

alrighty thats what i remember that i havent told you, and then the other bit from the screen record was tuesday and now its thursday and here i am in guess whos room again

possibly staying the night lmao

but jons also here so its not like im staying the night staying the night

[lovemesomesurveys]

Are you interested in more than one person at the moment? I’m not interested in anyone in the romantic sense. What are you going to be doing later? Sleep, hopefully. The last kind of lotion you used, what does it smell like? It has a minty smell to it. Do you like flavored water? I like Vitamin Water and Propel flavored water. The brand that makes Vitamin Water made the best carbonated flavored water, but for some reason they discontinued it. I don’t normally like carbonated/sparkling water, but that one was good. My dad likes Perrier, but I think it tastes disgusting, like Alka-Seltzer. lol. I haven’t tried La Croix, which a lot of people rave about. I’ve also wanted to try Bubly and Hint water. Last night, did you talk to anyone until you fell asleep? No. What’s in your pockets? No pockets. I never use ‘em anyway.

Who are your last three missed calls from? Scammers or telemarketers.  What’s the biggest upcoming event for you? There isn’t anything coming up. Have you hung out with any guys recently? My brother. Are you single, taken, or on the prowl? Single. Do you use febreeze on your furniture? We spray it around and go lightly over the furniture.  What’s the longest you’ve went without eating? Not including the times I went like a week after surgical procedures, I’ve gone a few days without eating anything at all. There’s some days I eat very little.  Can you go a whole day without drinking any pop or eating any sweets? Yeah, I do that often. I don’t drink soda anymore, well okay apart from the little bit I use to take my medicine (I have to crush my pills and soda helps mask the taste the best), so I guess I couldn’t go completely without out, but I don’t drink like a can or 16oz bottle a day anymore like I used to. I rarely eat sweets now, too. Are you going to see any of your family today? I see my parents, younger brother, and doggo everyday.  Do you like your school? I’m done with school. Who’s the weirdest teacher at your school? How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? I didn’t. What’s the best thing about summer? If I’m able to go to the beach. That’s the only good thing, otherwise I despise summer. It’s hot and miserable and just adds to my already crappiness and miserableness.  Have you ever met anyone that DIDN’T let you down? My family. Have you ever felt completely lost? I do feel that way. Who do you talk to first when you’re upset? Usually no one. I’ll just vent about it in a survey or on Twitter. Or keep to myself. Would you rather someone just listen to you, or try to give you advice? If I do talk to someone, I’d prefer they just listened unless I asked for advice. Do you know anyone who has the same birthday as you? Yes. What’s your relationship with your number one? Number two? What was your last dream about? Random stuff as usual. Do you have nightmares often? No, thankfully. When I do; though, I sometimes wake up sobbing and shaking. Any certain thing that scares you when you think about it? A lot of things. Can you remember how old you were when your appearance started to matter? I would say when I started middle school. That’s when I first started suffering from low self-esteem and caring about what people thought of me. I remember looking in the mirror and just crying, find everything wrong with me. Not much has changed... Spring break or Fall break? We didn’t get fall break when I was in school, just spring, summer, and winter break. I liked any break from school. Are you fighting/agrueing with anyone? No. Your biggest fear is..?? Losing my loved ones is definitely one of them. What’s on the t.v. you’re watching? KUWTK is on, but I have the volume down and I’m not even watching it cause I’m watching/listening to an ASMR video. Are you worried about anything? Always. What SHOULD you be doing? I don’t have anything I SHOULD be doing right now. Have you sneezed today? Not so far. Passed gas? Honestly. lol no. Girls don’t do that, duh. Have you ever sneezed so hard that you passed gas? Lmao omg.

Do you think that love can conquer anything? Not anything. Have you ever stole anything from a store? When I was a kid I thought the candy from the big candy bins was for us to take freely. Whoops. How frequently do you pee at night? I usually just go once before I go to bed. Are you embarrassed of any of your family members? No. If anyone is embarrassing it’s me. Do you name your pet fish, if you have any? I don’t have any. I don’t think I named the ones I had as a kid, though. I had too many. Watch the news regularly? I read the news online regularly, sometimes on TV.  When have you felt, that your life was at it’s best? I don’t think I’ve ever felt that, but at least when I was in school I felt like I was doing something with my life and I had some motivation. Cowboy Killer’s..do you know what that phrase is referring to? Nope. Do your parents care about you cussing? I’m 30 years old, so no. They’d be surprised; though, because I’ve never cussed in front of them. My mom would jokingly tease me like, “Omg whaaat, Steph said *insert cuss word here*?!” My dad wouldn’t be mad, he’d just be caught off guard and would prefer I didn’t say it. My younger brother is dying to hear me cuss for some reason lol.  Who is your favorite person in the world? Not a person, but my doggo. How many times have you cried in a person’s arms? A few times. Has karma had it’s way of showing you that it’s real? I don’t believe in karma. Do you follow your horoscope religiously? No. I don’t believe in that stuff. Do you believe in all that crap? Nope. What happened to your last pair of sunglasses? I don’t own any. Who do you spend most of your time with? My family and myself, really.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[reject-princess97]

Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds (Part 6)

"Its OK Auntie Em, I promise, We'll let you know as soon as it happens and I'll make sure Spence take loads of photos." I smiled at my Aunt, through my laptop screen on Skype.

"Good." She smiled.

"So, how's London?" I asked.

"Oh, it's great, Nobody knows anything about me and Doyle except a few people so, it's like, starting a new." She explained, a huge smile plastered on her face.

Emily, moved to London a couple months back after she was offered a job. She was not feeling happy here, being around us all again after she "died", she felt different, so she left for the job and we speak all the time at about 1pm so around 6pm in London. Since I was about ready to give birth I was benched and given a desk job in the offices until I had had the baby and was ready to work again.

Currently Spence and the team were in Las Vegas, while I stayed behind with Garcia and as it was time to call Emily, I sat at my desk

I shifted, uncomfortably, as a sharp pain shot up my body, but I ignored it.

"I miss you Auntie Em, seem like this is worse than when you died." I told her, my hand began rubbing my tummy subconsciously.

"Hey, you will be fine, when you give birth, we can set up a meet up and I will meet him/her and we will spend some time together, just me you Spencer and the Baby." She smiled. "Speaking of which, are you and Spencer all settled in to the new house?" She asked. I nodded and smiled picking up my phone. "He's on a case right now." I explained and she nodded.

"Well wish them all luck." She told me.

"Actually they finished the case yesterday and Reid asked if the could spend on more night to be with his mum, She's worried that Spence won't see her when the baby comes so he stayed over with her. "

"How is she with the baby on the way? Is she..."

"She's just as excited as we are, when we told her she made the joke she was worried she would never had a grandchild." I told her. "Spence said she was asking about me and why I wasn't there and then she started telling him all these stories about him as a baby."

"What about the house, are you all finished unpacking?" she asked.

"Yeah, we just finished decorating the Baby's room so we are officially finished unpacking." I told her, holding up my phone to the camera to show a picture of the nursery.

The nursery was painted a dark blue, a huge wooden "A" nailed to the wall behind the crib. On the ceiling was a tiny lights and all the planets on the solar system, including Pluto.

"Wow, Dorothy it's beautiful, and "A" is that a clue the the name?" She smiled.

"Yeah it's been...fun, nobody knows the sex of the baby so they are driving me crazy trying to guess the name." I laughed.

"So, I guess Reid decorated?" She asked, I shook my head and she smiled.

"We both wanted decided on the space theme, we felt we both had the fascination with space and we wanted something he/she can enjoy the stars when he/she can't sleep."

"Well I think it's beautiful." She told me, I was about to speak when I saw Garcia pop up behind me.

"Emily, Hi!" She smiled, waving. Em waved back and turned around on her side and began speaking, at this point Garcia made a point to talk.

"Hotch just texted, the team are about to take off." She whispered. I nodded and thanked her before turning to see Em.

"Listen I gotta go, I have work that needs doing and..."

"No it's fine Em, I'm gonna go, I gotta pee anyway, I'll talk later." I told her.

"Sure, and hey next time I see you, you could be holding a baby Reid." She laughed making me and Garcia laughed.

"Oh god I wish, i'm just so...fed up." I laughed cringing a little as another shock of pain coursed though my body.

I said my goodbyes to Em and carried on with my work while Garcia ran of back to her "layer". I was typing on my Key bored and ignored the pain that kept coming until I couldn't take it no more. I picked up my phone and called Garcia into the bullpen.

"Hey, Dr P, What can I do you for?" She asked as another sharp pain shot down my body.

"Penny, I thing we need to call Reid." I cringed looking up at Garcia, placing a hand in my tummy. I stood and at that exact moment, I felt water rush down my leg.

"Y/N whats wrong?" She asked worried.

"I think my water just broke." I told her grabbing the table as I felt the worst pain I had ever felt take over my body.

"OH..OH..OH, OK Y/N let's get you to the hospital, I'll call Reid and tell him to meet us there."

"OK." I nodded and I let her lead me to the car park.

The car ride to the hospital was lang and painful and as we pulled up, Garcia took me into the hospital and sat me in a wheel chair.

"We need help over here, she's gone into labour and we need a Doctor." She called. Within seconds a doctor was at my side and wheeling me off, Garcia pulling out a phone and calling for Reid.

I was sat in a hospital bed for a couple hours, Garcia sat by me, couching me through each contraction until the door opened and in rushed Spencer.

"Y/N, how are you doing?" he asked and I looked at him and glared.

"How do you think I'm freaking doing?" I snapped, anger and annoyance taking over. "You know for a genius, you're not the smartest!" I snapped as another contraction came and I screamed...loud.

"Well that's me que to leave, Boy wonder, let me know how she gets on...Y/N...I love you and remember, Five minutes of pain, for a life time of happiness." She smiled kissing my head and rushing out of the door.

"I looked over at Reid and smiled sadly, "I'm sorry Spencer, it just hurts so bad and I..." I appologised

"I know, it's OK, you can yell and curse at me all you want, I will be right here all the way through it." He told me, kissing my forehead.

                                                                                       *************

I screamed and cried and swore for the next three hours until I heard the loud cry of my baby boy. The second he was placed in my arms, I didn't care about the pain, I didn't care about anything except the baby boy in my arms.

"Look at him, we made that Spence" I cried looking up at my boyfriend who had tears in his eyes.

"I'm so proud of you Y/N, he is amazing." He whispered placing a kiss on our sons head. The nurse came over and took him away to be cleaned and weighed. I felt my eyes become heavy and I felt drained of all energy.

"Spence I'm tired." I mumbled into his hand as I brought it up to my lips and kissed it.

"It's OK, you go to sleep, I will still be here when you wake up OK?"

I nodded and I felt myself drift off to the sound of Reid telling me how much he loved me.

*fifteen hours later*

I sat up on the hospital bed, still exhausted even after my second nap, but I was so extremely happy to the smile that lights up Spencer's face. His eyes were soft and tearful as he held the small bundle of joy in his arms.

"He really is beautiful" I smiled, pulling Spencer's attention on me for a second, letting him know I was awake once again. After a painful 12 hour labour, our baby boy was brought into this world and I fell asleep rather quickly. Around ten minutes ago I woke up and I just sat and watch Spence.

"Hey, you're awake." He smiled as he walked over. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat next to me on the bed.

"I'm OK, mostly tired but I'm not bothered. It was definitely worth it, just look at him." I cooed as I brought my finger to his cheek and softly stroked him cheek.

"So the doctor said once you wake up you can go home." He smiled as he gently placed our son in my arms. "It's about time for a feed anyway so you deal with that and I'll go find the Doc." He smiled as he placed a soft kiss on the top of my head before leaving. I smiled down and my baby and I could help but tear up a little.

"Well, are you hungry baby boy?" I whispered as I carefully shifted him in my arms and lifted my top, letting him latch on and soon he was feeding, letting out tiny noises as he did. "I guess so." I laughed to my self.

I watched as his eyes wondered around a little until they landed on me and I smiled down at him. My eyes never left my sons until there was a knock at the door and in walked Spencer and the doctor.

"Well, I can see you're already doing good at this, now we just need to do a few tests on you then you can leave. OK?" the Doc smiled as she pulled out her pen and before asking question and doing a few routine test at took around half and hour or so.

"OK, everything is great you're free to go home once your dressed. You have all the info you need on after birth care and you will need to keep on top of appointments and such. Miss Y/L/N you are officially a mother. Congratulations." She smiled before she left.

I smiled and gave Spencer the baby while I stood and changed. Spence placed the baby in the car seat and I grabbed everything I could before we left the hospital and made out way home.

"Well, this is going to be interesting." Spence smiled as his phone began to ring. I smiled and picked it up and turned it onto loud speaker. Before either of us could say anything the happy and excited sound of Garcia's voice filled the car.

"Boy genius, how is our girl?" She asked.

"She's fine Garcia, she's..."

"Sat right next to him and can hear you." I laughed interrupting Spencer making Garcia squeal again, only this time it was a little two loud, coursing the baby to whimper a little.

"Garcia, shhh please, you'll wake the baby." I hushed her and with in a second she was quiet.

"I'm sorry I didn't realise he was in the room with you." She appologised.

"He's not, were in the car on our way home. Y/N and the baby got the all clear and we on our way home." Spencer inforemed her.

"Oh OK, that's great. Well as everyone has just got back to Quontico so when you're ready, how about you call us so we can figure out visiting times" She asked and I could feel the excitement through the phone.

"Of course," I told her. I looked at Spencer, "Spence, Is in hour or two good for you or..?" I asked him.

"No, an hour is fine by me, as long as you're feeling up to it."

"I'm all ways up for some Garcia fun." I said, hearing Garcia and Spence laugh. "So Garcia, Give us a couple of hours and you can all come round." I told her. She let out a quiet squeal.

"Sound great." She told us.

"Could you let every body else know. I..."

"Oh, don't worry young Prentiss, I will make sure everyone is there." She interrupted me. We said our goodbyes and she hung up, leaving me and Spencer to ourselves for the rest of the ride home.

We pulled up at our house and I climbed out of the car. Reid followed close behind and pulled out the baby carrier and we both walked up into our house.

"Welcome home baby Reid." I smiled as Reid placed the carrier down carefully and I picked my son up. "We are going to make sure you are happy here." I told him.

"He's perfect Y/N." Reid said from beside me. "Thank you, for giving me the most amazing gift I could ever ask for." He smiled.

"Oh, it was a joint effort." I told him making his laugh

"I'm gonna go and shower, I'll be done soon." I smiled Kissing Spencer on the lips and Placing the baby in Reid's arms and walking off to the bathroom.

I showered and walked off back into our room to see Reid had put the baby in the baby basket in our room. I smiled down at him and ran my finger softly along the side of his face, over his nose and onto his lips. I smiled at him and lent over kissing his head. "I love you baby boy...to the moon and back.

I walked away and began to change into a pair of grey sweat pants, a white tee and a red oversized flannel. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put on a pair of my brightest, fluffiest bed sock I could find and sat on my bed and just lead back on to the head board  and just relaxed listening to my sons breathing until I once again, fell asleep.  

I was woken up by the door bell ringing and I smiled, knowing who it was. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opening it up only to find a giant teddy and a bunch of balloons.

"Hey!" I laughed as Garcia's head popped out from behind the teddy. Spence come over and helped her and the rest of the team followed after her.

"Here you are my dear, something for you." Dave smiled handing me a rather large boutique of pink and blue Roses.

"And for my God child!" Penelope smiled patting the Giant teddy on the head.

"They're perfect Thank you guys." Reid smiled taking the flowers from me and taking them into the Living room, the team and I following.

"So where is the baby?" JJ asked looking around.

"Sleeping" I smiled holding up the baby monitor with at the moment began making noises. I smiled and looked over at Spencer she motioned for me to go. I ran off and walked into my room, I picked up the baby and I calmed him and walked off back the the group.

"So, are you guys ready to meet the newest member of the Reid family?" I asked as I walked out from the bedroom and into the living room. The baby moved about in my arms as everyone crowded us and I smiled when his eyes opened to look around.

"Oh he is beautiful guys." Garcia squealed as she looked down.

"So, come on, what's his a name?" Derek asked. "Will I blush?" he smiled throwing his arm over Spencer's shoulder.

"No, we didn't name him Derek." Spencer sighed rolling his eyes and moving to stand by me. He smiled down at me and I nodded signalling for him to tell them.

"Guy's, I'd like to formally introduce you to Alexander David Morgan Reid." he announced as he smiled down at our son.

"Alexander because it's a good, sensible name. David after the best father figure I've ever had." I explained and looking over at Spencer who continued of me.

"Morgan, after the best big brother a guy like me could ask for and because David Derek didn't sound right." Spencer finished as he shrugged.

"And his name if just Reid. Not Prentiss-Reid, or Reid-Prentiss?" Rossi asked obviously joking.

"Nope." Spencer answered, popping the 'p' at the end of 'nope', "We figured Y/N will become a Reid at some point anyway so why mess around with perfection." Spence laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kiss my cheek.

"Alexander David Morgan Reid...I love it." JJ smiled as she looked over at Rossi and Morgan who both looked like they were both about to cry. "Can I hold him?" She asked and I nodded, carefully handing him over. I sat down on the couch. Letting everyone take there time fussing over Alexander and I sat quietly watching my family take photos and laugh at funny stories of Spence looking after Henry when he was a baby.

I felt the couch sink a little next to me and I turned to see Rossi smiling at me.

"And how are you misses? Do you feel OK?" He asked. I nodded and smiled.

"I'm wonderful Rossi, honestly, today is the happiest day of my life, nothing can top today." I smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you are happy, have you told Emily yet?" He asked and I shrugged.

"I haven't myself but I know Spencer called her when I went into labour." I smiled,

"You miss her?"

I nodded and smiled up at him "Yeah, I do. I'm not angry with her, for leaving, it's just I finally got used to having her around and then she left again." I told him as he gave me a slightly wary look.

"At least she said good bye this time and you know where she is to begin with." Rossi smiled placing he arm around my shoulder. "Just know that in London, she is happy and where she's supposed to be. Doing what she loves." He smiled pulling me into his arms. I smiled up at him and laughed.

"Thanks Dad." I joked making him laugh.

"Any time kid." I lent my head onto his shoulder and watched as Spencer smiled down at Alexander who was now in his arms.

"My child is going to grow up to call grandpa, you know this right?" I laughed, not moving my head from Rossi's shoulder. He pulled me close and I felt him laugh.

"I would be offended if he didn't," He chuckled.

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Superwholock Extravaganza: Sam Edition

Gif not mine

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff

Words: 4680

A/N: So part 2 of the Superwholock extravaganza is here! Which will now be spread over fourish days, since I simply don’t have the time to write more than one of these uber long fics per day. Next up: Eleventh Doctor!

Episode 2: Touch of Stone

“Please tell me we’re almost there,” You groaned from where you were sprawled in the back seat of the Impala.

“Should be about another hour,” Dean said from the front seat. “Why, do you gotta pee or something?”

“What? No,” You said, rolling your eyes. “No offense, but I am tired of seeing the inside of this car.”

Dean huffed, seemingly taking offense anyways, and Sam sighed. “We’ve been driving for over a day, Dean. In her defense, I’m tired of seeing the inside of the Impala too.”

“Of course, you’d rush to Y/N’s defense,” Dean grumbled. “After all, I’m only your brother.”

Sighing, you stared out the window. “We’ve been in this car too long.”

“Agreed,” Sam said. “I want to sleep in a real bed.”

“I want to know why the hell Bobby has us going all the way to Minnesota,” Dean said, glancing over at Sam.

“He didn’t give any sort of explanation?” You asked. “I thought you said -”

“I said he didn’t give us any sort of clear explanation,” Dean said. “All he said was that there was some sort of infestation, and that he called in a few favors.”

“Which means…” Sam trailed, “what, exactly?”

“I’ll let you know when I find out,” The eldest Winchester snorted. “He just said to be at some abandoned warehouse tomorrow by eleven.”

“A.M., right?” You clarified. “It better be eleven A.M.”

“Yes,” Dean confirmed. “Eleven in the morning.”

Sam wrinkled his brow. “That’s it? Did he tell you who he called for favors?”

“Nope, just to be expecting them. Says we can’t miss ‘em,” Dean said with a shrug. “Whatever the hell that means.”

“Yeah, well, at any rate,” You said, leaning against the window, “I’m going to try and catch a nap. Wake me when we get there.”

“Sure thing,” Sam said, flashing you a thumbs up and a smile before you closed your eyes to try and get some rest.

“No, Bobby, I’m asking why I’m in Minnesota and who exactly it is that you have sent to help us!” Dean exclaimed angrily, pacing angrily back and forth in the room the three of you had rented. You and Sam exchanged glances. Obviously, Dean wasn’t getting very far in his attempt to wring information out of Bobby, who wasn’t usually this tight-lipped about things. Whatever Bobby had said must have irritated Dean further, since he gave a vicious scowl. “What do you mean we won’t understand? Bobby, we deal with angels and demons as a job, I think we’ll understand. No - no, don’t patronize me! You hold back information and we could get killed out there!”

“So this call seems to be going well,” You muttered to Sam, who had laid down on the bed beside you, pulling you on to his chest.

You could feel his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Dean will figure it out. Whatever Bobby is hiding, it must be important.”

“- just don’t understand why you’re being so difficult!” Dean was ranting. “Wha - what’s that supposed to mean, not deadly? Bobby, I swear if you tell me we’ve come up here for a damn rat infestation, I’m going to set Crowley on your ass! No, it doesn’t matter that we’re not on the best of terms, I’m sure he’d be happy to do it for fun!”

“Should we…” You said, gesturing towards Dean.

“Nah,” Sam said. “He can handle it. Besides, I don’t want to piss him off more, do you?”

“Definitely not,” You agreed. “Worse comes to worst, we go in blind. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Very true,” He hummed. “What should we do in the meantime? Sleep or food?”

“What, the great Sam Winchester doesn’t want to do some research?” You teased him.

“Please, I’m too tired for that,” He said with a smile.

You nestled into his chest. “Sleep it is.”

“I wonder if we did something to piss Bobby off,” Dean mused, the three of you leaned against the Impala. It was the following morning, the three of you arriving at the warehouse an hour before you were supposed to be there. You had taken a peek inside, but the only thing you saw were creepy statues, so you quickly decided against exploring for the moment.

“We’ve gone on a hunt with less, Dean,” Sam said reasonably from where he stood, an arm draped protectively around your shoulders. “Besides, I did some searching earlier and found a little information, so we’re not going in completely unprepared.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. “Apparently, people disappear around this place a lot. Though why they’re hanging around such a creepy warehouse is beyond me.”

“Yeah, those angel statues are disturbing, feels like they’re staring at you,” Sam said.

Dean scoffed. “Please, you’re all just jumpy. I can’t believe Bobby didn’t tell us who he sent, at any rate.”

“Probably just some other hunters,” You reasoned. “What else would he mean by specialists?”

Sam gave a slight snort. “Who knows, it’s Bobby.”

“Fair point,” You said, checking your watch. “It’s almost eleven, and there’s no sign of anyone.”

“Well, you know how hunters are,” Dean said with a huff. “Always late.”

You gave an amused half-laugh, eyes spotting a car coming down the road towards you. “We’ve got company.”

Dean checked his weapon, making sure it was loaded and within easy reach, while you and Sam did the same. Sam gave you a concerned glance. “We have no idea what to expect here, so just stay close to me, okay?”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Sam,” You soothed him. “But if it makes you feel any better, than I will.”

He gave you a soft, relieved smile. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” You nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before redirecting your attention back on the car.

“It looks like two men,” Dean said, hand on his gun. “You sense anything fishy, and I mean anything -”

“Don’t worry, Dean,” You said. “We have done things like this before, in case you had forgotten.”

He shot you an annoyed look as the car slowed to a stop. There was a long moment before the car was turned off, the three of you warily facing Bobby’s unknown favors, watchful and uncertain. You noticed that Sam had nudged you slightly behind him, shielding your body with his. Then the men got out. The passenger came first, a shorter-than-average blond man, who was regarding you and the Winchesters with distrust. He said something to the driver, who kicked open his door and got out. He had a mop of dark hair and pale, sharp eyes that felt as if they were cutting you to your very core. To you, he seemed very familiar, as if you had seen him before.

“Bobby Singer sent us,” The tall one said, and the pieces suddenly fell into place.

“That’s Sherlock Holmes,” You murmured to Sam. “The British detective.”

“You don’t look like hunters,” Dean said bluntly.

“That’s because they’re not, Dean,” Sam said. “That’s Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective from Britain, and John Watson, who helps him with cases.”

“Well then why the hell did Bobby send you?” Dean asked.

Sherlock’s lips gave an odd half-quirk. “Well, I owed him a favor, and he sounded pretty desperate. Said there was some sort of -”

“Infestation,” You finished. “Yeah, we know. I’m Y/N, and these are the Winchesters.”

“Dean and…” John Watson trailed.

“Sam,” Your boyfriend provided. “Did Bobby not tell you anything either?”

“Nothing past there being an infestation,” Sherlock said. “I tried calling last night, but the line was busy.”

Sam snorted. “I think we know why. Did he tell you who the last person was?”

“He didn’t breath a word,” Sherlock said. “Now, I must ask what you meant by us not being ‘hunters’. Obviously, you did not mean that in the traditional sense of the word. The three of you evidently live out of your car there, and discount motels, from the state of your clothes.” The three of you glanced down at your clothes questioningly.

“Wait a minute, what’s wrong with our -” Dean was cut off before he could finish speaking.

“The three of you have no distinct accent, which indicates that you move around a lot, and it’s clear that Dean here has a maximum of a high-school education, and you two can’t have much more, which begs the question as to -” You never did get to hear the rest of Sherlock’s question, because at that moment a wheezing sound came from behind the Impala. The three of you spun around in time to see a what seemed to be a large blue telephone box appearing next to the Impala.

“Okay,” Dean said as the noise stopped. “What the hell?”

“I -” You started, then stopped. “Yeah, I got nothing.”

“Hello!” The head that popped out of the police box was nearly shot by you, Sam, and Dean, and the owner of said quickly withdrew. “I’d appreciate not being shot, thanks!”

“I take it this is the last person?” You said slowly.

“Bobby Singer sent me, if that makes any difference!” He called from the box. The five of you shared glances. “Can I come out now?”

“Alright, come on out,” Dean ordered. “Nice and slow. Hands first.”

“I’m not going to shoot you!” The man exclaimed as he emerged, showing his hands. He was dressed oddly, wearing a tweed suit and red bowtie, along with a fez on his head. You decided not to ask. “I’m the Doctor, by the way! And you are…”

“Sherlock Holmes and John Watson,” Sherlock introduced first, nodding towards John.

“I’m Dean Winchester,” Dean said. “This is my brother Sam, and that’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What a pleasure!” The Doctor enthused. You came to the conclusion that he was, indeed, a rather odd man. “Bobby never let me meet any of his friends. We met, oh, twenty years or so ago - for him, anyways - when he was on a hunt. He wouldn’t let me help, though. To think I didn’t even realize what was prowling around on this Earth of yours!”

“Care to explain the box?” You questioned, beyond confused at this point. Nothing the man was saying made any sense. You had half a mind to call Bobby, and force him to explain what was going on.

“Oh, yes, yes, right!” The Doctor said. “This is the TARDIS! It stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. It’s a time machine! Well, a time and space machine, though she doesn’t like to take me where I ask.”

“She?” You asked. You weren’t sure why the TARDIS being a she struck you as the most odd out of everything he had just said.

“Yes,” He said. “The TARDIS is a she! Speaking of she’s, where is Amy?”

“Amy?” John echoed faintly from behind you. “Do I even want to know who -”

“She’s my companion!” The Doctor said. “Oh, and Rory, of course, I’m sure they’re just off somewhere… kissing, I suppose.”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “Are you sure Bobby isn’t just pissed at one of us?”

“Fairly certain,” Sam murmured, giving a small huff of laughter.

“So you have a time machine,” Sherlock said. He was currently investigating around the TARDIS, no doubt searching for mirrors or the likes. “I suppose, since there’s no other way to explain something like that…”

“Yes, of course she’s a time machine,” The Doctor said, looking almost offended. “It’s not just smoke and mirrors, that’d be ridiculous.”

“Kind of like your clothes,” Dean quipped, moving on before the Doctor could respond. “So, where the hell did you even get such a thing? How do you know Bobby?”

“I’m a Time Lord,” The Doctor said, something distracting him since he leaned back into the TARDIS. Two people emerged - a feisty looking redhead, who you assumed was Amy, and her husband, Rory. “Oh, there you two are! Ponds, meet Sam, Dean, Y/N, Sherlock, and John! They’re the people that Bobby mentioned.”

“Yes, speaking of Bobby,” Dean said slowly. “I don’t know if I’ve asked yet, but how do you know Bobby?”

“Oh! Right! Yes, well I was investigating what I thought to be some alien activity -” Dean choked, but the Doctor ignored him, “- and I stumbled upon a young Bobby Singer, right in his prime! Turns out we were investigating the same thing, if you can believe it, and eventually I realized it was more his area, you know, werewolves and all, so when he denied my help I left him to it!”

“Werewolves?” Sherlock repeated. “Aliens? Are you all crazy, those things don’t exist!”

“Try telling that to good ol’ Luci, here,” Dean muttered sarcastically. Sam scowled, and you repressed a smile. “Look, man, we hunt werewolves, among other things, for a living. Compared to our lives, yours is absolutely mundane.”

“Okay,” John said slowly. “But… aliens?”

“Yes,” The Doctor said. “I’m an alien, at least to you, anyways. I’m what people call a Time Lord.”

“Don’t want to know,” You mumbled. “Don’t want to know.”

“You know what, I really don’t,” Dean said. “Want to know, I mean. Let’s just get down to business. Do any of you know why Bobby called us here?”

“No,” Sherlock said.

“Nope!” The Doctor said cheerfully, not looking bothered.

“Not a clue,” You provided, ignoring Dean’s look. “The most he told us was that there was some sort of infestation.”

“Do you think he would tell us, now that we’ve… figured things out?” Amy asked slowly. “I mean, he wouldn’t just call us together for nothing, would he?”

“Well, worth a shot,” Dean said, quickly dialing Bobby on his cell. He put it on speaker.

“I already told you, boy, that I can’t tell you anything until you’ve met with everyone!” Bobby exclaimed from over the phone.

“Everyone is already here, Bobby,” Dean said.

“Hello!” The Doctor yelled cheerfully.

“Sherlock too?” Bobby asked.

“That is what people mean when they say ‘everyone’, Billy,” Sherlock said.

“It’s Bobby,” Sam corrected. Sherlock didn’t look like he cared.

“You’re all here then. Good,” Bobby said. “Like I told you all already, there’s a bit of an infestation.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” You asked.

“This is a bit more up the Doctor’s alley, but I caught wind of many disappearances happening right around the warehouse your standing outside of. Rufus sent it up my way, said he couldn’t find anything.”

“And you’re sure it’s not just kidnapping?” Sherlock asked. “That does tend to be the leading cause of disappearances.”

“Yeah, I know that!” Bobby snapped. “So I went up and checked it out for myself. See, after I met the Doctor a couple decades back, I did some research on things that were more up his alley, so that I could send stuff like that his way when I found it. Backstory aside, I come up to that warehouse you all are parked outside of, and you know what I find?”

“No,” The Doctor said, looking excited. “What?”

“Weeping angels. The damn warehouse is chock-full of ‘em. While they usually stay generally inside that place, a couple have strayed out, causing the disappearances.” Bobby explained.

Sam raised his eyebrows. “And what are weeping angels? I’ve never heard of them.”

“They’re not like the angels you’re thinking of, boy. They’re not like Cas. They’re extraterrestrial in origin, and they send people back in time and feed on the energy produced from that. Almost worse than death, in a way.”

“I told you something was weird about those statues!” You exclaimed victoriously.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said gruffly. “So how do we get rid of them?”

“There are a couple ways,” The Doctor filled in for Bobby, taking over the explanation. “Mirrors, so that they’re staring at themselves, get them to all stare at each other, or destroy them to rubble, through an explosion or something. Here’s the thing, though: if any of you get zapped back, I can’t get back to you. So don’t get touched by them.”

“All we have to do is not touch them, then,” John said. “Seems easy enough.”

“No, you don’t understand,” The Doctor said. “They move when you’re not looking.”

“What?” You all asked together.

“They take up a form of stone when they’re being viewed, which is both their best protection and their greatest weakness. But the moment you look away, the moment you blink… they move. Astoundingly quickly. And that’s how they get you, especially since you’re not expecting it. After all, who expects a statue to move?”

“You’re saying that all those statues in there…” You said slowly, gesturing towards the warehouse. “Are all weeping angels. And if me, Sam, and Dean had got in there…”

“Now you’re getting it,” The Doctor said. “You would have disappeared without a trace, just like the others.”

“You sound like you’ve got a pretty good understanding of things, now,” Bobby said. “So I’ll leave you all to it.”

“Wait, Bobby -” Dean started, but Bobby had already hung up. “Great. So what do we do?”

Everyone stared expectantly at the Doctor. He blinked. “Well… how many are in there?”

“Take a look for yourself,” You said, nodding towards the warehouse. “There’s a couple windows you can see through over here.”

“So they know we’re here, then?” John said as you led everyone over to the windows you had found earlier.

“I guess,” You said. “But there’s a bunch of us, and as long as everyone is looking in a different direction, we should be able to keep them at bay. But that won’t last forever, so does anyone have any ideas?”

“Explosives?” Dean suggested.

“Or sledgehammers,” Sam said.

“What if we just boarded it up, blocked it off from everyone,” John asked.

Sherlock shook his head. “Have you even been listening, John? Sooner or later, the building will be torn down, and then Minnesota will have a bit of an angel problem.”

Sam let out a half-laugh. “We know a thing or two about angel problems. But not the weeping kind.”

“Right,” Sherlock said. “What if we brought in a wrecking ball? Take out most of them, have the rest of you out with sledgehammers to get rid of the survivors.”

“Where would we get a wrecking ball?” Rory asked. “If we went that way, I mean.”

“No idea,” The Doctor shrugged before gesturing towards you and the Winchesters. “They’re the Americans, ask them.”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know, steal one?”

“Great plan,” You said sarcastically. “Let’s just steal a wrecking ball and hope no one notices.”

“They asked!” He protested.

“That is a lot of angels,” The Doctor observed, and you thought you detected a certain amount of nervousness in his voice. “Can we revisit the explosives idea?”

Dean shot you and Sam smug grins, and the two of you punched him. He winced, rubbing his arm. “Well how much explosives would we need to get rid of all those angels?”

“A good question,” The Doctor said.

“Just ask Sherlock,” John said. “Sherlock?”

“Hmm…” The detective said, looking lost in thought.

“Guys, what if we -” But you never got to finish your question, because the world had dissolved around you.

You groaned, rubbing your head and pushing yourself to your feet. What happened? Where were you?

“Easy there,” A voice behind you said, causing you to jump and spin around, hand reaching for your gun. You relaxed when you saw it was nothing more than an elderly man. “You look like you took a nasty fall. Are you alright?”

“Yes,” You said. “If you don’t mind me asking, where am I?”

“Kansas,” The man said. “Laurence, Kansas, to be exact.”

“Laurence?” You asked, shocked. “And, uh, what day is it?”

“Tuesday,” He said.

“This is going to sound really weird,” You said, “but what year is it?”

“1974, my dear,” He said. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks,” You said, schooling your expression. “It’s all coming back to me now. Can you do one more thing for me?”

“Of course,” He said with a kind smile.

“Can you point me in the direction of the Campbell house?” You asked.

He pointed off down the road to your left. “Just down that road about a mile. You friends with them? They’re odd folk.”

“I’m their cousin, actually,” You said, thinking something up off the fly. “I just moved here from the city.”

“Wow, must have been some transition,” He said, sounding impressed.

“Yes…” You agreed. “Now, I really have to go, if you don’t mind. Thanks for all your help!”

“Of course, my dear,” He said. “Have a lovely night!”

“You too,” You said slowly, walking down the right towards the Campbell house. 1974, 1974, 1974, your brain kept saying. You realized a weeping angel must have gotten you, and you hoped that it hadn’t gotten anyone else. Sam… He would be devastated, if he wasn’t able to get you back. First Jess, then you - you were worried it might all turn out to be too much for him. “You can’t do anything about it now,” You muttered to yourself. “Once I find the Campbells, maybe they’ll be nice enough to take me in, if I’m lucky. Otherwise…”

Turns out, you were very lucky. As it happened, this was after Dean had traveled back in time, and a short explanation to Samuel cleared everything up. They welcomed you, albeit reluctantly, though it wasn’t long before you were going out on hunts with them. You had hoped that together along with Sherlock and the Doctor, the Winchesters would have been able to figure out a way to bring you back. But as the days ticked away into weeks, you were rapidly losing hope.

“Keep your chin up, kiddo,” Samuel said, pulling you out of your thoughts as he gave your shoulder a pat. “I’m sure they’ll be able to get you eventually. It’s only a matter of time.”

You sighed, staring listlessly at the floor. “I hope so. But what if -”

“Now, none of that,” He said sternly. “If you’re set on moping, I have some research that you can do instead. At least keep yourself occupied.”

“Alright,” You reluctantly agreed, heaving another sigh and standing to your feet. Following after him towards the library, leaned against the door frame. “What sort of thing should I be looking for?”

“I need you to find out all you can about the Benet house,” Samuel said. “So you may have to go to the library in the morning. Until then, find out what you can about djinn, I have a friend out in Kentucky who needs some information.”

“Sure,” You said, pulling out the appropriate books and setting them on the desk with a thump. You heard Samuel leave a few minutes, and was busy scrawling down information when he reappeared.

“Y/N? You’ve got a guest,” He said.

You glanced up. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. Is it Mary?”

“Nope,” He said, stepping aside to reveal Castiel.

“Cas!” You exclaimed, bolting out of your chair. You were so relieved to see him, you tackled the angel in a hug. He stiffened, patting you awkwardly. “I’m so glad to see you!”

“Evidently,” He said, gently pushing you away. “I’m glad I was able to find you.”

“Where have you been?” You demanded. “I’ve been stuck here for over a month! No offense, Samuel.”

“None taken,” Samuel said with a half-smile.

“Yes, well, the weeping angels have a similar effects on actual angels, too, it seems,” Castiel said. “It was hard to narrow down exactly where in time you were, I had to take my best guess. It’s taken three times to actually get a version of you that isn’t old.”

“I get old?” You asked. That, at the very least, was something you weren’t expecting. “As a hunter, I never thought…”

“Anyways,” Cas interrupted. “I’m here to take you back. With my help, the group was able to destroy the weeping angels. They are hardy creatures, I must admit. And they don’t particularly like me, though it may be because they cannot send me back in time like a normal human.”

“Fascinating,” You said, voice holding a tinge of sarcasm. “How long has it been for you guys?”

“Once I return you to the right place, it will have only been a few hours,” Castiel said. “So I am ready whenever you are.”

You nodded, glancing at Samuel. You stuck out your hand to him. “Thanks for all you’ve done for me, Samuel. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, kid,” He said gruffly. Surprisingly, he pulled you into a hug. “You’re a damn good hunter, and I’m gonna miss you. You’ve become like family. Be good to my grandson, huh?”

“Don’t worry, I will,” You said with a broad smile, stepping back. “Tell Deanna I said goodbye?”

“Of course,” Samuel said, giving you a nod. “Good luck, kid.”

“You too,” You said. Cas placed a hand on your shoulders, and your stomach gave a violent jerk as he took you back home.

“Y/N!” Sam exclaimed in relief as you and Cas appeared. The angel had taken you back outside the warehouse you had started out in - or what was left of it, anyways. Looked like they had decided to use explosives after all. The next thing you knew, Sam had engulfed you in his arms, nose buried in your hair. “You have no idea how worried I was. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You said, thankful to be back in his arms. You had missed Sam over the month you had spent with his grandfather. “It’s been a month for me. Cas said it was hard for him to locate me, something about the weeping angels.”

“What’s important is you’re back,” Dean said. “Where’d you get zapped to, anyways?”

“Laurence, Kansas, if you can believe it,” You said. “1974. I explained what happened to Samuel, and he took me in.”

“Our grandfather?” Dean asked in surprise. “Wow, I never would have guessed. You got lucky, then.”

“Very,” You agreed. “Living without the internet sucked, though. But other than that…”

Sam cut you off, kissing you earnestly and ignoring Dean’s disgusted protest. “Guys, really…” You gave him the finger behind Sam’s back.

“So glad that got sorted out!” The Doctor exclaimed cheerfully as the two of you broke apart. “Sorry I couldn’t of more help, the TARDIS can’t travel to certain points, it’s really quite bothersome…”

You gave him a look, and noticed that Sherlock wasn’t around. “Did Sherlock leave already?”

“Yeah, he left after the weeping angels were taken care of,” Dean said. “Apparently, an emergency came up back in Britain so he and John had to head back.”

“Ah,” You said. “Nobody else got zapped, then?”

“No,” Castiel said. “Just you. The one that touched you was destroyed before it could send anyone else back, which was fortunate. It would have been much harder trying to find two people, rather than just one.”

“Lucky us,” You said sarcastically. You felt Sam chuckle, as he had yet to release you from his protective embrace. “Say, I’m up for a good cheeseburger. Anyone else?”

“Agreed!” Dean said, pulling the Impala keys out of his pocket. “I know a place. Doctor, Cas, you coming?”

“I will pass, thanks,” Castiel said, lifting his hand in a wave before disappearing.

The Doctor also declined. “You know how it is, so much to see, so little time! Though if you ever need me, just call, I love a good adventure!”

“Sounds good,” Dean said, the three of you saying your farewells as the Doctor climbed into the TARDIS. It disappeared from sight several moments later, making an unhealthy-sounding wheeze along the way.

“Well that… was an experience,” You said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Dean agreed. “So… cheeseburgers?”

“Yes,” You said instantly, pulling away from Sam after giving his lips a peck and heading towards the Impala.

“Sure,” Sam said. “And, from now on, let’s leave aliens to the Doctor.”

You gave a snort. “Agreed.”

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DARCE I FINALLY THOUGHT OF THE PROMPT I WANTED TO REQUEST FROM U!! literally,,,,,literally anything with the protective jake dynamic from maximum security,,,,i would cry so many tears,,,,i WILL cry so many tears,,,bless ur soul thank u in advance i love u dearly

on this week’s episode of Em Wants Me Dead,,,,

in all honesty I rewrote this a few times because I wanted to be completely certain I was hitting that protectiveness right but dear God this prompt came for my soul

anyway HERE

Amy shifts over in her cell bed, wishing to hell she couldrip this stupid fake baby bump off and sleep in an actual, comfortable bed. Sheneeds sleep, desperately, but all she can think about is Maura, and Figgis, andJake.

Jake.

The way he’d triedto protect her. The way he’dadmitted he couldn’t be here while she wassurrounded by these women.

It’s notthe first time she’s seen him protective, not byfar- but it’s perhaps only the secondtime she’s seen him act upon it. Thefirst time was years ago, not long into her job at the nine-nine. It’s perhaps one of her first memoriesof them as real friends, real partners. Warmth spills into her system at thethought of it.

It’sstrange, in a way, she thinks, the fondness this memory elicits- the first timeAmy knew that Jake Peralta would always have her back just so happened tocoincide with one of the saddest days of her life.

Shifting her head against a thin pillow, Amy lets her minddrift, finding the moment and replaying it, in every little detail, letting itlull her to sleep.

 ***

 “Y’okay?”

It’s thisvoice, amongst a sea of others, that catches Amy’sattention. Her eyes rise from her computer screen, and it’s like she comes back to life,snapping out of a daydream; suddenly, she’sstarkly aware of how dry her eyes feel, from staring absently at her screen,and of the concerned expression with which Jake examines her.

“Yeah, uh,” she clears her throat, “yeah. I’m fine.”

“Sure? Y’know, it’s almost the end of the day anyway, I don’t mind taking you home if you’re not feelin’ it.” Jake saysit simply, like it’s nothing, but she knows it’s a favour, a pity-offer.

“That’s nice,” shereplies genuinely, “but I’m really okay. Just tired.”

“Sure. Hey, I think there’s some takeout in the break room, ifyou’re hungry.”

“Oh, okay,” she says quietly, smiling gratefullyover at him.

She clears her throat again, attempting to expel thattightness in her chest, and stands up, deciding a snack and some cold water tothe face     will wake her up a little-she’s still got work to do, and she’s not packing up any time soon.

As she moves, she subconsciously feels herself avoidingeyes. The whole squad’s beenwatching her, and she knows it. Just this morning, her grandfather passed away-and she would have been able to keep it secret, were it not for the fact thatGina had answered the phone this morning, apparently expecting one of Amy’s “nerdfriends” and instead being greetedwith her tearful mother.

It’s notlike she minds things like this interfering with her work day- in fact, she’s more distracted by the devastationaching through her mind and her body, like a numbness just waiting to build up intotears. It’s just the fact that everyoneknows, and everyone’s treading on eggshells around her.She’s barely worked here a year, justabout falling into a rhythm with everyone, and now, just because she’s not quite close enough with anyoneyet, it’s fallen into awkwardness.Even Jake, the biggest pain in her ass since she picked up this job, is beingunbearably kind.

Quickly, she heads for the break room, sighing to herself inrelief at the slight stretch in her legs from standing up and moving around, apleasant contrast to what must have been at leastfifteen minutes sat in silence.

Once she’s inthe breakroom, she finds herself exhaling deeply, finally out of sight fromeveryone else. On the table are a few boxes; some tacos, some chips, somefries- it’s bland, but it’ll do, she thinks, picking at itmindlessly.

It’ssoothing, filling her up quickly.

Right up until, that is, a piercing shout comes from thebullpen.

“HEY!”

It’s Rosa’s voice, but it’s too loud, too much of a warning.

Before she really knows what she’s doing, Amy’s feetare carrying her into the bullpen. It’s aperp, and he’s running- straight towardsher. Rosa’s on the ground next to herdesk, grabbing her shin and breathing hard through gritted teeth. She’s been hurt.

“Amy!” Rosa yells, and at once, Amy snaps back to life. With notime to grab her gun, she’sthrowing herself towards the burly man headed towards her, aiming to debilitatehim with perfect procedure- but he’s twosteps ahead of her, latching onto her wrist and spinning her round so she’s in front of him, held tightly infront of him with her arm behind his back.

“Let me walk and I won’t grab her gun,” he says casually, as if he’s done this a thousand times before.Come to think of it, Amy realises, he probably has. Her mind buzzes, her heartpounding in her chest, immediately thinking about what to do next. Knock himout? Make a move? Stay still?

The entire room is at a complete standstill- Rosa, Charles,and Terry all have their guns pointed at him, which only makes Amy feel sick;while those guns are pointed at him, they’repointed at her, too.

Her eyes scam the bullpen for Jake, but he’s out of his desk, nowhere to be seen.Great. Probably gone for a pee, entirely clueless.

She tightens a little, trying to pull away, but he onlygrabs her tighter, causing her to grimace a little. What a day- losing a familymember, experiencing her most awkward, sad, and slow day at work yet, and beingused as a meat-shield by a runaway perp.

“You’ve got five,” hesays calmly- his voice reverberates against Amy’s back,almost making her shiver. “Four,three, two- unf”

He’s cutoff as he drops to the floor.

Amy spins round to see Jake, holding the guy’s hand behind his back, keeping himagainst the floor with his foot. The whole room seems to breathe a sigh ofrelief; Rosa, though she clearly shouldn’t bewalking, heads straight towards them, and soon enough Terry’s moving over too. Jake, however,remains entirely focused on Amy, his expression still, and tense, and worried,entirely fixated among the chaos of the room.

Terry’smuttering something to the perp about CCTV, and the charges he’s just added for himself byassaulting a cop. Rosa’shissing curses under her breath. Charles is explaining the entire situation toMcGinley, who apparently missed the whole thing.

To Amy, it’s allan even thicker blur, stood watching it all happen, and directly in the middleof it all is Jake, his voice repeating over and over again at her.

“Amy.” His voice is quiet, but he’s allshe really hears.

“I’m fine, thank you for… for…” she says dismissively, moving awayfrom the centre of the bullpen, her head pounding. Air. She needs air.

Faster than she anticipated, she’s outside, sinking against the wall to her knees. Thelate-Autumn Brooklyn evening whispers a brief shiver down her spine, and herarm aches gently from where

His voice catches up with her, but she’s already lost herself, anxietythrumming painfully in her mind, pushing her until she’s curling up, her head dropping into her hands.

“Amy.” He’sbeside her, crouched down, his hand on her arm. “Did hehurt you?”

“I don’t-”

“Did he hurt you?” Jake’s voiceis firm, far more protective than she’s everheard him before. It has her a little taken aback, just for a moment. She feelsherself starting to focus again, the fear slipping away, and she looks up athim. His face is almost angry, brow furrowed, to the point where it almostworries her. She’s never seen him like this.

“No, I’m fine.”

“I could’ve punched him,” Jake mutters resentfully, rollinghis eyes. “I can’t believe it was you… andwith the day you’ve had, too”

“Has that happened before?”

“Yeah. Although, in my fouryears on the force, I’ve onlyseen two other runners.”

“Idiots,” she says quietly, pressing the backof her wrist against her eye. “Y’know, I could have dealt with that bymyself. I was about to go for his stomach with my elbow.” She knows she’s beingstubborn, but she’d rather die than look weak.

“Yeah, I know, are youkidding?” Jake says, smiling in thatway he always does towards her defensiveness. Any other day, she’d find it annoying. Right now, thenormality of it is so perfect it almost makes her cry. “I acted on instinct. Something about seeing you like thatmade me move, without thinking. Eh, I don’t know.”

“Probably a pretty stupidmove,” Amy grins, and he laughs alittle.

“Next time I’ll let you fight your corner.”

“Thanks.”

Jake laughs.

“No,” she interjects, “I meanthank you for helping me.”

“Don’t be stupid, anyone would have done it for their partner,for their friend.”

She smiles over at him for a moment. They don’t move, the noise of Brooklyn trafficfilling the silence between them.

“I think I need to go home,” she says quietly.

“Let me take you.”

“No, it’s fine, really.”

“Amy,” he looks at her simply, “I’m not letting you go home alone. You’ve lost someone important and justbeen attacked.”

“I wasn’t attacked,” she mutters. Jake doesn’t reply, just looking at her,eyebrows raised. “Okay, fine,” she gives in. “I need to get my stuff.” She stands up and brushes herselfdown, inwardly praying she’s notsat in anything gross.

“Nope, I’m being a good friend now, this is it,this is my duty-” he jumps in, and before shecan object he’s running back into theprecinct.

Within minutes, he’s backby her side, leading her to his car, chatting about some candy store downtownthat sells the exact brand of Mexican gummy bears he likes, and it’s dark outside, and cold, and all sheneeds to do is sit in his passenger seat and listen.

And when she starts to cry, silently, letting this awful dayescape her, and he apologises, she knows it’s notfor his stories about candy. It’s forthis absolute bitch of a world.

In the darkness, she finds herself leaning across her seatinto his arms, and crying, for lord only knows how long, in a feat that neitherof them will mention for months.

He’s warm,and still, and accepting. Calm. Ready to be there for her, just as he’d been in the bullpen.

And though it’s along while before she’lladmit it, it’s the safest she’s ever felt.  

Safest she’ll everfeel.

#my babes #get u a friend/lover like this #thank u for the prompt em I loved it <3 #my writing #jake x amy #b99 fic #asks #prompts #elsaclack

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1-50

1. what’s the best thing that happened to you today? i took a fat ass nap

2. where do you see yourself living in 10 years? hopefully somewhere warm or atleast pretty

3. apartment or house? house

4. has your aesthetic changed at all in the last year? nope

5. what is something you’re proud of? wow these questions make me seem lame

6. name three books that changed your life. i wouldn’t say they changed my life but i love the divergent series & of course the PLL series.

7. do you have a favorite podcast? yes, crime junkie

8. what three songs can you not get enough of right now? like that-bea miller, anything billie, better anyway-lauren sanderson

9. favorite quote? life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take your breath away

10. state an unpopular opinion that you have. you can be gay & still love jesus

11. if you could live in any other decade, when & where would you choose? probably just to be an adult in the 90s

12. describe your ideal date? already did

13. are you currently crushing on anybody? crushing? such a weird way to put it but i suppose

14. if you could have dinner with anybody, who would it be? my nanny wheeler

15. what time do you usually go to sleep & wake up? when my heart desires unless i get a call to sub. & then it’s 11 pm & 6:20AM

16. what’s your favorite instrument? drums all day

17. what song do you love dancing to? bellyache-billie eilish

18. what’s a topic that you wish you knew more about? survival techniques 😂

19. got a random fact you’ve been holding on to? it’s controversial but some believe that elephants can cry

20. favorite fruit & vegetable? red delicious apple & zucchini

21. what’s your favorite dish to cook? anything pasta with the homemade sauce

22. favorite beverage? diet dew

23. how are you feeling in this moment? decent, also i have to pee

24. are you reading a book at the moment? what do you like about it? unfortunately no, someone put me on a good book.

25. name three songs that stir up the deepest emotions. you don’t do it for me anymore-demi, falling-trevor daniel, it’s you-ali gatie

26. what’s your favorite season & why? when it goes from summer to fall because it’s not too hot & there’s a nice breeze. good for naps outside

27. when is your birthday? january 25, 1996

28. what do you do when you need to de-stress? take a bath

29. do you prefer spontaneous or pre-arranged plans? depends but pre arranged mostly

30. name an experience in your life you wish you could do over? deciding where to go to college & actually going to the one i should’ve gone to for softball.

31. do you like the name you were given? if not, is there a different one you’d prefer? yes i do.

32. what’s your favorite weather? warm-hot weather all day

33. are you satisfied with how your life is going right now? absolutely not

34. describe a time that you were brave. watching my dad get dragged off to prison was pretty tough but i did it

35. is there a movie you like better than the book it was based on? do people actually like things like this? books are always better

36. do you have a place you go to when you feel stressed/sad? my bed.

37. what was the last thing that made you laugh? my sister just came into my room & tried turning on the light to my closet instead of my room 😂

38. what time is it where you are? almost 5

39. what is something you’re excited for? wednesday

40. got any summer plans? going to destin in july 😍

41. when was the last time you intentionally went out to see the sunrise? oh lord. i was probably 18

42. favorite film genre? thrillers

43. coffee or tea? neither

44. describe your body without using any negative adjectives. potato with eyes

45. is there a cover song that you like better than the original? no

46. are you on good terms with your parents? yes

47. are you in a relationship? if not, are you looking to be? nope & i’m not looking but if it happened with a specific person i’d be happy

48. do you typically look for a partner with the same traits as you or someone to complement yours? i’ve started seeing people differently recently & it helps when they speak your love language. i used to never care. i usually just let my heart decide.

49. describe your aesthetic. little skater vibes but i most definitely don’t skate. i’d be down to learn how to longboard though.

50. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs to play. all the good girls go to hell-billie eilish, it’s not you it’s me-bea miller, everything i wanted-billie eilish, me brightside-the killers, wish you were gay-billie eilish, listen before i go-billie eilish, bury a friend-billie eilish, creep-radiohead, shut em up-lauren sanderson, save tonight-eagle eye cherry

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Safe - Negan x Reader - Part 2

[find part one here]    [if you’re new, find A/B/O rules here]

A/N: thank you for all the love on the first chapter! it honestly means a shit ton to me. ppl liking my writing??? what a concept. anyway.. enjoy! as always, let me know what you think !! xx

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha!Negan x Omega!female reader), lots of swearing, threatening/assault-like themes (idk what to fuckin call that), and my shitty writing

You awoke to a feeling of suffocation. For a brief moment, you worried that Negan had decided that he had gotten in over his head, but once you woke up fully you realized that it was only an overpowering scent. It was musky and strong, smelling of burnt coffee and shot gun shells and some candle you used to burn before the world went to hell; it was pleasant, something you’d like to burrow into and bask in for days. Right now, though, it was so overpowering you felt as if you were choking. You gasped, sitting upright. Negan was sat on the edge of the bed, smile on his face as he watched you gasp for air. You didn’t know what was worse, the fact that Negan had been watching you sleep, or that the smell was him. And you liked it.

“Mornin’, sunshine.” The wide smile didn’t leave his face, and you sighed, forcing a smile. He stood, swinging Lucille over his shoulder. He paused suddenly, a frown overtaking his features. “I didn’t even ask you your name, how fuckin’ rude of me.”

“Y/N,” you spoke no louder than a whisper, but judging by the grin on Negan’s face, he’d heard it.

“Well up and at ‘em, Y/N. We’re home.”

Home may have been a stretch, but there was no way you could complain about a safe place to live. Safe from the walking dead, that is. You had no idea if you could trust Negan, much less his people. You still didn’t understand why he was doing this for you (or was it for him?). What you did know, however, is that pseudo-compliance on your end was going to get you far with this man, and that is exactly what you planned on doing. You uncurled yourself from the covers and climbed out of the bed, looking to Negan. He gave you a once-over and a curt nod and led you out of the bedroom, and then out of the RV. The hot sun temporarily blinded you, but once your eyes adjusted to the light, you took in the sight of the huge factory in front of you. Your gaze immediately flitted to the walkers strung up on the wall, teeth chomping at nothing but air. You gulped loudly, feeling a hand on the small of your back. You looked up at Negan, his face hard and brows furrowed.

“Let’s keep moving.” He began walking and dragged you with him, and you watched as people began to take a knee as Negan drew closer. It was strange, and cult-like, and almost everything about this place was rubbing you the wrong way.

But you continued to move forward.

Negan proceeded to show you the ins and outs of the Sanctuary, from the basement headquarters of maintenance to his room on the top floor. You were actually impressed by how seamlessly the Sanctuary ran. Everyone had a job to do to make it functional, and by the looks of it, most people did what was expected of them. It was a stark contrast against Alexandria; Alexandria seemed like a tropical vacation compared to this place. The atmospheres were so incredibly different. You couldn’t shake the feeling of longing that erupted in your chest when you thought about how trusting and forgiving Rick and (most) of his people were. You didn’t think you’d find that here.

After showing you to the cafeteria and picking up a plate of food, Negan showed you to your room. It was a floor below his, one that was relatively empty, and you were silently thankful for the space between you two.

“Normally I wouldn’t leave you like this, but we’ve been gone for far too fucking long and I’ve got some shit to deal with. Just stay fuckin’ put in here ‘til I get back, alright?” You nodded as you watched him go, shutting the door behind himself. You shifted yourself on the bed, unwrapping the plate of fruit you were given. Fresh fruit, surprisingly, wasn’t too much of a common occurrence from what you’d experienced, so this was a treat.

Once you were finished, you decided to have a look around your room. It was spacious and already furnished; a bed sat at the center, a table on its side and a dresser facing it. The dresser drawers were full of various clothing items ranging in sizes, and you decided to organize the stuff you could and couldn’t wear, making respective drawers for each. It gave you something to do, something to make this place feel enough like home to help push you through what was coming next. If you were honest with yourself, you had no idea what was coming next. You hadn’t even had time to process what happened to you the night before, yet here you were organizing your new living space. Everything moved way too quickly these days, but you were still doing your best to keep up.

Thoughts of last night overwhelmed you, and before you knew it, you were out of your room and into the hall trying to make yourself feel less claustrophobic. You began frantically wracking your brain to try and remember where Negan told you the bathroom was, before a voice behind you startled you out of your reverie.

“You okay?” You froze, turning to see the culprit. A man—an Alpha, you quickly realized—stood in front of you, at least a foot taller than you, gazing down at you. When you didn’t respond, he sighed. “You seemed like you were freaking out. Anything I can do to help?” Usually you would run as far away from an Alpha as you could, but seeing how well behaved Negan’s goons were, you decided to take a chance.

“I, uh—where’s the bathroom?”

The man grinned, walking toward you. “I’ll take you there.” He began walking and you followed, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “I haven’t seen your face around before. And I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours.” You blushed, more uncomfortable than anything, and he chuckled. “I’m David.”

“Y/N. I’m new.” Neither of you said anything as you scaled a couple flights of stairs. David led you past the cafeteria, and when you heard showers running, you knew you’d arrived. “Thanks.” You spoke quietly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

“I’ll wait here so I can make sure you get back to your room.” You furrowed your brows, becoming more suspicious of him with every word he said. But maybe he was being genuine, maybe he was one of the few good guys left. Whatever the case was, you had to pee, and you weren’t going to debate the good and evil spectrum with a full bladder.

It was awkward peeing in front of three strangers, and you were more than happy to leave the bathroom. Somehow you didn’t think you would ever get used to that. To your disappointment, David was still waiting at the door. He gave you a nod, and you followed him through the twists and turns of the Sanctuary. The place was practically a maze, and you were beginning to think about just how grateful you were for David’s help.

Once your door was in sight, David spoke, “so you’re unclaimed, huh?” You froze, eyes going wide, and he chuckled. “You really think I couldn’t tell?”

“No, I just—”

“It’s easier to have a mate, you know.” He muttered off-handedly, walking you directly to your door. “I could mate you. If you want.”

“I’m sorry—what?” Was he serious?

“Just saying. It’s safer, you wouldn’t run the risk of dying in heat anymore.” He was so flippant and nonchalant you wanted to scream. Mating should be special; it should be done right or not at all. You weren’t about to let some Alpha think he was entitled you just because it was ‘safe.’

“I’d rather die than be mated to someone like you.” It was harsh, but you weren’t the type to sugarcoat things, especially since you weren’t getting the best vibe from this guy. He scowled at you, stepping closer to corner you into the wall next to your door.

“Someone like me? Oh, honey, you haven’t even seen what I can do.” You gulped, and he pushed himself closer, causing you to close your eyes. You heard a dark chuckle escape his lips before a different voice caused you both to look to the end of the hall.

“David, I swear to holy mother of fuck, if you’re doing what the fuck I think you’re doing, I’m going to give you a up close and fucking personal look at Lucille.” Negan stormed down the hallway, and David broke away from you to kneel, a terrified look on his face.

“No, sir, I—”

“You fucking what, David?” David scrambled to find words to explain himself, and Negan looked to you to gauge your reaction. Upon seeing your horrified expression, his face softened. “Get the fuck out of my sight.” He scurried to get away from you and Negan, and Negan closed the gap between the two of you, Lucille dropping to the ground as he grabbed your shoulders. “What happened? Are you okay?” The dramatic shift in his personality almost gave you whiplash. He went from being cold and ferocious to warm and comforting in only a few seconds, and you weren’t sure if you were going to survive this man.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. He—he offered to mate me, and I told him no and he got pissed.” Negan looked perplexed at your use of ‘offered,’ but nodded understandingly nonetheless.

“Let’s get you back in your room, alright?” He leant down to grab Lucille, his free hand hooking behind your back and leading you to your door. You both walked in, settling on your bed before Negan spoke again. “These fuckheads here—they aren’t to be trusted. You’re the first Omega I’ve ever brought back; the Alphas here are used to a fuck ton of Betas. They’re not gonna fuckin’ stop, and I’m not gonna be around all the time to stop them.” He paused, giving you a questioning look, and you nodded for him to continue. “That’s why I want you to stay in my room.”

You felt like your eyes bugged out of your head. You just met the guy, and he killed your friends, but… he’s protecting you. He’s willing to protect you in a world where everyone only cares about themselves, and you had to admit that there was something about him that made you feel warm and cozy. This wasn’t a decision about him, though; this was about you and your well-being. And if there were unsavory Alphas hidden in the woodwork, you would need any bit of protection you can get.

“Okay.”

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Chapter Seven: Pursuer

-September 21, 2018

Shizuka is laying on her bed looking at her phone when Heart walks into the room. “Hey, are you ready to go?” Heart asks Shizuka. “I’ve been ready for three hours already.” Shizuka remarks. They walk out of their dorm and start going to the party. “So, what is your friend like Heart?” Shizuka ponders. “Jamie? Well he is a pretty cool guy, and he’s pretty friendly. I’m sure you’ll like him!” Heart tells. Shizuka smiles, “Well that’s good! By the way, how many people are supposed to be at this ‘party’?” Heart thinks for a moment, “Well the party is open to anyone, and he has one of the biggest houses on campus, so I don’t know, at least ‘two hundred’.” Shizuka’s jaw drops, “T-two hundred! Am I even able to handle that?!” Heart comforts Shizuka. “Hey, it’s okay Joestar! As long as you stick by me, you’ll be just fine!” Shizuka sighs a breath of relief. “Thanks Heart.”

Shizuka and Heart arrive at the house where it appears there is already a couple dozen people there. They walk inside and are greeted by Jamie. “Hey Heart! How’s it going? Is this the girl you were talking about? Hello, what’s your name?” Jamie asks. “H-hi, my name’s Shizuka.” Jamie shakes Shizuka’s hand. “Well it’s nice to meet you Shizuka! Heart told me you were a very nice girl! Anyway, we have a music in the living room, there will be a DJ here soon! Food and drinks are in the kitchen which is right next to the living room, we don’t have any alcohol since we have some minors here, but I’m sure someone will bring booze as some point tonight. We have a pool in the back with a built-in slide and other stuff like that if you haven’t seen and if you’re wondering about bathrooms, there’s one upstairs and one on this level around the corner. Other than that, have fun!”

Hours pass as more people arrive at the party. It’s around ‘eleven pm’ when the house is filled to the brim with partygoers. Heart carefully walks through crowds to Shizuka with drinks in her hands. “How’s it going Joestar?” Heart gleefully asks. “Great!” Shizuka responds. “I’ve meet a few new people, they were pretty cool!” Heart smirks, “See? I told you you were going to have a good time h-” Heart pauses as she sees something behind a group of people. “Hold on a sec, I gotta check something out.”

Heart walks over to a ‘hooded figure’ bringing a drink to a girl sitting on a chair. The girl thanks the figure with slurred manner, as if she were tipsy. “Hey, what’s going on here?” Heart questions to the hooded figure. The figure turns around to face Heart, but she is unable to see their face due to the lighting. “Oh nothing, I’m just getting my ‘friend’ a drink.” Heart looks at the girl in the chair and notices her sluggish movements. “How much has she had?” The figure shrugs, “I dunno, two, three.” Heart studies the figure, to notice anything ‘out of the ordinary’. A man carrying a bag of chips bumps into the figure, spilling the chips all over the floor. The man apologizes to the figure while trying to sweep up the chips, “Aw shit... sorry man.” Heart helps the man pick up the chips when she notices a ‘pill bottle’ on the floor.

When she looks back up, she sees the hooded figure fleeing towards the front door. “Hey! You’re getting reported asshole!” Heart threatened to the figure. She picks up the pill bottle and finds the drug name. “‘Rohypnol’? Oh shit!” Heart heads for the front door when she remembers something. “Damn, I forgot!... I won’t be able to get to the help office until the ‘morning’!” she thinks to herself. She scans the area to find the girl in the chair passed out. Heart sighs and picks up the girl while asking other people directions to where she lives.

As Heart is dragging the girl towards the door, she runs into Shizuka. “Oh hey Hear-” Shizuka pauses as she stares down at the unconscious woman lying on the floor. “W… What happened?...” Heart leans in close and whispers to Shizuka. “Listen Joestar… There was a guy drugging this girl… with ‘sleeping pills’.” Shizuka gasps, “What! Really?!...” “Yeah… I could only imagine what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped him. I’m bringing this girl to her home.” Heart tells. “Do you want me to help?” Shizuka asks. “No… I need you to stay here in and keep an eye out for anything suspicious.” Shizuka nods and walks to the living room.

Minutes pass as Shizuka talks to some other partygoers. She feels the urge to pee. She excuses herself from the conversation as she goes upstairs to the bathroom. She locks the door and sits on the toilet. “May I have a moment of your time?...” a ‘voice’ inquires. Shizuka jumps up, startled and breathing heavily. “Please?... It won’t take long…” the voice tells. Shizuka looks around the bathroom, looking for where the voice is coming from. She notices the bathroom window ‘open’, its lock ‘broken’. “Who was the ‘woman’…? The one you were talking with…?” Shizuka does not respond except for some heavy breaths. Her eyes dart back to the window as sweat drips down her face. “Thank you… for your cooperation…”

A man emerges from the cupboard underneath the sink. He gazes at Shizuka as he arises. Shizuka summons her stand, Achtung Baby, as the man runs toward her, but before she strikes, he bolts to the right and dives out of the open window. Achtung Baby’s fist slams against the mirror above the sink, causing glass shards to fall to the floor. She looks at the window, and notices that it has been closed. She peers out scanning the backyard for the man, but to no avail. However, she sees a pink substance around the lock. She takes a towel from the cupboard and grabs the substance. “I-It’s wet… and sticky… What is this?” Shizuka questions. She looks back at the lock, seeing the substance ‘fuse’ the window lock back together, ‘fixing it’.

Shizuka pulls out her phone and dials Heart while staring at the substance with curiosity. The phone rings, but no one answers the call. Shizuka attempts to call Heart a few more times, still with no answer. Heart arrives at the house the girl is staying at. She heard the girl was living with her friend off campus in a house by Sunset Boulevard. Heart knocks on the door where she meets the girl’s friend, and she informs her on what happened. They bring the girl inside and Heart leaves. As Heart enters the car, she gets the feeling that someone is behind her. She slowly looks behind her to find… nothing. She brushes it off as nothing, and closes the door. She checks her mirrors so she can exit onto the street when she sees a figure drop down behind the car in the mirror. Heart quickly starts the car and speeds down the road. She spots the figure flying around, as if they were swinging on ropes, after her.

“A ‘stand user’!!” She tells herself. “They must be working with the ‘guy with the hoodie’ from the party!” Heart zooms straight down Sunset Boulevard while maintaining sight of the figure. “I won’t be able to escape!” she thinks to herself. She needs to do something to get the pursuer off her tail. Her heart beats rapidly as she scans the interior of the car. She spots a ‘lighter’ on the dashboard and a can of ‘hairspray’ in the backseat. “Shit! It’s useless to try and reach back there! Unless…” Heart concentrates on bringing out her stand, Every Rose Has Its Thorn. The stand wraps itself around her body. She reaches vines out to grab the can of hairspray.

Heart turns back to look at the road and sees an upcoming intersection with a steady red light. She slams on the brakes and stops a few feet behind the vehicle ahead of her. “Damn! What now!?” she shouts as she looks back and sees the figure getting closer. She peeks over the car in front of her to find a clearing in the traffic, to which there is none in sight. She sweats profusely as the figure swings closer. She glances over to the sidewalk along the intersection. “The sidewalk’s open… isn’t it…?” She turns the car to the right and drives down the sidewalk. “This is perfect! No one should be walking around this late!” Heart thinks. She puts her attention back to the hairspray behind her. Her vines wrap around the hairspray and pull it towards Heart.

“All right… Let’s test its range!” She grabs the wheel with her vines as she rolls down the window and sprays the hairspray in front of the lit lighter. The flame fans out a couple feet away from the car. “Not long enough to reach ‘em! I may… have to get ‘closer’!” Heart slows the car down and allows for the figure to advance towards her. She watches the mirror for the figure to get within range of the fire. Heart pokes her arms out of the car and spews flames towards her pursuer, lighting them ablaze. She watches the figure burn and fall to the ground as she enters back onto the street. Heart lets out a sigh of relief and retracts her vines.

Suddenly a loud thump comes from the back of her car. Heart looks in the rear-view mirror to see the figure pressed against the back of the car. She acts quickly, attempting to throw them off by swerving, but the figure holds on firmly. Heart is puzzled on how they were able to stay on the car when she notices a ‘pink substance’ around the figure’s hands. The figure reaches for Heart, but she slaps their hand away with her vines. She grasps the lighter and hairspray and begins burning the figure. The figure blows a bubble from their mouth and it engulfs their entire body, protecting from the flames. When the fire hits the pink sphere, it starts bubbling and pops, spraying the substance all over. The substance lands on Heart’s arm and she screams, “It-It’s hot!!” She tries to wipe the boiling pink material off her arm, but it continues to stick. “Wha-What is this?! Gum?”

The car comes to a sudden halt. Heart is baffled as to how the car stopped. She glances at the tires to see them covered with the substance. She sees the figure approaching from behind the car. Heart attempts her ‘flamethrower’ strategy again, but the lighter had run out of fuel. “St-Stay back!!” she demands of the figure. “I’m not here to ‘harm’ you… I just need to ask you some ‘questions’.” the figure says in a male voice. Heart acknowledges that the only way out of this situation is to go along with the man’s interrogation. “Fine…! I’ll answer your questions! But first you must stop get this stuff off my arm!” she says pointing at her arm. He snaps his fingers and the pink substance falls off her arm. “Okay… Let’s get started!”

“Why did you leave the party?” he asks. “Some dick drugged a girl with sleeping pills. I decided to bring her to her home rather than leaving her alone.” she answers. The man nods. “Do you know who drugged her?” Heart shakes her head. “No. I wasn’t able to see their face. He wore a black hoodie.” The man nods again. “I saw them running away through the crowd. Do you know where they went?” Heart shakes her head again. The man turns around. “That’s all I need to know right now. If you or your friends find out anything else, meet me at the ‘Golden Gate Bridge’. We should be ‘safe’ there.” The man starts walking away. “Hey! You need to free my car!” Heart demands. The man snaps his fingers and the substance starts dissolving. “By the way, don’t bother with notifying the university help office about this…” Heart gives a confused look. “What do you mean? Are you some kind of police officer?” The man looks back at Heart. “No… I’m a ‘gang-star’...”

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Chapter Seventy-Three

A/N: I know it’s a few days early, but I’ve actually only just written this chapter and I wanted to share it with you guys now so that we can get to Baby Clarence’s arrival sooner. Please enjoy and let me know what you think 💖

14TH NOVEMBER – Day before Due Date

The day after Remembrance Sunday, Emmy awoke without nerves running through her veins, for once. She laid in bed, stretching out and sighing, trying to get comfy. Harry was already up, getting ready for his visit to the Chelsea Pensioners, and so the bed was huge and empty. She stared up at the ceiling, looking forward to her day ahead. She would be on her own for most of it, so she was planning to get ahead on housework, to watch the last few episodes of Season 5 of The Walking Dead, and to also get some little exercises done. She’d been starting her mornings with some stretches and whatever yoga she could manage in the little time they’d had the last week, and today she was eager to finally finish her wake up routine.

She might even have a bath.

She didn’t need to go out of the house, mainly because – with the due date so close – Harry didn’t want to risk her going into labour in the middle of a supermarket, and so he would be going to Sainsbury’s on his way home from the engagement. Basically, Emmy wouldn’t be leaving the house until this baby was out of her. And, if the doctors were right, then she had only one more day to wait.

“Remember,” Harry said an hour later, when he was on his way out and Emmy was munching some toast in the kitchen. “Keep your phone on you at all times.”

“I know, I know,” she said gently, smiling.

“I can’t bear the thought of you going into labour here on your own and not being able to contact me,” he said. “And Claire. You need to phone Claire, she’s just over in the Palace, she’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“Harry, I know,” Emmy said. “We’ve gone over this so much.”

“I know, I just…” He sighed, then took a deep breath and smiled. “I’m so excited, I want it to go perfectly.”

“It will,” she replied, reaching up to cup his furry cheek and pull him down for a kiss. “I read that most babies aren’t even born on their due date.”

“Yeah, I expect most come a day early, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow and grinning. “You’re not filling me with confidence.”

“Just go before you talk yourself out of it,” Emmy said, laughing. “I’ll be here when you get back. And she’ll still be inside me, too.”

He chuckled, crouching down so he was level with her bump. “Hey, baby, don’t come rushing out, okay? Take your time, little one.” He kissed her belly button through her pyjama top, then straightened up and kissed Emmy’s lips. “Be careful, okay?”

“Harry, if you knew the day I have planned ahead you’d know that I’m going to be fine.”

“I love you,” he said, kissing her once more. “Both of you.”

Emmy smiled, her heart fluttering, and then she watched him as he shut the front door behind him and crossed the gardens towards the palace. She sighed; and now she was alone.

She had to admit, she was quite nervous that the baby would come when she was all on her own, but she prayed that her little girl would wait at least until Daddy came home before she made an appearance.

Emmy finished her piece of toast before heading into the lounge to do some of her easy stretches.

15th November – Due Date

“Today’s the day,” Harry said excitedly, as he made himself and Emmy some cereal on Tuesday morning.

Emmy smiled at him; she felt quite sick, mainly from the nerves. “You know, most babies don’t even arrive on their due date.”

“But some do,” he replied, grinning. “Just think, Em. This time tomorrow we might have a little baby!”

She couldn’t help but melt at the excitement on his face. “We might do. Or we might be sat here, saying the exact same thing as we are now.”

He chuckled. “Touché. Are you going to be alright without me today?”

“Do you have to go to work today?” She reached across the island and entangled her fingers with his, pouting slightly at him. She saw his resolve shatter at her expression, and he looked pained as he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been so busy with remembrance week that I’ve barely been back to the ministry. I’ve got a meeting with some psychologists to see what they’re opinions are on the new rehabilitation scheme.”

Emmy nodded sadly. She was forever proud of how much effort and attention he put into his work, but today she really wished he could stay home. She knew that it was very normal – as the father only receives two weeks of paternity leave, it is usual for him to work up until the baby is born and only then take time off, so that all of it can be spent with his new baby. Although Harry’s job was hardly normal, and he knew he’d have lots of time after the baby was born as his workload had been lightened, he wanted to do things by the book.

But Emmy was scared that she would go into labour while he was away, and the thought of dealing with not only the pain but also the fear and the stress all on her own was terrifying.

It was funny how one whole day could make so much difference. Only yesterday her and Harry’s roles had been reversed.

“You said it yourself,” he said lightly, grinning. “Babies are rarely born on their due date.”

“Yeah,” Emmy said, fighting a smile as he quoted her. “I’m just…going to miss you.”

He kissed her deeply before he left, and Emmy moved into the living room to do her usual stretches. She could only manage a few, her bump so heavy and uncomfortable, and although she didn’t want to go into labour on her own, she was desperate for the little baby to be out of her.

That desperation was only growing by the end of the day when, to Harry’s relief and Emmy’s impatience, she was still very much pregnant by the time Harry returned home.

“I’m sure she’ll be out tomorrow,” Harry reassured her, when they went to bed. Emmy was tired out, and she laid on her back, staring at her enormous bump, running her hand over it.

“Let’s hope,” she said, somewhat bitterly. She was tired of being pregnant now.

“She must just really like living in you,” he said, his voice soft as he pulled her into his arms – awkwardly, for she was very large and was also not in the mood for cuddles. “You’ve made a nice home for her.”

“Maybe she’s just lazy,” Emmy said grumpily.

Harry fought a laugh – he was in no position to laugh at her words, he had no idea what she was going through. But if he could carry the baby instead of her, he 10000% would’ve.

“Let’s try and get some rest,” Harry said soothingly, tracing her arm with his fingertips. “Maybe tomorrow will be her birthday, huh?”

“Hmm,” Emmy said, letting his cheerfulness eat away at her irritation, and she vowed not to let her discomfort put her in a bad mood the following day.

16th November – One day after Due Date

It did put her in a bad mood. Harry hastily left her that morning after she snapped at him for not getting her any cereal – he had an engagement and had to leave early anyway, and then she scowled at the TV for most of the morning, annoyed by the news and then by Loose Women and then by Friends when that came on. She sighed, laying down on the sofa and willing the pain to go away. Her back ached from supporting the weight, her legs ached too, her head hurt from fatigue as she’d barely got any sleep last night, unable to get comfy, and she felt as though her bladder was constantly full. It didn’t help that she was so thirsty, she kept drinking water, only to pee it out every five minutes.

To her surprise, Taylor arrived just after lunchtime. She smiled widely at her best friend.

“Hello!” she said, dancing into the house with some bags. “I’ve brought food! And some magazines for you to read, please don’t yell at me!”

Emmy sighed; so Harry had told her that she’d been in a bad mood that morning. She cursed him, but swallowed a bitter retort. She didn’t need people talking about her behind her back, but she also didn’t want another argument that day. She was too tired for it.

“Come in,” Emmy said, rubbing her cheek as Taylor moved into the kitchen and set the bags down on the counter.

“I come bringing good news, you know,” Taylor added, flashing her a huge grin before pulling out a newspaper and waving it under Emmy’s nose. Emmy frowned, trying to grab it, but Taylor pulled it out of her reach playfully, before giggling and brandishing it again. Emmy growled and snatched it.

“I know you mean well,” Emmy said. “But don’t piss me off, please.”

“Hmm, I heard you’re a little grumpy today.”

“I don’t appreciate Harry bitching about me to you,” she replied, glaring at her best friend.

Taylor looked apologetic. “He wasn’t bitching, you know. He was worried. He told me how uncomfortable you are, that you barely slept last night. He asked me to come and keep you company. He’s also super worried that your little baby will arrive when you’re on your own.”

“He wouldn’t have to worry if he just stayed home,” Emmy said. “He insists on going in to work! Just stay here. With me.” She trailed off, realizing how whingy she sounded, and felt a blush tainting her cheeks. Taylor didn’t notice.

“Have a look at the paper,” she said eagerly.

“What have they written about me this time?” Emmy mumbled, glancing at the picture of her from Remembrance Sunday a few days earlier on the front and forcing herself not to read the rest – anytime she’d made the front page since the wedding it had nearly always been for useless gossip, if not to focus on her outfit or her baby bump. All of her charity work was widely ignored in the Daily Mail.

“Trust me, it’s okay,” Taylor insisted, taking some crisps into the living room. “You’ll like it, it should make you feel better.”

Emmy finally cast her eyes down to the picture of her. Over the top of it, the headline read Emmy has impressive busy week as the world waits for Baby Clarence. If the word ‘impressive’ hadn’t been in there, Emmy wouldn’t have bothered reading the rest, but that word intrigued her, and so she flipped to the page with the story on it and read, and as she took the article in, she felt her heart lifting with joy. The article relayed how much work she’d been doing, not only in this last week, but throughout the entire pregnancy, and it highlighted just how many engagements had been to good, honourable charities and causes, some of them were highlighted. They commended her for not taking all the limelight with overpriced outfits, they praised her for not being scared to run over schedule to keep talking to people, and they congratulated her on an amazing nine months while speculating what might be to come for the Duchess in the future, including other charities she may visit. They even said that the Duchess of Cambridge should take a leaf out of her book!

When Emmy finished reading, she looked up with tears in her eyes. Taylor looked dismayed.

“Oh shit, what?!” she blurted, jumping to her feet. “Was there something in there that I missed?! I thought it was all nice stuff!”

“It is,” Emmy said, sniffling. “Oh, Tay, they were so nice about me!”

Taylor broke into a relieved smile, then said, “You mean, they actually spoke the truth for once.”

“They actually like me!”

“They do, it’s funny how the Daily Mail has changed its tune since the tour of India,” Taylor said. “But it’s about time they started giving you credit for being amazing.”

Emmy nibbled on her bottom lip at the last line of the article. “Kate isn’t going to like that they said that.”

“Maybe it’ll encourage her to do more herself?” Taylor suggested. “She’s going to have to go out and show her face a bit while you’re looking after your little one, anyway.”

“Hmm,” Emmy said. She couldn’t really imagine staying at home all the time, even with a little baby, she hoped she and Harry would take it in turns to stay and look after the baby. She looked back at the article, and couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you for bringing me this.”

“You’re welcome, I thought you’d like it,” Taylor replied. “Skippy actually told me about it, someone at his work was reading it, he told me to get it for you.”

“Skippy?” Emmy said, collapsing onto the sofa and sighing, then she raised an eyebrow. “You and Skippy are pretty good friends, huh?”

Taylor rolled her eyes, but a blush tainted her cheeks. “Don’t start getting ideas. Yes, we’re good friends. We see each other a lot.”

“A lot, huh?” Emmy said, smirking.

“I see you’re feeling much better now,” Taylor said, scowling as her blush deepened. “What time is Harry getting home, I don’t know how long I can put up with you.”

Emmy giggled. “I’m sorry, I’m only teasing. But you guys do spend a lot of time together…” She trailed off, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Taylor rolled her eyes. “Stop it!”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve been single for a while now and I know how much you hate being single, I was just wondering whether that was because you’d finally found someone you really wanted to be with.”

“I’m single because thanks to your wedding I’m too famous to just go out with any random guy, let alone go home with one,” she replied, pouting. “And now you think I fancy Skippy.”

“You two are cute together,” Emmy said, shrugging, then she grinned mischievously. “I ship you, remember that? When you taught me the meaning of the word?”

Taylor laughed. “And you said you shipped ‘Bemmy’ because that was back when you and Harry weren’t a thing.”

Emmy chuckled lightly, casting her mind back to before the wedding, before her and Harry were a thing. She did kind of miss it, their innocent teasing, their playfulness, Harry’s brotherly protectiveness. But still – she wouldn’t give up what she had for the world.

“How are you and Harry?” Taylor asked. “Aside from when you’re biting his head off for not making you breakfast, of course.”

Emmy bit her lip, embarrassed. “He told you about that?”

“Mm-hmm, he was upset by it,” she answered. “Everything he does, he does for you, you know that? The only problem is that he also has to do stuff for the royal family and the country, too. But you’re still his number one.”

“Not for much longer,” Emmy said, dropping her gaze to her bump and rubbing it gently. She realized that the thought of Harry putting everything into their little daughter really didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. She couldn’t wait to see Harry and her little girl together. “He’s going to be the perfect dad.”

“I’m sure he already is,” Taylor said. “How you feeling about the birth?”

“I’m terrified, but I’m trying not to think about it,” Emmy said. “Which I would be doing all day if you weren’t here right now, so thank you for coming and keeping me company.”

“Any time.” She smiled. “I don’t see nearly as much of you as I would like anymore.”

“You know how it is,” Emmy replied, sighing. “How’s Chris?”

She’d barely seen her friend since everything had happened with Kian, and last she heard he was planning on moving back to where his parents lived – the city life was getting too much for him.

“He’s still wanting to move home,” Taylor said. “I’m planning on getting one of our friends from Marlborough to come and live with me. You remember Christie, right?”

“Christie Gray?” Emmy asked. “Sure, I haven’t seen her in years.”

“We met up a few times, well she’s just split up from her fiancé and she wants to move out, hopefully she’ll be coming to live with me.”

“Oh good,” she said, wondering what kind of precautions would have to be taken upon letting Christie back into her life. “I never really see Chris that much anymore, is he okay?”

“He has major trust issues now,” Taylor said. “Everytime someone talks to him in a bar now he just blanks them, he’s sure they’re trying to use him to get to you.”

Her heart broke at that, and she tried to force the thought from her mind. “That’s awful.”

“Hmm, that’s why he’s going home, where no one will know who he is, apparently,” Taylor explained. “I think he just doesn’t want to risk running into Kian again.”

“I don’t blame him,” Emmy said. Even though it had been two months since the rat had been discovered and Kian had been forced to leave them alone, she still felt the repercussions of his actions, the memories of the despair and the suspiciousness that had come with knowing someone was leaking their secrets. She would never forget how she’d felt, thinking that Taylor or Chris had sold her out.

Taylor appeared to have gotten over it rapidly, but Emmy still suspected she was wary of upsetting her again.

Emmy was so grateful for Taylor being there that day – she made the time fly by, she took Emmy’s mind off the imminent, scary birth and she even helped Emmy prepare the dinner ready for Harry’s return. Emmy was frying chicken while Taylor cooked some broccoli when Harry’s arrival sounded from the hallway.

“Em?” he called out, and the front door closed. “Everything okay?”

“In the kitchen,” she replied, breaking into a smile as he appeared in the doorway. He looked relieved at the sight of her.

“Thank god, you’re still here,” he breathed, crossing the room and pulling her into a hug. She giggled. “I was worried about you all day.”

“You really think I wouldn’t call?” she said lightly, perching on her tip-toes to kiss him in greeting. He was smiling broadly at her, delighted to find her in a better mood than when he’d left.

“I don’t know, maybe to spite me for not making you breakfast?” he teased, rubbing her bump before moving away to undo his tie and slip out of his blazer.

She blushed, ducking her head and smiling sheepishly. “I am sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, you have more than enough reason to be snappy,” he replied, grinning. Then his expression softened into concern. “You didn’t sleep much last night, did you?”

“It’s just really difficult to get comfortable,” she said, shrugging.

“How was your day?” he asked. “Did you two have fun?”

Taylor looked over at Emmy. “Tell him about the article.”

“Oh yeah!” Emmy’s face lit up with delight, and she moved as fast as her pregnant stomach would let her into the next room. Harry, intrigued by her happiness at what sounded like a newspaper article, followed. “Look at this! Look at this!”

She watched excitedly as Harry read the article, a proud smile dawning on his face, and when he’d finished he grinned at her. “Wow, this is amazing!”

“It’s so nice, isn’t it?!” Emmy said, almost squealing with excitement. “It was so unexpected! Taylor brought it round for me to read, and I was like  woah!.” She giggled, and he couldn’t help but laugh with her. “They were nice to me.”

“You sure as hell deserve it,” he replied. “I mean, they’re only stating facts.”

She smiled, taking his hand and leading him back into the kitchen. “Sit down, you’ve probably had a long day.”

“No, Em, let me,” he said, trying to move her hands away from the chicken.

“You’ve been to work!”

“But you’re pregnant,” he insisted, grinning at her and trying to move her wide waist aside. “Let me. Taylor, are you eating with us?”

“No, I’ll love you and leave you now that you’re home,” Taylor answered. “Just keeping Emmy company in case the little one decided to make an appearance while Daddy was at work.” She smirked at him.

“Please don’t ever call me ‘Daddy’ again, Taylor.”

Emmy giggled lightly. “Am I the only one allowed to call you that?”

He leant over the island and, against her lips, he murmured, “You can call me whatever you like, babe.”

“Woah, that sounds like my cue to go,” Taylor said, grinning at them both as she washed her hands. “Now, if I don’t see you, good luck! Let me know if anything happens! I want to meet the little one too, okay?”

Emmy smiled, but she felt oddly nervous now she was saying goodbye to her best friend. What if the next time she saw her she had a baby?! “Bye Taylor.”

“I hope that this time tomorrow your daughter’s arrived,” Taylor said.

Harry barked a laugh. “Trust me, so do we.”

17th November – Two days after Due Date

She hadn’t. The following day Emmy spent on her own, doing some ironing and reading some more of her newest book. She tried to do the housework, but it tired her out so much she gave up. Her and Harry had salad that night because she was too exhausted to stand preparing dinner for too long.

18th November – Three days after Due Date

“I know exactly how you feel,” Kate said. “This little one was four days late.” She bounced Charlotte up and down on her knee, and Charlotte giggled.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” Emmy mused. “I just want her out now.”

“Not long now,” Kate said. “If she’s any longer they’ll consider inducing her.”

“Oh, I don’t want that,” Emmy said, shuddering. “That sounds painful and unnatural.”

“You may get to the point where you just can’t take it any longer,” Kate said sadly. “My friend had to be induced. It did make it easier, at least.”

“Hmm.” Emmy hoped she wouldn’t get to that point. Her baby was still only three days late. That was normal, right? “Where’s George?”

“He’s at nursery,” Kate said. “They’ve started making Christmas decorations now, he’s been bringing home so much glitter. It’s in his hair every day, I truly don’t understand how he manages it.” She laughed softly. “I bet you’re not even thinking about Christmas, are you?”

“I totally forgot it was a thing,” Emmy admitted. “I should probably have done my Christmas shopping before she arrived. Oh well, too late now.”

“Just get Harry to do it,” Kate said, with a laugh.

“Oh god, Kate did you actually want to get a gift this year?”

The two ladies laughed together, and Charlotte joined in. “Is Harry at work today?” Kate asked.

“Yeah, he’s going in to help with the rehabilitation scheme right up until I’m in labour,” Emmy said, with a little roll of her eyes. “He’s doing things the normal way, apparently.”

Kate smiled. “I hope to God you don’t go into labour while he’s not here.”

“Hmm, that’s my biggest fear too,” Emmy said. “But this little one doesn’t seem to be wanting to come out of me anytime soon, so…”

“She’ll be here before you know it, I’m sure.”

19th November – Four days after due date

Harry was off today, and he and Emmy spent the day curled up on the sofa mainly. It was so nice to have him there with her – the stress of worrying what would happen if she went into labour on her own was gone, and he was forever helping her get to her feet whenever she needed to go to the bathroom. He did some of the housework around her, hoovering under her feet and making it suck on her hair, causing her to giggle and bat at him. And then they curled up again to watch Mean Girls, one of their old favourites.

Harry made dinner that evening, and Emmy came to sit in the kitchen as he cooked it, watching him flit about the room, doing everything.

“If you need me to do anything, just say,” she said apprehensively.

“Just sit there a look pretty,” he replied, then paused and looked over at her, before grinning. “Well done.”

She fought a smile. “Smells delicious.”

“It’s an old favourite,” he said. “And also, I’ve seen Friends. I know that spicy food is meant to make the baby arrive.”

“Spicy?” Emmy said, raising an eyebrow. “How spicy?”

“Moderately,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fought a smirk.

“Ugh, Harry!” she complained. “You know I can’t eat super spicy food! You might have burnt all your tastebuds off but mine are still in tact!”

“It’s fine, it’ll be fine, I’ll put extra cream in if it’s too hot!” he said, then chuckled at her expression. “I’m sorry, I just forget how much of a weakling you are.”

She huffed with mock annoyance, but before she could continue the teasing, a sudden pain shot through her abdomen, growing slightly, before passing. She stopped, frozen. Was that a contraction?!

She pretended nothing had happened, although her heart had accelerate in panic. She watched Harry continuing to prepare the dinner, wondering whether she should tell him. No, she’d wait and see if it happened again.

About five minutes later, she had another contraction. This one was sharper, the pain more like the books had described, and she gasped out in surprise, in hurt.

Harry spun round, eyes wide, panic written across his face. “Emmy? You okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling reassuringly at him once the pain had passed. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I just…I think I just had a contraction.”

Harry went into soldier mode immediately. Almost as though following orders, he started switching off the stove, showing food into the bin, running around rinsing things, before he hurried over and paused in front of her. She’d had another mild contraction while she’d been sat there and he’d been panicking.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure they’re contractions,” she said. “Help me up, I need to go to the toilet before we leave.”

Her forearms wrapped round his as he helped her to her feet, and then, as she straightened up, the sound of something dripping made them both look down. A wet patch was spreading across her leggings. Her waters had broken.

“Shit!” Harry gasped, panic flickering on his face. “Oh my god Emmy!”

“Oh my god, okay, okay!” she said, trying to take deep breaths. “Oh my god!”

“Stay here, I’ll go get the bag!” he blurted, then shouted back as he ran upstairs, “Phone Claire! And Rick!”

Harry returned a few minutes later, out of breath, his cheeks red, his eyes exhilarated. He paused to take her in, and she smiled nervously. “You okay?”

She managed a nod, swallowing. “Harry, we’re having a baby!”

He laughed with her at her excitement, squeezing her hands and leaning forward to kiss her. Her blue eyes, although clouded with fear, were shining with anticipation, with disbelief.

Rick arrived at the door then, ready to help them to across the lawn to the car.

“You know, Emmy,” Harry said, as the three of them left the house, his arm wrapped securely round his wife. “If you didn’t want to eat my curry, you should’ve just said.”

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