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domjaehyun · 3 years

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Thinking about being someone who Jaehyun is not supposed to kiss but then having him smirk at me, call me cute, then kiss my on my cheek tenderly BUT LIKE REEEEAAALLY close to my lips then giving in and kissing him 😁😁😁😁😁 and it’s like a nasty sultry kiss 🤤🤤

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“glad you could make it!” johnny cheers upon seeing your frame enter the packed house party. you step into his side under his outstretched arm and let him press a kiss to your cheek. “come, the guys have been asking for you.”

the guys, as johnny put it, are nothing less than thrilled to see you. hyuck hugs you tightly around your middle, mark gloms on excitedly, and jungwoo thrusts a cup of god-knows-what into your hand as he kisses the crown of your head. the hug continues for an almost impossibly long time until johnny’s peeling the two males off of you with loud laughter. you make your rounds, pecking everyone on the cheek or letting them kiss you, and your brows furrow as you realize someone’s missing.

“where’s jaehyun?” you ask johnny curiously, and you glare when he shoots you a knowing look. “stop, i just haven’t seen him since the–” you cut yourself off, not sure how to say it without attracting attention. since the time you let him, johnny, and seonghwa, your boyfriend, fuck you into the mattress? since the time you let him get you off in a manner not shy of possessive when your boyfriend was sleeping soundly beside you? “since the last time.” you end up mumbling, and johnny chuckles.

“he’s here. probably hanging out upstairs or something, but he’s here. want me to get him?” johnny asks, and you shake your head immediately.

“no, that’s fine! if i see him tonight, then i see him tonight–no need to force it.” you assure johnny, and he nods in understanding.

“gotcha, gotcha. well, are you ready to have a good time?” he asks excitedly, and you beam up at him.

“you know it!”

an hour and a half passes and your head is swimming with intoxication and giddiness. you’re sprawled out on the couch, legs draped over hyuck’s lap as you laugh at something he’s said with your head resting on doyoung’s shoulder.

“so, where’s seonghwa tonight? i’m surprised he didn’t come.” jungwoo asks, and at the reminder that, yes, you have a boyfriend, you sit up as subtly as possible, positioning yourself between the two males casually but without touching them.

“he had a lot of work to do,” you explain, and jungwoo nods with a slight frown.

“he’s missing out.” a voice says from behind you, and you crane your head back to see jaehyun standing there. he leans forward, placing both hands on the couch, and brings his lips to your ear, speaking clearly enough for everyone to hear. “you look stunning.”

“thanks,” you mumble with a small smile, not daring to look up at him. jaehyun moves around the couch and takes a seat across from it next to jungwoo, his dark brown eyes canvassing your body. the conversation resumes, your subconscious unable to shake the fact that jaehyun is most definitely staring at you. after a while, it all gets too much to bear with the fidgeting in place and the heat most undeniably pooling in your underwear, and you find yourself rising to your feet, excusing yourself to the kitchen.

for such a packed party, the kitchen is relievingly empty, and you rest your forehead against the cool fridge, breathing in deeply.

“girl, you have a whole-ass boyfriend,” you whisper to yourself firmly, whirling around at the sound of a snicker from behind you. “oh–it’s you,” you breathe, swallowing at jaehyun’s sudden appearance.

“it’s me.” he confirms, stepping closer with a dimpled grin. “were you...talking to yourself just now?”

“maybe i was,” you hum secretively, and he raises his eyebrows in intrigue, stepping closer again. “are you gonna go tell the guys i’ve lost my mind?”

“mm-mm,” he shakes his head, now close enough to touch–and god, do you want to touch. “your secret’s safe with me.” he promises, and you chuckle. “and if i’m being honest,” he murmurs, dipping down so his lips are at your ear. “maybe i like my girls a little crazy.”

“oh, my god,” you scoff incredulously, pushing him back with one hand and hoping that he can’t tell just how nervous he’s made you. he’s quicker than you, catching your hand as it moves to drop from his chest and linking your fingers together, tugging you closer.

“you know, i was a little hurt when you didn’t greet me like everyone else.” he muses, eyes staring intently into yours. “everyone got a kiss on the cheek, but you barely even looked at me.”

“i–wha–how’d you know everyone else got a kiss?” you splutter in confusion, and jaehyun just smiles secretively.

“don’t worry about that. am i going to get a kiss, too?” he asks, and you nibble the inside of your cheek nervously as your gaze drops from his. “aw, come on...after all we’ve been through? i can’t get one...little...kiss?” he breathes as he backs you up against the fridge, his voice a bit husky compared to his usual sound, and you fight back a whimper, swallowing the sound of defeat and shrugging your shoulders in what you hope appears as indifference.

“go ahead,” you mumble, and you just manage to catch the fleeting glint of triumph in his eyes before he leans down to your cheek.

“you’re so cute,” he coos sweetly before pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “so damn cute,” he breathes softly against your skin, and your core clenches with need as you dig your fingernails into your jean-clad thigh in an attempt to restrain yourself. it dawns on you that this is far from an innocent kiss based on the sheer length of time you two have spent frozen in place, and you turn to break the contact.

or, at least, that’s the story you’re going with. because you’re turning, and it hits you a split second too late that you’ve turned in the wrong direction, your lips now a breath away from jaehyun’s, and he seems all too thrilled by this development. he catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turns your head the rest of the way, pausing just before your lips connect.

“jaehyun,” you whine, hand resting on his chest and fingers curling in his t-shirt. “we can’t.”

“you want this just as badly as i do,” he murmurs insistently, teasing your lips apart with featherlight touches. “admit it.”

“no,” you complain, and he chuckles before his tongue darts out to flick at your bottom lip lightly. “fuck, don’t do that.”

“why?” he hums thoughtfully, clearly thinking about moving to do it again. “do you like it?”

“no,” you gripe, and he grins, leaning forward ever so slightly to nip at your bottom lip, tugging it and letting it return to its place. “jaehyun.”

“tell me to stop, and i will,” he murmurs, moving his lips to your neck. he doesn’t touch you, just barely ghosting his lips along the heated column of flesh and exhaling slowly, deliberately.

you want to tell him to stop. you really, really do, but when he’s this close, and smells so good and feels even better, you’re just a slave to your desires at this point.

so, you snap and cup his face, bringing his lips down onto yours, the growl of satisfaction and triumph that slips from his lips only spurring you further. he presses you into the fridge, caging your body in with his larger one and licks into your mouth, letting you suck on his tongue before he pulls back slightly to suck your lower lip into his mouth, running his tongue over the flesh.

“knew you wanted this,” he pants, his hands dipping to grab at your ass. “come upstairs with me.”

“fuck,” you whine in a feeble, insincere protest, keening as his lips travel down your neck to suck at random spots, his teeth grazing your collarbone. when his kisses reach the swell of your breasts, your resolve breaks, a moan slipping out as he stares up at you impatiently. “fine.” you gasp out, and he grins, raising up to kiss you again.

“upstairs,” he hums, swatting at your ass, and you sneak by the open area of the living room, hoping no one will notice you slipping upstairs with jaehyun.

unfortunately, you miss johnny’s brows raising with intrigue and self-satisfaction before hyuck sighs and slips him a twenty dollar bill in defeat.

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infernal-fire · 3 years

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Love, At First Sight

Warnings: some extreme fluff, strong language/ swearing

Pairing(s): Ransom x you

Summary: Love, at first sight, doesn’t exist. And Ransom has never been proven otherwise.

Word Count: 1600

I was inspired to write this after reading “It Was Only A Kiss” by the Queen of fluff, smut, angst and everything in between: @navybrat817 :)

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Love at first sight.

That is the most ridiculous thing Ransom had ever heard. And he has heard some bullshit.

The only thing he could tell from looking at someone for the first time was whether they were of any use to him or not. So when Meg was rambling on about love, that too, at first sight, Ransom scoffed at the idea. He bit into his overpriced biscuit with a roll of his eyes, pausing the conversation that he was unwilling to entertain any longer.

“You know what Ransom, I’m not surprised you’re dismissing the idea without even hearing it,” Meg challenged.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” he retorted, a bit amused by her slight outburst.

“If your parents bothered with you, maybe you would understand what it’s like to be loved by someone.”

Although he didn’t show it, it struck a chord in him. It wasn’t something he dared to complain about anymore, but there was a time he would have done anything for their affection.

“Okay then, let’s hear this horseshit you’re spewing,” he replied, not breaking the façade of smugness.

“When you meet someone, your subconscious and unconscious mind pick up patterns in their behaviour, little mannerisms and anything it can get its hands on. Your conscious mind interprets that as vibes. So you get a bad vibe from someone, it’s ‘cause your mind recognizes it from somewhere else, someone you don’t like.”

“And what does this have to do with love at first sight?” Ransom impatiently tapped his foot.

“I have a theory that love, at first sight, is possible if you’re in tune with your intuition. You feel good vibes from someone, you ride with it. And there’s a possibility you’ll override the rational part of your brain that tells you that you can’t love someone right after meeting them,” she concluded. “But then again, this only works if you’re capable of loving someone. Otherwise, your brain has no one to reference,” she added.

Ransom’s jaw clenched before he took in a breath.

“Like I said. Just a bunch of horseshit,” he said, getting up to leave.

He called it horseshit but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It irked him that no matter how many girls he pulled, not one of them could make him feel the love had Meg described. He concluded that he was incapable of love because, of course, that was the only plausible explanation.

It was a friend’s birthday. To say the least, he was not looking forward to it. He was in a rare mood to stay home and call it a night instead of getting his dick wet. Unfortunately, his presence was promised - he would rather not hear about this later so he did his future self a favour and got ready.

His black pants were paired with a maroon sweater that cost a little less than his king-sized bed. A rose-gold watch adorned his wrist and he threw on his signature tan coloured coat. He didn’t want to go but he that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to advertise his status.

Walking into the party, he regretted his decision to come at all. The corners were brimming with drunk people, though it had been only 1 hour since the party started. Shrill and irritating voices rung through the air. As usual, girls of no substance clung to every word of the fabricated tales boys told. Despite this, the unsavoury circumstances invited him, called his name even. After all, this was the lifestyle he lived for.

Taking in the scene before him, he strode down the room. His presence alone demanded respect and attention, both which he got a surplus of at these events.

His stride was abruptly halted when a figure crashed into him, spilling wine down his chest. Sure, it blended in with the sweater, but he was still pissed. Someone didn’t notice him, which caused them to bump into him and that rubbed him the wrong way.

“Won’t you look where your going, for god fucking sake this is worth more than you,” he snapped at the unsuspecting girl.

You had a mess of your own to take care of. Wine slipped down your dress, between your cleavage and onto your stomach. You were going to apologize but you heard his comment, paused your sentence to look up at him.

Laughter echoed in the background and people called Ransom’s name but it was long forgotten when he saw you.

Love, at first sight.

It didn’t seem so ridiculous anymore.

The mere sight of you was a harsh contrast to the cruel world he has dealt with his entire life. It was like the universe wrapped and presented you as the embodiment of a second chance for his life. To think that love, at first sight, was ridiculous.

Your beauty wasn’t something he understood. It wasn’t like the beauty he sought during the lonely hours of night, when he simply required a bedwarmer to ease the ache. It was memorable, almost like a blend of warm vibrancy; a feeling resembling that of the summer’s sun, kissed his skin ever so delicately.

He thought he was dying for a second. His hands were tingly and would not ease up no matter how much he clenched and unclenched them. His heart dove straight to his stomach, refusing to come up for air as long as he continued to look at you.

You on the other hand, you were conflicted. You were going to give him a piece of your mind for talking to you like that but one look at him and you wanted to run away. It was too intense for you.

His piercing stare mirrored the moon, melted and poured into the mould that he called eyes. His aura radiated coldness. Yet, you just knew that his hands would be as warm as a bonfire during a snowstorm. Being around him would be like the slight sting that you felt when winter’s breeze grazed your skin. That sting, no matter how painful, is rewarding when you consider his arms that would envelope you as a blanket.

Momentarily looking into each others eyes, both of you knew. You just knew. You were both thinking the same thing. It felt like eons had passed since the wine spill but logically, you knew it had only been seconds.

“Don’t talk to me like that” you finally blurted. No matter how enamored you were with him, you needed to knock him down a few pegs.

“I-I… I’m”

“You’re?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he stuttered. He felt like he would never recover from this embarrassment.

“I-uhm. It’s okay. I just…” you trailed off, realizing you weren’t even sure what to say.

“Can we get out of here?” he piped up.

It took you by surprise because you were thinking the same thing. You considered it too bold a thing to say but here he was.

You held his wrist and led him out. As soon as you marched out the door, he pulled his arm up, and you assumed he was going to take it out of your grasp. He surprised you though, instead, holding your hand.

The dress and the sweater became irrelevant; all either of you could focus on was the warm grip you both had on each other’s hands as you strolled through the overly extravagant neighbourhood.

Part of your mind was screaming at yourself, as was his. He could kill you, you thought. Or do worse. And here you are, walking with a complete stranger through a neighbourhood you don’t even know.

“I thought you felt it too,” he confessed. “That’s why I... really, I don’t ever do this.”

The old Ransom would have said ‘I know you felt it too.’ It hadn’t been ten minutes since you met him and you were already changing him.

“I've never done this either. I mean frankly, you could be a murderer and here I am, holding you hand,” you joked.

“I’m not a murderer,” he chuckled, “But I can’t help but feel a little weird about this.” You looked up at the moon-less night, convinced that it wasn’t a coincidence.

“I know… I-... I don’t even know your name,” you giggled and his heart fluttered around his chest. He couldn’t compare the feeling to butterflies - it was more like hummingbirds, refusing to settle.

“I felt something and it’s weird ‘cause I was so scared. I was scared and overwhelmed by this sort of dread. Dread that was like, what if you didn’t feel the same way?” you rambled, only slightly cautiously. You knew nothing of this man, and you were laying out how you felt in the open?

“My name is Ransom,” he stopped the stroll and faced you, picking up your other arm.

“Y/N” you meekly responded, having difficulty meeting his eyes. You had never felt such a burn in your cheeks, yet right now, you felt like your face was on fire.

“Hey, hey” he softly tilted you chin up. “Can we run with this? Whatever this is?” He would get on his knees and plead if he had to. Because you were right; he felt like he would die if you didn’t feel the same way.

“Please. Let’s run with this. Whatever this is, let’s just run with it,” you agreed and nodded lightly, not breaking out of the stare.

“What is this?” he uttered under his breath and rested his forehead onto yours.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the same air as him. His warmth and scent reminded you of sugar cookies and pine trees.

He took in a breath and felt the aroma of vanilla and fresh roses evade his senses.

“I don’t know. But I like it,” you breathed.

He cupped your face and pulled away to look at your face again. He planted a delicate but firm kiss to your forehead as you encased his waist with your arms, naturally gravitating towards him. He tenderly held your face as he pulled away. One look and you were a goner, but now, you’re utterly floored by the mere thought of him.

Love, that too, at first sight.

Wasn’t horseshit after all.

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captainbucky13 · 3 years

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Drew Starkey Fic :)

A/N: Hi guys, this is my first fic ever (how scary!) so any criticism or advice will be so helpful. Thanks, hope you enjoy :)

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Outer Banks wasn’t your first acting job. You had played multiple roles in TV shows and movies and had gained quite the following. Talk shows and interviews were now part of your daily life, and you barely had any time to relax. You had people falling to your feet with admiration, but none of them wanted a committed relationship. You always tried to make an effort getting to know each cast member on a personal level, but due to clashing schedules it wasn’t always possible. However, no cast had imprinted as much as this one; especially one brown-haired boy.

Your relationship with Drew Starkey couldn’t easily be described using words. He made you flustered, nervous and giddy like a schoolgirl with a crush. But this was more than a crush. You had fallen head-over-heels in love with him. In your eyes the planets revolved around him, he was the centre of the universe, the Sun rose and fell just for him.

But you hated it. You hated the fact that he would never look at you the same way, or even start to reciprocate the same feelings. Drew was oblivious to his effect on you, whereas the rest of the cast recognised the heart-eyes straight away. They had tried to leave you two alone multiple times, but it always ended up with you being friend-zoned.

Until you all decided to go to a club.

Filming for season two had just finished a couple of days before, and it was time to celebrate. The cast decided to rent a house so you could all be together during filming, so getting to the club would be easy. You had declined the offer at first, wanting to settle down with a takeaway and Netflix, but Austin persuaded you to get dressed up and party.

You pulled out a dark green dress that wasn’t too revealing, but you chose comfort over looks. After hopping in the shower and getting ready, you slipped on shoes and a matching bag, and headed downstairs.

No one else was ready yet, so you headed to the kitchen for some water. As you fill up your glass, none other than Drew walks in, wearing a white short-sleeved button up and black jeans. He looks you up and down and, unknowingly to you, darts his tongue out to lick his lips. You turn to look at him and he strides towards you, making you tilt your head to look at his towering frame.

“You look amazing,” he says as he steps closer. You cough and take another sip of water, trying to stop the butterflies.

“Thanks, I actually made an effort for once.”

He smirks and saunters away, shouting for the rest of the group. You lean against the counter, breathing deeply, before standing tall and heading out of the front door with everyone. Taking two separate taxis, you all make it to the club and head to a large booth in the corner; enough privacy and an equal distance between the bar and the toilets. After getting settled in the booth, you and Rudy take drinks orders and head to the bar.

“You’re really making it obvious, you know that right?” After looking at him puzzled, Rudy continues. “Sneaking glances, constantly checking that you look okay, he’s definitely noticed that you look amazing, why won’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“I just- I’ve always been so reserved with my emotions, why start opening up now?”

“Trust me, tell him and you’ll wake up in his bed tomorrow morning wondering why you didn’t say anything sooner.” He winks at you and glances back towards the bartender.

You wonder if Rudy speaks the truth, or if he had any alcohol before coming to the club. After taking the drinks back to the table, you all take a group photo and let the fun begin. A few rounds later and you feel the slight buzz of the alcohol and excuse yourself to go the bathroom; luckily for you, the girls accompany you. On your way back to the booth, Maddie turns to you.

“Let’s do shots.” She motions over to the bar where there seems to be only a small queue. After ordering three shots for each person, you turn to look for the girls, which worries you as they’re nowhere to be seen.

“They shouldn’t have worn those heels.” You turn at the familiar voice and see Drew stood behind you, his chest tight against your back. You giggle and look back at the bartender who seems to be taking forever pouring your shots. A sudden surge of confidence runs through you and you look behind you.

“I’ve never realised how good you look in black skinny jeans,” you smirk, and before he can reply, you grab the tray of shots and head back to the booth. However, before you make it back, someone grabs a shot and downs it before reaching for another.

“Hey pretty lady, what are you doing being a waitress in a club?” The guy is clearly drunk and undresses you with his eyes.

“If you don’t mind, please can we get past? We’re just trying to get to our friends,” you shout over the pounding music. Subconsciously you reach for Drew, and he steps closer, his hand on your lower back. You look at the rest of the group, who have already started to make their way over, clearly sensing this won’t end well.

“Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll show you a good time.”

“Dude, keep it in your pants, we don’t want any trouble, but you’ve just disrespected my girl.” Drew steps in front of you and you place the shots on a nearby table, blushing slightly intensely at the fact he called you his girl.

Before you know it, punches are being thrown and Chase and JD are dragging Drew out of the club, Austin’s arm around your shoulder. You look out of the window of the taxi at the empty streets, feeling Austin’s arm still around your shoulder. You don’t know how long the ride home is, but the group enters the house in silence. You glance at JD and he motions for everyone to go upstairs, leaving you and Drew alone.

“Do you need an ice pack? Pain killers? Band-aids?” Your eyes follow Drew, who sits down slowly on the sofa and clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white.

“What would have happened if you were alone? He could’ve done anything,” he growls, not looking away from his lap.

“I’d be fine, just tell him to go away and that I wasn’t interested. Can I get you anythi-”

“God, can you stop thinking about everyone else and be selfish for once? You don’t take care of yourself enough and work yourself too hard. You should be talking about how a guy could’ve – could’ve done anything to you, but no! You’re worrying about me!” He looks at you with tears in his eyes, making you rush over to his side.

You pull him in for a hug and he buries his head in your neck. After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, you bring his head up to look in his eyes.

“I know anything could’ve happened, but I’m okay. Nothing happened because of you. Thank you. And I know I should be talking about it, but you’re bleeding. Let me take care of you,” you whisper the last part. He slowly nods his head and follows you to the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table, he clears his throat and goes to speak, but nothing comes out. You look at him expectantly, as you take out the first aid kit and get everything ready.

“You’re too good for this world, you know? No one compares to you. You always put others first and-”

“Stop talking,” you demand. You clean his lip and his other wounds and pack everything away. Turning back to him, he goes to speak, but you interrupt.

“I was brought up to put the needs of others before mine and take nothing in return, that’s just how I am. But I- I’m sick of hiding my feelings Drew. Seeing you hurt because of me, that hurt me. I never wanted to put you in danger. I guess it hurt me so much because I like you. More than a friend. And I hope you feel the same way, but if you don’t that’s okay. I um, I want to be mature about this, so can we not make this awkward?”

He stands up and pushes you against the counter. You are insanely aware of his large hands on your hips and his breath fanning your face. His large frame towers over you and he tilts your head to look up at him.

“Why do you think I got in a fight for you?”

Before you can respond, he delicately places his lips on yours, as if trying not to break you. You never thought the night would end like this, kissing Drew slowly and passionately with your hands bunching his shirt in the kitchen. When you break apart, you look into his eyes and he blushes.

“I guess you feel the same way then,” you say.

“Absolutely not”, he teases, nudging his nose against yours as you gasp.

He tickles your sides as you slide your hands around his neck and bring him in for another hug, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Your feet leave the floor as he picks you up and you giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist. You kiss him again, with more force this time, and snake your fingers through his hair.

“Can we take this slow? I don’t wanna rush into anything,” you ask timidly after breaking away from the kiss. He nods quickly and puts you down.

“Of course, we do this at your pace,” he whispers. You look at the clock and yawn, only now realising it’s 3am. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

You trail up the stairs behind him and he stops at your door, turning to you.

“Goodnight my love,” he says, and kisses your forehead tenderly.

“Goodnight,” you reply, aware of his nickname for you. You lean into his touch and spare him one last glance before heading into your room. After closing the door, you lean against it and look into the room, seeing the girls on your bed.

You run over to them, squealing, and sit next to them.

“Tell us everything!”

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cali-holland · 3 years

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Forever and Ever, Ch. 5: Everything’s Coming Up Roses

Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader, Wedding Series

After months apart, you and Tom are reunited, but, with fans and paparazzi hot on your trail, it’s hard to enjoy private time together, like looking for wedding flowers and buying condoms.

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes (condom buying)

Word Count: 3400

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“Can you find the time to let your lover hold you

He needs somebody to hold to

His love is strong and so true

His arrows aiming for you

And he's the one that you were born to love

Love like this may come once

Baby it's fate

Like a soul mate he's your penguin”

Penguin, Christina Perri

A/N: this is rushed and unedited bc i’m going out of town sooo yeah enjoy

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Tom wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he pulled up to the airport at 5 in the morning, but he definitely wasn’t expecting a small group of paparazzi and fans waiting at the exit of the baggage claim. No matter how they knew he was there, he was caught in a frustrated embarrassment.

With a small sigh, he stepped out of his car in his flannel green penguin printed pajama pants and his pink hoodie (he thoroughly regretted thinking “I can just wear my pajamas, no one will see me” earlier this morning when he was rushing out of the apartment). Doing his best to ignore the cameras that were most definitely on him, his face lit up when he saw you grabbing your luggage off the conveyor belt in baggage claim. Harrison stood beside you, having already grabbed his bags.

“Someone looks cozy.” You teased as Tom came up to the two of you.

“I think this is the best look I’ve had all year.” He joked, wrapping his arms around you. He barely got out “I missed you” before his lips were on yours.

“You know there’s paps here, right?” Harrison said, doing his best to not look at the cameras. You waved off your brother, continuing to savor Tom’s lips for another moment before stepping back, satisfied with the tender kiss. Your hand slipped into his, and he grabbed your luggage.

“I can carry it.” You insisted, and he shook his head.

“Nope. I’ve got it.” He stated.

Harrison rolled his eyes playfully at the two of you and held onto his own luggage. The three of you made your way out of the airport and to the car.

“Can’t wait for the press to have a field day with those pictures.” Tom grumbled as he loaded up your luggage into the car. He got into the driver’s seat and you sat beside him in the passenger’s seat while Harrison tried his best to catch up on sleep in the back.

“I love these pajamas though.” You smiled, cheekily running a finger on his thigh over one of the penguins.

Tom’s hand found yours, intertwining your fingers, while he drove away from the airport. “You only say that because you bought me these.”

“And you bought me them too, so we can match. I even brought them, so we can be wearing green penguins together.” You said, making a chuckle escape his lips. Tom placed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, the smile never really leaving his face.

“How was the flight?” He asked.

“Would’ve been better if someone wasn’t snoring the whole time.”

“Fuck off,” Harrison grumbled from the backseat, “Better than you on Pinterest the entire flight.”

“I was only on Pinterest because you wouldn’t let me sleep.” You stated, turning around to look at him, just to see that his eyes were closed with his head leaned up against the headrest.

When you all got back to Tom’s rented apartment, Harrison made his way into the guest room, fully planning on sleeping for a majority of the day, while you changed into your own penguin pajama pants and one of Tom’s hoodies. As you came out of the bathroom, you saw Tom already curled up under the bedsheets.. Smiling at your sleepy fiance, you carefully slid into the bed as the clock struck 6. Tom let out a soft sigh, shifting to wrap his arms around you immediately.

“I love you so much.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you, too.” You whispered as you cuddled in closer to him, letting your penguin covered legs intertwine with his.

You woke up a few hours later with sunlight streaming in through his open blinds. You contemplated getting up to fix them, but with Tom’s arm draped over you as he continued to sleep, you decided against it. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you shifted a little so that you were out of the sole spot of sun in the room. Tom turned around next to you, his face falling right beside your shoulder, close enough that you could feel his warm, steady breaths fanning the hoodie.

Quietly, you snuck a quick picture of him, smiling at how his hair flopped onto his forehead and his mouth hung open just enough for a few snores to slip past. Without giving it a second thought, you posted the photo to your Instagram, teasingly captioning it: ‘send help, i think he’s drooling’. You held back a laugh, thinking of his reaction when he’d wake up to see the image, but it wasn’t something he hadn’t done to you.

In fact, that was how he confirmed your relationship after you’d first gotten together.

“What if we went public?” You said casually one night, wrapped up in Tom’s arms in bed as you two watched a movie on his laptop.

“I thought you wanted to wait.” Tom replied, surprise clear in his tone as he stopped the movie.

“Well, I did, but there’s already rumors, and we’re both happy and comfortable, right?” As soon as you said the words, you felt a small glimmer of doubt starting to creep in. What if Tom thought you two weren’t ready for that step? It was his career after all.

“Of course I’m happy with you. But I know the media and the fans can be a lot. If we go public, there’s no real going back from that.”

“Tom,” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly, “It’s okay. I can handle it.”

After a few happy kisses of excitement, you two spent the rest of the night trying to decide what pictures would be okay. You both wanted it to be subtle, and, even though you’d only been dating for three months, it was oddly difficult to choose what image you wanted to signify “hey world, we’re dating”. It was late when you two finally settled on the perfect picture and decided tomorrow would be the day, the day that you both post about your relationship.

Tom woke up first that next morning, and a smile played on his lips as he saw you snuggled up to him, still wearing his t-shirt from last night. He was face up on his back, and your cheek was pressed right over his shirtless chest, directly above his heart. With an arm draped over his waist, you subconsciously clung to him. He slowly reached for his phone, doing his best to not move and wake you. Phone in hand, he smirked proudly to himself as he took a picture of you.

He tensed, hearing the camera click loudly. You shuffled on his chest. Still half-asleep, you mumbled, “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Maybe.” Tom chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You didn’t seem to be truly bothered, drifting off to sleep again. Tom looked down at you and then at the picture, and he felt his heart swell with happiness.

He loved you, he just hadn’t told you that yet. And he couldn’t be more excited to share you with the world. Throwing away all picture conversations from the night before, he pulled up Instagram to post his new favorite picture of you. Keeping it simple, all he put as the caption was a single heart emoji, thinking that the picture would explain enough. Even with your face partially obscured, he knew the fans would know who you are; after all, you weren’t wrong last night when you said that fans already speculated that you two were together (though maybe publicly hanging out with you with no one else around was a bit of a give away).

The second after he hit post, he exited the app, locking his phone for now. He didn’t need the stress of seeing people’s reactions, not when you were there in his arms right now. He found himself subconsciously starting to caress your back, loosely running his fingers through your hair, as a way to calm himself down. His soft touches slowly woke you up.

Wordlessly, you reached a hand behind your back, taking Tom’s hand in yours. Murmuring, you asked, “Why are you nervous?”

Tom couldn’t open his mouth to respond before his phone began to ring, the ringtone telling the two of you that it was his manager. He grimaced at the sound, and you sat up to look at him, the blankets pooling around you. You eyed him suspiciously, “You took a picture and posted it, didn’t you?”

“If I say yes, will you hate me?” Tom asked, a sheepish smile on his face. You quickly grabbed your phone, pulling up Instagram. The post of you was blowing up your own account, an influx of followers suddenly coming in as well as pictures of you. When you saw Tom’s post, you softened, smiling at the picture of you taken only moments earlier. If anyone else had taken a picture of you and posted it without your consent, you would’ve been upset, but this was Tom, who you loved.

“I’ll get you back for this.” You teased, putting your phone aside to lean in and kiss him.

“Oh, will you now?” He mumbled against your lips.

Later that night, you posted a picture as well. It was simple, no caption necessary, just your legs in his lap, holding onto his arm as you leaned into him. And posting stolen pictures of each other sleeping became a regular occurrence, whether it be you sleeping on the plane beside Tom or Tom sleeping on set, cuddling you on a couch.

You felt Tom’s arms tighten around you momentarily before he blinked awake. He turned to face you, a sleepy smile on his face. Mumbling sweetly, he said, “You’re my favorite thing to wake up to.”

“You’re mine, too.” You reached a hand behind his neck, loosely playing with his curls as you pulled him in for a kiss. He smiled into the kiss, his lips tenderly moving over yours. It was soft, yet passionately full of love, the both of you savoring being together again.

The kiss slowly grew heated with you tugging lightly on his curls and him dipping his tongue between your lips. When you felt Tom’s hands wander to your waistline, thumbing the top of your pajama bottoms, you reluctantly pulled away. Tom opened his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at you in confusion, “Is something wrong?”

“I switched my pills.” You said with a small sigh. When his confusion remained, you explained further, “My birth control pills. They won’t be fully effective for a couple more weeks.”

“Well, that’s shit planning.” Tom joked, before giving you a quick, reassuring kiss. “I can ask Harrison-”

“No.” You shook your head immediately. “You can’t seriously go ask him for a condom.”

“You’re right.” He let out a sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. “Guess we’re buying condoms today.”

“Don’t forget we’ve got the florist to see, too.” You laughed.

“Condoms and flowers. Perfect shopping list.”

A few short hours later, you and Tom walked into the nearby store, hand in hand, looking for the one thing neither of you had purchased in ages.

“We should get flavored ones.” You joked.

“But you won’t taste them.” Tom replied, pulling the hat down further on his face as you two stepped into the condom aisle, which thankfully was empty. While Tom had no problem with wearing condoms as protection or with buying them, the last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him. As you both came to a stop in front of the condom selection, your eyes went wide. “Where are the normal ones? And why are they all in Spanish?”

“Well, we are in Spain.” You leaned into his side, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Tom felt like his eyes were straining, stress bubbling up inside him as he stared at the boxes. He cursed himself for not knowing more than basic Spanish, and he definitely didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of asking for help.

“I say we get this one.” Tom grabbed the first box off the shelf.

“Pequeño? You know that means small, right?” You bit back a laugh as he huffed, putting it back on the shelf. You heard shuffling from behind you, and you felt him tense a little. Another couple, around your age, was now not too far from you, also looking at the condoms. Tom tried to pay no mind to them, grabbing another random box.

“That brand’s not very good.” The guy down the aisle said, his nose twisted up in disgust. “They’re uncomfortable.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” Tom replied, clearing his throat awkwardly before putting the box back.

“You should get those.” The man pointed out, laughing a little. You and Tom looked at the box in question, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bursting out in laughter. Though Tom was doing his best despite the painful awkwardness of it all, he completely choked up at the red and blue box. It was safe to say, up until that moment, neither you nor Tom knew that Spider-Man themed condoms were a thing. “It’s actually a really good brand.”

“So, we’re getting these.” You said, through your laughter, grabbing the box with the iconic Queens superhero on it.

“Wow, never thought I’d be on a condom box.” Tom looked at the box in disbelief, before looking at the couple. “I take it you’re fans then?”

“Yes.” They both nodded.

“Congratulations on your engagement, by the way.” The girl stated with a smile.

“Thank you.” You replied happily.

“Could we ask for a picture or-” The guy began to ask, and Tom nodded.

“Just not in the condom aisle.” He laughed.

After a few pictures with the two fans, you both bought the condoms and managed to leave the store without getting recognized again. Following a quick stop back at the apartment (to drop off the condoms… among other things), you and Tom arrived at a local flower shop. Tom held onto your hand as you walked up and down the aisles, admiring the sights, smells, and feels of the various flowers. For how often Tom sent you flowers, he never really thought to look past the classic rose.

“What about hydrangeas?” You asked him, coming to a stop in front of a display of pink, purple, and white hydrangeas, all their petals beautifully bunched together.

“They look nice.” Tom hummed in agreement. “I like the pink better.”

“Me too.” You took out your phone to add the flower to your list, wanting to make sure you remembered which flowers in particular you two liked.

“Gardenias. Isn’t this the candle you have?” He asked, leaning down to smell one of the petite white flowers.

“Yes, it’s the candle you bought me.” You replied with a little laugh.

“I’ve got good taste.” He smiled proudly. You continued your walk amongst the flowers, adding carnations and baby’s breath to your list.

When the two of you made your way over to the roses, you noticed another customer, a teenage girl, had her phone out, and she did her best to not make it obvious that she was filming the two of you. You couldn’t get a word out to Tom before he checked his phone and spoke up, “Harry and Harrison want to go out for drinks tonight.”

“Sounds like we’ll all be hungover tomorrow morning.” You laughed, leaning into him as he eyed the roses. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering quietly in his ear, “We’ve been spotted again.”

“At least we’re looking at flowers, not condoms.” He chuckled softly. “Let’s just decide on some roses and then we can go back to the apartment, alright?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You replied. As you checked the tags on the roses, Tom did his best to look distracted. It was obvious why you two were in a floral shop, one that centered around wedding flowers, but he still didn’t want a wave of fans and paps to disrupt his time with you. Getting spotted three times in one day was incredibly unusual for him.

The fan never stepped forward to talk to either of you, and you both just played it off as if you weren’t being filmed while browsing flowers. By the time you two left the shop, there was a small crowd of paparazzi. Tom held onto your hand tightly, leading you through the crowd of flashing cameras.

“When’s the wedding?” “Who’s invited to the wedding?” Every question the paps threw at you two were wedding-themed, and it wasn’t until you two were in the safety of Tom’s car that you let out a shaky breath, one that you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“That was fun.” Tom said, annoyance clear in his tone as he started up the car. You kept your hand in his, knowing he needed the physical affirmation of comfort. Once he had driven far enough away that the photographs had stopped, he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“We’ll be extra sneaky at the pub.” You joked, making him playfully roll his eyes.

Later that night, when the four of you were out, you and Tom were beyond thankful for the lack of fans and paps in view. The freedom of not having a camera (well, besides Harry’s) on you two was quite possibly the best feeling in the world. It was just the four of you having a good time, nothing getting out that neither of you wanted out. Unfortunately, Harry wouldn’t let you two forget the pictures that were circulating all over the Internet today- you two standing in front of condoms, searching for which pack to buy.

“You know you two wouldn’t have gotten recognized if Tom wasn’t there.” Harry joked, but all of you knew the truth in that statement, even Tom.

“He’s the reason I need them.” You teased, and Tom laughed.

“Three times. Three bloody times today.” Tom sighed, taking a long drink of his beer. “We can’t even go to the store without someone seeing us.”

“Still can’t believe that fan outed us.” You added with a lighthearted laugh. “First they take a picture of us in front of condoms and then they ask for a picture.”

“While it might be great for you to talk about your sibling’s sex life, I don’t want to talk about my sister’s.” Harrison told Harry, an unamused look on his face. You rolled your eyes at him before snuggling even closer to Tom in the booth.

“What? They’ve been boning since that New Year’s party a few years ago, and they’re getting married now. Get over it.” Harry chuckled, and all eyes fell on him. You and Tom exchanged a quick glance, silently questioning how Harry knew about that, while Harrison just looked at him dumbfounded.

“How did you know about that?” Tom questioned, not really catching that Harrison was lost at the current conversation.

“You and Y/N went to your room at midnight and I saw her leave the next morning. I may have been sloshed and then severely hungover, but I know a hookup when I see one.” Harry explained before taking a sip of his beer. It was then that he looked over at Harrison, who was glancing between you and Tom, as you two both sported the same sheepish smiles.

“You hooked up with my sister?” Harrison accused Tom, his tone caught somewhere between disgusted by and angry with his best friend.

“Yes?” Tom answered truthfully, but it came out as more of a question. You slapped his arm lightly.

“You weren’t supposed to tell him.” You muttered, though both Harrison and Harry could hear you clearly.

“He knows now.” He replied, as if Harrison wasn’t there to speak for himself.

It was silent for a moment as Harrison processed the new information and Harry decided to just bite his tongue, not realizing that he had pieced together confidential information years ago. You took a long drink of your beer before sighing a little, “Well, we’re getting married anyway, so clearly it worked out.”

“Let’s just never talk about this again.” Harrison offered, getting up to grab you all another round.

“Agreed.” You and Tom replied synchronously.

Tom had thought the worst part of his day was wearing cringey pajamas to the airport, but nope, it was buying Spider-Man condoms and Harrison learning about New Year’s Eve. Both conversations, he’d gladly never bring up ever again.

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Lilies of the Valley VI

A/B/O!BTS x Reader

Flowers can have different meanings depending on the flower shape, color, and method in which they are presented. Lilies are my favorite for such a simple flower can have so many distinct meanings.

“Why is there a missing flower you ask? I have left it out for only you could complete me.”

Release Date: 06/05/20 @ 7 pm

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It had been three days since YN had broken the fever and experienced her heat. The past days had been uneventful mainly, as most of the alphas remained hidden away in the main house. Like a routine, each of the men would swing by to check on her: Taehyung in the morning, Jimin for lunch, and Yoongi at dinner. It had been annoying at first, but YN had become accustomed to their presence which after dwelling on it for some bit she surmised was their plan. Then there lay another issue which had entirely slipped her mind until earlier this morning when she had received a call from her mother.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to hear your voice. You really should call more often we all miss you.”

“I know. Sorry, I’ve just been busy.”

“I was just calling to remind you about your sister’s engagement brunch. Seeing as you didn’t rsvp.”

Shit. “Yeah, um, about that -”

"No excuses. You promised you would go." There was a brief pause before her mother spoke again. "I know you're worried, but it's the 21st-century darling. Mates aren't as important as they used to be. People are a lot more open-minded nowadays."

“I know, Mom.”

“I just miss you so much, YN. It would mean a lot to the family if you showed up. You might regret not being there and your sister has promised that they’ll be no unmated alphas so you don’t have to worry.”

“Alright, mom. I’ll be there.”

Now YN had a little over twenty-four hours to convince her mates to allow her to go alone. It would be easier to steal the crown jewels. Though she appreciated it, the men had been noticeably tenser since her heat and she couldn’t predict how they would react. So, perhaps it would be best to wait this out. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. No point in damaging the delicate peace that had been established between her and the pack.

"You seem distracted," Jimin commented as the two of them sat at the edge of her bed watching some random sitcom YN had settled on. In front of her was a bowl of ramyeon that had been cooked by Seokjin. It hurt her pride to admit that it tasted delicious as if the man needed any more positive qualities to be attributed to him. "I was just wondering how everyone is." If the alphas were still out of commission, it would be an easier escape. The betas were still protective over YN, but less so.

“Ah, about that. We were wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight? I promise everyone will be on their best behavior.”

YN doubted that sincerely, but it wouldn’t hurt her to show up. It would better her chances of convincing them, by demonstrating that all the effects of her heat were gone. Though there was one thing to account for. “Is that okay? So soon after their ruts?” YN was sure hormones were bound to be raging and it might not bode well for her either, but Jimin gave her the sweetest of smiles when he said. “Of course, we’d never do anything to put you in harm's way.” How could she not believe him? Even when deep down she knew it was a lie.

It stank. To be entirely honest it wasn't a bad smell, but it was so intense that YN could practically choke on it and that's what made it unpleasant. The manor was less polished than the first time she had been there, but not so. Before it looked like something one would find in the cover of architectural digest, now it simply looked lived in. Even if it was warmer these days, YN still covered up drowning herself in jeans and a large wool sweater. Yoongi hadn't commented anything when he came to pick her up, merely intertwined his hands in hers, and led her towards the dining room. The second she crossed over the threshold, arms swept her up into the air. Jungkook's musky scent filled her senses.

“I missed you.” He said, before placing her back on the ground. It took all her will power, not to recoil from the young alpha and he seemed greatly pleased at that. “Yah, Kookie. Let her be, you stink.” Hoseok scolded, as he helped set the dishes. As YN glanced around she saw everyone settling into their seats, her eyes met Seokjin’s briefly and he flashed her a smile. One that, subconsciously or not, YN returned. However, someone was missing as there were only six in the room.

"Where's Namjoon?" YN asked, looking around. Everyone seemed to stiffen a bit but refrained from answering. Suddenly, YN felt hot breath caress her ears causing her to jump slightly. Namjoon chuckled before placing his arms on her hips, "Right here, Lily." Before she could respond, he moved away towards his seat at the front. YN went to sit between the beta's like last time but found the only available space was between Jungkook and Hoseok. Great. This is going to be a long night. From what little she knew about ruts, YN knew that alphas tended to be a bit needy afterward - especially if they were mated. YN hadn't assumed this would matter much since her partial bond was tied to Jungkook and not the lead alpha, but it seemed to affect them all nonetheless. On the one hand, there were the peering eyes of Namjoon and Jungkook moving his chair ever so slightly closer to hers whenever he thought she wasn't looking. On her other side was Hoseok, whose legs would brush hers under the table.

Then there was Seokjin, who simply smiled at her whenever their eyes met - which was a lot. Even though the atmosphere wasn’t as tense as the first night, it still felt suffocating to her. She was beginning to look forward to the trip, preferring to stay a weekend with her stingy relatives rather than the men.

“Are you alright, YN? You’ve barely touched your food.” Suddenly all eyes were on her, she nodded meekly trying to play it off but the damage had been done.

Hoseok’s palm came to rest on her forehead and she wasn’t sure how he was supposed to check her temperature given how warm he was. “You are a bit warm.”

“Do you not feel good?” Jungkook spoke up beside her, as he tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

“I’m fine. Just a bit warm that’s all.” Immediately Namjoon gestured for the air conditioning to be lowered. All eyes were on her now and despite how uncomfortable it made her, it did present an opportunity. Here goes nothing. "I wanted to speak to all of you about something." The change was minuscule, blink and you'll miss it sort of thing, but had YN been paying attention she might have noticed the darkened look that crossed over then men's faces. How their eyes became hooded in anticipation.

“My sister is engaged and I’m supposed to be attending a family brunch is her honor.” At this all seven of them visibly slackened, tension exiting their bodies.

"That's fantastic," Jimin spoke, lips pulled upward into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Unfortunately I've got work, so I won't be able to meet the family just yet."

Wait. What? “Uh -”

Taehyung's baritone voice echoed loudly, "I can't either. Have to help Jimin." It was then that YN realized she'd been misunderstood. They thought she was asking for accompaniment when all she had been doing was informing them. Cautiously her eyes turned to Yoongi, who merely shrugged. "I'm overdue for a deadline." No.

“Well,” Namjoon cleared his throat. “That settles it then, you’ll be going with us.” If the smile he flashed her was meant to be reassuring, it accomplished the opposite of its goals.

"Promise me, you'll behave." Yoongi wrapped his arms around Hoseok's neck puckering his lips as the lead alpha leaned down to kiss him. "No promises." He smirked, before placing the last of his luggage in the trunk. YN could swear it was a week-long trip with the number of clothes the men had packed, not to mention all the last-minute wardrobe changes they had forced on her. There was a bigger issue that hung over YN's head, much larger than her being stuck with only Alphas for the entire weekend, it was that her family wasn't aware of her current living situation. All they knew of her 'mates' was the incident and YN didn't think they'd be so inclined to welcome them into their home.

So, they had booked a hotel. It didn't really address the issue but considering YN was certainly going to arrive late, her childhood home was bound to be taken up by relatives. Once in the car, the atmosphere was quite tense though that was mainly because Jungkook had almost thrown a temper tantrum when he saw that YN was sitting between Seokjin and Namjoon. Not him. "Jungkook if you don't quell your hormones, I will buy you a literal dog house for you to sleep in." Seokjin threatened, earning a few snickers and a pout from the young alpha.

YN stared out the window seeing the houses move by as Namjoon scrolled on his phone. Whenever YN was in cars she always thought of what she should do if an escape needed to be made. The fault of that might be on all the spy movies she grew up watching. The other might be the Omega protection course she was forced to take in college which engrained survival skills such as: covering up, self-defense, and how to escape a kidnapper. Fun things. She was beginning to wonder whether or not escape was possible when it dawned on YN that her eyes had been situated on Namjoon’s phone the entire time. The man in question had noticed as well.

“Sorry, I zoned out.” She rushed to apologize.

Namjoon smiled, “Don’t worry I noticed. I was just setting up an appointment with Dr. Lee.” Who? "She's an OB. I spoke with her to get you off suppressants." Ah, right. YN had yet to tell them that her prolonged heat was more her due to misuse than the suppressants. Sensing her discomfort, Seokjin grabbed her hand and squeezed it tenderly. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out." YN couldn't figure out if he'd been referring to the suppressants, the family visit, or everything that was happening. It didn't matter, YN didn't believe him for a second.

Instead, YN took a deep breath and closed her eyes, preferring sleep than having any more interactions with the alphas. She knew once they arrived, she would need all her strength. Her family wasn't bound to be happy at not being informed at their daughter's mating status - not to mention who her mates were. It seems Jungkook was wearing headphones for YN could barely pick up the rhythmic thumping of bass, but that was enough to lull her into a nap.

When YN awoke, she found herself strewn across the laps of the men. Though she had not opened her eyes, she sensed her head was resting on Hoseok's with her feet at Namjoon's. Delicate hands weaved themselves through her hair, their calming nature causing YN to shift in order to feel the sensation more. She swore she heard the muttering of a 'cute' before the glare of the sun hit her face, forcing her awake. "C'mon, baby. Rise and shine." Yn grunted and stood up, the back passenger door had been opened but all of them had remained in place. In her groggy state, YN rubbed her eyes and asked. "Why'd you move me?" Instead of an answer, she got a pat on the back and Jungkook tugged her off the car.

YN's eyes widened in recognition as she saw Yeong-gwang's school grounds in front of her. It had been years, but the school's arches remained as pristine as she remembered them. Its Rococo inspired architecture is a clear demonstration of its wealth and status. YN's parents could just barely afford tuition and only received a scholarship because her grandfather attended. "What are we doing here?" She wanted to move her eyes away, but they remained frozen on the platinum gates. A place that once held such fond memories was now only a place of tragedy for her.

“Your sister wanted to meet here.” And as if having called on the devil herself, she appeared.

“What the fuck are they doing here?!”

Sorry this update is short, but that’s because the next one is going to be long and important.

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dean-winchesters-gardian-angel · 3 years

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The Same Bed - Chapter 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights they have and their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2044

Warnings: Fluff, angst, blood, description of injury, swearing, heated scene, slow burn.

A/N: “Welcome to the end” as chuck so bluntly put it. This is the last chapter of The Same Bed and as exited as I am for the story to conclude and for you all read it, I am as much saddened by its departure. It’s been a highlight of my week. I love Fridays but to me it’s as mch because of the weekend as it is because of my posting the next chapter. You have all been so kind and your reactions to this story are so heartening but alas this is the end. Not to say there wont be more to come ;) So for the last time on The Same Bed; Read it, enjoy and I’ll see you on the other side. There’s a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. As are all that came before; Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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They sat in the bathroom without a word while Y/N pulled the glass from his palm. The occasional flinch would draw her attention up to his face. His eyes were half-closed all cockiness washed away. This was the Dean no one else got to see. The Dean that was allowed to feel pain even if from the comparatively small cuts on his hand though to anyone else they were considered bad and warranted a visit to the hospitable for stitches. This Dean didn’t use all his energy blocking out natural reaction to stimulus or emotions. This was Y/Ns Dean.

Y/N was delicate as one could be when removing glass from an open wound. She cleaned his lacerations with alcohol holding it over the sink as the reddened liquid pooled in his palm and streamed along his skin, dripping off the back of his hand. She rinsed off his hand and dried it before taking a bandage wrap from the kit and spinning it around his hand. Tapping the ends securely, she looked up at him. Y/N cupped his face urging him to look at her but as a result, Dean squeezed his eyes shut leaning into her hold, before pulling away avoiding her gaze.

“We should go to bed.” Dean nodded acknowledging her whisper. She followed Dean back to his room. He picked up the glass on the floor and nightstand as she watched him from the doorway. She took a step forward.

“You can’t stay here.” Y/N scoffed as Dean hardly even glanced over his shoulder moving the glass into the little garbage can next to the nightstand.

“Why the hell not? I don’t care how much you hate me, Dean, I’m just trying to help you.”

“I don’t hate you…”

“Seriously? You can’t even look at me god damn it! Dean what have I done to you other than support you! I don’t deserve this! You kick me out! You ignore me! You have no right to treat me this way! I helped with your nightmares! With anything you asked me to and even when you don’t ask me to, I’m there for you Dean! I deserve an explanation! That's the very least I deserve!” Dean spun around quick as a wink. He’s been expecting this but nonetheless hoped they’d manage to avoid it. He had scripted what he’d say though apparently, he subconsciously knew what he truly wanted to say because given the opportunity he went off.

“Because I fell in love with you! I was better off pushing you away and hurting you myself than risk losing you because I was too caught up with loving you. To get distracted and miss something on a hunt! Or have some demon take you and hurt you to get to me! I had to push you away because I fell in love with you!”

“That makes two of us Dean! You think you’re the only one with feelings! You really think pushing me away is going to stop me from getting hurt!? And you’re hardly careless enough to miss something on a hunt because you were distracted by me! Also, how dare you blame me for that Dean, what you’re saying is utter bullshit! God, I just want to punch you right now, knock a little sense in into that brain of yours, you’re being so stupid! You’re also not the only one with enemies! I’ve killed countless demons! Maybe you’ll be the one taken and tortured to get to me huh! Ever think of that! I’m not asking for a goddamn marriage proposal Dean! I want my friend back! I want you back Dean you have no idea how much I miss you!”

“‘That makes two of us?’ You’re in love with me too?” Dean was looking down at his aching palm, holding it in his healthy hand.

“Did you completely ignore everything I just said after that?”

“No, no I heard you, and you’re right. I have no excuse for the way I treated you and you do deserve better. And God did I miss you too. I’m really, truly sorry.”

“Good, you should be.” He could hear the smile on her lips before he looked up to see it. “That’s the most ridiculous reason I’ve ever heard for pushing someone away by the way.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Also, really unfair.” The smile was gone again.

“I know.” She laughed softly.

“Dean you realize I’ve loved you for -- jeez -- for forever. Notice I didn’t push you away when I became aware of it.”

“Forever? Like since we met?”

“Yeah, and I still outlasted you before turning into a complete dick.” Dean chuckled looking up to the women he now openly loved. She had moved closer to him and the door had been closed.

“Yeah, I was really just sick of you being so nice but look at you know.” His words were laced with sarcasm as he smirked, awaiting her reaction.

“Well, you did say you loved me so I guess I can stop now.” She took a step closer just as Dean did.

“It was that spaghetti sauce you made. I love a woman who can cook.” Another step closer.

“That, I must say, is one of your more sexist comments.” She reached for his hips pulling him against her body.

“Well, I guess since I’ve made one, I might as well make another. You’re mine.” His hands came to her cheeks as his eyes bore into her own.

“That’s not sexist, that just possessive.” Y/N had never been one to welcome possession in that way. She was her own person and would be treated as such, but the way Dean said it didn’t imply possession or ownership, it implied protection. He was promising that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and she knew he would.

“I mean it though, you’re mine.”

“As long as you’re mine.” Dean didn’t waste any time, responding with a strong, insistent kiss. His demands were met as she pressed her lips against his. Their moves were synchronized, hands sliding over shoulders and under shirts, feet ambitiously stepping towards the bed, lips sucking on whatever skin they could get at, eyes closed as the verbal communication had been put to a minimum, all words translated into touches. Dean backed his way to the bed dropping his weight gracefully while still holding Y/N as she braced herself on her hands on each side of Dean's shoulders. Y/N moaned into the kiss as she straddled Dean's hips, moving her hand under the hem of his shirt sliding them over his taut torso. They parted, catching their breath as she rested her forehead on his breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, with a smile.

“Dean.”

“I know,” He opened his eyes brushing her hair from hers to look into them. “hunt tomorrow.” She smiled holding back a giggle.

“I was really hoping you would forget about that and just kiss me again.”

“I still can.” He leaned up capturing her lips with his. “We really should sleep though.”

“I know but,” She kisses him again working her hands over his body “I really don’t want to.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said as he sat up holding her in his lap kissing her once more. “I really, really want to, but there’s this part of me that wants to do this properly.” He brushed more hair from her face to behind her ear cupping her cheek.

“Properly?”

“A date, dinner, a movie maybe.”

She chuckled. “That’s lame. But I accept.”

“You realize you’re the cheese ball romantic who forced me to watch Grease.”

“Not anymore, mister ‘I don’t sleep with a girl before I take her out.’ Also, you love Grease.” He kissed her again acting as though he couldn’t get enough of her, which, had she asked him, was true.

“Sleep then?” She asked.

“Yes, please. Haven’t slept properly in two nights.”

“How’s your hand?” They shuffled around in the bed to be in their respective spots.

“It’ll be fine. Thank you by the way, for taking care of me even when I really didn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Just promise me you won’t push me when I try to help you next time, okay?”

“Nuh-uh, it's my turn to help you.”

“You know,” She lifted her hand for him to take which he did only to pull her over into his arms. “to be fair you had the opportunity to help me a couple of seconds ago, but you turned me down.” There was a smirk on her face as she looked up to him from his chest.

“Oh, don’t you worry your little head about that. I’ll make sure you get all the help you need…and more” He winked at her before kissing the top of her head as they did their collective best to fall asleep.

“Dean?”

“Mmm.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“What are your nightmares about?” There was a substantially long pause in which Y/N considered telling Dean not to worry about telling her if he didn’t want to but he finally answer. Though it was a whisper, it rang through the room being the only sound to be heard.

“They used to be of my mum, or Sammy getting hurt.”

“And now?”

“You.”

“I’m not that scary am I?” Fully aware that that wasn’t why him dreaming of her was scary, Y/N rubbed his chest with her hand in a reassuring manner. She managed to get a chuckle out of him though.

“No…you dying. I’ve lost you thousands of times in thousands of different ways. And I’m never able to save you.” He stopped there fearing he’d sob if he kept going, nevertheless losing the battle against a single tear that ran its path on the side of his face. Y/N turned gently in his grip holding his face against her hand to kiss him tenderly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Winchester… Promise.”

“You can’t promise something like that.”

“Sure, I can. I just did, didn’t I?”

“Y/N—“ “Dean. Stop worrying, just stop. Let it all go. I’m right here, I’m in your arms, alive and safe. Stop worrying about what could happen, be thankful for what you have. With the life we live Dean, it’s the only realistic way of being happy.” Dean took what she said to heart though it would inevitably be hard to follow through.

“I promise to try.”

“That’s all I ask… me huh... you dream about me.” Y/N was flattered though unmistakably hurting on behalf of Dean.

“What can I say, I’m hopelessly devoted to you.”

“I knew you love that movie, and don’t even try to deny it Dean-o”

“Still sounds stupid.” Dean said with his eyes closed referring to his nickname.

“Good” There was a giggle before they settled. With one last kiss she rested her head over his heart and fell asleep closely followed by Dean.

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They never go to ‘properly’, instead, agreeing, after a not so long talk, that they had had enough dinners and movie nights to last a lifetime— though they wouldn’t write off their traditional movie night. In reality, they were both too impatient after sleeping in the same bed, the sexual tension had become tangible. They had also come to an agreement to continue sharing the same bed seeing as it was the only way either would sleep properly, holding hands of course. Y/N had gotten hurt on multiple occasions and Dean naturally blamed himself. Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t give in to his behaviour; telling him to grow up and that ‘Shit happens’ as she politely put it before telling Dean to get the first aid kit or back in bed seeing as he always picked the topic back up before going to sleep. Dean had also gotten hurt on several occasions as well, though Y/N would help him without a word. Y/N didn’t care about how many times she would get hurt and Dean was the same with himself. They were both happy at the end of the day, as long as they got to fall asleep in the same bed.

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I had so much fun writing this story and even more fun having you read it. I’ve gotten so much love out of writing this and it’s thanks to my readers. So thank you.

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ofdragonsdeep · 3 years

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23: Soul

A connection between Ancients ran deeper than fragile mortals could comprehend.

(AzemxElidibus, ShB spoilers I guess)

Mornings in Amaurot blossomed like a gentle gift. The faint noise of birdsong in distant trees, the shade-dappled paths, the thrum and bustle of activity, all of it held out a welcoming hand to invite the weary wanderer back home.

Hermes, holder of the Seat of Azem, had spent more of his long life within Amaurot than not, and found that he missed it on his long travels around the realm. No matter how far the wanderlust took him, nor how long the trials kept him gone, he would ever return to it. Home, in so many ways, not least of which because it held his heart.

This morning was a quiet one, as returnings went. He was given nods of acknowledgement from the civilians he passed, in recognition of the mask he wore and the rank he held, and he offered smiles and waves at them in return. His cheerful feet traced a familiar path, winding between the buildings and past the entryways where a hundred hundred souls bustled, past the view of the Convocation Hall’s spire, past the aether-crystal in its intricate metal lattice. To a little pocket of green, cocooned tenderly within the city’s gleaming walls. At the highest point, Hermes lay down upon the grass and closed his eyes.

It was not unlike his travels. It was simple, when the mind could weave aether at a thought and there was none of the Architect’s bureaucracy to stifle the creation, to shield oneself from the elements with only the most necessary of comforts. He had spent many nights beneath the stars, feeling the ground beneath him through his robes, staring up to what lay beyond them and wondering at that most unknown of vigils.

He had lain there for long enough to lose track of time when the disturbance came. The sound of robes rustling, feet upon the grass, and a familiar voice.

“Never do you tell me when you see fit to return, Azem. Any would think you do not wish me to find you.”

A smile crept onto Hermes’s face, and he opened his eyes to look at his visitor.

“As if you need long to see my aether among the others, Elidibus.”

His white robes gathered up about his legs as he sat beside his erstwhile colleague, ever unmarred by stains from the grass beneath them. A soft smile sat upon his face - never one for grand gestures, was Elidibus, giving his all to others and saving so little for himself. Of all the people that Hermes knew, he was the one he missed most keenly when duty and curiosity took him out into the world beyond. But in the same stroke, he was the one he returned for - not his duty, not his people. Just Elidibus.

“I take it that your travels were fruitful,” Elidibus said, watching as Hermes sat and shook the grass from his shoulders. His magics could have cleaned it, true, but he saw no need for it in the moment. “I hope that you do not have any sour news for the Convocation.”

“Do I ever?” Hermes replied, face cracking into a smile. “You can say it, you know. That you missed me. None will hear you admit such a shameful thing.” Elidibus sighed, shaking his head in despair at Hermes’s attitude.

“I am not ashamed. I am… It is difficult,” he said. With a roll of his shoulders, he straightened himself, composing his thoughts along with his form. “But you know me well, alas. I… I did miss you.” Hermes took his hand, elegantly gloved, and pressed a kiss against his fingers.

“Perhaps my advantage is unfair,” he allowed. There were those on the Convocation who disapproved of their relationship - not because they stood as colleagues, but because of how this Azem seemed ever to flout their rules and conventions. Such was a part of the role of Azem, he had argued - to great success in the Hall of Rhetoric, in fact, much to the dismay of his would-be rivals. Elidibus held himself with the quiet regard of someone entrusted with a role as great as his, kept himself held back, spent his every waking moment dedicated to his duty - and likely his sleeping ones, as well. His discomfort stemmed from uncertainty, Hermes thought, a need to present an image of the perfect emissary to the people. What would they think if he were to love a reactionary so deeply as he held it in the darkest parts of his heart?

“I wonder at times if it is unbecoming of me to miss you so,” Elidibus said, a perfect demonstration of his warring head and heart. “I have asked Emet-Selch to cast his eyes into the lifestream when you are gone, in case the worst were to happen and you could not come home-”

“And he called you a fool?” Hermes guessed, and Elidibus sighed.

“Yes. ‘Lovesick and pining’ were his exact descriptors.” His skin flushed red at the admittance, and he averted his gaze to stare at the grass below him, swaying softly in the gentle breeze. “Still, I am glad that you return unmolested, at least for now.”

“Would I abandon you?” Hermes returned, running the palm of his hand up Elidibus’s cheek, slipping his fingers beneath the wood of the mask. “Perhaps you would know if I did.” He could feel his companion’s aether, so bright and shining, so close…

“Perhaps I would,” Elidibus agreed, his voice quiet. One hand reached up to lie atop Hermes’s own, and Hermes smiled at him and pushed back the hood. There was comfort in conformity, and reassurance in the safety that came with not deviating from the norm. How they would tut and shudder at the Bureau of the Administrator at the idea that one with so important a role would ever eschew the trappings of their station, a splash of colour across the mask the only difference between them.

With his free hand, Hermes gently eased the mask from Elidibus’s face. He blinked with surprised eyes, his own hand reaching to touch his unadorned face.

“I missed you,” Hermes said, and leaned forward to touch Elidibus’s forehead with his own. It was a tiny, quiet glimpse into the vast aether at the core of him, suffused with love and loneliness. So intense was the feeling that Elidibus moved backwards all but subconsciously, the breath catching in his throat.

“Hermes, please,” he said, a soft admonishment in his tone. “Such conduct is unbecoming of one who holds the role of Azem.”

“Yet it is Hermes you chide,” he replied, an amused smile on his face. “I shall note that for the record, though I shall keep it from my report for the rest of the Convocation.” Elidibus, his face red with furious embarrassment, picked his mask up from where it lay on his lap and set it back around his face. If nothing else, it did match his complexion, and most fittingly if Hermes was any judge.

“I shall have to hear your full report later, then,” he said, which made Hermes raise an eyebrow. Elidibus, heedless by intent or not, retrieved Hermes’s own mask from where it lay in the grass and held it out to him, a not so subtle suggestion in his gesture. “Come. It would not do to keep the others waiting.”

“I suppose you are right,” Hermes allowed, a soft sigh on his lips as he made himself ‘presentable’. Just as Zeus so rarely put aside his role as Elidibus, so too did Hermes need to be Azem to his core, at least for the moment. But what did a few moments matter, when they had eternity?

Such things were, he supposed, not Azem’s to think upon.

#It's only angst in context and I'm clinging to it #ffxivwrite2021 #AzemxElidibus #sobs gently I got too committed to this silly ship and then the ShB patch quests just slapped me in the face like the dumbass I am #named m!Azem

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themowrites · 3 years

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One-Shot: Everything Works Out In The End.

+ I would like to thank the anon for giving me the opportunity of bringing his/her PROMPT to life; I hope I executed it properly. Thank you again and readers enjoy! Constructive and Positive feedback is always welcomed. -Mo

“You got me treading on the water. Because I've never learned to swim. And now I know that it's all over. I better learn to start again.” –Kodaline (Everything Works Out In The End).

Mercedes looked over at Samuel as he slept peacefully beside her naked frame, she watched slowly as his chest rose and fell and she shifted gently. Turning her body to face his, trying her best not to disturb him during his peaceful slumber. She’d be leaving for LA in a day and he had managed to convince her to do the unthinkable. She pulled the covers up, a cold night’s chill rushing over her as she laid their bear with him and she managed to pull her herself out of her head long enough to lay her head there. Hazelnut skin pressed against his perfect chiseled chest as she inhaled his scent deeply, what if she never got to relish in this exact moment again. The sex was something, but with or without it, she’d still long for the man as she departed across what felt like the highest mountains and lowest of seas. But she had to follow her dreams, right? She asked herself would it be worth it, as she drew tiny hearts across his skin sadly.

“What are you doing?” Samuel’s gruff voice spoke, a smirk sporting his thick pink lips as he opened his eyes looking down at Mercedes. Her hair was a mess of curls that had fallen and sweated out, however, in this lighting as the moon danced across her skin, she’d never looked so beautiful to him. He grabbed her hand, stopping her motion and he pecked the back of it tenderly before he said “I thought you were asleep…”

His eyes rolled back shut tiredly, as his other hand stroked her head of hair idly. Mercedes head leaned upwards as she looked to him. “Writing I love you across your skin” she answered honestly, not matter how it may how sound leaving her lips. At his next remark she shifted, looking at the window where the moon glowed. “I can’t sleep” she breathed to him; she should’ve been able to after all. He had, had her locked away in his room all evening; losing her virginity had been a full-time job. Or a lesson, depends on who you asked out of the two. He’d done all the work and yet she was still able to please him as he’d done her. That was once she got over the initial shock and uncomfortable adjustment to a size, she didn’t quite picture this entire time. She licked her plump lips at that and looked back at him.

Samuel smirked; his forehead managed to crease between his brows as he asked himself why she was doing that subconsciously. “You should get some rest” he reasoned as he shifted wrapping her up in his long arms. “You have so much to do…” he reminded her, his hand resting on the small of her back, drawing circles there. His eyes never opened though he was watching her no doubt, his chest was pressed against her ample bosom and he wouldn’t deny how incredible that felt. He finally opened his eyes again and looked to her “what’s on your mind?” he asked her knowingly, the words left him just as he left a kiss on her lips. Drawing back to look into her almond orbs, “you can tell me anything” he said softly, green eyes piercing hers.

As he shifted his long body, pulling her closer to him, his arms pressed fluff against muscle mass. She closed her eyes for a moment as he reminded her yet again about her new phase in life. Heartbreakingly she opened her eyes to stare into his, this time they were glossy, and she said “I don’t want to leave you” her chine quivered only a little as she closed her eyes again. Hugging him back tightly she fell quiet.

As she confessed her true feelings, he nodded his head at her, he hadn’t thought of her move as a negative thing. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he selfishly let her stay, only to waste a dream as big as hers away. He needed her to go to LA, not just for herself, but for him. He wouldn’t be any prouder unless he had the opportunity to fly the plane himself. “You know I love you” he said against her skin as he pecked her forehead “and I’ll do anything for you” he added pecking her forehead again. “And that means sacrifice” he told her sternly. “It’s going to hurt like hell being apart, but you have to do this, it’s your destiny” he reasoned. He kissed her forehead again, lips lingering there for a while as his eyes closed “we will get through this” he said confidently. “It’ll work out, you’ll see” he sighed heavily as he opened his eyes again to look at her.

Mercedes nodded her head against him sadly, she bit down on her bottom lip as her warm tears spilled anyway. As he went on, just making the idea of being away from him harder she sniffled. She continued to nod her head at him, maybe if she kept repeating his words her heart would eventually catch up with her head and she’d convince herself that it would be fine as well. “Okay” she said in a shaky voice in response to him. Words had left her, she knew it would hurt, because it was killing the hell out of her already. She nodded her head again for good measure as she sucked her tears up, wiping them away slowly.

Samuel’s thumb swiped against her skin gently, he’d never like to see her in this light. What man wanted to watch the woman he loved cry? As she finally replied he nodded his head saying “okay” back to her sweetly as his lips met hers in a feverish kiss. His lips parted only ever so slightly so that their tongues could meet with each other again. They’d been apart for too long and the blonde had realized that now. He needed to remind her body and soul, just what they had and why no amount of distance in the World could separate them truly. They were soulmates, destined for a life full of happiness and lifelong memories. He was hers, as long as she were his. And only God could take that away. His hard body shifted against the bed as he positioned himself above her now, moaning deeply into their kiss ever more as her delicate hand slid its way up to his face to cup it lovingly. Oh, how he adored the way, her hand felt resting over his heart, it would be death they’d part.

“Thank you so much for picking me up at the last minute” Mercedes said to Mike as she closed the door to the backseat of his sedan. She looked down at her little boy Cameron safely fastened in his car seat, she kissed his head of hair and looked towards her old friend again. “Something came up and my mother totally forgot about us here at the airport” she finished as she placed her seatbelt on herself.

“It was no problem at all, I didn’t know if you were actually going to come into town or not. Glad you did decide to” he smiled sweetly. “I got to see little Cameron again so that’s a plus” he chuckled as he drove down the road. “So where do I need to go first?” he asked her curiously. “You know… everyone is uh… meeting up” he paused looking at his watch for a minute “at the diner at around 5 pm today” he told her looking back at her and the curly haired little boy in his backseat. He didn’t know how things were doing to go, he was in the middle of all of this and truthfully it was hard to lie to his dearest friend. Though he guessed it wasn’t a lie if the topic wasn’t actually spoken about publicly. However, he still felt terribly bad for Samuel’s sake.

“I decided at the last minute. Cameron is so young you know” she told her friend. “I haven’t really traveled with him like this before, mother always came to us” she said looking back down at the tired child once more. “But it’ll be fun to catch up and see everyone, it’s been what? Almost two years?” she sighed. “My mother’s house, I’ll be staying there. I opted out of a hotel” she acknowledged. ��I just” she sighed heavily to the man shaking her head, “I uh, I don’t know Mike. I have so much guilt weighing on me it’s hard to think or breathe most days…” she actually confessed to him for a change.

Mike continued to carry them down the road in the vehicle and he licked his lips slowly listening to her. He got it, lapsed judgement and scare caused her to lie to the man, break off their relationship, and hide his only child from him for the last how many months? He could understand her desire to protect everyone in the situation at all cost, but he also understood the negative impact it had on her life no matter what she was trying to accomplish in all of this. He didn’t really see how it would be possible for someone to attempt to hide a child, but he intended on honoring wishes to his fullest ability. “Listen” the man spoke confidently “you are a lot of things, a big character” he chuckled lightening the mood. “However, everyone knows your heart ‘Cedes” he breathed “if it’s becoming too much lessen the burden, release it to the wind” he said poetically. “Tell him, Samuel knows your heart better than we all do. He would have to understand exactly what you were trying to achieve; don’t you think?” he asked her though he didn’t really believe that statement himself, he’d be livid if the love or his life or past love had done this very thing to him.

Mercedes looked up at her friend, watching the back of his head as he spoke. At one point of time, she looked away and out of the window as she offered Cameron her hand to play with as he sat there. She nodded her head despite the man being incapable of seeing her, she didn’t know. All of this happened to be overwhelming and confusing at times. “You are right” she finally offered to him after a while of going over the thoughts and things he just said in her own head. “Thanks again Mike.”

Mike walked into the diner that they were all supposed to meet up at mutually, 5 pm on the dot. He asked the hostess for the party’s location and happily traveled towards the table. He saw Samuel, Artie, Blaine, Kurt, and Jake at the table chatting among themselves. They were early to the reunion or perhaps on time, which was unexpected in his opinion, but he greeted them all casually and grabbed himself a seat. “How is it going?” he asked them all mutually. “I expected to be one of the first ones” he said with a smirk as he made himself comfortable sitting on Samuel’s right.

Jake looked at Mike offering the man a simple head nod, “we all kind of hitched rides with each other” he chuckled lightly.

“We didn’t expect to be on time either ole pal” Samuel said with a goofy grin.

“Well, we don’t get to do this often, so, you know” Artie said with a shrug “it’s worth being on time for” he said with a smile. “The whole gang is back, give or take a few….”

“Agreed” Mike said gesturing to Artie with his pointer finger. “This should be a fun gathering…”

“What held you up anyway?” Samuel asked Mike turning his head towards him, once the thought occurred finally.

“Ah, I had some errands to run” Mike said to Samuel, “had to swing by the airport and stuff” he told the man without much thought.

Samuel nodded his head and said, “oh yeah, who did you pick up?” curiously as he picked up his glass and took a sip of his drink.

“You actually would never guess it” Mike said to the man with a small smirk. He opened his mouth to respond to him the best way he knew how, however he was interrupted by their server.

“Hi there” the woman said to Mike “what could I get you to drink this evening?” she asked as she grabbed her guest check pad and pen from her apron.

“Hello” Mike told the woman and he looked down at the menu for a moment before he went with his gut and ordered a “root beer” he spoke. “Have you all ordered?” he asked the guys.

“Not yet, we were waiting on everyone” Kurt said “we did order a few starters” he admitted.

“Well in that case, just the root beer” Mike said smiling to the woman.

Nodding her head, she said “alright, one root beer. And do any of you guys need anything, while I grab that and check on your starters?” she pressed the group. After getting a moderate no thank you from everyone, she moved to walk off from the table again.

“So, who was it? Tina?” Blaine asked nosily, curiosity would kill the cat today because unlike everyone else he actually really desired to know who all planned on coming.

Mike chuckled shaking his head “no, no. I’m not sure if she came in town, you know not everyone really responded to the email threads. But I did uh, pick Mercedes and Cameron up from the airport, dropped them off a few hours ago and then I had some other errands to run” he shrugged, having let slip a huge secret in the process.

Kurt eyes grew as Mike went on to explain where he was, what he was doing, and finally who he had picked up from the airport.

Artie eyebrows stitched together as he tried to recall a Cameron in his memory bank. It wasn’t ringing a bell however and perhaps he was the only one who didn’t know. Wonder if it’s a new boyfriend, juicy, he thought to himself know all the details to Samuel and Mercedes’ break-up.

Blaine tilted his head “who’s Cameron?” he asked aloud before he looked at Kurt with a raised brow. The forceful kick the man supplied him under the table was a red flag that clearly his significant other knew something he didn’t. He had overstepped somewhere. So instead of meeting the eyes of the other men he grabbed his glass of water and took a long sip from it.

Samuel rolled the paper from his straw between his fingers “Mercedes” he said first, very unaware that she was coming. Afterall, she hadn’t been seen in almost two years and they weren’t quite on speaking terms. Well in his head at least. However, upon the mention of someone named Cameron he raised a brow and looked at Blaine then Kurt to his left. “Who’s Cameron?” he asked Mike looking over at him again.

Mike looked down for a moment, shit, he said to himself before he looked over at Kurt. He needed the man to throw him a life vest but obviously he much like Mike couldn’t think of a good enough lie at the moment. And just like that save by the bell again, thank you God he said as Quinn approached the table with Brittany in toe.

“The boys beating us to the punch, how lovely…” Quinn said cutting in with a wide grin. “How is everyone?” she questioned them as she moved to grab a seat between Mike and Samuel.

Brittany smiled at everyone scattered about the chairs around the huge table. “Hey guys!” she said cheerfully. She followed behind Quinn who happened to have been her ride, she sat down at the table next to Artie planting a soft kiss to his cheek before she smiled at Jake who was sitting on her other side. “I missed you guys” she said hugging Artie gently.

Kurt looked towards Quinn, thankfully and he smiled at her as he moved his hand for Blaine’s knee. “Well, we all just about piled into each other’s car so that helped” he said to her changing the subject gladly. “Doing great, you?” he asked, looking at her directly.

Samuel looked at Mike who avoided his question, yet again. He looked over at the women as they rolled in and he sat back in his chair. If any of them thought for a second he was going to sit at a table with Mercedes and her new boy toy they were sadly mistaken. Just the simple thought of that was making his blood boil. He pushed the straw paper aside as he lifted his glass and took a long sip from it again, his eyes fixed on the side of Mike’s face.

Artie blushed a little at Brittany and looked at her with a fond smile on his face “we missed you too” he told her kindly. He stared at her for a few more minutes before he looked at Quinn and said, “no complaints here, everything has been great.”

“Who else is showing up?” Quinn asked them all as she removed her jacket and draped it on the back of her chair revealing her, somewhat revealing dress before she laced her fingers together and rested her hands in her lap.

“Rach” Blaine said in response to Quinn politely as he took her in, she looked amazing. Though he guessed she kind of always did.

“And Tina” Kurt added looking to Blaine for a brief moment a smile on his face. “She text me a hour ago and said she made it in and will meet us here as soon as she’s freshened up and stuff” he added, his eyes moving towards Mike now. Confirming what the man claimed he didn’t know just moments ago.

Samuel looked to Kurt before he said “and Mercedes” all the chipper tone in his voice gone now. “As a matter of fact, Mike was just letting us know she was bringing some Cameron person with her, however none of us know who that is” he said as he looked over at Mike once more, bitterness in his tone and a great deal of anger in his eyes. “Weren’t you Mike?” he asked.

Quinn looked between Blaine and Kurt before lastly, she looked at Samuel, her eyebrows rising as he spoke. Well, it was no secret that Mercedes untimely breakup left the man bitter, angry, and alone. Among the group of friends there had been plenty rumors but even she had no idea who Cameron was. However, if it were another man of some sorts, she might have lucked up tonight. She almost canceled on them for work sake, but she had to admit no amount of money would be worth missing this.

Mike looked over at Samuel, sighing a bit to himself as the man spoke. “I never said that” he told him his head hanging low “I didn’t say she was bringing him here” he corrected. “And he’s not a boyfriend of hers, she doesn’t have one” he said before he looked up at Kurt from across the table.

Kurt swallowed hard as Samuel pressed Mike to speak up and the man finally did. Kurt kept his eyes low after he swapped a glance with Mike and he focused on his glass sitting above the wooden table.

Artie looked at Samuel, then Mike, his eyes moved to the rest of the table as everyone stayed silent for a while.

“Then who the hell is Cameron?” Samuel asked the man, his eyebrows stitched together.

Quinn looked at Mike as he spoke, and she followed his eyes over to Kurt. As it was made clear that Cameron was not Mercedes significant other it then and only then dawned on her who this person could be. Her eyes quickly shot towards Kurt again. “Did you guys order?” she said quickly trying to change the subject once more and she finally picked up her menu.

“Hello, hello, hello everybody” Rachel said as she Tina and Mercedes walked up towards the massive table. “I cannot believe you guys successfully put together some kind of reunion without my help and expertise” she teased them all as she moved to sit down beside Blaine. Offering Jake a kind pat on the shoulder.

“What did we walk in on?” Tina asked sitting down beside Mike at the table and she pushed out the chair beside her a bit for Mercedes to nestle between her and Artie.

Mercedes smiled despite herself, she was well aware that today’s events had two possible ways of ending. On a good foot or perhaps a bad, depending. She hadn’t been in the same room as Samuel since she departed from him to leave for LA. It was her fault that happened to have panned out that way, she knew. But it was didn’t make it any less awkward when you really thought about the reasoning behind her doing so in the first place. She moved for the seat next to Tina it was the only free chair anyway and looked at everyone with a smile deciding not to glance in Samuel’s direction.

Quinn looked at the other girls as they came in one after the other and she sighed heavily, welp, when you speak of the devil, he shall appear she thought to herself. “You guys look good” she said taking them all in, but truly examining Mercedes from head to toe as if that would give her a real inkling to what was going on. But it didn’t especially considering the girl did have a massive coat on. Even if she didn’t you couldn’t look at her and tell she ever had a baby, or could you?

Artie leaned towards Mercedes gently and said “I missed you” with a slight hug assuming they were all going to drop the conversation from beforehand once again. Which was probably for the best anyhow.

As the rest of the group finally joined them Kurt looked towards them and smiled, it really was great to see everyone despite what was currently being examined. He looked over at Samuel, after Tina made yet a very leading question that he truly hoped didn’t cause the blonde to have yet another unnecessary meltdown. “The waitress should be back any minute with starters and, Mike’s drink, we could all like order or something” he chuckled awkwardly.

Samuel watched Rachel as she walked into view, and then Tina thereafter. Mercedes was behind the shorter girl and he looked away, focusing on the table before him and he found that piece of paper again. He toyed with the paper as he did before, rolling it against the tabletop as he fell silent, allowing the group to talk among themselves.

Tina nodded her head at Kurt and said “cool” before she turned to Mike, bumping him with her shoulder lightly. They weren’t together at the moment, but did that mean they had to be awkward, no. They were planning to just be friends until they figured everything all out with themselves. “I was going to call you for a ride, but you had to go get ‘Cedes” she said in a soft whisper to him.

Mercedes looked to Artie and smirked at him sweetly leaning into the man. “I missed you more” she breathed sweetly to him.

The server returned to the group seeing that everyone who should be there was finally there, she sat the root beer in front of the gentlemen who ordered it. She quickly sat the starters in the middle of the table one at a time before she lowered the tray in her hand. “Hi ladies, what can I get you all to drink?” she asked, she sat the tray aside and moved to grab her pad and pen again.

Looking up at the woman, Mercedes she shifted and said to her “water please?” without thought.

Seeing the appetizers, she smirked “water with lemon” Rachel said to the woman before she actually turned her attention to the menu before her to figure out what she wanted for dinner.

“Coke for me” Tina said lifting one finger up for the woman to see as she wrote down the drink orders.

“Sweet tea, please” Quinn said to the waitress, looking at Samuel who sat next to her, finally since Mercedes walked in. She looked at him for only a moment before she looked away again.

“Can I have a coke too?” Brittany asked the woman, the last to order within the group before she grabbed an onion ring and popped it into her mouth. “Two waters one with a lemon, two cokes, and a sweet tea” the young woman repeated back to the table before she said, “are we ordering now too, or do we need some more time?” curiously. When collectively they all asked to have some more time, she nodded and left the group to grab their drinks.

“So, Mercedes, what have you been up to?” Jake asked curiously, despite the early conversation he always though it was pretty cool she got out of Ohio and moved all the way to LA. “I mean what is LA really like?” he asked her as he grabbed a mozzarella stick.

Quinn looked over at Jake with a bit of disappointment. They were all deflecting here, and he was obviously not on board with everyone because he just opened another door or window, depends on who you asked.

Mercedes pulled her eyes and attention away from Brittany and Artie, “uh” she paused smirking at Jake. “I have been great; I have no complaints whatsoever” she told the boy. “LA is” she said trying to think very hard on her answer “sometimes it’s everything I pictured and not so much during other times, but I could have never asked for a better opportunity” she told him. “Life throws tons of surprises and I try to handle, well uh take it in strides” she breathed.

Samuel looked up as Mercedes spoke and he squinted his eyes a bit before he looked away from her. “Care to elaborate for us small town folk?” he asked her sarcastically.

Mercedes slowly looked towards Samuel across from her and she furrowed her brows.

“Now Sam” Rachel said from the left of him, she gave the man an all well knowing look. He didn’t need to make a scene right now; they were here to have a good time.

“Now Rachel” Samuel said as he looked over at her “I asked her question let her answer” he said back to the brunette, who he had no trouble leaning forward to gaze it from across Blaine and Kurt.

“Sam, we are here to have a small gathering to catch up. Are you sure you want to do this?” Kurt asked the man leaning in a bit. The two men was sitting directly next to each other, in another world Kurt would’ve probably slapped him. However, his personality didn’t allow him to inflict someone with such violence. But the blonde was really becoming annoying and all around excessive.

“Yes, I want to do this” Samuel snapped as he looked at Kurt. “Why not do it?” he shrugged, a small chuckle leaving him. “Why not do this right here and right now…”

Mike licked his lips and looked around the table before he sighed and said “Mercedes, I slipped up about Cameron. But Samuel doesn’t quite know who that is…. still….” He said quietly.

Mercedes looked past Tina and at Mike, her eyes large and confused. How could the man have let that slip? He’d kept the secret for this long of course today he lets the cat out of the bag. She couldn’t be mad at him of course, any of them keeping the secret was doing her a favor everyday of their lives. But what was she supposed to say or do right now?

“I think we all should maybe let Samuel and Mercedes talk” Kurt said looking around the table.

“No, let her say what she has to say right here in front of everyone” Samuel said to Kurt. “I think to many of you have been talking among yourselves this whole time anyway.”

Mercedes blinked a few times and she looked at Samuel “okay” she said simply to him. “I ended our relationship, against my better judgement because I was trying to keep a secret from you that I thought would be very detrimental to our lives and relationship” she offered him. “We have a one-year-old son, his name is Cameron” she said. “And before you get angry, I was just trying to do what I thought was best for all of us…”

Samuel looked at Mercedes as she spoke, she really had put a very cute spin on breaking his heart and he couldn’t believe that was the story she was going with. They were fine when she left, everything was perfect outside of the distance. And then a few months into her moving to LA she hit him with the words he’d never imagined leaving her lips. A breakup was what it was, a breakup that was not mutual among them both, that she didn’t even give a good enough reasoning as to why for. And now after all this time he finally gets his real reason, and it was because she was pregnant? With their child. His son? And she didn’t tell him because she thought that was what was best for them both? “Wow” was the only thing his lips could form in the moment as he moved to stand up from the chair, he was in. “You are despicable” he said his finger gesturing in her direction “and any of you at this table who knew this shit and didn’t say anything can rot in hell along with Mercedes” he said coldly as he left the table and the group.

Mercedes looked at Samuel as he spoke, she looked down, she didn’t know what to say. As he continued, she looked back up her eyes watering a little from his harsh words. She couldn’t blame him, what were she to expect from telling him this? When he stormed off, she looked back down again as the embarrassment set in.

“I sorry Mercedes” Kurt said from across the table as, his eyes left her and looked towards Samuel as he moved through the restaurant to leave.

Rachel walked up towards the Evans’ home with her purse in hand and she rang the doorbell gently waiting for someone to surface.

“I have it” Samuel said as he moved for the front door slowly, he looked outside and saw Rachel and he huffed. Unlocking the front door, he looked at her and said “I don’t want you over here so it’s in your best interest to leave” without even thinking, his finger pointing towards her car.

“Look, I don’t want to come into your home, I don’t want you to forgive me if you don’t want to, you don’t even have to listen. But I am going to say what I have to say to you face to face” Rachel told Samuel. “Some of us knew, we didn’t all agree. But we understood and as friends and family we supported her. We supported each party the best way we knew how during this time” she told him. “I am sorry that a secret that big was kept from you for the two years. And I really can’t imagine how you must really be feeling right now” she said her eyes low. “But I say that for you, not her, you. It would be best if you hear her out and at least demand to see your son” she said to him. “She’s owes you that much, and I know that is what you’d want to do right now” she told him simply. “We don’t always do the right things, none of us are perfect. But we deserve the right to make it better if we can” she sighed. “That’s it” she said quickly as she tossed her hand up at him, moving to turn around and leave the front porch of the man’s home headed for her car.

Samuel listened as the woman spoke and he squinted at her slightly, didn’t she know he had every right to close the door in her face if he really wanted to do so right now. It would be that simple. He didn’t want to hear anything from Rachel, she wasn’t the one that owed him an explanation or apology. However, he listened to her, every word even if he didn’t want to. He licked his lips slowly and watched her as she departed from his presence “Rachel!” he called out to her. “Rachel” he repeated even as she kept walking.

Rachel ignored the man as she unlocked the car door and climbed inside to leave. She had said what was needed to say to the man and she didn’t plan on speaking on the subject further. It was between the both of them now, she felt compelled to say what she needed in regard to the part she played in it but that would be it. She couldn’t give him any more details, that he had to seek for himself from Mercedes own mouth.

Hearing a knock at her parents’ door Mercedes squinted slightly, who could it have been she didn’t know. “Stay right here” she told Cameron with a stern finger as she moved to walk out of the living room and towards the front door. She looked to see who was on the other side of the door before she opened it “Sam?” she breathed as she looked up at the man.

Samuel stood before the Jones’ front door with his hands in his pants pockets, he waited for someone to answer and when Mercedes did, he looked at her. “Hi” he breathed he didn’t know what else to say. He hadn’t thought this far ahead and now that he was here, he was conflicted. He wanted to curse her out no doubt but now as he stared into her brown eyes he couldn’t. “Look, I am pissed at you, I am so damn pissed at you, I can’t even think straight!” he said voice booming. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to end things with me, and because of a baby?” he asked her. “I would have given anything to be there, to help, to experience that with you! How could you be so got damn selfish?” he asked her seriously. “I loved you” he told her “I love you” he corrected “how could you do that to me Mercedes?” he said.

Mercedes waited for something to be said and he said ‘hi’ to her, which was a shocker considering. Before she could even get her own greeting out to him, he said what he felt deep down inside from the events that happened from the day before. She looked down unable to say anything at first, she knew she was wrong, and she didn’t really have an excuse for it at all. He was right, he was in love with her as she were with him and it was inconceivable that she did break it off with him and justifiably so. A child had not ruined everything but in her mind it would have. He believed in her, believed she would go off and make him proud. A baby was not a part of the deal, but it had not been a deal breaker. And perhaps it was her own immaturity that did not notice that until now. “Sam” she said softly, blinking gently as her eyes watered, tears filling it. “I didn’t want to let you down” she said blinking heavy tears, allowing them to fall as she looked up at him.

“Well, you ended up doing far more than that, you do realize that?” he asked her. “Keeping my son from me, was a bigger let down then the entire situation and all of its layers combined” he breathed. Samuel folded his arms over his chest as he looked at her still in disbelief a little.

Mercedes tucked her lips inward as she sniffled, her hand wiped away a few tears. Nodding her head at him she agreed with his statement, “I get that now, yes,” she breathed. “I don’t know” she shrugged a little, a bit of a cry leaving her lips after she did. “I didn’t say anything, and then he was here. And I just didn’t know what to say after that” she added. “I was confused, embarrassed” she listed. “It was stupid, and I am truly sorry Samuel. I did not mean for this too grow into all of this” she stressed. “I just didn’t know what to say, or how to even say it when I did find the words” she swallowed hard. “I never tended to hurt you, with any of this. The breakup or with keeping him as a secret from you” she said looking into his eyes.

Samuel listened to her, he continued to stand there with his arms crossed over his chest. In his heart of hearts, he didn’t feel she were lying about a single thing. Though his brain throbbed as he tried to understand what the hell possessed her. Even now, the move was one he could not have pictured her making. Not her out of all people in the World, it didn’t fit. He nodded his head back at her and he said “is he here? Can I see him?”

Mercedes watched him and she sniffled again, wiping more tears from her face. She dried the tears that rested under her chin with the back of her hand before she nodded her head. “Yes, of course” she nodded as she moved to allow him into her parent’s home. Opening the door wider from him she sniffled once more as she waited for him to walk in and once, he did, she closed the door behind him and locked it. “He’s in here” she said as she moved to walk through the home towards the living room where Cameron stood eating cheerios from a kid sized bowl while watching Blue’s Clues idly.

Samuel nodded his head and he moved into the large home; it was as he remembered it. Always neat, clean, and in decent order every time. He didn’t know why but in the moment all of the anger he had melted away. Not because he was understanding of the situation at this time but because it had been replaced with nervousness. He didn’t see fatherhood greeting him for at least another few years and now he was being thrown in it full speed, in a very instance. And he didn’t know what to think or how to feel about that, what if he wasn’t good at it? Despite that the boy didn’t even know him. As he followed Mercedes into the living room, he took the boy in, though it was only from behind he could tell how ridiculously adorable he was.

“Cameron” Mercedes said sliding her hands in her back pockets as she watched him. “Someone is here to see you” she said to him softly. She watched the boy turn around, his hazel eyes moving from her to the taller man next to her and back to her familiar face. “Mama” he said in response back to her before he turned back to the bowl and placed another cheerio into his mouth chewing lightly. He turned back around before he moved to walk away from the bowl and towards his toy car. Mercedes stepped towards the child and hoisted him up into her arms pecking his cheek lightly moving closer to Samuel.

Samuel watched the little boy as he turned around, his full head of curls bouncing lightly as he looked between her and him then back to her cutely. He smirked a little, he looked like the perfect mix of them both, it was astonishing. The little boy continued his snack eating and playtime, ignoring them both until Mercedes moved to go pick him up walking over towards him “hey” he said waving at the little boy awkwardly.

Mercedes looked at Cameron and then grabbed the toy car that was stealing all of his attention, holding it in her hand and at her side. “Say hey” she said as she looked at him, he cowered in front of the tall man sticking his hands into his mouth as he looked at him. He pulled his hands down eventually and said “hey” before he rested his head on his mother’s shoulder shifting in her arms gently. “Cameron” she said softly as she shifted him in her arms again “this is your daddy” she said pointing to Samuel with the same hand the car was is.

Samuel watched the kid placing his hands in his pockets gently as she tried to get the little boy to interact with him. When the child finally did talk and then moved to hide himself away from Samuel he smirked. When she told the boy who he was he looked at her then at the little boy. He risked the chance and held his hands out for the boy, he could or could not come. What would it hurt?

Cameron watched Samuel and he looked at his mother before he leaned into the man and allowed him to hold him as well. He looked at the side of the man’s face, blinking a few times before he looked at his mother and then back at Samuel. Mercedes sat the car down on the couch and looked at Cameron again “daddy” she said pointing to Samuel again.

Samuel and the little boy glanced back and forth at each other, when he looked at his mother again Sam adjusted him in his arms. He hugged the boy to his chest gently closing his eyes as he basked in it for a moment or two. He opened his eyes again and he looked at the little boy who had his fingers in his mouth once more eyeing him.

Mercedes sat on the edge of the couch watching Samuel, she picked Cameron’s car up in her hand and she toyed with it for a moment. She looked between them both and the toy car a few times as the man got acquainted with his son for the first time.

Samuel moved towards the couch with the child in his arms and he sat down with him. Shifting the child in his lap he looked at Mercedes “how is it possible to be in love with someone you just met for the first time?” he asked her seriously.

Mercedes shifted on the couch and looked at Samuel, a smirking forming on her lips and she spoke. “I don’t know” quietly “it just happens, I can’t explain it” she said with a small chuckle as she looked at the child. “He looks just like you” she commented as she looked down.

Samuel looked at her and then back to their son, he hugged the boy close who was now stretched out across him watching tv again. He was a little more comfortable with him he guessed, and he relaxed himself on the couch. He looked back at her and smirked “no, he looks like you” he told her. He looked back at the little boy, he couldn’t believe one night filled with love and adoration for each other could create such perfection, but not only that night however perfection that would last them both a lifetime. “I can’t be mad at you” he told her seriously as he moved his hand to hers, grabbing it in his and holding it gently. “But I really wish I could have been there” he said sadly “he’s so perfect, I can’t imagine what it would have been like to see him when he was first born” he sighed.

Mercedes looked at Samuel again placing the boy’s car aside, as he grabbed her hand, she allowed him to. It was comforting receiving any kind of touch from him even after all of this time. At his words she looked at Cameron and then pulled her bottom into her mouth biting down on it hard. She didn’t say anything in response to him, there was plenty of photos, videos, and things she could show him, and she would in the future. She knew she owed him that and needed to make sure it was something that she did out of respect for him. “Despite how it panned out, I am glad that you finally got to meet him. And that you can now be a part of his life.”

Nodding his head at her, he said “thank you” quietly. “Especially for him, you could have done something totally different, but you didn’t. Thank you for that” Samuel said sensibly as he looked her in her eyes.

“The thought never crossed my mind” Mercedes replied back to him seriously, looking into his eyes once more.

#Samcedes fanfiction #samcedes rp #tag: one shots.#tag: prompts.#tag: os - everything works out in the end.

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Life’s Trials to Meeting You

Pairing: Tanjirou x You (Gender Neutral Reader)

Prompt: Soulmates - Shared Scars

Word Count: 4,502 (wow!! thats 11 fucking pages on docs yall. my god)

A/N: This is my fic based off the results of the poll! This fic was originally made as a celebration for 60 followers, and since then, this blog now has 130! I’m very thankful and flattered so many of you are here. I hope you all enjoy this rather lengthy fic- I had a lot of fun writing it!

You’ve lived your whole life in moderate peace. You lived in a modest household with several siblings and your father. Life was dull, but it was safe. Your house was in the middle of a small town and you visited the same shops every day and talked to the same people.

You yearned for more. To travel out of town and meet someone new, do something new, something… exciting. You voiced this want to your sisters, but never your father. He loved you dearly, you knew, which is why he wanted you to live your modest and easy life. There was no danger in that.

But your father was a fool. Danger lurked everywhere, especially where you don’t expect it. It stays there, hiding in the shadows and waiting to strike. And finally, danger did come- in the form of a fierce demon that ate its way through the village in a single night. Your father had you take your sisters and run into the forest for help, making you leave him behind ultimately for his own death.

Most of your sisters didn’t make it. One of them refused to leave father behind, and another one didn’t stick close to you and got lost in the ruins of your town before she was gobbled up. Your last sister, Tamako, was only three, and she was only safe because you held her so, so tightly in your arms as you kept running far from what used to be your home.

Eventually, the adrenaline to stay alive wore out and you stumbled your way to a beautiful tree. Your vision was fuzzy as you forced your tired limbs to climb it, your sister holding you close on your back. The purple, beautiful flowers bloomed everywhere around the tree and hid both of you somewhat effectively. “We’ll be safe here,” you assured Tamako and situated her in your lap. “The flowers will keep us safe.”

You really didn’t know that you were actually incredibly lucky and that the Wisteria tree you hid in warded off demons- you just prayed that the demon was full and wouldn’t kill any more of your family. You held Tamako all night as she cried, and though you felt like crying yourself, you kept the tears at bay.

You had to be strong now. There was no other way.

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When you awoke the next morning, it was because of Tamako’s cries. You immediately jolted to see what was wrong, only to wince and cry out in pain. She was crying because of the blood staining your shirt, which happened to be the problem.

Did you get hurt last night and not even notice?

“It’s okay, Tamako, it’s okay!” It wasn’t, but what else could you say? Your body felt woozy still, probably from blood loss, but you still collected her in your arms. “We’ll be okay. We’ll find the next town and get help and food. Aren’t you hungry?”

The change in subject seemed to calm her down. She sniffles, snot smeared across her face which you wipe off with your sleeve gently. “..yeah.”

“Me too,” you smile. “Get on my back, Tamako, then I’ll climb down.”

She clings to you tightly as you do so, and your feet slip a few times as you work your way down the trunk. Now that you’re aware of the gash in your side, it burns and screams with each move you make. Your just glad your sister can’t see the pain on your face as you finally make it to the ground with a loud groan.

“Okay, what would you like to eat?” You keep her on your back with your arms wrapped around her tiny legs, walking in a random direction. The first thing you needed to do was find a road, and then you could find a town.

“Buns!” Tamako yells. “...Fish. Rice.”

“That sounds yummy,” you nod your head. “Maybe we can get something sweet, too.”

“Yeah!” Her legs kick excitedly and you sigh. She’s buzzing with energy so you let her down.

“Don’t leave my side, Tamako,” you tell her gently and continue to walk forward.

Both of you walk for what seems like hours before you reach a road, and then hours after that before you reach a town. You carry Tamako at various times despite your wound, because she gets tired and you can’t afford to stop moving. You’re lucky you finally saw buildings in the distance when you did because you’re not sure how much longer you can stay conscious.

You stop in your tracks and slowly sit on the ground. Tamako stands beside you, holding your hand. “Listen to me,” you hold her small fingers tightly as you look into her dark eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I can’t walk any further. I need… I need you to walk the rest of the way by yourself and get help.”

“What?” Tamako’s lips wobble into a frown. “I can’t!”

“No, I know you can, Tamako!” You pull her into a tight hug. “It will be okay. You are so strong, I know you can do it. Follow the road, and get help when you see a person. Lead them back to me.”

Your sister holds you back as tight as she can, her body shaking with small sobs. “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I just… need rest.” You kiss her forehead and let Tamako go. “I love you. I know you can do it.”

You squeeze her hand one more time before the little girl scampers off, running with all her might. You sigh once she escapes your view before you lay down. The best thing you can do is try to focus on your breathing, keeping yourself alert and calm as you wait. Everything in your body hurts- your legs, your side, your hands, and arms… You don’t know if you’ll make it, to be honest.

Your eyes flutter shut as your breathing comes to a slow. It’s too hard to stay awake any longer- could you sleep as you wait for Tamako?

Something, some far off thing deep inside your head says that’s a bad idea, but you’re too far gone to listen to the warning.

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When you awake, you’re somewhere completely different. Inside a house, it looks like… Did Tamako get you help?

“You’re awake,” A voice comes from another part of the room, and when you look to your left you see a beautiful woman with a butterfly inspired haori wrapped around her. “Your sister was rather worried, and so was I. Your injury was dire.”

“Tamako…” You try to speak but your throat is hoarse and dry. The woman notices and takes a cup next to your bed. She gently lifts you up enough so you can drink it. It’s tea, you realize, and even though it tastes vile you down it all in one go. You grimace once you’re done and the woman laughs.

“It’s medicine. It will help you heal, but it doesn’t taste very good.” She lays you back down and places the cup on the stand. “Now, my dear, what happened?”

You sink into the pillows with a frown. “My town… it was attacked by a man-eating monster. I… I was supposed to protect my sisters, but only Tamako and I made it. I must have… gotten hurt, but I can’t remember how.” You don’t want to remember. You don’t want to think back to that night in any capacity. “My sister and I hid in a tree for the night, and then we walked for a really long time before I couldn’t anymore. I had her find help for me…” You look around the room, noticing there are several other beds but none of them have your sister tucked in. “Where is she?”

“This is where we keep our sick and hurt. Tamako only had a few scrapes, so she’s not here. I think she’s playing with the other children.” The woman sits down on the bed next to you, looking sorrowful as she holds her hands. “I’m sorry about your town. We actually have people there now, burying the bodies… I can have someone take you there so you can mourn when you are healed.”

Something about what she said makes you wonder. “Who are you?” You ask. “Who is ‘we’?”

“I forgot I didn’t introduce myself, I’m sorry,” the woman smiles. “I’m Shinobu. I’m a part of a group called Demon Slayers… we do just that. Protect who we can and kill demons.”

Where were you, then? You can’t help but think. Where were you when my family was murdered?

Shinobu seems to sense your thoughts. She frowns and you think it’s unfair that even when she’s upset, she still looks so beautiful. “I am sorry we couldn’t be there for you when your town was attacked.”

You don’t want to forgive her, her or her group, but you already have. You don’t have it in you to hold a grudge against these people who you don’t even know. “It’s impossible to save everyone,” you whisper. “I know that. At least you are trying to do what you can.”

Shinobu seems grateful for your comment. But then, out of nowhere, she asks you something rather bizarre. “Have you always had that scar on your head?”

“Oh, that?” You subconsciously reach up and touch it. “Well, it’s kind of a funny story. Originally, it looked a bit different… it just appeared on me one day. And then years later, I get this headache and the scar changed shape.” Your father never liked to talk about your mysterious scar, and no one brought it up in the village. You had almost forgotten about it, honestly.

Shinobu looks at you a bit strangely. You wonder what the problem is before she sighs. “Were you never taught about soulmates?” She asks.

“Soulmates?” The word feels funny on your tongue. What on earth was that? “No… what is it?”

“Oh dear,” Shinobu says under her breath, frowning a bit. “I’m not the best at explaining it, but everyone has a supposed ‘soulmate’. You know this because of your scars.” She stares at your forehead. “Soulmates are people destined for each other. So, technically saying, that scar isn’t your own. It’s the scar of your soulmate.” Then she looks down at your stomach. “They will probably have quite a scare next time they take off their clothes.”

You realize she’s talking about your scar, now. Quite frankly, your mind is blown. Someone meant for you? Sharing wounds? That seems so… otherworldly. Did your father know about this? Why didn’t he tell you?

You raise your hand to your head again, tenderly touching the red mark there. “Oh…” You look over to the butterfly dressed woman. “Does everyone know about soulmates?”

“It’s fairly common to know about it, I don’t know why you didn’t.” Shinobu nods. “Anyways, I should leave now. You need to rest.”

She leaves quite quickly, leaving you alone in the large room. You’re stunned still but can’t resist the alluring call of rest. Soulmates… It could wait another time.

---

The next two weeks are spent at what you learned is the Butterfly Estate. Shinobu and her team of little doctors help you heal, and they give you goals for each day. Today, you had to walk around the garden, making three laps. It drained you to your core, but Tamako ran circles around you to keep you motivated.

It was hard not to give up, especially when you thought about what would happen once you were better. You’d have to visit your family’s graves, and then what? You and Tamako no longer had a home. What were you going to do…?

“Come on! Come on! You can do it!” Tamako cheers, shaking you out of your reverie. Well, you were far from being completely better, so those thoughts aren’t important now.

You can worry about it later. For now, you want to enjoy your time at the estate and have Tamako as happy as she can be.

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The day to leave has finally come, filling you with dread.

The people at the butterfly estate were so kind and helpful, so loving, that they began to feel like a second family to you and Tamako. You didn’t want to leave them at all, but it had to be done. A new, messy and worrisome chapter has opened in your life and it was time to start it.

Tamako’s friends, the little nurses, helped pack your bags with anything you would need since you had basically nothing. They gave you food for your journey as well, rice balls and dumplings, making Tamako cheer happily. She played with everyone for one last time as you stood by the gate, watching them run around with sad eyes.

“You’re welcome to come back,” a voice comes from behind you, and you realize it’s Shinobu.

“I didn’t think you would be here! Weren’t you on a mission?” You embrace her tightly, glad that you were able to see her before you left. She hugs you back with gentle hands.

“I finished up quickly. I know you don’t have a place to stay after you visit your family’s graves…” She lets you go with a sigh, looking at your scar again and touching it gently. You noticed that Shinobu lingered on your soulmate mark quite frequently, but you never knew why. “What if you stayed here? I could teach you and Tamako how to use medicine and heal.”

“But- you work with demons. Isn’t it dangerous?” You shake your head. “Tamako and I wouldn’t survive this life. We weren’t made for it.”

“But maybe you are,” Shinobu smiles. “This mark…” She taps the scar with her thumb. “It is a warrior’s mark.”

You have a feeling she knows more than she’s telling you. Shinobu’s always been that way, and it’s frustrating, but you know she’s looking out for you. “I can’t fight,” you tell her. “But… If you help me, I will try. But I won’t put Tamako through it, not for many years.”

Shinobu looks delighted by your answer as she hugs you again. “Wonderful. Then come back home safe.”

...Home. You hold her back, tears in your eyes. “I will.”

---

Once you made it back to the butterfly estate with Tamako, things got better. You trained so you could at least swing a katana and do some damage, though it felt silly since you were ultimately doing all this just to become a nurse. Shinobu pushed you though, telling you that it was better to be prepared and know how to fight than be helpless. You agreed with her, but it didn’t make the training any easier, along with studying medicine and healing techniques.

There was one night where you had trained alone, out in the forest focusing on the breathing techniques that Shinobu taught you and slashing at the trees. It was a quiet, uneventful night before you heard rustling in the distance. You were all alone, but at least you had your katana. You face the noise with a fierce grip on your weapon, practically shaking in your boots before- wham- you’re shoved to the ground.

Someone had run right into you, apparently, sending you both flying and rolling in the dirt. When you looked up to see who it was, you were quite surprised to see… a demon.

Your hairs stand on edge as you stare at the female demon and she stares back. Her eyes are a bright pink, her long hair colored red at the ends. And, most surprisingly, a stick of bamboo is tied around her head to cover her mouth. “Are…” Your throat is dry all of a sudden. “Are you okay..?”

You really didn’t know what to do. Your only experience with a demon was the one that killed your family, but you’re getting a whole different vibe from this one. Is that possible?

The demon’s pink eyes look up at the mark on your forehead, her eyebrows drifting up in surprise. But whatever moment the two of you had ended when another demon comes bustling through, headed straight for you.

Without thinking, you take your sword and slice at the other demon, its arm coming right off. You take a defensive stance in front of the girl, and you don’t really know why. The demon looks outright repulsed that you stopped it, but you can tell it’s inexperienced and dumb by how quickly you managed to cut off its head.

Suddenly you became hyper aware of your surroundings, and you knew you weren’t alone. There were more of them. Looking back to the girl demon, your eyes soften as you reach out a hand. “You were running away, right?” You ask her. “Come on, let’s go.”

Surprisingly, she takes your hand, and for some reason, she knows exactly where to go. The two of you run together, but she leads, taking you somewhere but you don’t know where. You would ask, but considering how her mouth is busy with bamboo, you decide to trust her.

Why? You really, really don’t know. Maybe you’re stupid.

More demons come, and even though you were told they don’t work together, it seems an awful lot like what they’re doing since they all seem desperate to kill you both. You fight until you’re drained, and then you keep fighting after that because it’s the only thing you can do to stay alive. You’re still inexperienced, though, and you can tell you aren’t breathing right anymore. The battle has overwhelmed and frightened you to your core, and you keep thinking, Why am I here? Why am I doing this? Who is this for?

Another figure, alone this time, jumps from out of nowhere and goes right for your demonic ally. Your body almost naturally intervenes, holding your katana up to the stranger’s neck with a fierce look on your face. You’ve already realized that he’s not a demon, but the girl is, and you can’t have him killing her. “Back off,” you snarl at him.

“Wh- oh-” the boy’s eyes go wide, looking at you in disbelief. “It’s okay. That- that’s my sister,” he stutters, and his eyes never leave you. He’s not even meeting your eyes, he keeps looking at… your forehead.

How did you not notice his own scar before? “Oh,” you mimic, the grip on your katana loosening as you point it to the ground. You look back at the demon behind you, your mind overwhelmed and dizzy. “Your sister…?”

“Nezuko,” the boy- your soulmate, apparently- calls to her and the girl demon happily returns to his side. “I… Who are you?” He asks.

“I’m…” You blink rapidly, looking at the ground. God, why was everything so fuzzy? “I’m…” Did you already say that? You look to the boy, concern in his gaze.

Before you can say or do anything else, the exhaustion from running and fighting your first battle catches up with your body, and you’re falling to the ground as your brain decides to shut off.

---

Voices are what wake you up. Angry, concerned tones that make you think that maybe people were fighting nearby. Fighting..?

“-can’t believe you got them mixed up in your mess, they aren’t ready-“

Was that Shinobu?

“-you knew and you never told me?”

You didn’t know that voice, that’s for sure, but for some reason, it sent a warm feeling down your spine.

“-not ready-“

“-not your decision to make-“

When you sit up, you’re hit with a wild headache that pounds your skull. “Gods,” you hiss in pain, and suddenly the fighting that you heard before stops. You blindly reach next to you, knowing there’s a cup of water, medicine, something, waiting for you. Someone hands you what you’re looking for and you murmur thanks as you down what was thankfully just water.

When you finally blink your eyes open, you see Shinobu first, and a nervous boy lingering behind her. You recognize him but you can’t quite remember… then you look at his familiar mark and remember quite vividly who he is and you stop looking at him.

Soulmate.

It’s dead quiet before you muster up the courage to speak. “I’m fine, Shinobu,” you try to reassure her. “I know I’m inexperienced and I shouldn’t be dealing with demons… I know I’m only learning these skills for self defense, but… she needed help.” That’s all you could say.

“For all you knew, she was another demon. She could have torn you apart.” Shinobu says, anger still in her tone but you look up to her in defiance.

“But she didn’t! She… I know it’s weird, but I knew she wouldn’t hurt me.” You touch your chest, over your heart. “I could feel it.”

Shinobu sighs, turning away from you. You can tell she’s conflicted. “You are still so ignorant.” That’s all she has to say before she leaves the room, leaving only you and your mysterious soulmate inside.

“I suppose I was ignorant. She’s not wrong. There’s still so much I haven’t seen or done…” you speak aloud, slowly working up the courage to look at him. “But I was right, wasn't I?”

The boy smiles at you so softly, making him look so trusting and handsome that your heart feels like it’s going to burst. He sits on the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You notice that his checkered haori is gone and instead he just wears his Slayer Uniform.

“You were,” he nods. “It makes sense why you would feel that way, considering…”

The both of you blush at the acknowledgment. He clears his throat with a laugh before he presents his hand to you. “I’m Tanjirou Kamado.”

It’s rather silly, but you indulge him and shake his hand. It’s firm and calloused, clearly he’s more experienced with a katana than you are. You give him your own name. “Your sister… Nezuko?” Tanjirou nods, slowly letting go of your hand. “How did that happen?” You ask, before quickly skidding to a stop nervously, “only if you want to tell me, of course.”

Tanjirou laughs, and even though you’re embarrassed, you think his laughter is beautiful. “Of course, I’ll tell you anything, ___,” he looks at you so adoringly that you’re sure that your heart really did burst by now.

The two of you spent what felt like minutes but was truly hours together, talking about your lives and tragedies, everything that led up to this. You found that you felt wonderful around Tanjirou, and talking to him was easy and comfortable. Somewhere between the stories, your hands found each other again, and they stayed linked and warm together as you talked. When you explained the demon attack on your village and how you got your scar, his eyes burned with empathy.

If anyone knew what losing your family to demons was like, it was him. Tanjirou was just sorry that you had to witness it with your own eyes- he was lucky enough to only see the aftermath.

“I always wondered what had happened to you when I saw it on my side. It made me wonder what kind of person you were.” His thumb rubs the top of your hand gently. You can tell by his hesitation that he has something on his mind, but won’t say it. You smile and squeeze his hand.

“I’ve lived with siblings too, you know. I can tell when someone is thinking too much about something.” You try to help him relax with your comparison. Tanjirou chuckles, shoulders relaxing as he looks at you in a shy manner.

“I was just wondering if I could see it. Your scar.”

You understand why he was embarrassed and why he wanted to ask. It’s evidence of your connection. Tanjirou’s scar is so easy to see, but yours is hidden beneath clothes. “It’s okay,” you tell him, sitting up a little straighter against your pillows and finally let go of his hand. You lift up your medical garb just enough that he can see it, the smooth and light skin that covered the side of your stomach and waist. It’s big and ugly, in your opinion.

“It’s really there,” Tanjirou whispers, reaching out and touching the scar gently with his fingertips. “You really don’t remember how you got it?”

“I don’t remember a lot of that night. I think I blacked it out, erased it from my mind. To make things easier,” you whisper and Tanjirou nods in understanding, letting you put your shirt back down. “I wish I could have been like you, Tanjirou. Strong and willpowered, learning how to get revenge on demons and protect the ones I love,” you look down at your hands. They were so small and soft compared to his. “But I’m not a fighter, not really. All I can do is hope that tragedy won’t happen again.”

“You are a fighter,” Tanjirou tells you. And when you look up at him, you can tell he’s not lying. “You protected Nezuko for me… you protected Tamako. You’re learning medicine to help others, and learning basic techniques so you can defend yourself if you need it.” You hate when he looks you right in the eye. How can one man make you feel so important? “That sounds strong to me.”

“When you put it like that…” you grumble.

“Good,” Tanjirou smiles again. You don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of how pretty he looks when he smiles. “You should go back to bed. You need rest after your fight.”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” You’re slightly nervous that he’ll leave as you sleep because his life is probably busy.

“Yes,” he assures you. “We still have a lot to talk about.”

You agree. The fact that you and Tanjirou are soulmates- that’s a life changer, isn’t it? Things are bound to be affected and shift.

Tanjirou is kind and cheesy enough to tuck you in, giving you a shy kiss on your head, right next to the scar that brought you both together. “Tanjirou?” You whisper. “Is it okay that things turned out this way? That I’m your soulmate?”

“Absolutely,” he assures you. “Things will become different, but that isn’t bad. I’m glad I found you. Or, well, Nezuko is the one that found you,” the boy laughs softly and cups your cheek. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” you say back, your cheeks positively warm under his touch. He kisses your forehead again before finally tearing away, exiting the room with a small ‘goodnight’ and leaving you with your thoughts.

Honestly, you feel good. Meeting Tanjirou seems like the start of something big, strange, and wonderful. For the first time in a long time, you feel like things are going to be alright. You can do this- you can fight and live.

And you look forward to doing it all with your soulmate.

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jetsetlife138 · 4 years

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39. “At least put your guards down for me.” Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader Warnings: Fluff

“Beetlejuice,” you began, your voice shaking. “How do I know that you won’t lose control again?”

His expression was mischievous, but his body went rigid as he replied, “You don’t.”

Disappointment ebbed through you at his lack of reassurance regarding your safety. You outwardly scoffed at his bluntness. “Thanks, Beej. That’s super comforting,” you replied sarcastically.

Luckily, the sarcasm wasn’t lost on him and he smirked at your response. For an older ghost, you were surprised and also grateful that he adapted well to current culture. “Would you prefer if I lied to spare your fragile little feelings?” he teased, though his tone was serious.

“No,” you snapped back, not appreciating his implication that you were weak. “But there’s no point in helping you if you’re going to continue on this path of destruction.”

All humor had vanished from his face at that point and his eyes flashed at you in the darkness. He began to approach you slowly with a hungry glare, making you instinctively back up into a table, catching you off-guard. When you turned to face Beetlejuice again, he was directly in front of you, inches from your face. “Are you afraid of little ol’ me?” he breathed, his gaze flickering from your face to your body.

Your heartbeat quickened as it pounded against your chest while you decided on your answer. “I’d be stupid not to be, right? That’s what you’re going to tell me?”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he spoke so lowly with such intimidation and captivation that you had to catch yourself from falling into a daze just staring at him, the way his lips formed each word that he spoke.

You inhaled briefly, preparing yourself for the backlash of your answer. “No.”

His brows furrowed slightly as he blinked a couple of times in disbelief, still coming impossibly closer to you. “No? You’re not afraid, huh?”

“I’m not,” you breathed, trying to maintain your train of thought. “I’m not afraid of what you are, Beetlejuice. I’m afraid of what you can do.”

“Oh?” he replied, somewhat taken aback. “Care to elaborate on that?”

You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulders and pushing slightly. “If you don’t already know what I mean by that, then there’s no point in talking about it further.”

He remained unmoved, even after you pushed harder, indicating that you wanted him to back off of you. “Tell me, Y/N,” he demanded, his tone severe.

“I’m done talking about this. I’m not getting into this with you right now after you just attacked me and nearly made me your next victim. Let me go, B.”

He remained unmoved, his eyes searching yours for what seemed like an eternity until he apparently couldn’t help himself. He lifted his hand, causing you to flinch away instinctively as you had done previously in fear that he was going to pull some elaborate prank that made you fear for your life. Instead, he tenderly brushed the hair out of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

His body was pressed against yours now as he entangled his fingers into your hair, settling his face in the crook of your neck while he brushed his lips against your pulse point. You trembled beneath his touch, but you didn’t know if it was from fear or arousal. Maybe both? It was ridiculously difficult to determine your feelings about him anymore.

His voice rang through the room then, bringing you out of your mess of thoughts. “If you don’t tell me what you’re afraid I’ll do, I’ll just have to find out myself. And I promise you, babe… that won’t be as pleasant as it sounds.”

You didn’t know if he was teasing you or making an actual threat, but considering what you just experienced minutes prior, you didn’t want to take the chance. “You have to know by now that you can destroy someone without actually killing them.”

Lifting his head from your neck, he eyed you questioningly. “Maiming?”

“Ugh,” you huffed. It was like speaking with a child sometimes. “No. Think of what it would have done to me if you had actually killed my friends just because they dared step foot into this house? I swear, you’re not happy unless you’re making out with someone or actively plotting their death.” “I’m just lookin’ for a good time, sweet cheeks. I don’t see anything wrong with that,” he snickered, which irritated you, causing you to glare at him. “That’s the problem!”

The demon said nothing, but you could tell that he was listening intently, trying to process your words. For all you knew, he was incapable of understanding such a thing considering he had never experienced friendship. Or, even love for that matter. At least, that’s what you had assumed.

Looking away, you continued. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m more afraid of what you can do to me while I’m alive than when I’m dead. If I help you, and you intend to be in my life, I need to know that everything’s going to be okay. If I helped you, and you ended up killing someone I love because I kept you in my life… it would destroy me, Beej. Do you understand?”

A slight smirk graced his lips as he mulled over your words. “The cute little breather wants to make a deal?”

“Haven’t I already made enough deals with you?” you scoffed. “No. No more deals, no more games. This is it. Either you can promise me that you can contain yourself or you can’t. It’s as simple as that.”

“I can’t.”

You held your breath at that. You must not have heard him right. He was literally deteriorating in front of you, and you were offering your help in exchange for something as small as a request to not hurt those you love, and he couldn’t abide by it?

“What?” you snapped back in response.

He stepped back, his fingers flexing like he was trying to contain whatever emotion was building up inside of him. “I’m not a damn dog,” he spat, clearly irritated. “I’m not just going to sit around and wait for your permission to have fun. I have given you so much more leniency than I have given any other breather that’s come strolling through here, and still, you want more.”

You blinked in disbelief, mouth agape trying to find the right retort. “You want me to be grateful that you haven’t killed me?” you practically snarled. “Fine, Beetlejuice. Thank you. Thank you for tormenting me every day with your creepy ghost presence and your fucked up sense of humor and the looming threat of death of those I love. Thank you for stressing me out with your plots of destruction and chaos. Thank you for trying to trick everyone into saying your stupid na-mnf.”

A finger was pressed to your lips suddenly and you realized that you had gotten so lost in your own ranting that you didn’t even notice him approaching you to the point where he was almost resting against you, his eyes blazing.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he mocked, a sinister gleam in his eye. “So ungrateful. You’ve got no idea the things that I’ve done for you, babe.”

“Really?!” You snapped back. “Granted, you haven’t killed me or my friends, yet, but I’ve had enough of your threats. Either kill me or don’t, because I’m done playing your games.”

Turning your heel, you went to walk away, ignoring the fact that you had no idea where else to go, but that didn’t matter to you at that moment. However, before you could take a couple of steps, a hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you around so that you were flush against his chest, the chill of his skin radiating through his clothing.

“Beej, what-” His lips crashed against yours, moving with such a desperate need that you felt like you could dissolve into him completely. The kiss was intense, almost angry in the way that he gripped you tightly against him, as if he were afraid that you would try to walk away again. Your hands slipped up his torso and around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as you kissed him back, a need that you didn’t realize you had clawing through your subconscious to get more and more of him. After a few more moments of contentment, you broke the kiss, licking your lips to savor the taste of him as he kept his eyes closed and pressed his forehead against yours. Brushing your lips against his as you spoke, you pleaded, “At least put your guards down for me. Just be real with me.” Pulling back, his eyes bore into yours as he contemplated your words. Finally, he replied, “I can try, babe. No promises.” “I can work with that,” you confirmed, smirking slightly. “For now.”

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leah-halliwell92 · 4 years

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Sex, Love & Rock ‘n’ Roll

Request by @ohmybribri: So you and Brian are FWB and you hook up after a concert in the bathroom. He pins you up against the wall, lifts your skirt and had his way with you... 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Another day, another concert. That’s how it had been since you’d joined the boys on the second leg of there American tour. According to Freddie, Brian had been a bit of a pain since leaving home because all he would talk about was you. You doubted that very much laughing off as he walked you to the cab he came in to pick you up.

You expected for the rest of the boys to be there but was reassured by Fred that they were at the hotel catching up on much needed sleep. That and trying to keep Brian busy considering you are his birthday surprise from Fred, and the boys, to him.

“I swear on my mum (Y/N) he’s been driving all of us mad!” Fred said being as physically emphatic as he could in the cramped space of the cab stating that, “He really needs to shut up about his girl if he’s so set on not telling her his feelings.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes at that and focused on the speeding scenery. There’s no way Brian sees you that way...they way you see him.

You met Brian at Uni he needed a hand understanding Shakespeare. You were working on getting your major in child psychology and a double minor in art and English lit. Through Brian you met the rest of the band and was soon part of their rag-tag family which suited you just fine, more than fine even. You and Brian made great friends and soon found the effort they needed to put into just getting laid to be too great to spend outside of studying and raising a band in Brian’s case. This led to Roger jokingly/drunkenly suggesting you and Bri should, ‘fuck for the sake of fucking’.

At first you’d laughed it off but then found that it wasn’t such a bad idea. You’d been surprised to find Brian at your dorm door giving your silent self-agreement to the friends with benefits idea a try and the rest as they say is history.

That had been close to three years, give or take, ago. The agreement had just been for sex, we could if we liked date or go on dates and at first it worked great on both sides. He seemed more confident in himself if still a little shy but better at talking to other ladies. You hadn’t realized you’d fallen for him until you saw him at the school’s cafeteria talking to Laura Clark. Your ex-best friend who thought she deserved the world on a gold and pearl studded platter.

You’d brushed it off at first but that night when he came to you the sex didn't feel like sex per say. It was sex but it felt different...

He was gentler when he caressed you and nibbled at your neck. He’d take his time getting you to completion and sometimes would forgo finishing himself in exchange for giving you pleasure when he knew you’d had a trying day.

And in turn, you stopped leaving at the crack of dawn. Some of your things made their way into his room, your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom and you’d often wake up to find him somehow tucked under your chin his hair effectively waking you up. That morning had been the morning you realized how good you’d be as a couple. That was the morning you also realized he couldn’t feel the same way...

“We’re here!” You heard Freddie say.

You smiled at him and nearly choked on spit when you saw Prenter standing outside what you thought is the boys’ room smoking. You didn't like him one bit and Freddie knew that. You were more than a little close to asking Miami if you could take Paul’s place as the band’s PA just to get rid of the leech.

Anyway...You nodded politely at the Irishman and let Fred walk you into the first of the shared double-rooms to find Deaky downing what looked like crap hotel coffee.

His tired eyes sparkled and you soon found yourself enveloped in the bassist’s arms.

“Finally,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes again knowing where that was coming from and dove into your bag pulling out a gift meant for him from Veronica.

Deaky resembled a puppy at the sight of the parcel and went to open it in an out fo the way corner of the room.

It was no surprise to find Roger face down on the bed passed out as you thought with a laugh, ‘play my little drummer boy play.’

You shook your head and went into the room Deaky nodded at you leaving Freddie with him.

You couldn’t help the fond smile that graced your face at the sight of Brian face down and sprawled all over his bed hugging the second pillow to himself. You put your stuff down and stripped down to your light tank and underwear before closing the door. The boys had seen you in your undies before so you weren’t bothered to be seen by them, they’re brothers after all.

That done, you went to the empty side of the bed. You noticed it’s the side you normally slept on back home and grinned tenderly before you began the process sliding under the blanket and trade places with the pillow. You must have been more tired than you thought as the familiarity and warmth of Brian’s arms surrounded you when he subconsciously sought out the now present source of warmth.

You threw your leg over his thin hips pulling his body close to yours and placing his head under your chin. You hummed and fell asleep quickly as your body and mind recognized that they were finally home.

You came to to the feeling of gentle calloused fingers caressing your cheek. You kept your eyes closed as Brian ran his fingers over you tenderly before slipping them under the waistband of your underwear.

You moaned at the feel of his middle finger drawing circles around then over your clit.

“Good evening (Y/N),” he said as he repeated the hand movement over and over until you gasped and moaned as your completion washed over you.

Brian looked pleased with himself at having made you cum so quickly but that changed into something softer as he gazed at you as you caught your breath.

‘To hell with it,’ you thought throwing in the towel, ‘If this is as close as I’m going to get so be it.’

You snuggled into him humming happily and said, “Happy Birthday Bri.”

You felt more than heard him chuckle.

“What?” You asked when you pulled away to look up at him.

“Thanks dear but that wasn’t the birthday present I was expecting,” he said with a shrug, “Don’t get me wrong, having you here is an amazing unexpected surprise.”

You were about to kick him off the bed in anger when he continued, “There’s this one thing I’ve always wanted to do...”

You listened to what he wanted his present to be and nearly jumped out of bed in glee, tonight’s concert was going to be good.

That night you stood back stage singing along with everyone else as they played. You cheered extra loud when Brian did his solos loving every time he did his thing with his Red Special. For a moment you forgot you were just friends who fucked and let the thought of being his run through your head.

You cried when they performed “Love of my Life” and applauded when they song ended.

“He’ll find someone better you know,” you heard Paul say as he took a drag from his cigarette.

You ignored him focusing on the boys.

“You're just his friend,” he pressed, “What will you do when he falls for someone? Someone better than a nobody from his hometown.”

That hit you hard, he was right after all but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You saw him smirk as he saw your face fall.

You stood straight as a smirk appeared on your face.

“What’s with the smile?” He asks a bit taken aback with the sudden change of emotion.

“Fred and I talked on our way to the hotel today,” you said, unbeknownst to you and Paul the concert had finished and the boys were there looking as well as listening to what you were saying, “He said he wants me to the band’s personal assistant.”

He scoffed taking a nervously long drag from his cigarette, “Meaning?”

You smirked and said, “Your fired.”

He coughed at that and said, “You can’t do that!”

“Oh yes she can darling,” Freddie said surprising the both of you.

“Fred,” Paul began.

“Goodbye Paul,” he said and made his way to the nearest telephone to call Miami and inform him of the sudden change.

You’d seen the looks of relief and happiness on Roger and Deaky’s faces but before you could say anything else Brian was dragging you away from back stage giving the nearest roady his guitar before pulling you into the nearest empty bathroom and locking the door before laying a hard kiss on your lips.

Brian reached down and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist lifting your skirt up as he continued on kissing you.

You gasped and moaned as he ran his tongue over hour bottom lip asking for permission. You gladly opened your mouth to him and moaned at the sudden chill that met your crotch as he tore away your underwear.

He pulled away to work his pants open.

“Brian–” you began but was interrupted as a moan broke out of you when he entered you.

The air was filled with moans and grunts as you shifted your hips meeting his pace with every thrust.

You were close now, so close to cumming when you said, “I love you...make me yours.”

Brian’s eyes lit up at this and he stilled.

“You mean it?” He asked eyes alight with wonder.

“Yes,” you say taking a leap of faith, “I love you Brian Harold May.”

He smiled and his kiss went from hurried and hungry to love filled and tender.

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” he said with a smirk and made to finish when you heard banging at the door.

“Get a move on lovebirds we want to go eat and sleep!” Roger yelled.

“Bugger off!” Brian yelled before reluctantly helping you down.

“Should do as he says,” you say as you fix your skirt, “he won’t leave us alone otherwise.”

He nodded looking every bit a lost puppy.

“I can warn Deaky and Fred to be out for bit,” you say with a playful smirk.

Brian pulled you into a loving embrace and kiss suddenly eager to be back at the hotel to finish what was started.

#brian may #brian may request #brian may imagine #brian may x reader #70s brian may

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What Remains, Pt. 3

Part One | Part Two

The Space Between

When Gil shows up at his apartment later that afternoon, Malcolm is expecting him. He’s honestly a little surprised Gil hadn’t been by earlier, or sent someone else to check on him.

Surprised, but grateful. He’d needed the time to think, to set aside his emotional connection to the situation and organize his thoughts. He knows his behaviour hasn’t been fair to Gil. The man deserves an explanation. He deserves to know just how broken Watkins left him. Malcolm knows that Watkins was right, no one, not even Gil could possibly want him now, and he wants Gil to know that he understands that, too.

So Malcolm buzzes him in and heads over to his liquor cabinet to pour them both a drink. It’s not going to make this conversation any easier, but he’s always found that having something as simple as a drink in his hand to focus on is helpful during difficult situations.

Gil enters the loft hesitantly, uncertainty written across every line of his body as he shuts the door behind him softly and takes a few steps into the room.

Malcolm goes to him, holds a glass out as a peace offering.

“Hey Gil. I’m glad you came over,” he says, voice subdued, but earnest.

“Are you?” Gil replies. He’s understandably skeptical, but he takes the offered drink, relaxing slightly at the familiarity of it all.

“I am. We need to talk. I wasn’t ready earlier, but I am now,” Malcolm explains.

He heads over to his couch knowing Gil will follow. He sits gingerly on the edge of the cushion, too anxious to truly relax back into his seat. Gil sits on the chair next to him, rests his elbows on his knees and glances over at Malcolm.

“Kid, talk to me. Please. Don’t push me away. I’ve missed--”

“Stop! Gil, please. This is hard enough,” Malcolm cuts in, voice breaking. “Gil, I’m not… you shouldn’t be with me anymore. Not like we were. Watkins--when he kidnapped me he--”

“Kid, I know . Okay? I know what he did to you,” Gil says softly.

“You don’t. You don’t understand. You don’t know what kind of person he is.”

“I do, Malcolm. He’s a murderer, and a psychopath. Whatever he told you, whatever he did, it's not your fault.”

Malcolm snorts, looking down at his glass and shaking his head. Gil has always seen the best in him, seen him as a survivor, not a victim, and Malcolm had always believed him. He’d believed that he was more than just his trauma. But this was different.

“It is my fault,” he whispers brokenly. “It is, because I gave him what he wanted. I… he--he said I was an exception, that I made it good for him because... He prefers corpses, Gil. And I… I tried to fight but in the end I just gave him what he wanted.”

He trails off, lost in the memories of the way John had looked at him, of how pleased he’d been, after--

“I kissed him, Gil,” he continues, voice so low he’s not even sure Gil heard. “I was willing to give him whatever he wanted, to keep him there.”

“What?” Gil rasps, his voice full of emotion that Malcolm doesn’t want to dwell on.

“He told me I was ruined, and he was right,” Malcolm chokes out, tears springing to his eyes and catching in his throat.

He can’t look at Gil, can’t bear to see the disgust and hurt in his eyes. Now he knows, now he’ll understand , and he won’t want me anymore , Malcolm thinks.

Gil sets his glass on the table and starts to stand, and Malcolm huffs out a broken laugh, thinks, Guess there is such a thing as too broken, even for him. But rather than walking away and leaving him there like Malcolm expects, Gil goes to his knees in front of him, leans in and gets as close as he can without touching him. Malcolm looks down at him in shock.

“Kid, can I touch you, please?” Gil whispers.

Malcolm’s too shocked to do anything but nod. Gil takes his glass and sets it on the table before taking both of Malcolm’s hands in his. He holds them tightly, rubs his thumb in circles over his skin.

“Will you look at me, please?” he asks.

He doesn’t want to, but Gil’s voice is so tender, so compelling that he complies and raises his eyes to meet the other man’s.

Gil’s eyes are bright with unshed tears and filled with pain, but there’s no anger or disgust there. Just a deep sadness.

“Malcolm, I can’t imagine what you're going through,” he begins slowly, choosing each word with care, never taking his eyes from Malcolm’s. “You were in a horrible situation, you fought through it and came out on top.”

Malcolm scoffs at that, looks away.

“John did not win,” Gil insists, squeezing his hands tightly. “No matter what he did to you, no matter what he said to you, he was wrong . Now he’s gone and you are still here . And whatever you need, kid, however long it takes, I’m going to be here, too. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give it to you.”

Gil shifts closer, moves one hand to cup it under Malcolm’s chin, tilting it up so he can look Malcolm in the eyes once more and Malcolm shudders but doesn’t pull away.

“If you want space, that’s fine. I’ll give you all the space you need. If you need a friend then I’m here, I’ll always be here. And if you need more, Malcolm, I’ll be here for that, too. I know you think that John ruined you, that he broke you, but he didn’t . What he did to you doesn’t change the way I feel about you. You’ve always been a survivor, kid, and that’s what you are now, still. A fighter. A survivor. That’s all I see when I look at you.”

Malcolm sobs, heart aching as he listens to Gil’s words, feels the sincerity of them in the way he’s touching him.

“How?” he gasps, “how can you say that? How can you still want me?”

“ Oh , baby. I love you, Malcolm, I have for years. I’m not going to let someone like John Watkins change that.”

Malcolm sobs, drops his head into the crook of Gil’s shoulder and starts to cry, his body shaking with silent sobs. For weeks he’s been resigned to being alone, to being rejected by the man who had meant the world to him for so long, and he’d been angry and miserable because of it.

Gil wraps his arms around him, cups the back of his head tenderly in one hand and rests a palm on his back, holding him close as he cries.

Malcolm sucks in a ragged breath, body quivering beneath Gil’s touch. He turns his head into Gil’s neck so he can whisper into his ear, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Gil holds him tighter, runs his hand soothingly through Malcolm's hair. “You haven’t kid, and you won’t. I’m still here,” he promises, turning his head towards Malcolm’s and presses his lips to Malcolm’s forehead.

Malcolm jerks back violently, sucking in a panicked breath before he can stop himself and Gil startles, sits back quickly, frowning in concern.

“Shit, shit, Gil I’m sorry,” Malcolm whimpers, shaking his head in frustration. “I don’t… god, it’s like he’s still here , still in my head. I can’t get him out.”

“Kid it’s okay. It’s okay. I shouldn’t have done that,” Gil responds gently. He’s still got one hand resting lightly on the back of Malcolm’s neck, and he slowly brings the other to lay on his knee.

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for trying to comfort me,” Malcolm sobs, his earlier fears of being too broken returning in the face of his subconscious reaction to the most innocent of touches.

“I will never apologize for trying to help you, kid. But I will for being thoughtless about it. This isn’t about me right now, got it? I don’t want you to worry about me. I want you to worry about you, and to tell me if there’s anything I do that makes you uncomfortable or makes it harder for you to heal, you got that?”

Malcolm just sobs harder. He doesn’t deserve Gil, doesn’t deserve his patience or his love, but Gil is still there, just like he promised, holding onto Malcolm and their relationship strong enough for the two of them.

If there’s one thing Malcolm knows, it’s that he can trust Gil, and he leans into that knowledge now, allows himself to take everything the older man has told him and face value and accept that what he says he truly means. For once he doesn’t argue, just nods his head in acceptance of Gil’s words. A sudden wave of bone deep exhaustion washes over him and he slumps back into the couch, rubs a hand over his face to wipe the tears away.

“Why don’t you go to bed, Bright?” Gil suggests, standing and offering his hand.

Malcolm takes it, lets Gil pull him up and guide him across the loft to his bed. Malcolm sighs and for a brief moment he wants Gil to touch him, to take him to bed and stay there with him, but he knows it's a horrible idea and something he’s not ready for. Instead he catches Gil’s hand, holds it in his own and looks up at him shyly.

“Will you help me change?” he asks quietly.

“Are you sure, kid?” Gil asks, eyes narrowed as he studies Malcolm’s face.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’m so tired, and the cast makes buttons hard,” he admits. “Maybe just, don’t touch? Just help with the clothes?”

“Of course, kid. Whatever you need,” Gil agrees.

He stands in front of Malcolm and starts with the buttons on his jacket, then vest.

“I don’t know why you still insist on wearing a three piece suit with a cast, Bright,” he jokes.

Malcolm laughs quietly, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

“A broken hand is no excuse for dressing unprofessionally,” he scolds.

Gil scoffs at that, shaking his head in mock exasperation even as he helps Malcolm out of the jacket and vest. He moves on to Malcolm’s tie, loosens it and pulls it free of the collar gently. He’s done this so many times, usually with more haste and passion, but there’s something special about this, too.

He’s careful as he works at the buttons of Malcolm’s dress shirt, avoids touching his skin as he undoes them one by one. He lets Malcolm shrug out of it on his own, too, and waits to let Malcolm make the next move.

He fidgets for a moment, uncertain as he stands half-dressed in front of Gil. He’s vaguely uneasy, but only because he feels like he can’t trust his own body. He knows in his head and in his heart that Gil would never hurt him, that he cares about him. But he doesn’t trust his body to respond accordingly. He takes a deep breath then nods at Gil, whispers a quiet ‘please’ when Gil asks if he’s sure.

Gil nods and reaches slowly for Malcolm’s belt. Malcolm can feel his body tensing in response, an irrational panic rising within him as Gil starts to help him out of his pants. He pushes down on it, forces himself to watch, to look at Gil’s face and follow the line of his shoulder, down his arms to his hands, to convince himself that Watkins isn’t there, that it's just Gil, and he isn’t going to hurt him, won’t even touch him without permission.

He can feel the weight of Gil’s gaze on his face as he works, watching for any sign of panic or discomfort and thinks that he’s never loved the man more than in that moment. A surge of emotion wells up in him and he reaches out to catch Gil’s hands in his own.

Gil freezes, his concern clear as he asks if Malcolm’s okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You’re fine, I promise,” Malcolm assures him, entwining their fingers as best he can and stepping in close, almost touching. “I just wanted to say, I love you too, Gil. Thank you, for everything. I don’t deserve--”

Gil cuts him off, pulls a hand free to place his finger against Malcolm’s lips. “You do, kid. You deserve to be happy, and you deserve to be loved. Don’t ever forget that.”

Malcolm exhales, releasing a tension he didn’t even realize he’d had. He presses a gentle kiss to Gil’s finger and looks up at him longingly.

“I wish I could kiss you right now, but I don’t think it would be a good idea,” he admits regretfully.

“I know, kid. I know. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

Malcolm sighs, but nods. Gil helps him balance as he strips out of his pants and then leads him to bed.

“You want these?” he asks, holding up one of the restraints.

“Yeah, they don’t bother me,” Malcolm assures him as he collapses back into the pillows.

He’d like to think that he's tired enough that he’ll sleep soundly, without dreaming, but he knows better.

Gil straps him in, something they’ve done many times. He runs his fingers softly over the skin on the inside of Malcolm’s right wrist before he pulls away, and the gentle touch sends a pleasant little thrill through Malcolm’s body. He smiles dreamily, happy to know that his body will still react positively to the older man’s touch.

“I’ll come by in the morning, okay kid? I don’t want you coming in to work for a little while. You need to take some time.”

Malcolm nods, knowing that Gil is right. He wants to go back to work, isn’t worried about avoiding Gil anymore or dealing with dancing around him awkwardly, and it's a huge weight off of his shoulders. But he’s still got some demons to deal with and jumping right back into profiling isn’t going to help with that.

“Thank you, Gil. I really do love you,” he murmurs as he starts to drift off.

He doesn’t see it, but Gil smiles at him, tears forming in his eyes. “I love you too, Malcolm. Sleep well, baby.”

#prodigal son #my fic #fanfiction #broyo #malcolm bright #gil arroyo

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 4 years

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‘The Adventure of Philip Anderson’ Chapter 6: Fear and Desire

Through nightmares conjured up by their subconscious, Sherlock and Molly discover what's been holding them back. Fluff and Comfort ensues!

FFN | Ao3 | Buy Me a Coffee?

When Sherlock returned to his flat, he felt beyond exhausted. Physically, emotionally, even mentally. He dropped down into his chair, burying his face in his hands. Not only did they not find any clue as to who the murderer was, but he was pretty sure that after this case, whatever he and Molly did have was over. His heart ached at the thought. This was why he didn’t do sentiment—not because it was distracting or useless, but because it was always nothing but pain. Mycroft’s wise words rang in his head.

“Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.”

All he ever wanted was for Molly to be happy. Granted, he wished it would be him who brought her that happiness, but obviously, that wasn’t the case. Misery is what he brought her. It was killing the light inside of her. He kept telling himself it was for the best, trying to believe that it was. Sherlock removed his pistol from its hiding place and shot at the smiley face painted on the wall. Once, twice, three times. If three kisses suggests romantic attachment, then what, pray tell, did three gunshots suggest?

“Sherlock Holmes, are you defacing my wall again??” Mrs. Hudson reprimanded him when she approached the doorway in her dressing gown.

He smiled wryly at her. “Habit,” he told her. Upon noticing how tired his landlady looked, he sighed. “I’ll try to keep it down.”

She smiled as a silent thank you before leaving, closing the door behind her. Sherlock never slept whilst on a case, but he was beginning to think he should make an exception this time. He made his way to his bedroom, shedding his clothes, only putting on a pair of pyjama pants. He felt dead on his feet, but his mind was restless. Instead of sleeping, he attempted to delve into his mind palace. It was the one place where he felt he could safely lose himself in.

But control was beyond him. In his mind, he was walking through a long corridor full of doors to locked away information. Rather than the one door, there were now two doors labeled with Molly’s name. That was new. One looked welcoming, warm, even. The other was cracked and splintered, and painted black. It was no mystery which door he chose, needing a little sunshine on this gloomy night.

He walked through the sunshine yellow door, only to find that it was the complete opposite within it. The room was a lie. That would mean the other one had to be what he was looking for. Sherlock turned to leave, but the door slammed shut, locking from the outside. He was trapped. Cries sounded from upstairs—obviously Molly’s—and he ran right up to find her eyes puffy and her face red from all the tears she was shedding.

Carefully, he approached her, not wanting to startle her. “What’s wrong?” he spoke softly. She ignored him. “Molly, tell me.” She finally looked up at him, her heartache written all over her face.

“You!” she cried. “You’re what’s wrong!” Her sadness turned to anger all too quickly. “You’ve led me on for your own gain, you’ve said such horrible, cruel things, and you hide the truth not only from me, but from yourself!” She jabbed her finger at him with each accusation. “What makes you think you are worth my time? Why do you keep coming back!?” Molly’s face twisted in such anger, it was unrecognizable. “You. Don’t. Deserve. Me.”

Sherlock was now backed up against a wall. He was visibly shaken. “M-Molly wouldn’t say these things,” he attempted to argue.

“Oh, but she thinks them.” In a split second, it was no longer Molly, but himself staring back at him. His own voice echoed throughout the room. “And so do you.” He paused for a moment. “Tell me…how could Molly Hooper ever love a man who doesn’t even like himself?”

Sherlock’s face fell. His counterpart grinned in delight.

“I want you to say it,” the figment told him. “Admit it already.” He picked up what looked to be a small, handheld looking glass, and shattered it against the wall. “Come on! We both know you’re thinking it!”

“I…,” Sherlock began, his voice shaky. “I hate myself.”

“Louder.”

“I hate myself,” Sherlock repeated at a higher volume.

“Sorry, can’t hear you—one more time?”

“I hate myself!” he shouted. “I hate myself for hurting Molly—for hurting everyone I care about! I am poison. I ruin everything I touch. If I touch her, I will love her to ruins!” Knocking—someone was knocking frantically at the door he had entered this hell through. Sherlock ran toward it, waking up when he turned the knob.

The knocks—they were real. Someone was at his door.

Nightmares plagued Molly’s mind. Tossing and turning in her sleep, Molly cried out Sherlock’s name. The more she tried to reach out for him, the further away he got. The scene changed to Sherrinford where Sherlock was being tortured through all kinds of body horror imaginable. She could see everything from the other side of the glass. Her throat was raw from screaming, nearly drowning out the voice…Eurus Holmes’s voice.

“Now, now, Molly, you need to calm yourself,” she told her. “You know what you have to do. Only you can stop this.”

Tears poured down her cheeks. “I—I can’t!”

“Why not?” demanded Eurus.

“Because I’m scared!” shouted Molly.

“Of what?”

Molly didn’t answer.

Eurus sighed. “Of what, Molly? Is what you fear much worse than what Sherlock is going through? Perhaps I chose the wrong kind of torture.”

Through the glass, the scene changed to the phone call, but with one major difference. This time she did not pick up and the telly turned to static. Sherlock’s anguished cries over her death shattered her. What would she do with such a splintered heart?

“I’m waiting, Molly. Be a brave girl, now,” Eurus coerced her.

Sherlock was falling to a million pieces right in front of her, his pain so unbearable, he reached out for the pistol that fell to the floor amongst the smashed up bits of the coffin.

“No!” Molly screamed, digging into her chest cavity with her bare hands. She continued to call out to Sherlock as she dug deeper, eventually pulling out her own beating, battered heart. The glass disappeared and the relief on his face was apparent. She held out her heart to him, cracked from the grief and heartache. “It isn’t what it used to be; it’s so broken. What would you even do with it anyways?”

Sherlock held her hands that still held her heart. “My darling, I would mend it together again.”

Molly woke in a cold sweat, the meaning of her nightmares now obvious, but she was visibly shaken by the experience. Something needed to be done.

Sherlock Holmes was awoken to the frantic knocks at his door. He didn’t bother with a dressing gown, walking to the door in only his tartan pajama pants. On the other side was Molly, her eyes red and raw from crying—not unlike his own—and still in her own sleep clothes.

“Molly, what—“ Not another word came out when she threw her arms around him, and she rested her cheek against the warmth of his skin. Sherlock held her close with one arm, shutting the door with the other. He could feel tears rolling off of her, and he stroked her hair with a gentle touch.

“I love you,” she whispered hoarsely. “Don’t ever leave me.” Molly pressed her lips ever so softly to his chest, lingering for what felt like hours. “I’m scared, Sherlock.”

“Of what, Molly?” he asked, his fingers now running up and down her back.

“Losing you,” she admitted. “I can’t lose you—not to drugs, not to criminals—I need you to take care of yourself when I can’t.”

His heart ached for her. Reluctantly, he released her, leading her to the sofa. His nightmare re-entered his mind. “I know I’ve hurt you so much in the past,” he told her. “I hate myself for it. But, I promise to not be so reckless on my cases, Molly. I used to get a thrill from it, but I found a better thrill in loving you.” Sherlock took her hands in his and he pressed kisses to each one. “As for the drugs, I’m through with them. I’ve been in a rehabilitation program for weeks now of my own accord.”

Keeping a hold of her hands, Sherlock squeezed them affectionately as he leaned closer, his forehead now resting against hers. “I love you, Molly Hooper. I know your heart is broken, but I will mend it for you.” I will love her to ruins. The words echoed in his mind, but he ignored them. His lips caressed hers, his tongue dancing with hers. The soft moans escaping him had Molly nuzzling her nose against his. She could feel her pain lessen as he kissed her tenderly; she felt she would cry tears from the happiness welling up inside her.

His lips traveled all the way down to the crook of her neck, and back up to the sensitive area below her ear. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered. After placing a kiss to her temple, Sherlock brought her up onto his lap, and held her close. Molly’s arms were around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. They remained like that for a while in comfortable silence until Sherlock realised that Molly had fallen asleep. He carried her to his bed, setting her down carefully as to not wake her. Slipping in the bed himself, Sherlock held onto her from behind, only falling asleep after pressing one last kiss to her shoulder.

When Molly woke early in the morning, she adjusted her eyes to find she wasn’t at her flat. She was at Sherlock’s, and in his bed, no less. In fact, she had been sleeping with her head on his chest. She lifted her head to find he was awake, his eyes lighting up when she met them with her own. Everything came back to her from the night before—the dinner party, the kiss that nearly ended them, taking a cab in her pyjamas at two in the morning after that horrid nightmare, and the kiss that brought them closer together.

“How are you feeling?” Sherlock’s voice brought her back to the present. He was brushing his fingers through her hair gently, concern for her written plainly on his face.

Molly thought a moment as she hovered above him. Despite the headache—probably from all the crying last night—she felt fine. Her heart was no longer aching, and she felt as if a huge weight had lifted from her shoulders. Overall, she felt blissful. “So very happy,” she answered him. “You make me very happy.”

He smiled sweetly at her; his eyes flickered to her lips that were so close he could hardly contain himself. The small gasp of surprise that left her mouth as he kissed her brought him joy. Everything about this woman in his arms did. He slid his hands from her hair, down to her back, pressing their bodies closer together. Their lips met again and again as if their lives depended on it, as if they were breathing life into one another.

Her lips left his, trailing kissed down his neck. Sherlock groaned at the newfound contact. Molly reveled in his reaction. A whimper was elicited from deep within her as Sherlock turned the tables, flipping them over, and began peppering kisses below her ear and down her neck. He brought their mouths together again, taking her bottom lip gently between his teeth, leaving Molly breathless. Their hearts were aching again, but in the best way. It was as if the love they had for each other could barely be contained by the organ beating in their chest.

Molly giggled as she felt Sherlock’s fingers trace her side. Amused at finding where she was ticklish, he broke their kiss, purposefully tickling her sides, causing her to scream and giggle until she swatted his hands away. “No fair,” she laughed.

“I believe all is fair in love and war, darling,” he quipped, lying beside her, their hands just barely touching.

She rolled her eyes playfully, taking his hand in hers. Something that he said to her last night crossed her mind. “I don’t want you believing you’re not good for me, Sherlock.”

The abrupt change in her mood told him to listen to her words closely.

“You said it as if it was an inevitable truth, but it’s not,” she continued, turning over on her side to face him fully. “The culmination of the guilt you felt is what’s telling you that. It isn’t true.” Molly brushed his curls back with her nimble fingers. “Don’t you see? It was never about trusting you with my heart. I already trusted you. The issue was that I was scared of giving up my heart completely for fear of losing you.”

Sherlock visibly relaxed, relief crossing his features. He had truly thought his presence in her life was toxic, sucking the life out of her. Now, here in his bed, he could see it was the opposite. She was practically glowing—vivacious, even. In fact, it was clear to him that keeping their distance from one another was the culprit of their pain. “So, I’m…not unworthy of your love?”

“Far from it, darling,” she smiled, reassuring him. “You are so deserving of my heart.”

“How can you love me if I don’t even like myself?” he asked. This haunted him from last night’s adventure into his psyche. “How can you forgive me for all that I’ve done?”

Molly closed her eyes as to keep the tears filling her up at bay. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she struggled to speak. “Sherlock,” she spoke his name like a prayer. “You aren’t a bad man. You’ve struggled with bad things, but that doesn’t mean you should hate yourself for it. Look how far you’ve come. I love the man beneath the façade—the one who is kind and loving. The one who shoots at a wall when he’s frustrated or hurting.” She laughed at that. “I love your flaws and the scars that you bear. You need to forgive yourself, Sherlock. Whether you like it or not, you’re only human.”

“But—“

“No,” Molly spoke firmly. “You don’t get to argue this. Do you want to know something? I have flaws too regardless if you see it or not.” She carded her fingers through his hair. “There were a few times I hated myself in the past two years. I felt I should have waited for your return instead of going out and getting myself engaged. When you did return, and we had that lovely day together, I knew then how you felt, though I hadn’t a clue how deep those feelings ran. But I felt so guilty, I hid my ring from you as best as I could. Tom was the other man in that situation. I felt I had been unfaithful to you, and we hadn’t even been together. How silly is that?”

Sherlock laughed softly. “Quite,” was his quiet reply.

“I hated myself for not going after you when you left the wedding, which only added to the loneliness you so clearly felt. I eventually hated that I slapped you, and then realised you only allowed me to do so because you felt you deserved it.” Molly seemed to have lost against the tears as they slid down her cheeks. “And I hate that I have hurt you so much since the phone call. I hate that I told you I didn’t mean it, and that I lied to you at all.” She was crying again, and Sherlock somehow felt it was his fault, though he knew it wasn’t.

“Molly,” Sherlock spoke in a reassuring tone. “Darling, it’s okay.” He sat up, bringing her small form against him, holding her as she cried for the second time in less than twelve hours. “I didn’t realise you felt there was so much you had done wrong, but I forgive it all.” And just like that, Sherlock understood how she forgave all he had done. His heart felt even lighter than it had last night.

“We’re a couple of right messes aren’t we?” Molly suddenly laughed, and Sherlock laughed with her. “God, look at us,” she added, wiping her tears with her hands. He was doing the same, their laughter finally dying down.

“We needed this,” Sherlock realised.

“We really did,” she agreed. “But now we need to put all of our focus on this case.” Her voice was serious. “How does the victim of the first murder connect to Blackwood as the intended second victim?”

Sherlock just stared at her, his mouth agape. Just like that, Molly was getting right down to business. Nobody understood him the way she did, and God, did he love her.

“Sherlock.” She brought him out of his thoughts. “Are you going to just stare at me all day, or are we going to catch a killer?”

“Right,” he replied, getting up out of bed. “We need to figure out what Blackwood has in common with the previous victim.”

“Wouldn’t Mycroft know?” Molly asked. “I mean, he knew both of them, and worked with them for years.”

Sherlock considered this. “I have to see him about last night anyways. It wouldn’t hurt to ask.”

Both Sherlock’s and Molly’s mobiles started ringing. They answered their phones, speaking quietly so the other could hear. Turning to each other, they spoke in unison. “Blackwood’s been murdered.”

#sherlolly #the adventure of philip anderson #sherlock x molly #my fanfiction

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Sparks Fly (4/?)

Thor simply does not sleep. He keeps watching over you all night long, holding you against his side and scaring your nightmares away. It’s the best sleep you can remember, and when you stir, murmuring and groggy, Thor feels his chest warm. The Fox kit cuddled on his belly pops her little head up, tail twitching as she yawns. Thor rubs her ears, “I’m glad the both of you slept well,” he meant for it to sound stern but when you look at him all golden eyes and cheeks rosy with sleep he can’t seem to even pretend to be strict with you.

You sit up slowly blushing and embarrassed, and Thor can only chuckle. “Please don’t run away, sweetheart,” he said softly, “I tucked you in with me because I wanted you near me.” You bite your lip, and Thor smiled ruefully“I know I’m not exactly nice to look at anymore, but, it was nice having you near me.” You look at him sideways, “What are you talking about?” you ask softly, “You’re perfect.” Thor’s cheeks burn, and he wants to sit up and kiss you, but the kit simply will not move off his belly so he can. Thor is momentarily flustered and speechless, so you take your chance. You need to know. You lean down and kiss him. The barest whisper of a kiss across his lips. The god stays very still afraid that if he moves he’ll make you bolt. When you pull away blushing and apologizing, he can only smile at you tenderly, “You can do that as often as you wish. I’ll not object.” You open your mouth to say something, and Thor slowly puts a hand over your mouth, “If you apologize to me for anything I’m going to cancel the wedding,” he teased. Warmth spread through his chest, and he still felt the brush of your lips. He removes his hand and cradles your cheek, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone. “Did you sleep well?” he asked. “Yes,” you say, “Thank you, Thor.”

Thor smiles at you, “I’m glad you did, my love.” He pulls you back into the warmth of the covers, and you go willingly, snuggling into his arms. Your new pet watched you with wide eyes, and you croon to her softly as you stroke her head. Thor chuckles and kisses your hair, “What will you call her?” he asked. The fox leans into your hand and closes her eyes, “She tells me her name is Beesha.” The fox yawns and stretches making Thor shift a little bit to get her bony foot out of his liver where she pushed it, with a soft grunt. The Fox pads out of the room and without thinking, you brush a kiss against his belly where Beesha’s hard little foot had made him uncomfortable. It’s just a soft flutter of your lips, but it makes Thor freeze. He’d had at least a score of women to warm his bed since the snap, and none of them had ever kissed his belly. He sighs and has to stop himself from asking you to do it again. It was just so subconscious, a need for you to soothe something that was hurting him. You really didn’t seem to have any problems with his body, and it made him feel... a lot of things. Including some hope for your wedding night. He knew he’d have to take it slow, but he was more than a little afraid that he’d have to convince you to bed him. “I can feel you thinking,” you say softly, “Can I help?” He looks down at your glowing golden eyes, and he wants to unburden himself. He wants to tell you he was afraid you’d not find him attractive, but he doesn’t; instead, he hears himself say, “Kiss me again?”

You can’t deny his request, something in his voice is so quietly pleading that your heart just won’t let you. So you do kiss him. You’re clumsy and inexperienced, but Thor doesn’t care. He makes you lead the kiss and keeps one hand in your hair and the other behind his head. You’re focused and intense, one hand on his chest and the other tentatively on the side of his neck. The god can’t think. All there is is the feel of your lips and the warmth of your body. He’s so enraptured by the feeling of you that he doesn’t even hear the knocking on the door or the door swinging open, “Hey!-” Rocket starts but then stops, startled to see you in Thor’s room and on his bed. The “Hey!” makes you pull away, blushing and shy, and Thor sighs, “What, Rocket?” he asks, sitting up. The Raccoon looks embarrassed, and looks away, “The Girls told me that the... the surprise for her highness is coming a day early.” Thor beams, “Excellent. Inform Loki and the others, I’ll be down to help after I’ve gotten some coffee.” Rocket turns to go, not looking at you. Thor kneels in front of you and cradles your face in his hands, you look beautiful, your lips were swollen from kissing and your cheeks rosy. “Surprise?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. Thor kisses you quickly and helps you to your feet, “No prying, sweetheart.” he scolded playfully. “I want this to be nice for you,” he said, smiling. “I won’t ask anyone,” you promise, heart still pounding. Is this what it was like to be a wife? Someone looking at you this way? Someone wanting you close? You liked the look in Thor’s eyes, and you chance wrapping your arms around him. You barely come up to his chest, and when you hug him, your cheek rests on his belly. The god doesn’t hesitate, he hugs you back and kisses the top of your head, “There should be new clothes in your room, love.” he says softly, “I had someone go get you something new to wear.” You look up at him with curiosity in your face, about to ask questions and he gently swats your backside and turns you giggling with surprise towards the door, “Scurry on, little mouse,” he says, “Don’t say anything because I won’t be able to not tell you.”

You pad back to your rooms for a bath and to get dressed, feeling like you were floating. You were blushing and, biting your lip to keep from giggling. The Girls take one look at your pink cheeks, bright eyes, and kiss-swollen lips, and the teasing begins. They tease you and cajole you gently until you spill all the details. It had been a long time since you could speak freely about anything and your “ladies” swooning over your betrothed, and his sweetness made you giggle. When you open the bundle of clothing on your bed, you gasp softly. It was clothing from your home kingdom, the colors of the forests all dark green and brown leather. Sheer gauzy fabric and golden jewelry. Fresh from your bath and wrapped in a towel you try and help your ladies to help you dress, but the parts and pieces have them flummoxed. You largely dress yourself. The shirt is loose, but there is a band of leather at the bottom of it just under your breasts leaving your tummy exposed. The skirt sits low on your hips another leather band studded with gold holding it in place, the sides are slit most of the way up the side, showing your legs as you walk.

Gold bands go around your upper arms and a diadem of leather, gold, and an emerald at your forehead mark you as a princess. Your hair is unbound in any way, dark red waved flowing to your hips. Carol whistles, “Is this how you would dress at home?” You blush as you look at yourself in the mirror, “As an unmarried woman, yes,” you say. “Thor is going to lose his mind,” Wanda said. You bite your lip uncertain, and Natasha pats your arm, “He’s going to think you’re beautiful,” she soothed, “But I don’t think he’s going to be expecting to see this much of your skin.” She pokes your bare tummy and laughs, “But he’ll be pleased to see it, I think. He’s been dying to see you in something other than jeans and t-shirts.” You give your hair a final fuss and sigh turning towards the door at a knock, “Yes?” you say. Rocket stands in the doorway and blinks at you in surprise, “They’re ready for you downstairs,” Rocket said. “Thank you, Rocket,” you say smiling, heading towards the stairs. “Rocket,” Carol asked fondly. “Do you have a crush on Y/N?” Rocket shook his head, “When I look at her,” he said, “I feel like... Like I’m somewhere calm. She smells like, home. I guess.” Carol nodded, surprised at the candid answer and doesn’t press further. The ladies and Rocket follow you into the courtyard, Natasha appreciated what that skirt did for the fullness of your bottom and the way in exaggerated the sway of your hips. Under different circumstances and if she weren’t with Bruce she might be comparing her appreciation of your backside with Thor own in a bar.

You pause at the top of the steps down, pausing so Beesha could settle on your shoulder and hide in your hair. Thor sees you over Valkyrie’s head and his jaw drops. You look like an embodiment of sex. Of Desire. His mouth is dry and he swallows hard making Valkyrie turn to see you. She is similarly struck and all she can manage is, “Damn.” Rocket laughed, “Thunder dork is shook.” he said and Natasha laughed, “It looks that way.” You feel self-conscious of all the eyes on you but before you can say anything, a voice from your past pierces the air and you turn. “Y/N!” the girl, blonde and bouncing screams, running up the steps to you. You meet her halfway and catch her, clutching her to you, tears flowing. “Sera,” you say softly, “Oh my gods, Sera I thought you were dead. I was so afraid everyone was dead.” Your mother’s advisors turn to meet Thor, smiling “Your majesty,” A white-haired man says. He greets them, his heart aching as he watched you oblivious to anything else. A woman with Green hair beams, “Sera was her childhood best friend,” she explained, “We thought it might soothe some of the pre-wedding jitters.” Thor beamed, “As soon as they can be pried away from each other, I’m sure they’ll cause much trouble.”

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#thor x reader #thor x you #thor odinson #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #rocket raccoon #fluff #first kiss #thicc thor

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rovvboat · 5 years

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New Found - Cable/Nathan Summers x Reader

Requested by @marvel-forever-17 <3 <3 <3 <3 Sorry it took so long!! Hope you like it :D (P.S. There was supposed to be ~smut~ but I decided against it alksnfklanfklnf :P

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: When a sudden spout of all-round lethargy and nausea overcomes Reader, they chalk it up to their bad eating/sleeping habits. But when they dig deeper, Reader finds out they’re pregnant, and tries to figure out a way to break the news Nathan.

Warnings: nausea mentions; slight angst - but mostly fluff

It has been 2 years since you and Nathan had gotten together. Starting a family had always been something you wanted to do, especially with the man you loved so – but never at the expense of his own feelings.

He had a complicated history, and you felt like that was your duty to keep him from having to confront issues that were too close to his heart – lest he should wallow. He had enough on his plate as it was, and if he wanted to, he’d have brought it up himself.

Which is why you took birth control pills.

And which is why you’re now paying for the disastrous consequence of forgetting it that one time a month ago.

The whole world stops, as you stand there, the striking feeling of the icy cold toilet floor now forgotten; your eyes were fixed on the two blue lines that stood stark across the white stick that held the answers to why your body had been failing you for the past week. Though you were far from showing, you knew that your body didn’t quite feel the same.

What is Nate going to say?

You slump your body onto the closed toilet seat, head in your hands, as the doubts creep up on you.

What am I going to do?

But before long, you hear Nathan enter your room, followed by a few knocks on the bathroom door.

‘’You okay in there, darlin’?’’

‘’Yeah, I’m fine! Be right out!’’ You feign your normal cheerful nature, before flushing the toilet and throwing the pregnancy kit into the waste basket, making sure to cover it up with some toilet paper.

In the following days, walking, eating, drinking and even breathing sometimes became an arduous task – and it didn't help that you'd get absolutely winded just getting up and down the steps of the mansion.

"Wow, go out much, Rumplestiltskin? Guess all that fast food and soda’s really doing a number on you, huh?" Wade calls out from his post at the dining table as you enter the kitchen; whilst a plate of pancakes dripping with syrup sits in front of him.

Seated next to Wade was Domino, who just looks at you with a curious expression marked on her face – her chin resting gently on her hand.

You shoot Wade an annoyed look, before rolling your eyes. You grab your mug and stride toward the coffee pot. You felt a dull throbbing at the side of your head all night, coming and going as it pleased – leaving you sat up in bed trying to massage the knots in your neck – until a very sleepy Nate awoke to find you frowning at nothing, and offered to massage your neck.

"Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m not sharing if you’re going to give me that attitude, kiddo." He remarks, pointing at you with his fork, before turning his attention back to the pancakes.

"Well, he is kind of right you know. No offence but you look pretty awful, Y/N... Do you need anything?" Domino asks, worried.

"I know... but don’t worry, I think it's just all the terrible food I've been having. Nate – and dare I say Wade – are both right. I have to start– "

Your eyes widen when you feel your stomach protest every food decision you’ve made since birth, as the nausea forces you to take notice of it. The dull discomfort triples into full blown sickness and before you know it, you're in the nearest toilet, hunched over and vomiting whatever you ate the previous night.

You let you face loom over the toilet bowl, one hand gripping over the side, when you feel a strong hand rubbing down your back.

"That's it, let it out..." Nate's low, just-woken-up voice rumbles next to your ear.

You let the last of it out before getting up to wash your mouth in the sink.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"Guess we're just meant to be, sweetheart." Nate yawns, rubbing his face before washing up as well.

You wait for him by the door, and walk back into the kitchen with him for some much needed breakfast.

Though you still didn't feel up for solid foods, you relented when Nate offered – or rather, insisted – that he make some oatmeal for you.

Once breakfast was over, you did some stretches out in the courtyard where everyone else were training or just starting out the day with a jog. You wanted to go out and train with Colossus like you normally do, but you felt much too weak.

Nate watches as your eyes get droopy and hooded, in the tell-tale way they do when you just don't have the energy, and walks briskly over to you.

"You feeling alright, doll? Maybe training today isn't the best idea."

Your face tells him all he needs to know, and he has you herded back into the mansion in a second.

He settles you onto the bed, making sure your back rests gently against the head board, before helping put your legs up onto the bed. He walks over to the other side of the bed and joins next to you.

"Come lie down on my lap. It'll do you some good."

You oblige, and lie down on your back, lowering your head onto his lap. His fingers graze your forehead, pushing away the strands of hair sticking onto your face. You guide his free hand to your stomach, and place it there for comfort.

"Does it hurt, darlin’? Maybe we should bring you to the doctor."

"No, it's fine… I’m just... a little uneasy. I'll be fine in a few hours." You reassure him, placing a hand over his. You let your eyes close, as you slowly relax and, without realizing, you’ve fallen back to sleep.

In the next few weeks, Nate watches you deny any allegations of not being well; getting increasingly worried by the day. Your stubborn nature dictated that you never be left behind on a mission, and you'd shoo away any assistance Nate would offer.

You didn’t want him to know, but you knew you had to tell him if you were going to make a decision.

He barges in one day – whilst you were busy doing maintenance work on your guns and blades after a particularly daunting recon mission – at which you almost fainted due to heat exhaustion.

You were rubbing the cloth up and down the barrel of the gun, when his metal hand brings the gun down to the table – the look on his face stern and unyielding.

"Our room. Now."

You knew what was coming – he had been constantly reminding you to take care of yourself – even going as far as to prepare some healthy (albeit horrendously) bland foods for you.

Though he's used to giving into your whims, you knew better than to not take him seriously when he has his face set in that unmistakable frown – with the heavy creases formed on his forehead, usually only ever reserved for Wade.

You tail quietly behind him and – when you catch up next to him – innocently slip your hand into his, in a more or less last-ditch attempt to ease the tension.

His hand accepts yours with ease, as you place your chin on the side of his arm – looking up at him with curious eyes, trying to draw his attention.

He doesn't acknowledge your prodding expressions and has his sights dead straight on the door at the end of the hallway – and so you decide to just brace yourself for an earful.

He sits on the edge of the bed and motions for you to do the same.

His eyes were fixed in yours as he takes a deep breath and sighs – his demeanor changing from hard and stern to one of more... patience.

"Y/N, I know you've been unwell these past few weeks– "

"No, I'm just–" You interject.

"Let me finish, sweetheart," his voice turns soft, as he brings up a hand to the side of your face.

"I just want you to take care of yourself, okay? Or at least let me take care of you. You can't hide from me – especially when you're not feeling well."

You plaster your legs together, your hands on your knees – subconsciously making yourself smaller. You avoid any and all eye contact with him – focusing down on the lines of the wooden flooring instead.

"Is there something wrong?"

You knew that worry in his voice all too well, But...

You weren't prepared for what he might say if you were to tell him.

The anxiety in your chest, pounding away at your ribs, moves up to your neck. He watches you tense up, and reaches out to your hand.

He brings it up to his lips, tenderly kissing the back of your hand – eyes closed, as if what he was feeling was too much.

Your eyes widen at him; You've never seen this side of Nate before.

"I hope you know that I'm here for you no matter what. I need you to know that I'm not going anywhere." He looks at you, and any fool could see that he loved you to bits.

You could feel the anxiety vanishing – an airy feeling now slowly taking its place.

Airy, yet completely grounded. Safe.

You shift towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your head onto his chest as you – finally – let out all the worries you had been carrying with you.

Nate leaves loving strokes down your back, his chest reverberates as he lullabies, "It's alright, you're good, I'm here, sweetheart," into your ears.

You lay there against his chest; all the strain of your secret having been washed away.

You look up to Nate, whose eyes find yours.

"I have something to tell you." You mumble, your voice low.

"I'm all ears for you, darlin'" Nate reassuringly squeezes your hand.

"I... I'm..." You close your eyes, and take a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

You watch to see Nate's reaction, but his face doesn't change – save for a knowing smile.

"Is that true now?"

You tilt your head at his surprisingly composed enquiry. His eyes twinkling in a knowing way, almost as if....

"You knew?"

"I had a feeling. I suspected something when you'd tell me you felt nauseous in the mornings. We both chalked it up to your terrible diet, but I also noticed that every time I kissed you, you tasted a little like... metal."

"You're kidding… The baby’s techno-organic too?" The concern slips out your mouth and covers your entire face. Nate descends into laughter, and you swat at his shoulder – ‘’I’m serious, Nate!’’

He looks back at you, "That's just what happens when you’re pregnant, doll. It’s normal. But… I also saw the pregnancy test next to the toilet."

You bring a palm up to your face. You totally forgot to hide the evidence.

You feel Nate's warm hand on your forehead, brushing away your hair as he places a kiss your forehead – breathing you in as he does.

"You have no idea how much joy it brings me, to know that we're having a kid."

His words surprise you. You've always pegged him as someone who wasn't interested in having another family – and you voice it out to him delicately.

"Are you kidding? I would’ve done anything to be with you. I want this, to have a family with you. I probably have since the day I met you. But I didn't think I was ready."

His soulful eyes linger over yours, his hand cupping your cheek as he brings his forehead to yours.

"But I take one look at you, and it all feels right."

"It does when I look at you too." You hum. Nate’s lips meet yours, eyes closed, taking in a sharp breath.

And as he breaks the kiss, he doesn't move away. He watches you for a moment – and the deepest,

warmest,

fullest feeling fills you up.

"Then I think we'll be alright, darlin'."

The rest of the night is spent with you laying your head on Nate's chest – your fingers running over the palm of his hands, down the length of his fingers – as you talked about baby names, whilst your eyes slowly fluttered shut against the soft tenors of his voice;

where "I love you, Y/N" is the last thing you hear before drifting off.

#Nathan Summers #nathan summers x reader #cable x reader #cable #deadpool fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #josh brolin #xmen fanfiction

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