#nickys other arm is so grabbing backwards for some hip

[snusbandxknifewife]

How We Got Here/Where We’re Going

Hello yes hi! I am proud to introduce my gift for the lovely and amazing Tess, @clockworkgraystairs ! This started out as a wedding fic, but I couldn’t get it to work right until I was giving @wanderingpages her regularly scheduled Mayari update and saw her asynchronous pregnancy au and was like “!!!!!Holy shit that’s it.” So, without much further ado, I present the beginning of “How We Got Here/Where We’re Going”, an all human, modern au where Cardan and Jude have been a thing since college, ended up getting pregnant and having a daughter and marrying in their late 20s. Now it’s their honeymoon and they’re looking backwards at their past and forward towards their future.

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Outside, fluffy grey clouds hung over a soft blanket of snow, masking any sound that might’ve accompanied the rising of the sun. Her bed was soft, her sheets warm, her room quiet. Jude couldn’t quite figure out what woke her up. Then, as she stretched out, her fingers hungrily searching as she fought sleep, she realized what it was: Cardan was missing.

Sitting up, her eyes bleary and drool dried on her cheek, she pouted. When she remembered that she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on—and that, plus a snowy log cabin, makes for freezing nips—she grumbled and burrowed back into the comforter.

Oh to have been a fly on the wall in the little cabin bedroom as Jude Greenbriar tumbled around in her nest of blankets, dragging them with her to grab underwear and pajamas and socks and fighting to avoid any cold air as she dressed. Cussing and tripping as she went, Jude scowled into nothing and cursed her fiancé—

Wait. Husband. It’s husband now.

—she cursed her husband for abandoning her to the elements and taking his space heater of a body with him when he went.

Jude wrapped herself up in her ball of bedding and went out the door, now awake enough to listen for movement in the small cabin. A pot clanged from the downstairs kitchen and her husband yelped and she smirked.

That’s what you get, loser.

As Jude walked down the stairs, she couldn’t miss the chaos of the living room. Most of their suitcases were still packed up and set by the fireplace, their skis and snow jackets barely made it in the door, and their wedding clothes were strewn haphazardly across the sofa. She was honestly impressed that they’d made it inside the house.

Just as she made it to the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the sofa to run her hand over her wedding dress, she heard something that made her stop.

“—And how should I know? Honestly Nic I’m not even sure how to bring it up to her,” Cardan sighed from within the kitchen, bustling around like he was making breakfast. “I think it might be good for us. Still, with how everything went when we had Faye, I don’t want to pressure her.”

She couldn’t help but frown in concern as her mind flitted back through everything she could remember about their first daughter and her pregnancy. From the confusion of her missed period to the worry as they waited on the test to the way Cardan’s eyes had lit up when the Ob/Gyn told them they were having a little girl.

What on earth would Nicasia be talking to him about?

Jude tried to tell herself that it was obvious, Nicasia was only days away from popping, and her pregnancy had been a bit of a nightmare. Maybe she was just nervous? But, then again, why ask Cardan about giving birth? Jude had been the one who carried Faye and, far more importantly, Nicasia’s own wife, Taryn, had already had a child herself.

Completely ignoring the fact that calling a man away from his wife on his honeymoon was probably in poor taste, but she digressed.

She kept herself as still as possible, angling her head so she could hear better.

“Yes, I know that, Nic,” he let out a little frustrated laugh, and Jude could just picture the way he would be pinching the bridge of his nose. “But Faye will be starting school soon and that’ll be a circus in it of itself, never mind adding on the stress that this would.”

He went quiet again and Jude crept back towards the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t walk through the kitchen door and catch her spying.

“I know you and Taryn want the little man to have a friend, but you remember how tough it was for Jude our first go round.”

Oh.

Jude’s hand flew to her belly and she had to jump to catch the falling blankets before they made a sound and alerted her new husband.

So she wasn’t the only one who was getting suggestions about expanding the family.

It made sense, everyone had been talking to Jude about the idea as the wedding had gotten closer. Oriana had been completely starry eyed ever since Taryn’s firstborn, Rosemary, had graced them with her presence. In fact, their stepmother had barely batted an eyelash at Jude’s worries when she’d fallen pregnant during college, she was far too excited at the idea of another grand baby. Madoc had gotten past the shock and the disdain for Cardan enough to be hounding them for a grandson. Taryn thought having cousins the same age made for perfect best friends. It was a mess.

Sure, Nicasia being pregnant had bought them a little respite, but she could go into labor literally any minute, so there went that.

Jude rolled her eyes and began loudly making her way down the stairs again, giving her husband fair warning this time as she walked through the living room and towards the kitchen.

“Hold on, here she comes,” he whispered, low enough that he likely thought she couldn’t hear. Then, she hit the kitchen door with her mobile blanket fort and he spun around with a: “hey Hot Mama!”

“Stop calling me that, you dork,” she made a face, instantly regretting her decision not to sneak up and scare him.

He’s stood there by the stove, wearing nothing but his low-slung flannel pajama pants and grinning at her like an idiot as he leaned back against the counter. She refused to let her sneer fall, only growing more annoyed at how he could walk around half naked in such a freezing house.

“Huh?” He must’ve forgotten he was talking to Nicasia because he seemed surprised when she began speaking on the other end of the phone. “Oh, yeah, Jude’s finally awake. Y’know I kept her up last night, heyo.”

Jude let out a disgusted groan and he just started to laugh, giving her an exaggerated wink and thrusting his hips forward in a way that absolutely did not put butterflies in her stomach, thank you very much.

He tilted his head, listening to Nicasia for a moment before finally giving up. “Here I’ll put her on speaker.”

“Hey Nic!” Jude smiled, finally dropping her pretenses and walking over to give Cardan a big, blankety hug and morning kiss. “How did Faye do last night?”

“She was great! Didn’t get up until about seven this morning. Of course the little man already had me up, fuckin’ kid always sitting on my bladder,” Nicasia griped through the phone and Jude snorted. “I don’t know how you and Taryn both did this it sucks.”

“Yeah, but the payoff is really cute,” she shrugged, leaning her head against Cardan’s collarbone. “Especially when they have your nose or your eyes or they start saying how much they love their Mommy.”

“Is Rosemary ready for baby?” Cardan asked as he wrapped his arm around his blanket bundle of a wife.

“You know how she gets, she’s super attached to her moms. Well have to see once Taryn and I actually bring him home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be a great big sister, she’s always been wonderful to Faye,” Jude offered, smiling as her husband pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “She was very sweet when Faye was a baby.”

“She was three then. Seven-year-olds have much bigger personalities.” Nicasia sounded exhausted, more exhausted than a normal pregnant person would be and Jude worried at her lip.

While they hadn’t always been the closest, she and Nicasia had grown into a really solid friendship ever since the other woman had begun dating Jude’s sister, and she didn’t like to see her struggling. Nic had been a huge help in Jude’s own life and relationship, she’d been an amazing friend to Cardan, she didn’t deserve anything but the best, happiest transition to a family of four.

“Well she takes after her mother.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Jackass?” Nicasia laughed at Cardan, her voice sounding like the tension broke a little.

Jude opened her mouth to give some word of advice or make some statement about how sure she was that it would be ok, but got cut off by the sound of commotion on the other end of the phone.

“What? Oh, yes Faerie-Faye it’s Mommy and Daddy,” Nic said, sounding far away from the phone. “Of course you can darling, here you go.”

Jude’s heart swelled and tears unexpectedly pricked at the back of her eyes as their daughter fumbled with the phone. She felt guilty, having forgotten for a moment that they were on their honeymoon without Faye. It was their first trip alone since her birth, and they’d both been on pins and needles when they’d said goodbye to her at the reception hall last night.

“Mommy?” Faye’s voice, tiny and soft like the twinkling of a wind chime, came through the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey little elf! How are you? Mommy misses you so much,” she gushed, reaching out and taking the phone from her husband in a mindless attempt to feel physically closer to her daughter. “Have you been good for Aunty Taryn and Aunt Nicky?”

Jude listened attentively as her four-year-old prattled on about everything she’d done since she left the reception hall with her aunts and cousin last night. To hear her tell it, Faye had had a great time. While it made her happy, Jude also found herself a little sad at the idea that her baby girl was doing so well without mom.

“And Daddy, Aunt Nicky let me touch her tummy when baby cousin kicked!”

“Were you gentle, Princess?” Cardan asked. He always called their daughter Princess, had since the first moment he’d held her in his arms. “Remember what we’ve said about soft hands.”

“Yes Daddy I used soft hands and nice words!”

“That’s my girl,” he said, that proud grin he always got whenever Faye listened to them plastering itself across his face.

The phone fell away and they heard some distant talking before their daughter was back on.

“Ok Mommy and Daddy, Rosemary is awake and we’re playing Rome. I love you, bye-bye!”

And she was gone before either of them could say another word, likely dropping her Aunt’s phone on the floor, if history could serve as a teacher. Jude tried not to let it hurt too much, she knew how seriously Faye took Rome—her word for the pretend gladiator-style tournaments her and her cousin put on. On any other day she’d be slightly smug at how well her kid swung a sword, but today she was away from her daughter and it really sucked.

“Sorry about that, I’ll make sure she stays on longer tonight,” Nicasia promised before either of them said anything. “But you know gladiator is a serious time in our house.”

“Oh to be sure. My wife is raising a little killer.”

“Looks like it runs in the family,” she laughed back. “Listen I’ll let you to go do gross honeymoon shit. Love you both, I’ll let you know if baby boy makes an early appearance.”

“Love you too, tell Faye we love her,” Cardan said, taking his phone back when she ended the call.

And, just that quickly, the little cabin in the snow-laden forest was silent again. Jude in her mountain of covers looked up at her new husband, her pout from earlier back as she tried not to cry.

“Awe, don’t do that to me Mama Bear; you know she misses you,” he frowned, pulling her close and kissing her temple.

“She’s my baby Cardan,” Jude whined, her voice muffled against his chest. “When did Rome become more important than Mommy?”

He scoffed, gathering her and her extra padding and setting the whole pile atop the kitchen island. “Rome is not more important than Mommy, you know that.”

“Rome sure sounded more important than Mommy.”

He turned his back with a roll of his eyes, reaching for the coffee that he must’ve been brewing before she woke up. She stopped her pouting long enough to take in the sight: Cardan’s messy black hair, his low-slung pants, the blatantly obvious fingernail marks carved up his back from last night. It was certainly a sight for sore eyes; it’s not every day you can wake up to something like that when you’ve got a toddler in tow.

“When you’re done ogling, would you like a cup?” He looked over his shoulder quickly, catching her in the act. His eyes twinkled so bright and full of mischief she didn’t even feel bad about being caught, she just smirked at him as she nodded.

Jude looked outside and saw that the heavy grey clouds had given up the fight and large, fluffy snowflakes were falling, bathing the world in yet another layer of snow.

“I hope Nic doesn’t go into labor early, we may be stuck here if the snow doesn’t stop,” she observed, suddenly quiet as she took the cup from his outstretched hand and brought it to her face, soaking in the warmth.

Cardan followed her gaze as he leaned back against his own counter, sipping from her Mrs mug that Liliver had gotten her as a joke. He looked pleasantly tired, not wired like he’d been after an all nighter in college or exhausted the way he was when Faye’d had a bad night as an infant. He looked like he was fit to curl up in bed with a book and be lazy all day, content with his place in the world.

It was a good look on him.

“She told me earlier that her doctor said she was only at 1.5 centimeters, she should make it to her due date.”

“I didn’t.”

“Well you were full of surprises with Faye’s pregnancy,” he mock-glared at her and she chuckled into her drink, remembering the look on his face when she’d told him her water had broken in her final.

Then his words hit her and her smile fell as she remembered what she’d overheard him saying to Nicasia. Cardan, well tuned in to her body language after so many years, noticed instantly.

“What?”

What good is spying if you narc on yourself?

She sighed and stared into her mug, trying to figure out the words as he watched her, worried something was wrong. Then, finally, “I overheard you talking with Nic about my pregnancy with Faye.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Just the end, you talking about how tough it was, how you didn’t want to pressure me,” she admitted, continuing before he could respond. “I don’t want you to think you’re pressuring me I know we’ve talked about it and I—“

“Woah, woah, woah, calm it down Hot Mama let me explain,” he cut her off, taking her cup from her hands and setting it down in the counter so he could hold her. “That conversation wasn’t about the pregnancy, just the timing.”

“What?”

He sighed, his jaw working like it always does when he’s a little frustrated. “Nic called right after I got a text from my brother. I should’ve talked to you first but the timing just worked out weird.”

“From Balekin?” She crinkled her nose in a frown that she knew he found adorable. “What could he possibly want? He knows he literally missed our wedding, right? The wedding that was yesterday.”

She cursed herself internally as she saw his little wince. She shouldn’t have said it so harshly, it just pissed her off that the man who raised her husband would refuse to be there when they got married.

“No, from Dain,” Cardan said, stopping her thoughts right in their track. “It’s about the company. Rhyia is apparently sick of being CFO, wants a peace of the trust fund baby action like me.”

She couldn’t help but grind her teeth at that, remembering that glorious fight all those years ago at his family’s mansion when he’d announced their pregnancy.

“So what do you have to do with it?”

“Dain wants to keep it in the family,” he chewed at his bottom lip. “Remembers I was in for business and you were in for finance. Thinks we could make a go of it together.”

“Oh so now you’re family,” she laughed angrily, her blood already boiling again after four years of avoiding the subject. “You weren’t family when you were a defenseless kid and you weren’t family when we were pregnant and fucking panicking but now he needs something—“

She broke off with a huff, flexing her fists and aching for her punching bag back home in their basement. It really wouldn’t do getting this riled up, it hadn’t helped them before and it wouldn’t help them now.

“Cool it, Supervillain, I see that look in your eyes,” he chuckled, forcing his hands under the blankets so he could grab her by the hips.

“I’m not a supervillain,” she grumbled.

“You’re my supervillain,” he cooed back, leaning forward to press soft little butterfly kisses to her jawline. “My sexy little supervillain Hot Mama.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

She decided not to answer as he continued kissing down the line of her throat, his breath hot over her pulse and his lips soft against her chapped skin.

Jude couldn’t help the way she tilted her chin up, the little grin that graced her face as her eyes fluttered closed. She missed moments like these, times when they could be overly affectionate without having to worry about the baby seeing and yelling about how gross it was.

He pulled away and her eyes shot back open, ready to complain until she saw the look on his face. He was troubled, almost apprehensive.

“I was honestly thinking about agreeing,” he admitted before she could ask what was wrong.

Her brain short circuited for a moment, too distracted by his kisses to remember what they had been talking about. When she finally connected the dots, she frowned. “But you bought out of the company years ago, babe. Why go back to the headache?”

“A higher paying job,” he sighed, stepping away to run his hands through his messy hair and lean against the counter again. “I don’t like the idea of charging your sister more for my help, but I still want to make sure we have a secure future.”

“Baby, I know our finances. We are fine.” She took a sip of her coffee. “Even without my paycheck.”

“Still, I’d rather be safe. Plus Faye will be going to school next year and I’ll have all that extra time on my hands,” he looked away from her, chewing at the inside of his lip as he watched the snow fall. “We’d be able to really change how we live if we took this job. A better house, vacations, secure college fund for the kids.”

Jude studied Cardan, her eyes roving over his midnight black curls, down his ears—which used to be stretched—across the tattoo of her and Faye’s birthdates at his wrist, and she smiled. He’d changed so much since they first met, given up a lot of his more daring, self-destructive ways to provide for her and their family. He’d stepped up when she needed him to, he’d stepped up in a way that no man in his family ever did for him. She was proud.

“I thought kids is what you’d been discussing with Nic.”

His eyes shot back to her, but his head didn’t turn. She was quiet, almost nervous as she said it. They’d talked about maybe one day having more kids, mentioned it the same way one might say they wanted to hike the Appalachian trail some day.

But it had been so scary with Faye, so hard figuring out how to become parents, how to maintain their relationship and build a home, all while they were just barely adults. The pregnancy had been tough and full of shock, the family had been kind of a mess on both sides. It was just a disaster from the word go.

Still, Jude remembered how Cardan looked when he first saw that positive pregnancy test all those years ago. She remembered how he used to love waking up at night to feed the baby, called it his special Daddy-Daughter Time. She saw the way he still held one of Faye’s sonograms in his wallet every time she took her birth control.

“Did you now?” Cardan barely sounded like he was breathing.

She nodded. “I heard Nicasia giving you the same guilt trip Taryn gives me about cousins.”

“They do seem to think that baby boy should have a friend.” His face didn’t give anything away. He was, for the first time in years, so carefully blank around her.

“What do you think?”

The air, still frigid enough to keep Jude wrapped up in her nest, seemed charged with electricity as Cardan finally turned his head back to face his wife. If she’d gazed upon him with an untrained eye, she would’ve thought he looked like the picture of cruelty, an evil sneer pulling at his lips as he studied her through lidded eyes.

But Jude’s gaze wasn’t untrained, she knew her husband. And, so, she knew that the man in front of her was absolutely terrified as he said: “I think there might be some merit to the idea.”

He took a long sip of his coffee to hide his smile as Jude worried at her deformed ring finger.

“You?”

Well, here goes nothing

“I was thinking about stopping my birth control,” she quietly said, trying not to let her heart leap at the slight quirk of his brows. “Maybe not actively trying but, y’know, also not actively preventing.”

As soon as the words were out, she felt kind of panicked. Up until that point, everything they’d done—moving in after they got pregnant, getting engaged, marrying—had felt kind of inevitable. But having a second baby wasn’t necessarily a foregone conclusion. Talking about it felt nerve-wracking, like they were actually moving to make their family a reality.

“You want a kid with me?” Cardan sounded kind of awed, his jaw a little slack as he watched her.

“I have a kid with you, babe.”

“No,” he held a hand up. “No it was different with Faye. She wasn’t planned, she just happened and we figured out how to make it work.”

He set his drink down and once again crossed the distance between them, digging in to her cocoon as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Faye with all my heart, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” he continued. “But the idea that you’d be more than ok with, that you’d literally want a child with me—“

“Does it shock you?”

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head as if to clear it before gazing up at her with love in his eyes. “Yes, Jude Greenbriar. Yes it does.”

“Well it shouldn’t,” she snorted. “I carried a little you once before and she turned out pretty damn cute.”

“I think I’m going to need to hear you actually say it.”

She laughed, her head thrown back as the sound filled the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around Cardan and kissed his temple, holding him close and thanking the gods that they’d made it to that point.

“You need to hear me say what?” Jude teased, her grin contagious as Cardan looked up at her.

“Jude, my darling my dear, my sexy little Hot Mama,” he started, dutifully ignoring how she dramatically protested at the nickname, “I need to hear you say that you want to have my child.”

Jude leaned forward, taking in the soft, earthy scent of him with a mischievous smile.

“Cardan, my love my sweet, my amazing sexy husband,” she imitated him, tilting her head to drag her teeth across his jaw.

He leaned back, giving her the room to slide off the kitchen counter and into his arms. The blankets fell off her shoulders, exposing her to the cool air as she pressed herself against him, already feeling just how desperately he wanted her.

She let her hands wander the expanse of his chest, her fingers ghosting over his skin until she could reach around to the nail marks on his back. With a smile, she traced them, remembering how he’d earned those scrapes when he spread her legs open on the floor last night after they’d given up on making it to the couch.

Cardan grabbed her by the hip, sliding one of his knees between her thighs and locking his eyes with hers as he waited with bated breath for her to finish.

Jude, not one to deny herself a good time, let the strap of her pajama shirt fall off her shoulder as she bit her bottom lip, leaned forward, and whispered--

“Put a baby in me.”

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A/N: Ok so a few things, one the tumblr app wouldn’t let me copy and paste all the story on mobile so I had to retype some online so I’m sorry if the format fucked up. Also I have a bunch of ideas for these kids so if you want to see any more of this AU, feel free to send in requests! Happy holidays @clockworkgraystairs , I hope you enjoy cute Parent!Jurdan doing cute adult shit!

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[markonasurface]

things you said i wouldn’t understand

things you said but not out loud

Thea stared down at Neil. He looked confused but stepped aside to let her pass.

“He’s sleeping,” Nicky called over his shoulder.

She walked down the short hallway and let herself into their room. Nicky was wrong. Kevin sat precariously on the window, long legs dangling outside. He didn’t turn around.

“You gonna jump?” she asked and she had to grab his arm to make sure he didn’t actually fall out. There was a loud shattering noise that let her know her idiot boyfriend was indeed sitting on the edge of a top story window, drinking.

Kevin turned and slipped back into the room with surprising coordination. His eyes passed over her as he crossed to the dresser on the other side of the room and grabbed a half full bottle of - “Are you drinking vodka? At ten-thirty am on a Monday?”

He raised the bottle to his lips and took in a mouthful. He grimaced slightly, then leaned back against the dresser. “I didn’t know you were coming,” he told her with overcareful pronunciation. “When did you get in?”

“An hour ago. Wymack picked me up.”

Kevin drank again. She waited for him to say something. He drank again.

“It’s ten-thirty in the morning, Kevin.”

“You’ve already said,” he answered and drank yet again, pointedly this time.

This was a mistake, she thought but didn’t say. Instead, she turned and walked out.

Neil leaned against the doorframe ten minutes later and asked, “Is Thea okay?” Before Kevin could ask what he was talking about, he said, “She was pulled from the lineup 30 minutes before her game last night.”

Kevin shrugged and waited for Neil to leave before digging in his pocket for his phone. He had to plug it in and wait for it to get a decent enough charge for him to turn it on. He called his girlfriend but it went straight to voicemail.

He grabbed his computer and pulled up an internet browser, typing in her name. He read a few headlines.

Theodora Muldani Missing From Friday Night Lineup

Why Thea Didn’t Play

Muldani Missing in Siren’s Lineup, Food Poisoning to Blame?

Kevin tried calling her again but was once again sent to voicemail.

“Hey,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “I’m sorry about this morning. I just heard about last night though. Are you okay? Call me back.”

.

Kevin caught the ball and hurled it toward Jack. Jack missed it and Kevin immediately positioned himself in front of Dan’s path to steal it back. He ignored Jack’s shout of, “I’m open!” and fired at the goal from halfway down the court.

Renee missed it by half a centimeter.

Wymack called for a break.

One of the other freshmen complained about how many balls Jack missed this scrimmage. Jack took off his helmet and said, “We’re only three points down. I’m playing better than you.”

“And yet, Kevin is five shots in this morning and outplaying both of you so that’s not really saying much, is it?”

As he walked off the court, Wymack called his name. Kevin rubbed his forehead on his shirt sleeve and walked toward his father.

“Andrew’s just talking shit,” he said. “I haven’t had anything to drink this morning.” His pounding head was a constant reminder.

Wymack looked a little skeptical but said, “Great. If you’re sober, you can go pick up Thea from the airport.” He held out keys and Kevin stared at them.

“She didn’t tell me she was coming,” he said before he could stop himself.

“Twice in one month?” Nicky raised his eyebrows but kept walking.

“She said she’s texted and called you.”

Kevin went to change. After puking, showering, puking in the shower, dressing, taking a handful of ibuprofen, and downing a bottle of water, he left for the airport. Thea was waiting out front by the time he got there.

“Hey,” she said, leaning across and kissing him.

He held her hand as they drove back toward campus. “How long are you staying?”

“I’m going back in the morning,” she answered, her voice was soft. He shot her a look but she was staring out the window.

Thea was not a soft person.

“Are you just here to check on me or …?”

“Yeah,” she said. “You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts so I just needed to come see you.”

“Sorry,” he said. “My phone is dead and I just haven’t gotten around to charging  -”

“You look like shit.”

He gave her an amused sort of grimace.

.

They got to Fox Tower a little after three. As soon as she closed the door behind her, she grabbed his hand, forcing him to turn back to her. He closed the space between them and she leaned back into the door.

He looked into her eyes, then she watched as his eyes moved to her lips, then the tip of one of her Dutch braids that he was twisting between his thumb and pointer finger. When he looked into her eyes again, she pulled him in.

His hand moved to her hip, then slowly down her thigh as he quickly deepened their kiss. His body pressed hers into the door. His fingertips trailed under her dress and she lifted her leg so her knee was pressing into his hip.

.

He opened his mouth, breathing hard, hands still gripping the back of her thighs. He lifted her higher for a brief moment before letting her slide her feet back to the floor.

We need to talk, she meant to say.

"Again,” she told him instead, shoulder throbbing from where he’d just bitten her. She kissed him and guided him backwards until they reached the bedroom.

.

When he opened his eyes, Thea was staring at him. He closed his eyes again and breathed deeply. He kissed her shoulder where a bruise was forming and asked, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” she answered, sounding distracted.

His arm was over her waist and he pulled her closer so their chests were pressed together. He moved to kiss her jaw and she wanted to say again but she forced herself to say, “We need to talk.”

Kevin pulled away, looking displeased. Talking was his least favorite thing to do these days, mostly because whenever someone talked to him, they wanted to discuss his “drinking problem.”

So he was surprised when the next words out of her mouth were, “I’m pregnant.”

Only then did he realize neither of them had thought to use a condom today, though it was probably deliberate on her part because she already knew they didn’t need one. Kevin had been careless.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he sat up. “Pregnant? We haven’t since -”

“Riko’s funeral,” she reminded him, sitting up, too. “This baby was probably conceived in the same bed you lost your virginity to - what was her name? Lauren? Liv?”

Her tone was cold. Thea was trying to rile him. He didn’t bother correcting her.

“Maybe we should have that bed shipped to us -”

He tuned her out, trying to do the math in his head. Riko had died in April. His funeral was held in May. She was still talking but he asked, “What are you, seven, eight weeks along?”

“Something like that.”

“Have you been to a doctor? Does your team doctor know?”

“Of course not,” she hissed, looking offended.

Kevin considered the information he had. “Are you going to keep it?”

Immediately he knew he had said the wrong thing. Thea turned. “Am I going to keep it?”

“That’s not what I meant -”

“I’m the woman so of course it falls on me, right? I shouldn’t have told you.”

He grabbed her arm to stop her from climbing out of his bed. “Thea, that’s not what I meant. I-I-I -” His head was spinning. He felt himself start to shake. He needed a drink.

Thea pulled her arm out of his grasp and pulled the sheet higher. “I just told you I’m pregnant and you’re thinking about your next drink.”

He wanted to refute it but he didn’t want to be a liar.

“I’ve been patient,” she said, a tear slipping down her cheek. “After everything you’ve been through and not being able to tell anyone for so long. I’ve tried to be supportive even as you destroy yourself and try to push everyone away.

“I thought when I told you I was looking for an answer from you, a-a-a declaration, a promise?” She shook her head. “Now I know I should’ve taken care of this myself and left you out of it completely.”

He offered his hand but she didn’t take it. He shook his head at it. “Thea, I’ll promise you anything you want if you want this baby,” he said. When she looked away he huffed a short laugh. “That’s what I thought.”

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t know how much harder women have to work. I train twice as much as the men on my team because if I don’t, coaches will think I’m not dedicated enough. I stop 73 percent more attempts at the quarter line than Thompson and he still gets paid twice as much as I do.”

Kevin never dared to interrupt Thea when she was making a point.

“I can’t risk throwing away my career in the hopes that you’ll stop drinking and you’ll be there for us.” A tear fell down her cheek. “Even if it upsets my parents or you, I don’t think I can have this baby.”

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and shook his head. He wanted to tell her she had nothing to worry about, but he knew everything she was saying was true. He was a 21 year old alcoholic with so many traumas he hadn’t even tried to start processing. Even without his issues, he would never ask her to give up Exy.

Thea climbed down the ladder and pulled her dress over her head. When she opened the bedroom door voices carried in.

“No one wants you in this apartment,” Nicky said.

“I just wanted to see if Kevin wants to run some drills tonight,” came Jack’s voice. “Oh.”

Kevin opened his mouth but Thea walked out.

“Thea! Nice to see you -”

She pushed past Nicky and snatched her bra from Jack’s outstretched hand. She stooped to pick up her panties and Wymack’s car keys, slipped on her shoes and left.

She sat in the car for awhile, trying to stop crying.

.

Four weeks later

When she left practice, she was surprised to see Kevin leaning against her car. She heard some of her teammates whispering. Even in the pros Kevin Day was a big deal.

He straightened as she came near. She stopped in from of him, a hand on her hip.

She expected him to ask her if they could talk. Instead, he reached out and took her hand, eyes never leaving hers. Her eyes narrowed slightly but then she realized there was something in the hand he had taken hers with.

Slowly, she opened her hand so she could see what was there. On her palm was a round, red chip. She looked back at him, eyes slightly rounder and wet.

She moved her duffle bag around to her front and opened the side pocket. She removed the envelope and held it out to Kevin.

His eyebrows furrowed and she saw his fingers trembling a little as he opened it. He took out the photo, stared, the crease in his forehead getting deeper. She saw the moment it registered as he glanced back up at her face, a question in his eyes. She nodded.

When he grabbed her hand again, Thea felt the tears falling down her cheeks. He pulled her to him, his other hand coming around to cup the back of her head as he pressed his lips firmly to hers.

She heard some wolf-whistles as she fisted the front of his jacket in her hands, a mixture of relief and nerves fluttering around in her chest.

They pulled apart only for Kevin to pull her back in again. They would have to talk but for now the red chip said everything she need to hear.

#aftg #tfc #kevin x thea #tfc fic #Things You Said

[angelic-holland]

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy // th x male!reader

Summary: Tom and you go on a real date, and Tom proves once again why you love him as much as you do. 

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: very mild homophobia, fluffy fluff

Request:  Hey can you do a th fic based on the song good old fashioned lover boy by Queen?

A/N: *** with italics indicate a flashback!

The upbeat music background of your otherwise silent flat districted you as Tom places his hands on your shoulders, feet fumbling as he steps backwards.

“No, wait this is a side step!” You laugh, hands warm on his hips.

“It's all so confusing having to be the other one. I can do it just fine if I’m in the lead,” he groans, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah but the last time you tried to dip me you dropped me.”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Tom blushes, nose nuzzling into your neck.

You hum as the music starts over.

“Why are we learning how to tango again?”

“Because! I read somewhere it’s like a fun date activity or whatever,” Tom mumbles, kissing your Adam’s apple before kissing his way up to your lips.

“And I wanna,” kiss, “take you,” kiss, “on a real date.”

“Hmm?” You hum against his lips, eyes widening at the realization of the meaning behind his words.

“But you uh, we, what?”

“It can be like how I told my family we’re dating.”

“I dunno if we want a repeat of what your dad did.”

Tom groans, hands slipping down your shoulders to cover your own hands, still gently resting on his hips.

“He came around though.”

“If that’s how the world will react at first…” you start, remembering Dom Holland’s reaction to Tom bringing you home with him the first time. Well the first time in an official capacity. 

You and Tom were friends for ages before he finally made a move, although that move was a little awkward and funny, it still made your heart beat faster to this day. 

***

“I uh, I like you,” Tom mumbles as you sit on the couch of him and Harrison’s apartment. Exhausted after the housewarming party they threw. You were both a little tipsy, his hand was resting on your own in the space between your bodies.

“Well you’re one of my best friends, I hope that you like me.”

“No, no, no,” Tom says, waving his other hand, shaking off his nerves at the same time.

“You’re not one of my best friends?”

“No, I don’t, I don’t like you like that.”

Fuck.

You figured he was going to tell you he was uncomfortable with the fact that you’re gay, that he didn’t want to be as close as you felt you were with a man who liked other men.

He noticed the visible change in your face and body, shoulders dropping, lips downturned into a frown as you struggled to understand. He’s known you for so long, he’s known who you are for so long as well, what changed?

“I like you in the way that I wanna buy you flowers and take you dancing and to a fancy restaurant and I dunno if I’m just a little drunk but I like you in the way that I wanna kiss you? Like all the time? You know the feeling?”

What.

Your heart jumped out of your chest as you nodded, “I do, I definitely know the feeling.”

“Is that uh, is that something you might feel too? For me?” 

You were shocked, not only because you never thought Tom would like men, but also because he was nervous, stumbling over his words, body shaking with anxiety and fear. He was never like this, usually very smooth and collected. 

“Yes silly,” you laugh, and you can see the tension drain from his body, slumping back on the couch, goofy smile on his face, hand squeezing your own.

***

You were visibly nervous about going to the Holland house for dinner, you just moved into Tom’s apartment, his fans made no speculation of anything even though it was a two bedroom and Harrison occupied the other room. You weren’t sure if they knew it was a two bedroom, you didn’t want to snoop and find out. 

That same day you went to his house for dinner. You’ve been there plenty times but just as a friend. And tonight was the night he would introduce you as his boyfriend. At first you told him he should wait, come out in an official capacity to his parents before bringing you over.

“If Sam and Harry get to waltz into the house one day and say ‘this is my girlfriend’ then I should get to do the same with you.”

So you nodded, dressed up nice in a suit jacket and dress pants. He told you not to wear a tie but as you sat down and he threaded his fingers with your own you felt underdressed.

“Mom, dad, Y/N is my boyfriend,” Tom says proudly, hand squeezing yours as it shakes below the table.

Dom’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, you saw his hand squeeze into a fist and you wanted to run but Tom held your hand, steadying you and keeping you right where you were.

His brothers were snickering, they’ve known since you went on your first “date”, he made them all cook with him at his place, setting the table up real fancy before you arrived. 

“I’m so happy for you Tom;” Nicki gushed, “you know, I've always had sort of an inkling, I mean you two look at each other like you're the only people in the whole world but I never guessed either of you made a move.”

Dom’s silent and you’re watching him from the corner of your eye, scared of his reaction.

“Okay,” was all he said. About the subject and during the entire dinner.

Afterwards Nicki invited you to stay for a movie with the group, Tom eagerly accepted, excited to be with you and his family, excited that they seemed to accept the both of you.

You sat next to Tom on the couch, normally you’d sling your arm over his shoulder or he’d lay his head on your lap, preferring to be as close to you as possible. You figured this wasn’t the time, especially with the way Dom kept looking at you, with some sort of unspoken anger.

***

“And now he’s even got a rainbow flag on his desk,” Tom laughs as you spin him, “I don’t think that’s part of the tango.”

“Nah, I just love seeing you spin in my arms,” you grin, excited at the prospect of holding hands in public, doing mundane things like grocery shopping together with your hands intertwined.

“Wanna practice the dip?” He asks, hands resting on your biceps.

“Let’s do it,” you smile, grip tightening on his waist as he leans back, foot and leg pressed against yours, you lower him back, his eyes wide and staring at you the whole time as you bring him back up, placing a quick kiss on his lips, “now that is how you dip someone and not drop them.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down will you?”

“Probably not,” you chuckle, “we could always practice you dipping me, as long as you promise not to let go.”

“Never,” He says, nose nuzzling your own, eyes crinkling as he grins. 

“I wanna,” you mumble before kissing him.

“Wanna what?” 

“Go on a real date. Like you said, uh, I guess I don’t care what other people have to say, I just know that I love you and we’re together and people will have to get used to it.”

“Let’s go tonight.”

“Tonight?!” You say, pulling away slightly.

“Yeah, I think I can get us a reservation somewhere.”

“It’s 5pm now.”

“I can work some magic.”

“Wow you are so cocky.”

“Yeah but you love it.”

“I do,” you sigh.

The first time Tom ever told you he loved you he was drunk. You figured it was a pattern, his heart seemed to open up and he was incredibly honest, telling people anything and everything he wanted to say. 

***

“Guess what?” He says, wriggling on your lap, you just got back from a party, he was drunk and you were slightly tipsy. You decided to watch a movie to sober up a little before you went to bed. He insisted that he wasn’t tired even yet so you wanted to kill time. 

“What?” You ask, hands running up and down his sides. 

You expect him to laugh and say chicken butt or something.

You didn’t expect for him to fully maneuver himself so he was facing you, sighing happily he stroked your cheek with his thumb and you smiled, eyes slipping shut.

“I love you ya know?” He mumbles, a tired whisper.

“You’re only saying it cause you’re drunk.”

“Am not, love you, love you, love you.”

“Tell me the same thing when you’re not drunk,” you whisper, kissing his nose.

You fall asleep with his head against your chest, he’s mumbling in his sleep, incoherent words and sentences as your eyelids fall heavy.

“I love you too.”

The next morning you wake up to Tom groaning next to you, sitting up you rub your temples, the hangover headache hitting both of you.

You’re about to get out of bed and grab water and medication when his bony fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you.

“I love you, I think I said it last night, but I wanted to say it when I’m not drunk. Because I mean it and oh fuck-,” Tom grunts, racing out of bed and to the bathroom. You hear him kneel at the toilet and you race to follow him, making sure he’s okay.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay,” you whisper, kneeling beside him and rubbing his back as he pukes.

You help him clean up and get some water, sitting down on the couch and pulling the blanket over the two of you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“This wasn’t, I didn’t puke because of, I puked because I was hungover.”

“I figured as much,” you laugh, kissing the top of his unruly hair.

“I love you.”

“Love you too lover boy.” 

***

“Here, you get ready, I’ll call a few places,” Tom says, tugging you back to your bedroom as he pulled out his phone.

You decided to shower, giving him time to make a few calls, you were doubtful he’d find anywhere that had reservations available on such short notice.

As you showered you couldn’t help but think about how you didn’t care if you went to a fancy restaurant, you didn’t care if you went to a crowded coffee shop and just held hands. You just wanted to be his and him to be yours, for the whole goddamn world to see.

As you got out of the shower you heard him talk excitedly on the phone and you couldn’t help but smile, drying off your hair before wrapping the towel around your waist.

“Guess what I did!” He says in a singsong voice, almost jumping onto your back and he stood on his tiptoes and kissed your neck.

“What?” you giggle as his hair tickles the side of your face.

“Got us a table at a super fancy restaurant, they only had a spot at 9, but I figure that gives us enough time to get ready and drive there, with the traffic and all.” “Where are we going?”  You ask as he bounces over to the closet, pulling out clothes.

“The Ritz,” He says, “I’ll shower and then we can maybe, I dunno, get some real food before going? Pizza?”

You can’t help but laugh, Tom wants to take you on a super romantic date, the first you’ve been on in nearly a year and a half of dating, a real date, but he wanted to get pizza first. It was all so Tom, and you loved it. 

You dry off as Tom showers and you smile as he sings loudly over the sound of the water falling. 

He didn’t have a bad voice, that made one of you, you couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but he would always smile and hold you tighter when you sang along to songs with him, dancing around the apartment when Harrison was gone. Sometimes Tom would bring flowers for the kitchen table when he was gone for a while, hooking his bluetooth up to the speaker and blasting Marvin Gaye as you would spin him in your arms, never in a hurry to kiss or to be that kind of close because there was plenty of time for that, later that night and long into the future. You loved holding him close to you, dancing like you imagined you could in a club or a wedding.

You put on a nice suit, getting a dark blue tie, one of Tom’s favorite colors. You tapped your fingers nervously against your leg, opening your Instagram. You wondered if just for tonight you should make your Instagram private. Just for the night, or until the crazy hype about you and Tom dies down. 

You lay down on the bed, careful not to get your suit super wrinkled and you scroll through Instagram, thinking of what it might be like if Tom and you went public. He was a total cheeseball and a huge romancer, so you guessed he’d want to post about you, at least every once and awhile. Maybe a romantic happy birthday message.

You put your phone down and fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Tom asks, leaning against the door in his towel. His eyes glance from your bracelet to his own, something he got you as a one year anniversary present. Yours had his birthstone on it, on his, your own birthstone.

They were simple silver chains, inconspicuous, a reminder to you and Tom of your relationship, without sharing it with the world.

All that would change tonight.

“Should I be afraid? Of your fans?” You sigh as you sit up, fingers still fiddling with the bracelet as Tom gets changed. 

You were hoping he would laugh, try to ease the fear in your head as the blur of homophobic comments that you knew you would come across raced through your mind with his deep laughter. 

“I think I should be more afraid of them, but I don’t care, as long as you’re standing by my side.”

“That’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever said.”

“Now come on, let’s go get pizza,” he says, straightening out his tie as he slipped his shoes on.

“You know how ridiculous we will look getting pizza in tuxes?”

“I don’t care,” he laughs, pulling you up by your hand, “just wanna be with you.”

“Well you are with me,” you tease, hand slipping into his own as you make your way out of the room and your flat. Tom grabs his wallet from the counter and hands you the keys to your car. 

“The pizza place down the road okay? I’ll call ahead,” he says, hand slipping out of your own as you exit the flat. It was second nature for the two of you, close and cuddly in private, just friends in public. 

It was 2019, yes, but celebrities were held to a higher standard than the rest of the world. They were put under a microscope so the entire world could see them squirm. And you didn’t want to put Tom through that.

“Wait, Tom, I uh, are you sure?” You pause as he locks the door.

“I, I mean, yeah, I don’t wanna hide it, hide us, I mean, as long as you want to,” his voice falters, afraid you don’t want to go public.

“I do, oh god Tom, I really do, so, uh, let’s do it.”

“Besides, our love deserves more than dancing in our living room and our dates in our kitchen. Our love deserves the entire fucking world.”

“Jesus Tom you’re gonna make me a sap.” “That’s the plan love.”

**

You end up sitting in traffic on your way to the hotel, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on Tom’s leg in the passenger seat as he feeds you a bite of the pizza.

“Dude this is so fucking good, I’ve missed this place,” You sigh as he tosses the box into the backseat.

“I can guarantee this’ll be better than whatever fancy food is at the Ritz,” He sighs as you pull up to the valet.

“Then what are we even doing here silly?” “Gotta show the world my beautiful boyfriend.”

“Dork,” you laugh and he sticks his tongue out as you park, leaving the keys in the ignition. You race to the other side of the car and open his door. 

Nobody knew who you were, you and Tom were just well dressed regular people going out for dinner. You sharply inhaled as his fingers laced in your own walking up to the Ritz. 

“Name for the reservation?”

“Holland,” he says, squeezing your hand. 

You two are seated quickly and you smooth down your tie, fiddling with the table cloth.

“You look really handsome,” he says, blushing slightly. 

You two talk and talk and the night moves slowly but all too quickly at the same time. You don’t notice the people looking at you, catching on to who Tom was.

The only people in the entire world were the two of you, and you were content.

“I know we don’t really drink wine but uh, do you want to order some?” He asks, eyes scanning the menu.

“I know quite literally nothing about wine.”

“That’s okay,” He says, eyes slipping shut and finger running down the menu.

“What are you doing?” You laugh.

“Just gonna pick whichever one my finger lands on.”

You end up getting a bottle of a quite disgusting choice and neither of you can drink more than a glass without gagging.

“Wanna get outta here? Get some beers?” You ask as they clear away your plates.

“I would want nothing more.”

So they two of you pick up your car from the valet and park it at a nearby bar. His hand fits so nicely in your own, and you walk with a bounce in your step, feeling so free, free to hold your boyfriend’s hand in public, free to kiss his cheek when you slip into a booth at the bar. 

“I think we’re a little dressed up,” you laugh as the beers are placed in front of you.

“Nonsense these are the perfect clothes for a first real date.”

“I’ve had a really good time,” you sigh, thumb rubbing the palm of his hand.

You pick up your beer with the other hand, about to take a swig but Tom’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“What?”

“Let’s toast.”

“To what?” You ask as he picks up his own beer.

“To many more real dates.”

***

The two of you have one beer and sit in the bar for a while, making sure you’re okay to drive yes, but you also just get lost in conversation. No matter how long you’ve known each other, how long you’ve been friends, boyfriends, you managed to always have something to say, always something to talk about. 

“Hi, oh my god, uh, I was wondering if I could get a picture with you, sorry this is inappropriate you’re with a friend-,” a girl stops the two of you as you’re walking hand in hand to your car.

Your eyes watch as she looks between Tom’s face and your intertwined hands.

“you’re with a boyfriend, okay nevermind I’m gonna go now.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, feeling blush rise to your cheeks at the sound of someone else calling you Tom’s boyfriend.

“Yeah let’s get a picture, I’m sure my boyfriend won’t mind,” Tom says, unlacing his fingers with yours before taking a picture with the girl.

“Thank you so much! You two are really cute together, wow okay,” she rambles before walking away.

The second you and Tom get into the car you’re both hunched over and roaring with laughter.

“You think that’s gonna happen a lot?” 

“Yeah but it’ll be worth it.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

When you get back to your flat your phone is blowing up with notifications. You shake your head putting it on night mode. Right here and now it was just you and Tom, the only people that mattered. 

He raised his eyebrow at you while hooking up his phone to Bluetooth.

“Shall we?” He asks, hands resting on your shoulders as he begins to sway to the music.

“I’d want nothing more than to dance the night away with you,” you say, hands holding his waist as your feet move to the song as well.

You smile as he sings along, “I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things. Come on, sing with me.”

So you do, and you don’t feel ridiculous because you messed up the lyrics, because Tom makes you feel like you’re the one who’s got them right. 

“That’s because I’m a good old fashioned lover boy,” Tom finishes as the music fades, “I love you.”

“Love you too lover boy.”

***

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[mistress-to-the-moon]

Sexy

Idris Elba x Reader (OFC Camille)

Song Fic: Sexy by Black Eyed Peas

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Camille knew that the man lying beneath her was not human. Couldn't be, not with the way his hips moved. Swirling and shifting smoothly. How was she supposed to keep the camera steady with him grinding into her like this. 

“Babe you're supposed to be taking a picture. Come on luv. Focus.” The man said to her. His voice was deep and gravelly. 

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered. 

‘Easier said than done’ she thought. Pointing the camera back to him she brought it up and waited for the lens to focus. When it did, she was met by his devilish grin. 

“Cheese.” He chuckled as the device went off. 

“Cheeky man.” She mumbled. Suddenly a thought occurred. Smiling Camille squeezed around his shaft causing him to throw his head back and arch his back. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” He growled out. Quickly as she could the picture was snapped. No sooner was it taken did Camille end up on her back. The camera nearly slipping from her lax grip. Fearfully she cried out to him, 

“Idris! Wait the camera!” She heard it go off again as he pushed her backwards and she landed near the foot of the bed. 

“What did you just say?” He grabbed her jaw in a firm but soft grip, making her look at him and waited for her answer. He knew it was a slip up. The camera was a gift to her from him and she always cherished the things he gave her. She was sweet and caring like that. But good god, did he love the way her body trembled when he used an authoritative voice on her. 

“I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again.” she answered breathlessly. 

“Good girl. Now, finish taking your pictures. Cause once your done...then the fun’ll start yeah?” He said rubbing her sides. With a small nod, Camille brought the camera back up. He started a slow pace, rolling his hips into hers when they met causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. 

“Sir, can you take the pictures this time? I wanna see what you see.” Camille asked glossy eyes meeting his. Moaning Idris bucked his hips into hers roughly twice then stopped altogether. 

“I will spank you, Camille, when I'm done.” He looked her in the eyes and she could tell he was going to make it tough for her to sit the next couple of days. 

“Only then will I take the camera. Now be the good girl you promised you'd be.” He continued lifting it back up to her face. She complied groaning when he set his slow pace again. As she took pictures of his flexing abs, his face as he watched where they were joined she couldn't help the fluttering of her internal walls. She was close, the knot in her stomach tightening with every thrust. 

‘Oh god! I’m going to cum.’ she threw her head back breathing for a few seconds before bringing her head forward again. His chest was her next picture, and when he brought her leg up to his shoulder she knew that this would their favorite.

His deep brown skin shining with sweat and her toned leg on him...the minute she pressed the button to take said picture she came. Hard, long and loud. Body shaking and twitching not noticing him pulling out or moving around. When she finally came down from her high, Camille noticed that she was on her stomach. A moan that would make a pornstar proud passed through her lips when she felt Idris slide back into her. 

“That's it luv. Tell me how much you like it.” He growled into her hair. Breathless, Camille moaned out incoherent words to him. 

“Can't talk eh? Well let's see if a little spanking can help you find your words hmm?” He questioned sitting up. He rubbed her ass softly then lifted his hand bringing it back down hard. 

“Ah!” she squealed. He loved the sounds she made sometimes. Raising his hand Idris did it again, and again, and again. Until her ass was sensitive. 

“Now, who's my good girl?” Idris asked one hand placed on the small of her back the other raised in the air. 

“I am. Me. I'm your good girl.” Camille replied panting wildly. 

“And tell me does it feel good? You like it?” Nodding Camille breathed in deep only to scream or when Idris brought his hand down hard two times. 

“ 'S not an answer luv!” He chided. 

“I'm sorr- yes. Yes it feels so good.” She answered close to tears. 

“And?” He thrusted in and out of her smoothly thanks to the slick dripping from her. 

“I love it Sir. I love it. I do.” By now she was crying. But she didn't want him to stop. Camille wanted him to fuck her. As hard and fast as he liked as long as she could cum. Grabbing her hips, Idris pulled them backwards while pushing his forward. 

“ 'S right, you love when I fuck you like this huh? All you have to do is lay there and take it.” He said pulling and pushing faster and faster listening to her cry out his name, God’s name and a slew of other things. The more he fucked her the tighter she became around him. She was close again and he wanted to feel it. Reaching around he brought her up wrapping his right arm around her waist and holding her in place while using his left hand to rub quick circles on her clit. 

“Cum.” He ordered.

Slamming into hers with so much force she practically lifted from his lap each time. Screaming, Camille squeezed her eyes shut tight while her cunt squeezed tight onto Idris. Warm liquid flowered from her as she shook uncontrollably. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!” He moaned thrusting into her. Finally he spilled himself into her. After two more thrusts he stilled bringing his left arm up to hold her tightly to him. They sat their panting and sweaty him with his face resting in her neck and her head back. 

“I’m pretty sure you just got the job done in one go. Damn I like trying for a baby..” Camille said. Lifting his head Idris laughed. 

“Yeah? It is fun isn't it?” He asked kissing her shoulder.

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Another oldie but goodie for my loves!!!! If anyone wants to join my lovely harem let me know cause for some reason my tags are not saving so yeah.......😊😊

Ladies of Sin

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[banditthewriter]

Soulmate Event - Nick Tortano

Title: Lead The Way Character: Nick Tortano (By the Gun) Number of votes: 9 Trope: Timer that counts down to the meeting *gif not mine* Enjoy!

***** The pro of having a timer meant that you didn't have to wonder when you would meet your soulmate. It ticked down the seconds and like everyone who was born with a timer, you did the math to find out when the meeting would be. You could wait that long. It would be easier to know that you had this chance at happiness. You could wait as long as needed if it meant meeting your soulmate. Of course the part of soulmates that no one talked about was sometimes the clock seemed to almost freeze. It took a lot of research to find out what that meant. "Your soulmate sometimes does things that can put your meeting in jeopardy. That is the clock re-calibrating. If everything is fine, it will move on like normal. Otherwise you might lose time or gain time. It just depends." So there you were, watching the clock tick over to less than an hour, when it froze again. "No, no, not today," you begged. When it started back up, it had added a week to your time. "Son of a bitch." The recurring fantasy that you had about punching your soulmate came back. Whatever they had done had messed up your meeting again. You lived the rest of the week angry. Your first meeting was going to involve you slapping your soulmate, you just knew it. You were sitting in your car at a red light when you felt a tightness on your wrist. You checked the clock and watched it freeze again. "Oh come on," you complained, but when it started back up,  it had less than 30 seconds in it. "What the..." Your passenger side door opened and the man that crawled in looked at you wide eyed before he yelled, "Drive!" You did as you were told because he was holding a gun and breathing hard. Thankfully your car was new and fast so you zipped through red lights, turning down the roads he told you to. He was checking the mirrors and finally told you to slow down. You did one better and pulled over. "Listen, I'm sorry," he started to say but you hauled off and slapped him. "Fuck lady," he said but you shoved his arm hard and then held up your wrist. "You're my fucking soulmate? Are you kidding me? And put that damn gun down." His dark eyes widened and he looked down at his own wrist seeing the series of zeros blinking up at him before they faded. "Holy shit," he said quietly. "Holy shit I didn't even notice my clock tick down." "Of course not, you were too busy running from people while carrying a loaded gun." You looked him over and leaned back a bit. "Uh," you said as you wondered if you should just run off and leave him your car. "Shit, no, I'm not a bad person," he said as he tucked the gun in his jacket pocket. He held his hands up in a way that was supposed to make him look less threatening but it drew your attention to his size and immediately felt more threatened. "I just, I work for some shady characters and... that was all a misunderstanding. Listen, my name is Nick. Nick Tortano. What's yours?" The name played over in your head even as you gave him yours. It was as he was slowly lowering his hands that it hit you why you knew the name. "You work for Sal Vitaglia," you said accusingly, pointing a finger at him. "Jesus, are you one of the guys that goes into the shops to strong arm money out of business owners like my uncle Jeremy?" "Jeremy as in the guy that runs the cake shop?" Guilt came over his face and you swore. "Jesus my soulmate is a fucking mobster." "I'm just a foot soldier, not a made man," he tried to defend but you didn't care. "You think the fact that you haven't gotten knighted by the king, your poor man's Don Corleone, that that makes you something different? Made man or peon, you're still a thug that hurts people." A wave of disappointment crashed over you and you tucked your face in your hands. "I was supposed to love you, not hate or fear you." You could sense him pulling away after you said it. He lowered his head and you heard him swear under his breath. "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N," he said quietly. "You won't have to see me again." Before you could stop him, he was gone. You got out of the car, thinking about chasing him down, but he was out of sight. You swore and sank down back into your car. "Now what do I do?" ------ It took you a while to find where Nick spent his free time. The bar was the kind of place you usually avoided but it couldn't be helped. You looked around but didn't see him. Instead you saw a few guys that were looking you over as if you were wearing their favorite foods. It made you feel a little gross but it was your only lead so you headed over to them. "Do any of you know where I can find Nick Tortano?" "Nicky boy? Yeah, he's probably at the strip club," one of the guys said with a laugh. He pat his thigh and then motioned for you to come forward. "C'mere baby, I can treat you a lot better than that loud mouth ever could." "Are you Y/N?" It was a larger man that asked that and you nodded slowly. He smacked the other guy on the arm and then gestured at you. "That's Nick's soulmate you're being a pig towards. Apologize." The guy's eyes got wide but you ignored his pathetic attempts at an apology. If this guy knew your name, knew who you were, that meant he had to know Nick. "Where can I find him? Please." The guy nodded and then grabbed a napkin from the bar behind him. "Write your number on here. I'll get it to Nicky for you." You thanked him profusely as you wrote down your number and then your address after a brief hesitation. You handed it over to the guy who introduced himself as Nick's friend George. "I'll give it to him." George stepped closer to you, lowering his voice so the others couldn't hear him. "He was kind of a mess after he met you. He'll be happy to know you didn't give up on him." "Just see that he gets that please." And then with a last smile, you hurried out of the bar and tried to steady your nerves. It was only a matter of time now. ------ Music played softly from your phone while you removed your makeup. It'd been a long day at work and your feet were killing you from standing all night. You were ready to just crawl in bed and sleep for sixteen hours. Your plans were interrupted by a knock on the door. Hesitantly you moved to the door and looked out of the small window, gasping and quickly opening the door when you saw Nick's face. "Hey--" he began but you quickly pulled him into the house and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his neck. "Not the welcome I expected. Kind of thought you might hit me again." "I'm still thinking about it," you admitted as you pulled away to look up at him. "You seriously left me there, alone, without even talking to me?" "You made yourself pretty clear on how you felt about who I am," he said gruffly. You pulled away completely, trying not to smile when you noticed he was reluctant on letting you out of his grip. "I told you how I felt about what you do. I don't think that's who you are," you said quietly. Then you shrugged, feeling stupid all of a sudden. "Is it? Is that all you are?" "No," he said quickly, reaching back out and letting his hands fall to your hips. "No, that's not all I am. I can be more." "I don't need more," you replied as you stepped closer to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I just need something real." Nick nodded, a smirk curling up as he leaned in to barely graze his nose against your cheek. When you didn't pull back, he tested his limits and let his lips touch yours softly. "None of that," you said as you pulled him closer, crushing your lips to his. He laughed into the touch, walking the two of you backwards until your back hit the wall. You moaned and leaned into his touch, biting down on his lip before you pulled back. "Bedroom is that way," you said as you gestured down the hall. Nick smiled and shut the door to your apartment, turning to look at you. "Lead the way."

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“Give me back my phone.” -Pete Dunne.  (PART 2)

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan, @panic-angel3314, @shieldgirl95, @earl-01, @nickie-amore, @blondekel77, @reigns420, @littleprincess1621, @m-a-t-91, @luckygillblog, @finnbalorsbabygirl, @unabashedwwesmut, @blackwidow2721, @wrestlingimaginesposts, @wweburnitdown, @thirstiswet, @princesstoniii, @birthday-prinxess, @princess3733, @princesses-reign-daily, @lip-sync,  @laziestgirlintheworld, @lclb13, @tinyelfperson, @justkelsey15, @mainlywwe-shitposts, @muddin-till-the-end

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Warnings: Smut. This is basically all smut. It’s rough. Also, Pete is a complete asshole here. You’ve been warned. 

A/N: Okay guys, here it is! Part 2! I know a lot of people wanted it, so here it is. If you haven’t read the first part, you can read it HERE . Sorry it’s taken me forever to get any writings out, but here you go. Let me know what you think! Or if you’d like to be on my tag list! 2299 words. 

When you got back to your place, you just sat in your car. There were so many emotions going through your body and mind, you weren’t sure what to do or how to deal with them.

You went inside and grabbed the first thing you saw in your freezer. Luckily, you had kept some ice cream in there. Lord knows you could use it.

RAW wasn’t over when you left, so Pete had to stay behind. Not that you wanted to him to follow you. Part of you did, but the other part just wants to be left alone for awhile. You need to figure out what you want. And maybe Pete does too.

If he thinks all you need is attention from him, then he can fuck right off. All you wanted to do was spend a little quality time with him while he was home. Is that too much to ask? You didn’t think so. But then you need to remember that all he does is work, so that would explain why he was glued to his phone. And if that woman you saw on his phone really did help him out in America (with bookings, not anything else) then it made sense. But you had a weird feeling about it.

Your night was spent glued to the couch with your ice cream. You had on a tshirt and sweatpants. Since you weren’t expecting any company, you decided to just be comfortable. You caught up on your Netflix. You were so behind on American Horror Story, it wasn’t even funny.

Not even halfway through an episode, you passed out. You woke up about 12:30am. You threw away the rest of the now melted ice cream tub and turned off the TV. The screen was at the “Still Watching?” so you knew you had gotten a good nap in.

While you were stumbling to your room, you heard a loud pound at your door. You walked over and opened it.

Right away you slammed it, but it was caught.

“Ow…” Pete said, coming into your apartment.

“What do you want Pete?” You asked. You hoped that he could hear how pissed you were.

“Why’d you run off like that earlier?” He asked, seeming angry himself.

“What do you care?”

Pete walked over to you and grabbed your arm, “Ya tell me now why ya left.”

That frightened you a bit. Pete only got physical with you once, and he was drunk. And you told him that if it ever happened again…..

“Ouch, Pete. Let me go.” You said, tugging your arm away from him. “Are you drunk?”

He slumped against the counter, “Pshht, nah. Just had a few with the lads.”

“Great. So then you come here so I can take care of you? No thanks. I’ll call you a cab to take you home.” You said.

As you reached for your phone, Pete grabbed your wrist, not hard, and he had a sympathetic look in his eye.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Please. I need ya.” He said, trying to pull you close by your waist.

You tried to fight him, “Pete, don’t.” He was too strong.

He pulled you into a kiss. You weren’t sure how to react. You were mad at him, but at the same time, this is what you have wanted all along while he was home.  

Pete was holding you tight while he was kissing you. Like he was needy. Or sorry. You couldn’t tell. And it was rather sloppy. Either way, you weren’t going to complain, even though you’re supposed to be mad at him.

He then lifted you up by your thighs and placed you on the counter. He was still kissing you and rubbing his hands on your thighs. Pete moved his mouth to your neck. You moved your head back to give him more access. He knew that was your weak spot.

You let out a soft moan and Pete lifted you up again, but this time was headed for the bedroom. He was still kissing your neck, giving a little nibble even. You needed a break so you could catch your breath.

Pete set you down on the bed and the both of you quickly stripped your clothes. Before you knew it, Pete was on top of you. Kissing you again. You could feel his hard on in his boxers.

With the way he was acting, he seemed like he was trying to rush things.

“Lie down on the edge of the bed.” Pete demanded.

You did as he said and he got you into the position he wanted you in. He then got eye level with your core. You were sure he could feel the heat radiating off of you.

Pete roughly took off your panties and threw them across the room. Once they were off, he spread your legs wide and went right to work. Not without teasing you a bit first.  Pete bit his way up your inner thighs until he made his way to your clit. You were trying to lightly buck your hips to get a little more friction, to get the satisfaction you wanted, but you knew if you did too much, Pete wouldn’t like that.

When Pete’s mouth finally met up with your clit, you let out a loud moan and threw your head back and reached out to grab the sheets. He was very skilled when it came to his tongue, so he usually made you cum twice.

This time though, it seemed like he was rushing. It felt good, but he was going super quickly and was super rough with you.

Pete’s tongue circled around your clit while his calloused fingers were teasing your pussy. It was plenty wet, so you weren’t sure what he was waiting for.

Sure enough, when you were least expecting it, he shoved two of his fingers right into your hole. It was painful, but it was also pleasurable. Pete was quickly pumping his fingers in and out of you. You were trying to watch him closely while he was eating you out, biting your bottom lip so the entire neighborhood couldn’t hear you screaming. The sight alone of him eating your pussy was something you wish you could stare at forever.

Just when you felt the ball form in your stomach, “Pete! I’m gonna cum!”

He immediately stopped.

You whined at the empty feeling and Pete stood up, stroking his own length.

“Ya don’t cum till I do, got it?” He said.

You frantically shook your head, wanting him inside you. You loved seeing him stroke his own dick, but you needed him.

With his free hand, Pete took your hand and helped you up and brought you to the floor on your knees.

Now, you were facing his dick. It was erect in front of your face. You took one hand and began to stroke his length and wrapped your lips around his tip. Right away you heard Pete let out a light moan and throw his head back.

You then began to stroke a little quicker and take a little more of him into your mouth. You had a slight gag reflex, but you always did your best to control it. Sometimes you even thought it was a turn on for Pete.

Pete walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and you began bob your head up and down on his dick. He grabbed a chunk of your hair and guided you. He didn’t wait long until he made his dick hit the back of your throat. You could feel the tears filling your eyes, and you did your best to breath out your nose. He was starting to be rather rough again, but you did your best to make it through. He had a good hold on your hair and was thrusting his hips. He was full on fucking your throat.

His thrusts were beginning to get sloppier and you heard him moaning and grunting. He pushed you away. Hard enough that you fell backwards onto the floor. You think he was about to cum and didn’t want to do it in your mouth.

Pete was panting, “Back on the bed. Put yer ass in the air.”

You got up off the floor and Pete got up and moved so you could get into the position he wanted. You crawled onto the bed and patiently waited. You could feel the bed dip, but Pete wasn’t doing anything. But you didn’t say anything. You just kept your face in the sheets and was left to wonder what he was going to do next.

Out of nowhere, you felt a giant smack on your ass. You yelped in pain, then bit down on the bed sheets. Then he struck the other cheek. He did this a couple more times, not saying a word. When he was finished, he rubbed them, trying to give them some relief, but it was just more painful. He hit you hard.

Pete then spread your cheeks and ran one finger down your slit. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. You felt him line up his dick at your entrance, “Do ya like being spanked? Should I do it some more? Do ya like bein’ a bad girl? Bein’ punished?” Without a second of warning, Pete shoved his entire length into you. You screamed because it hurt, but once he was in there awhile, the pain became pleasure. But Pete wasn’t lightening up though. His thrusts were hard and he was being consistent. He had a hold of your hips and you were pretty sure there were going to be bruises by the time he was done. You were both a moaning mess and you could feel yourself almost ready to come again, but Pete said you couldn’t until he did.

This was going to be a challenge.

With a swift movement, you were now on top on Pete, riding him. You leaned forward and placed your hands on his chest. You began to move but Pete did too. Now he was the one getting impatient. While you were riding him, Pete had one hand on your hip and the other hand met with your bra. You hadn’t actually taken it off, but that was no issue. Pete took out your breast and started pinching your nipple. You didn’t think you could be turned on more while you were having sex, but oh, were you wrong. Not only did Pete know how to wok his tongue, but his fingers as well.

He now had both of your nipples in between his fingers and was twisting them, hard. He was also beginning to pant quickly, like he was before. You could feel yourself beginning to orgasm. You made your grip tighter on Pete’s shoulders, digging your fingernails into them and he took ahold of your hips. He was thrusting as hard as he could, “Cum, now!”

That was all he needed to say as you let your orgasm wash over you. You could also feel Pete still and release into you. Once you came down from your high, and you knew Pete was done, you plopped down onto the bed. You were exhausted. Pete was breathing hard too.

As your breathing slowed, you looked over at Pete, “Wow. Great Makeup sex, huh?”

He got up and began to get dressed, “Not makeup sex.”

It was very monotone.

“Wait, what do you mean?” You asked him, sitting up on the bed, covering yourself up.

“That wasn’t makeup sex.” Pete said, putting on his shoes.

“Wh-where are you going?” You asked, totally confused.

Pete walked out of the room and went to the living room, grabbing his coat.

You got up quickly and put on your robe and follow him.

Where was he going? And so quickly?

“Pete-” You said, and then you heard the door slam.

Pete left. He was gone.

You stood there looking at the door shocked. He just came to fuck you then leave? Was it over? If it wasn’t, it was now. That was so low of him. Typical Pete. That was the shit he pulled before he was with you.

You looked out your window and watched his car pull away. Shock kind of took over your body and you walked back into your bedroom and sat on the bed that you had just had rough sex on. You felt the tears flooding your eyes. No one has ever used you like that before. This feeling really sucked.

If he was trying to get a point across, point taken. Just then, you heard your phone buzz from across the room. You walked over and looked at it.

It was a text from Pete,

“BTW I was fuckin that girl”

That was all it said.

You knew it. You knew he was lying. He was hiding something. It was just so odd that he was on his phone so much.

As calmly as you could, you set your phone down and walked over to the bed and stripped the sheets. You put on a new set and then crawled into bed and covered your entire body in your covers. You couldn’t help but to cry.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. The next few days went by and you took them off work and just hung out at home. You needed some time to yourself.

You realized that you don’t need a man to make you happy. They don’t need to define who you are. Just because some treated you like shit, doesn’t mean that you need to give up hope.

Time to move on and start doing things for you.

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Life of the Party (Nicky/Erik) AFTG

So. Um this is the first fic I’ve ever posted (not the first I’ve written, but my favorite and the one I’m most proud of right now). I’ve been considering posting my fics here for a while, so shoutout to @allfandomlover and @serenephenix for encouraging me and helping me to get the courage to do it! It’s probably trash, but I love it, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! (Yes, it happens during Christmas, don’t yell at me XD)

Nicky was as excited as could be. Erik, not so much. Of course, he was happy to finally see Nicky again, after so long since their last visit. And the last two days together had been wonderful, with fun and romantic activities (and definitely some Christmas shopping) crammed in the spaces left over with classes and practice put on hold for the holiday. But now it was Christmas Eve, and the two of them were back at Nicky’s and the twins’ home in Columbia. Not that Erik minded that so much, but he definitely didn’t care much for the twins. And the twins with their significant others wasn’t any better. Not that he particularly minded Neil or Katelyn. But Aaron with Katelyn was insufferable, and he didn’t understand what Neil saw in Andrew. But Nicky was happy to have them around, so Erik kept quiet.

Still, did they have to ignore Nicky while he tried to decorate for Christmas? It was obvious he was struggling to get all the lights to work, and where were his cousins? Aaron and Katelyn had taken her car and disappeared somewhere in town. Erik could just hear Andrew and Neil rummaging through the kitchen. Useless. Briefly, the thought that he himself could help crossed his mind, but he reconsidered after another glance. He squirmed in his seat. The view was much too lovely to pass up like that. He said as much to Nicky, who pulled away from the tree, startled by the comment. He twisted to look back at his boyfriend and laughed.

“Come on, lazy, how about you come help me?”

Erik just shot him a happy grin and stretched out on the couch to settle more comfortably into the cushions. Nicky just shook his head and returned his focus to the tree in front of him, all but lunging into it to get a hold of some of the lights. Erik had just let his eyes drift shut, lulled by the distant sounds of Andrew and Neil having a conversation and Nicky’s small noises in the tree, humming quietly to himself as he worked, when Nicky finally yelped, one arm flailing as he struggled to regain his balance after slipping. He half-heartedly landed sideways into the tree, still squirming and trying to inch himself backwards. His hips were shaking with the effort of pulling himself back up and he sounded so alarmed that Erik couldn’t help but laugh.

“Babe,” he tried to get out around his laughter, “are you okay? Or…”

“I… couldn’t’ve… gotten… more help… earlier?” Nicky bit out. “Then… maybe… I… wouldn’t… be in… this mess… you jerk!” After struggling for a couple more minutes, he finally managed to pull himself free, flying backwards to land on his butt. Erik just laughed harder before moving to help Nicky back up.

“Gee, thanks,” he tried to deadpan, but a grin was threatening to overtake his face. “At least it’s finally done.”

Erik spared a look towards the bare tree. “Umm I’m no expert here, but isn’t your tree missing ornaments?”

Nicky shook his head. “Nah, the twins always liked doing that. I thought I would leave it for them.” Erik gave him a doubtful look, but left him to it. He followed Nicky out of the living room and down the hall to their own bedroom. He wanted to groan at the small mountain of presents waiting them there, but Nicky was nearly vibrating with joy, so he grinned instead. How could anyone want to hurt this beautiful man of his life? Nicky caught him staring. He raised an eyebrow. “Distracted again? Damn, you’re no help to me when you’re like this.”

Erik blinked, then leaned down and picked up a roll of wrapping paper on the floor next to him, quickly bopping Nicky in the head with it. Chuckling as Nicky spluttered, he flopped down to the floor and got ready to help his adorably content boyfriend with the gifts.

At first, they idled the time with gentle conversation as they cut, wrapped, and taped the assorted gifts for Neil and Katelyn, the rest of the Foxes, and most especially the twins (apparently this is an old habit of Nicky’s, back from when he was raising the twins and trying to help them find their way out of their own personal hells). But as time passed, they found themselves growing quieter and quieter, and they spent more time staring at each other and not paying attention to what they were doing. Not long after that, Erik grabbed Nicky’s hands with one of his own, and his other hand went to Nicky’s jaw and pulled him in close for a kiss. That kiss turned into two. Then it may have turned into more. Yeah, it was a full-blown make out session.

Needless to say, by the time they gathered up those gifts and moved to place them under the tree, it was very, very late. Once they reached the tree again, Erik stopped in his tracks. Nicky turned back to see him staring in awe-struck wonder at the glowing beauty in front of them. The ornaments had been specifically and impeccably placed just so, creating one of the most magnificent trees he had ever seen. Or maybe it was the thought of those hands – those damaged creatures, working together to create something so fragile, something that whispered of safety and love – that caused Erik to pause.

“Andrew and Aaron did this?” he asked wonderingly.

“You didn’t believe me?” was the soft response.

“No, it’s just…”

Nicky laughed quietly. “I was surprised the first year, too. But they enjoy it. And I don’t mind. They do a good job.”

They stood together in silence for a minute and then, “How did they get those ornaments on top? Seems a little high for them.” Nicky nodded in serious agreement. “I think they probably made Katelyn and Neil do those. Or they used chairs or stools. That’s what they did the first couple of years.” With that amusing thought in the forefront of their minds, the two worked quickly to place the gifts under the tree, trying hard to keep it looking just as lovely as the other four had left it.

Erik heard Nicky humming a song under his breath, and he strained his ears to catch the last few notes of “Silent Night”. Catching his eye, Nicky gave him a sappy smile and restarted the song, this time singing gently. Erik felt the peace and contentment bubble up inside of him. Sitting back, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feelings welling up inside of him. Nicky’s song washed over him, the lights from the tree were a comforting presence in the room, and when he remembered who was responsible for the beautiful tree and how happy that made Nicky, his feelings only increased tenfold. He blinked his eyes back open and saw that Nicky had closed his eyes, too, still singing, though he had switched to German during one of the verses. Silently, Erik got up and grabbed his phone. He made his way to one of his favorite playlists, one that he had made for Nicky in the past few months since they’d seen each other. God, he hated thinking about those.

Nicky’s eyes flashed open in surprise when the first few strains of “Life of the Party” began to drift through the room. He gave a wry smile. “Still?”

“You’ve done amazing, babe. I’m so proud of you.” Erik gave a shy smile, something that surprised him, because he wasn’t often shy. But this man… He’d overcome such heartbreaking odds. He’d worked so hard to change his life, working through the hell his parents had put him through, and then trying to make things work in an entirely new country. Erik could still remember that scared and shy boy he’d met so long ago, trying desperately to hide who he was in order to protect himself. He remembered how hard it was to show that boy that he shouldn’t have to hide. That he didn’t have to, because Erik was there for him.

He held his arms out to this boy that held his heart, breath catching in a small gasp when Nicky grabbed him and pulled him in closer.

Looking into his eyes, he remembered how torn and heartbroken Nicky was when news of his aunt’s death found him. But the determination in his eyes then never wavered. He was going to protect the twins from that hell he’d experienced. That determination still shone, but now it was accompanied by the confidence and joy at knowing he’d succeeded. That all those sleepless nights, all those tear-filled phone calls and Skype dates, all his worries and concerns that plagued him during those difficult years had been worth it. He’d done it. He deserved the world. And with this new-found strength, he was going to get it.

Erik held Nicky close as they swayed gently from side to side. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered again.

Nicky sniffed, and when he spoke, it sounded like he was trying to choke back tears. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Erik. Thank you.”

“We don’t have to be ordinary

Make your best mistakes

We don’t have the time to be sorry

So, baby, be the life of the party.”

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Sacrifice

A 13 Nights Of Halloween story: Night 3

Prompt #9 Spooky- Summoning Demons Featuring- Aleister Black Requested by @indywrestlinglover-life Rated: M- Smut, witch craft, sacrificial magic, demons, death Word Count: 3500+ 

A/N: This is my first time actually writing Aleister so I hope you guys all enjoy this because I had A LOT of fun writing him for this prompt.

Tag list:  @straight-outta-the-asylum @i-kneel-for-king-loki@geekoftv@ladym0xley @satansstrawberry @shieldlovereve@iwannadiehere@vampstampbby @shironichi @blackwidow2721 @the-shy-type@mangagirl232 @wrestingtrash @akihikothekitsune@kanupps06@kingslayers-angel @isawthesights @castielscamander @shieldsandbulletsandflips @extremelylost @thirstiswet@inamoxbrose24@reigns420 @bebbyt @nickie-amore @devitts-girl

The smell of ink on paper was the greatest thing in the world. Even though I was surrounded by it every day, it never got old. I pushed the cart of returns through the library, skimming over a book that had caught my interest. I had been working in this dusty library for the last few months and it had been a dream. I had all the time in the world to read, seeing as how we were hardly ever busy.

I pushed the cart and placed the last return on the shelf I needed. Checking my watch, I couldn’t help but smile. The library was only open for another hour but it was doubtful to have too many visitors until we closed, especially since school had just started up two months ago. “Plenty of time to finish this.” I sung to myself and I dog eared the page I was on and pushed the cart back to my desk.

Finishing the book I had been skimming through, meant I was going to have to return it. Seeing as how it was close to Halloween I had become fascinated with witchcraft and the history of witches and magic. The idea of conjuring love, luck, spirits with just a few ingredients and some words was a fantasy but an interesting one at that.

THUD

“Fuck!” I hissed as I fell backwards onto the tiled floor from the impact, the book fell onto my head and I saw stars. There was a grumble of curses and apologies then a soft chuckle. A tattooed, thick hand was extended towards me. I looked up to see a tall, heavily inked, bearded man. His smile was wicked, eyes were deep and mischievous.

“You okay?” He asked.

I licked my lips, looking at the way his lip piercing glimmered as he spoke. “Fine. I’m fine.” I told him and took a hold of his hand. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, usually there’s no one in this section except for me.”

He cocked his head, “You work here,” his free hand pointed to my gold name tag, “(Y/N)?”

The way he said my name was delicious. I nodded, “Yes.”

The corner of his mouth continued to pull up, then his dark eyes rested on the book on the floor. He bent to pick it up. “Interesting read you have here,” he looked over the title then flipped it over to read the back. “’Wicca: Herbal Magic’, hmm? You’re a wiccan?”

“Um..” I drug my lower lip between my teeth, “Just researching out of curiosity really.”

“Curiosity?” He handed me the book back, “Are you interested in magic or gardening?” His tone was mocking.

I put my hands on my hips defiantly, “I just thought it was somewhere to begin. Who are you to judge anyway?”

“Aleister,” He stuck his hand out again to me, “Aleister Black.”

My brows furrowed and I pushed passed him, denying his hand shake. “The library closes in forty-five minutes Mr. Black, I suggest you find what you’re looking for and check out.” I could feel his eye bearing into me as I sashayed away.

“I think I already have.”

I stopped in my tracks and whipped around to face him, “I’m sorry?”

“I mean, I could use some help.” He took a couple slow steps towards me.  “I’m looking for an old book, it might actually be in the section you’d be returning your garden witch book.” His eyes flicked to the piece of literature I held close to my chest, then he shamelessly let his eyes wander down my body before meeting my nervous gaze. “Can you show me where you got that book?”

A gulp and a simple nod was all I could manage before he gestured for me to lead the way. We walked on through the towering bookshelves silently, only the clicking of my heels echoed through the building. They halted at the section marked ‘Personal Interest’ and I scanned for the spot where I had pulled the book from.

“It was up here,” I told him reaching up on to the shelf almost out of reach to put my spell book away. “What’s the title you’re looking for?”

Black drug his index finger along the spines of the books on the shelves, his eyes scanning the titles. He seemed to ignore me as he walked along the row. I took the few minutes I had to take him in completely. His dark hair was pulled up into a bun, shaved on the side of his head. He wore a black button-down dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled. Only some of his tattoos were showing; they were all beautiful. There were a few even peeping out from his shirt collar. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think he was sexy.

“You’re staring.”

I shook my head at his words, trying to force the thoughts of where else he had tattooed. “Not at you.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and my started to twitch as his grin returned as he skimmed through the names of books in front of him. “Did you need any further assistance, Mr. Black?”

“Ah!” He breathed as his single digit hooked onto the top corner of an old, hard back book. “No I’ve found what I need, and please,” He locked eyes with me, “Call me Aleister.” I felt my heart jump up to my throat from the way he looked at me. I couldn’t hardly breathe as the distance closed between us, his hand tipped under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “And I’d really like for you to call me, maybe later tonight?”

My eyes widened in shock, “What are you talking about?”

“You’re interested in magic, aren’t you, my dear?” He posed the question still pouring that sinful look into me. “I can show you some real magic if you’d like.”

“Is this a cheesy pick up line?” I tried to joke, “Because I’m not the type-“

Aleister tsked and took a step back, releasing my chin, “No pick-up line.” He tapped on the brown covered book he held, “This will help me. Unlike that gardening book, this right here is an actual spell book. Maybe you’d like to see it first hand?”

My mind raced at a thousand miles a minute. Actual witchcraft? Spell casting? Was it real or was it all just a bunch of “Hocus Pocus.” I muttered aloud without realizing.

“Hmm?” His left eyebrow rose again.

“Oh, no. I meant that I wasn’t quite sure yet. Can you really do magic? Is it all real?”

He nodded, “It is and I can. I’m sure you have plenty of questions.” He held out a business card in front of my face, “If you decide you want a taste of the dark side, give me a ring. I’ll give you my address so you can watch everything first hand.”

----

After checking out Aleister and sending him on his way I had turned the card over in my hand several times while I waited for the last few minutes of work to run down. No one else came in after he said his salutations, leaving me alone to weigh out my options.

I was intrigued, both by him and the idea of seeing magic up close and personal. On the other hand, I hardly knew the guy. What if he tried to sacrifice me? I thought, What if he put a love spell on me? I did a mental eye roll at myself. No way a guy like him would even waste the energy on someone like me, right?

I locked the front doors and headed back to my desk to grab my purse. Aleister’s business card still sat next to my stack of papers. My shoulders slumped and I bit my lip, finally coming to a conclusion of what I was going to do. Was it crazy of me to be considering this?

Flicking the lights to the building off, I swung my purse onto my shoulder and punched the number into my phone, mouthing the numbers off the card. The other line only rang twice, but each rang brought my heart rate up another speed.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” I heard his grin in his voice.

I did yet another eye roll, “Just tell me where to meet you.”

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The address he gave me was to a house on the south side of town. It was an old, Victorian structure with a wrap-around porch and windows that looked like eyes and the door like a mouth ready to swallow me whole. “You sure you wanna go in there?” The driver of the cab that had driven me asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “My friend is waiting for me inside.” Friend, I nearly laughed at the word. If only the cabbie knew that I had just met Mr. Black.

I paid my fair and turned my attention back on the ominous architecture that loomed across the lawn from me. The door opened as I took a single step towards the porch and Aleister appeared. He was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing earlier and was sipping from a coffee cup. I felt his eyes never leave me while I walked up the cemented pathway.

“Good evening,” he said simply when I finally reached him. “I’m glad you decided to come along with me, I kind of needed another person to assist anyway. Please, come in.”

His hand raised and he gestured for me to walk through the door into a worn, run down living space. The wood floors creaked under each step I took, there was no furniture and obviously no electricity, considering all the candles that were used to light the room. At the focal point there was a fire place filled completely with white candles of all shapes and sizes. They were all lit and dripping with wax. In front of the hearth, a few pillows and blankets were sat down around chalk markings that had been drawn onto the floor. There were various objects surrounding the mess in front of me.

“Is this your house?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Aleister shut the door, “Not quite. It’s a property that’s been handed down through my family. I have an apartment downtown, this is where I...” he made a face trying to find the word he was looking for. “Experiment.”

“What is this?” I asked him, walking towards the markings on the floor. There were characters that looked like they were from another language, one I didn’t recognize and a giant pentagram drawn at the center.

“This,” Aleister came to stand beside me, “This is the spell I’m trying out.”

“Trying out?”

“Yes, I didn’t have the incantations until I stopped at the library this afternoon.” He walked around the pentagram, his gaze still didn’t waver from where I stood.

“What does it do?” I asked him, locking eyes with him. “And what did you mean when you said you needed another person to assist?”

Aleister set his mug down on the mantle above the fireplace and pulled a book off the shelf. There was a page he had dog ear-ed that his fingers immediately flipped to, “This require energy from two people, I didn’t realize it until I had this book. I thought I had all the ingredients, plus I really was looking forward to seeing you again.” As he spoke, he rounded the circle on the floor towards where I had firmly planted my feet.

“Me?” I blushed.

Black nodded. “Come here,” he beckoned with his hand outstretched to me. I took it and followed him to the front of the fire place where the pile of blankets and pillows sat on the floor. We stopped and he turned to face me, still holding my hand. He brought my knuckles to his lips, “I apologize if I’m rushing things,” he whispered against my flesh. I was sure he could hear the hitch in my breath at the way his scent filled my nose; it was intoxicating.

“R-Rushing what, exactly?” I stammered.

Aleister pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around my waist and pushing on my back so our bodies collided. His mouth met mine feverishly and my whole world was rocked. Our lips mirrored each other’s pecks until his tongue snaked out and flicked along my lower pout. I whimpered and gave him access to my mouth. Aleister took his time, teasing my tongue against his. The cool metal of his piercing numbed my lower lip.

My hands were splayed against his broad chest; it felt strong and hard beneath my fingers- it wasn’t the only thing that was hard between us. The feel of his ever-growing erection pushing firm against my thigh as we kissed had me soaked. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his hips for support. I moved my hands to his hair that had been pulled into a bun and held on tight as he dropped to his knees. The way he held me close as we descended to the pile of blankets was sexy, comforting, and protective.

Aleister laid me gently down against the pillows and he rose up onto his knees. Wordlessly, his fingers began unbuttoning his shirt and he pulled it off to reveal his well sculpted, inked body. I reached up and touched the words printed on his chest. “Diligentia Cresto,” I muttered the Latin phrase. “By diligence we shall lead.” I saw a smile in reward for my recognition of the motto. My fingers moved to the palm on his chest and his hand caught my wrist.

“I’ll teach you the road map of where these lead another night,” he smirked at me then glanced at the small clock on the wall. “We’ve only got so much time.” His strong hands moved to my thighs, trying to push my tight, black pencil skirt up my thighs. I could hear the slit over my left legs tear from the force. My fingers began tugging the blouse over my head, not wanting to waste another second. The overwhelming feeling of lust and need ached in my core.

I whined against Aleister’s lips as the pads of his middle and first fingers rolled over my currently soaked panties. My hands wandered from his shoulders to his pants, attempting to undo the belt and zipper. I struggled and let out a frustrated sigh, Black growled impatiently and undid his buckle, ripping the belt from the loops with great force. My legs got tossed upwards and he threw them over his shoulders and laid down to lower his mouth against my heat. I shivered in anticipation from his hot breath between my legs.

“Zo heerlijk,” I heard from under his breath.

I propped myself up on my elbows, trying to repeat what he had said in my head to detect the language he spoke. “Wh- Ohhh my god!” I interrupted myself as his fingers pulled aside the crotch to my panties and fully attacked me with his tongue. “Oh God, Mr. Black!” I muttered again, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Aleister pulled back and looked up at me with a glint in his eyes, “Let’s not bring him into this, shall we?” And with that, he dove between my legs and continued his assault on my swollen clit. His tongue licked up and then down; his lower lip pouted up against the bud and I whimpered in pleasure. I fell back on the pillows behind me, giving him room to move his hand down to my heat and slide a single digit into my wetness. I moaned and he added a second finger, curling his appendages inside of me.

“Oh, G-.. Yes, Aleister,” I called out as a wave of pleasure rolled over me, trying not to call to any deities in fear of him stopping. He was my only god now.

Aleister sat up on his knees and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “I need that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said, grabbing his cock that was tenting in his briefs.

I sat up and crawled over to him, laying down on my stomach and lining my mouth up with his crotch. He pushed his pants down his hips to the floor he knelt on and took me by my hair, pulling me towards his throbbing member. My fingers hooked onto the band of his briefs and yanked them down gently, allowing his erection to spring free.

It was far thicker and longer than I had thought when I had felt it pressed against me. I swallowed, knowing that it was going to take quite a bit of work to get it down my throat, let alone between my legs. My tongue flicked out along the tip, I heard him groan in response. I gave him a few more kitten licks along his length.

His hand tangled up in my hair and forced me to look in his eyes. “You’re teasing,” he growled. Aleister pushed himself into my waiting mouth while he held my head in place. Slowly he began to thrust in and out between my lips, coating himself in my saliva. The look he gave me as he watched my mouth wrapped around his cock was of pure lust and desire. A shiver ran down my spine as his free hand brushed against my cheek lightly.

“Be a good girl, get my cock nice and wet, and I’ll fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you’re a screaming mess beneath me,” Aleister told me; his voice soft, but his tone was commanding.

I did as I was told when he released my locks, allowing my head to bob on his cock. I looked up and watched his head fall back. Aleister’s moans of ecstasy pushed me on, taking as much as I could of him in my mouth. The tip of him barely brushed the back of my throat and I nearly gagged, backing off and focusing more on the head of him and using my hand as an extension of my mouth.

There was a low, gnarl coming from his chest and his head lowered back to meet my gaze. “Too much for you?” He asked. “Here, let me help.”

He repositioned his hand against my scalp and pushed his throbbing cock into my mouth, the tip sliding down my throat as I gagged and choked. Tears rolled down my cheeks, Aleister pulled out and force me onto my back. His hand trailed down my thigh, just barely touching me with his fingertips. “Good girl,” Aleister praised me. “You’ve proved to be worthy in more ways than one.”

He pushed my thighs apart and pushed his cock against my entrance. I whimpered, “What do you mean by that?” My vision was beginning to get a little foggy; it was like looking through a cloud of smoke around me. There was a ringing in my ears that kept me from pursuing with any further questions.

The moment he penetrated me, the questions of what he was talking about were completely gone from my mind. My eyes rolled back as his hips thrust up into me and he bottomed out. My whole world became euphoric and my orgasm seemed to be within reach. I refocused my gaze onto him.

Aleister’s eyes were rolled back, but he didn’t seem to be focused; in fact, he didn’t even seem to be on this world. The haze covering my senses parted for a moment, I could hear him muttering just barely over the ringing in my ears. It was Latin, being spoken in rhythm, like an incantation.

“Aleister?” I whispered his name, it didn’t seem to shake him, “Aleister, what are you-… Oh!” I cried out when his thumb found its way to my clit and applied pressure. My orgasm rolled through me and my legs shuddered, squeezing his hips. Screams escaped my lips and I arched my back.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through my abdomen, my breath was stolen from me with a gasp. Aleister’s voice had silenced. I felt my muscles twitch and then slouch as I laid down. There, in my sternum, a long blade was buried in between my bosom. My jaw dropped, “What the fuck?” I whispered.

“Grigori, through this vessel, enter.” Aleister commanded. The whole house shook and the candle lights went out, I could feel my life fading and blackness invading my body. I wasn’t sure if the cold that nipped at my skin was from death’s hands pulling me to the other side, or if it was Aleister’s spell. I took a breath, and exhaustion began to lull me into the void.

Just as my life began to fade, I saw Aleister’s eyes turn completely black and a voice that was not his own speak to me one last time.

“Thank you for your sacrifice my sweet one, too bad I can’t keep you around to play some more. Perhaps you and Mr. Black will get some more private time in hell…”

#pcw 13 night of halloween #nxt halloween #aleister black #aleister black x reader #aleister black fic #tommy end #tommy end x reader #aleister black one shot #aleister black imagine

[kaleidopewrites]

Aquaphobia

Summary: Chase inadvertently attempts to get you over your fear of water

Pairing: Chase Collins x Reader

Word Count: 2734

Warnings: the most minimal swearing ever, almost drowning i guess

A/N: Okay, this was kinda fun to write and i feel better about this one :)

You and Chase were instant best friends, no matter what anyone else says. As soon as he moved to the school, you two hit it off instantly. You didn’t know what it was; his constant jokes, his carefree behaviour or maybe it was the fact that he was an incredible friend to have.

You both were joined at the hip. Wherever he went, you went and vice versa. There wouldn’t be a party with just one of you, and you wouldn’t hang out with anyone else alone. You became Spenser’s most famous friends. And you loved it.

You sighed tiredly as you opened the door to your locker, the look of exhaustion lifting slightly at the many photos lining the metal door. They were of you and Chase in various locations and poses, all developed and hung up everywhere.

They were also in your dorm room, hundreds of photos and little trinkets symbolising your fond memories of him. He rarely posed for a serious photo with you, having changed what his face looked like every time you held up a camera.

You were amazed your dorm roommate didn’t despise you. If you weren’t in the library or at Nicky’s or anywhere else, you were in either his dorm or your dorm. You’d talk, study, watch movies all well into the night.

Sometimes, when you were especially tired, you sleep in his room with him or the other way around. The rumour that you two had started dating always circled around whenever word got out that you stayed the night at his place, or he stayed at yours.

But they were usually abolished. Everyone knew you were friends first. So you never knew why your stomach flipped whenever he’d shoot you a smile, or when he’d bite his lip. You were best friends, thick as thieves, closer than atoms.

Sluggishly, you placed your books inside your locker before sorting through the spines, trying to remember which texts you needed to study for upcoming tests and homework. You were just about to file some papers when someone jabbed you in the side, shouting ‘boo’ in your ear.

You scream, having been previously concerned with slipping paperwork between the pages of your textbook when Chase decided to scare you. You threw your hands into the air, throwing the book across the half empty hall.

His laugh reached your ears as you fumed, grabbing the thickest book from your locker. “What the hell, Collins?” You shout, whacking him in the shoulder with the text. His laughter was soon replaced with yelps as he tried ducking away from your attacks.

“Chill out, (Y/L/N), I only scared you,” He laughed, moving away so you couldn’t hit him with the textbook. “Yeah, and now my homework is all over the floor,” You sighed, turning to pick up one of the loose-leaf pages.

Chase grinned and you watched as his eyes turned black and the textbook and papers whizzed into his hand, rearranging themselves before they were thrown through the hall. With a sigh, you snatch the textbook from him before he could use more.

Of course, you knew about his Power. You’d caught him cheating on an assessment, using his Power to write his essay. Like any normal person you’d freak out until he calmly explained everything. What it was, how he uses it; and its constant dangers.

You hated it when he used the Power. It was addictive, and if he used too much you suspected he’d probably go insane. You were terrified for what it would do to him, what it had already done to him. You feared what he would be like at 50, or even 40.

“What did I say?” You sigh, grabbing the last of your books before stuffing them into your bag. Chase looked innocent at you as you close the door. “What?” He shrugged. You look up and down the hallway, making sure no one was around to eavesdrop.

“About your Power?” You hiss at him. Chase shrugged you off before hanging an arm across your shoulders, prepared to walk you back to the dorm. “Oh, come on (Y/N)! It was just a tiny spell, that’s not gonna do anything,” He sighed. You shake your head.

“You know I don’t like it. You said it yourself, it’s addictive and it does serious damage. Even tiny spells can make things worse.” You reminded him but he just rolled his eyes. “Okay, look, I won’t use it for another month, okay?”

You still shake your head but drop the subject, knowing it would take a week-long debate to get this stubborn mule to understand the effects. Chase steps in front of you, preparing to change the topic and you could tell instantly you weren’t gonna like it.

“Um, I have a favour to ask,” He smiled, letting you continue walking down the hall. “Why do I have a feeling I won’t like it?” You ask. He laughed, licking his bottom lip as he walked backwards. “It’s not bad, I just need someone to help time me,”

“For what?” You raised an eyebrow. “Swimming. I’ve been training and I want to know if I’ve improved.” Your stomach churned at the thought of the pool. You never learned how to swim, never liked it. You hated everything to do with big bodies of water.

You never knew what it was. Your parents never really put you in for swimming lessons and attending Spenser’s didn’t change that. You didn’t have to attend most sport lessons because of it, but you would’ve ditched anyway. Swimming was not your thing.

“I dunno, Chase,” You sigh, turning the corner. You never told Chase about your fear, believing it was a stupid one but not being brave enough to face it. You’d been in the indoor pool a total of three times and each and every one gave you nightmares.

Nightmares of drowning, unable to surface from the pool. You once made your dormmate to sleep in a friend’s room with your screaming one day. “Look, come on, you don’t even need to swim. You just need to time me,”

You sigh as you stop in the hall. “No swimming?” You ask. “Not unless you want to,” he winked. You bit your bottom lip. You didn’t know if you could stand being in the indoor pool long enough to watch him train. Besides, you had homework.

“I’ll buy you takeout,” Chase promised. He was really sweetening the deal now, so he must really need your help. “Any takeout I want?” You ask. He grinned, knowing he had won. “Yep, your call,” He smiled. You sighed before agreeing. Food outweighed your fear of water.

Food did not outweigh your fear of water. You stood tense as far from the pool as you could get, nails digging into the notepad you had ready to work on both homework and recording Chase’s times. “Hey,”

You jumped before spinning, Chase beside you with his arms crossed over his bare chest, his eyebrows knitted. “Are you okay?” He asked, thumbing the swim cap and goggles in his hand.

You tightly nod your head, tearing your eyes from the water as you sit down on the chair pulled up. “Are you sure?” He repeated and you sighed. “I’m fine. Just get swimming,” You prompted him, waving your hand.

He laughed before shaking his head, throwing the cap over his hair and jumping down into the pool. You averted your eyes as you start copying down notes from your textbook and the required readings. Chase slid on his goggles before announcing he was doing a few warmup laps.

It was majorly silent in the hall, the only sound coming from the lapping waves from the pool and Chase’s occasional breaths. Once he was ready, you started timing him, writing down his times whenever he did two laps of the pool.

It went on for some time, Chase swimming and you shouting his times to him. You changed between homework and the clock until your eyes felt like they would melt out of your skull and you couldn’t retain another piece of information.

“Chase,” You call as he swims to the end of the pool closest to you. You pause the time as he pressed a hand to the tile wall. “What’d I get?” He called and you shouted it back to him as you packed up. He didn’t seem very pleased with it, but treaded the water.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a hint of a whine in his voice. “I’m tired, Chase, I wanna get a nap in before tea,” You said, dumping the bag on the chair as you rose, stretching out your muscles. “Well, can I have a look at the times before you go?”

You tensed, knowing you’d have to walk over to the pool. He made no move to get out. “I’ll just leave my notepad here and you can check later,” You said. “No, come on, just come over here,” He asked, beckoning you over.

“Chase,” You sighed but he was relentless. “What are you so afraid of? It’s me,” He grinned. You eyed the water carefully as he slipped off the swimming cap and goggles from his head. His hair stuck up all around him in damp spikes.

After a moment of hesitating, you slowly walked up to the side of the pool, holding the notepad in your hands tightly. You could hear the paper crackling under the tenseness of your fingers as you slowly climbed onto the raised diving thing on the width of the pool.

You lower yourself, Chase’s eyes watching you carefully as you show him the paper. As he looks over his recorded times, you feel like you’re about the faint. The water didn’t look calm and alluring like most people thought.

“Damn, okay, looks like I did better the first few times I swam,” Chase mumbled before reaching up, grabbing the notepad, steadying it. “You’re shaking, you okay?” He asked. You just hum at him, having to hold onto the diving podium beside you to keep from falling in.

Suddenly, Chase tore the notepad from your grasp and grabbed your wrist, throwing the paper away from the pool and towards the chair. You squealed as he grinned, a flash of mischief in his eyes. “Chase, wait, I can’t swim!” You shout before he throws you into the pool with a laugh.

You were instantly submerged by the water, falling head first through the cold currents and towards the bottom of the pool. You didn’t know what to do. Chlorine water filled your lungs and burned your eyes as you flailed, legs and arms kicking in the water.

You didn’t know which way was up. Fingers grazed the soft tiles of the bottom of the pool as you attempted to find air, your lungs begging for something other than water. You squeezed your eyes shut, screaming silently into the water as you continued to flail in the pool.

Until strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you through the water. The tension broke and you were finally out in clean air. You tried inhaling, but the water that had rushed into your lungs forced their way out first.

You spluttered and coughed, tears and chlorine stinging your eyes and making you feel sick. As soon as most of the water had disappeared from your organs, you breathed in as much air as you could muster, the arms keeping you above the water.

You coughed until you realised that the arms were connected to a body and you quickly wrapped your arms around the torso, holding on for dear life. The body swam through the water until your back connected against a cool tiled wall.

“(Y/N)?” Chase’s concerned voice filled your ears and you opened your eyes, wincing at the sting it caused. When you could finally see properly and your breathing became less laboured, you realised you were holding tightly to your best friend.

“What the hell, Collins?” You growled but one look at the water made you hold him tighter. “I can’t swim!” You repeated. “Well, I can see that! Why didn’t you tell me?” He argued. “It never came up in conversation.” You replied with a huff.

“But, I should also add I have a fear of water,” You sighed, trying to look at anything but the pool. “Shit,” Chase sighed. “Alright, spin around and take the wall behind you.” He instructed but you shook your head, holding him tighter.

“Trust me, I’m trying to get you out of the pool,” He said. Slowly, you peeled your arms from around his neck and held tightly to whatever you could on the tiled wall. Treading the water, Chase held your hips before hauling you up, in turn submerging himself beneath the water.

You scrambled to climb up onto the raised floor until you heard a splash and Chase was next to you, easily hauling himself from the water. As soon as he was out, he grabbed your arms and pulled you from the water with ease.

As soon as you were free, you were jumping down from the raised floor, scrambling to get away from the pool. You ignored Chase’s warnings as your wet shoes slipped on the floor and you came crashing to the ground. Chase joined your side, picking you up gently.

“You okay?” He asked, taking your shoulders and bending slightly to look at your hanging head. “Does it bloody look like I’m okay?” You shout at him before the fear caught up to you, making tears slip from your eyes.

Chase broke at seeing you so worn down, so scared. He wrapped his arms around you, ignoring your protests as he held you close. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean… I wouldn’t have dragged you in if I had known,”

You cave and wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his bare chest as you tried to get a hold of your sobs. He held you tightly, running a hand down your hair and brushing a few wet strands from your face.

“Chase,” You mumble after finally turning the sobs into hiccups. Chase pulled away as he looked down at you, still brushing hair from your face. “Oh, here,” he quickly said, stepping back to grab his towel before wrapping it around your shoulders.

“We should get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold,” He advised. “Thank you,” You whisper to him, using a corner of his towel to brush away the few tears on your face. Chase scoffed, trying to lighten the mood with a gentle smile.

“Thank you? I thought you’d despise me by now,” He laughed. “You saved me,” You said, eyes flickering terrified over to the pool. Chase was quick to stand in your line of sight. “So what? You wouldn’t have needed to be saved if I wasn’t an idiot,”

“Chase,” You said but he shook his head. “No, no, this time I really was a moron. I should’ve known you couldn’t swim,” He sighed. “Chase,” You said, firmer, trying to get your best friend to stop speaking. “I’ll pay for your dinner for a week now, alright? Anything you wan--”

You cut him off by grabbing either side of his cheeks and bringing him down to you, pressing a kiss against his lips. He was shocked for a moment, just as you were. You didn’t expect to do that, but you weren’t eager to stop.

You pulled away slowly, tasting the chlorine on your lips. “You’re not the bad guy here. You saved me, alright?” You say as he blinked his eyes in confusion. “You kissed me,” He whispered, a tongue running quickly over his lip before he tucked it between his teeth.

You pull your hands away, cheeks flushing. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” You stutter, trying to cover your blush. But Chase grinned, taking your hips to keep you firmly in place. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it,”

He lowered his head again to press another kiss against your lips. You lean into it, melting as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers stretching up into his damp hair as his arms tighten around you.

He grinned into the kiss, and you realised that maybe the taste of chlorine wasn’t so bad on his lips.

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[panda-noosh]

Hiya! Can I request a scenario where s/o is goofing around with Keith while he's training, trying to get him to sing and dance with her? He's just like "...why" but they won't stop serenading him and getting in his space while dancing so he finally just kinda surrenders and when their guard is down he pins them to the training mat or something and kisses them to get them to stop singing (Keith kissing his s/o to quiet them is my aesthetic tbh)

What a cutescenario. I really hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

   Your energy neverfailed to baffle Keith on all capacities.

   Growing up, Keithhad hated people who wereconstantly jumpy, constantly yelling and being loud and beingover-the-top. He purposefully avoided those types of people, findingthem irritating and attention seeking.

   Sothe moment he realised that he was falling in love with one of thosevery people, he couldn't help but be beside himself in wonder. Whatmade you so special that you had managed to change such a stonepersonality trait within him? What had happened to him that had madeyou stand out beyondanybody else?

   Perhapsit was the way you smiled, or the way you laughed at every singlething anybody said. Everything amused you, and he found it oddlycute.

   Butthen there were days when you would insist on tagging along with himduring training. He never minded. In fact, he liked your company andthe little comments you added in to the session every now and then.Most of the time, all you did was sit and watch him train, yourlaptop balancing on your lap as you also got on with some work thatneeded to be caught up on. It was a peaceful time for the both ofyou.

   Butthen there were days when you had perhaps taken in too much sugarbefore the training session, and you insisted on bouncing around thetraining room with your music blasting and your feet slamming againstthe floor as you insisted on Keith dancing with you.

   Dayslike today.

   Hehad only been training for the likes of ten minutes and you werealready a bubbling mess around him. He tried his hardest to ignorethe blast of pop music ringing out from your laptops speakers, thoughthe way your screeching voice echoed over the top of it made thattask quite difficult.

    Keithinhaled deeply, slamming his fist into the punching bag for thehundredth time that day. His muscles were aching, his head waspounding, his patience was running low.

   Hehad to admit, though – you looked adorable.

   “Starships,were meant to fly-y-y-y!” you yelled, throwing your arms up in theair and doing a little twirl as you sang along to Nicki Minaj. “Comeon Keith! You know this one.”

    Keithignored you, turning his attention fully to the punching bag.

   Youwere adamant, though. For weeks, Keith had been like this – onedge. He was in the training room twenty four seven, insisting thathe 'bulk up' for when the Galra come to invade at long last. No otherPaladins had been so on edge about such a thing, and so you struggledto understand why Keith was all of a sudden.

   Youdid a small twirl, coming around fully to only wrap your hands overKeith's shoulders, tugging him away from the punching bag he hadbrutally been beating the entire session. He stumbled into your grip,grunting a little bit at the sudden movement of his body, but he wasquick to spin around, clasping his hands onto your waist.

   “Y/N,”he grumbled. “What are you doing?”

   “Dancewith me,” you replied, pulling away and doing a small bow. “It'llbe fun. I heard dance was good exercise.”

   “I'mnot exercising,” Keith insisted.

   Yourolled your eyes, having heard the very same excuse a thousand timesbefore. “Right. I forgot. You're training.”

   “Thereis a difference, you know.”

   “Well,unless you have a good balance of training and exercising, you'regonna get nowhere.” You dove forward, grabbing onto his hand andforcing him into a spin. He stumbled as he did so, barely catchinghimself on the yoga mat trolley. “You should rap the chorus. Youlook like you'd be a good rapper.”

   “Y/N,”Keith groaned, swinging his head back in protest. You giggled at hisreaction, at how easy it was to annoy him. “Do you not have work todo?”

   Younodded. You did, but it could wait. At that moment, your mainpriority was getting Keith to loosen up a little bit, and you wouldtake it to the grave if you had to.

   “Soyou should do it,” Keith said upon your nodding. He attempted towriggle from your grip, but you latch your free hand over the onealready grabbing his, dragging him backwards with more force.

   Soon,the lyrics were bursting from your mouth in obnoxious screeches.Keith winced everytime a note cracked in your voice, or every timeyou couldn't hold back your giggles at his reaction. But at the sametime of his wincing, he was also enjoying himself and you could seethat from the way he gently swayed his hips to the music of the nowsoft beat serenading the two of you through your laptop screen.

   Itwasn't much, and you knew that. He would still spring back to thesame old Keith that was anxious and worried for his Paladins, worriedfor you, but this moment would be cherished until another chance tohave a moment like this came back around. The way his face seemed tosoften a little bit, or the way he pretended to hate it when he wasclearly having a good time – he was.

   Hewas having a good time and even he knew it. He would never admit it,but he loved moments like these just as much as you did. Whenever itwas just the two of you, and you were being your usual, hyper selfand he could just admire the way you seemed so lost in your own head.Those soft glances you always gave to him, the way your lips quirkedup or the way you flung your head back to yell out the lyrics of somesong you barely even knew the lyrics to.

   Hechuckled when 'Hey There, Delilah' came on and you immediatelystarted bouncing up and down on your toes, little 'ooh's' escapingyour mouth before the lyrics overtook them, you screaming out thelyrics to the old song.

   Keithchuckled, finding it all so amusing and yet all so confusing at thesame time. If this was Lance, Keith would have packed up and left theroom. If this was anybody else, hewould have just excused himself, but here he was – looking at youas you danced around and yelled the words to some earth song that hehadn't heard in years.

   Beforehe knew what he was doing, his hands were wrapping themselves backaround your waist, tugging you into his chest. You stopped singing,surprise overtaking you at this sudden actions. He doesn't allow youto ask what he's doing before he's slammed his lips to yours.

    Heclaimed it was to shut you up. He said he just didn't want to hearyour over-exaggerated ballad any longer, but it wasn't. It was allhim. His feelings, his confusion, his love. Looking at you gettingdazed, locked in your own head as the lyrics spilled from your mouth,made his heart beat race and he just craved you.Craved to feel your lips on his, craved to feel your nimble fingerstrailing in his hair, just like they always did whenever he kissedyou in the way he was right now.

   Hisfingers gently trailed along your jaw, drawing small circles on thesensitive skin. He could hear you giggling beneath his lips, and heknew full what you were thinking: I've cracked him. Hewould dismiss that thought later on, but right now, you were right.

   Youhad cracked him. Nobody else had managed to do that – not in years.Yet here you were, the most hyper person he had ever met in his life,pressing your lips to his and enjoying his presence. You were likethe sun, and he was the moon, and you two contradicted each other somuch but he would have it no other way.