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Chapter 16 of In My Life

Wonderful Christmastime

By Paul McCartney and Wings

Once again, a big thanks to Karen Bockius for helping me out as beta. Sorry that it’s taken a while to get this chapter out. Between starting a new job and going away for a few days, I’ve been behind a little. This chapter is about some Christmas fluff and sentimentality. Things also get a little steamier between our favourite couple! I’ve posted a link to the song at the end of the chapter. I’ve also posted a video of Christmas at Selfridges from 2021.

By the end of the week, Demelza and Ross had settled into a routine as much as they could with his home health appointments and Dem’s rehearsals. Ross usually stayed in bed with his foot propped up after Demelza left for rehearsal. His home health aide usually came around 11:00 and would help Ross get a shower and into some clothes. He found it easier to wear shorts for now. The aide helped Ross out to the living room, and work on exercises so that the muscles in his foot wouldn’t freeze in a bad position, then fix Ross something to eat before she left at 1:00. He was trying to get as much work accomplished at home as he could. He was now sitting in on a few zoom meetings about the acquisition that he was working on before his surgery. Jenny was a big help and would come over with her laptop so that they could work on a few things together. It was just enough activity to keep Ross from going insane sitting around the house. Demelza usually made it home by 5:00 after rehearsal. They had put off their dinner date with Drake until the weekend since the week was busy enough as it was.

It was Friday and Demelza was trying to get her cello through the door. She brought it home to practice for her upcoming gigs. Ross was pretty excited about this since he still hadn’t heard Demelza play just by herself.

“Judas Ross, I’m not sure where the best place is for the cello. I need to put it somewhere where it won’t be a hazard to you and your crutches.”

Ross was looking around the living room. It really wasn’t that big of a room. “Umm what about the kitchen? I don’t usually go in there, and I should still be able to hear you play from here.”

“Right. I guess that is probably the safest bet. I’ll just go sit this in there. Do you need anything while I’m in there?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you. All I need is you darlin.”

Demelza came back in with 2 bottles of water, gave Ross a hello kiss and sat down on the sofa next to him. “Hiya Ross.”

“Hiya Demelza. How was your day?” He was holding Demelza and was caressing her fingers.

“It was fine I guess. I’m a bit off on Christmas music already.”

“Already? Babe it’s only week one!” He was looking at the palm side of her hand. “Dem…”

“Hmmm …”

“Are these calluses on your fingers?”

“Yeah, why?”

“How have I never noticed these?” He started kissing each finger.

“I don’t know. Maybe you usually hold my other hand? Aww you’re so sweet kissing my calluses!”

“I have some really good lotion that you could use to help heal these.”

“Oh I appreciate that Ross, but it’s good for me to have calluses on my fingers, so they don’t bleed or hurt while I play.”

“I didn’t realise that. Do you have any on your right hand?” Ross was inspecting her hands now.

“I just have the one on my thumb from when I have to pluck a string.”

Ross leaned over and kissed her temple, “Mmm what else do I need to learn about playing the cello?”

"Mmm I don’t know. I guess I could always teach you the different parts of the cello. Let’s see… there’s the neck, the scroll…” Demelza’s voice seemed to get lower, “the tailpiece…”

“The tailpiece? Now that sounds interesting.” Ross kissed her again. “Tell me, what are the other parts of the cello my dear?”

Demelza giggled, “the bridge of course, the fine tuners, the f-hole…”

That got Ross’s attention, “The f-hole? Now that sounds interesting.”

“I thought that would get your attention!” She was laughing now. Ross went in for another kiss but Demelza’s phone buzzed. “Oh it’s Drake. He wants to know if we are still on for pizza tomorrow night? We could postpone it, I’m sure he would understand.”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t want to postpone it again. It’ll be great getting together with him and hearing some cheeky stories about you growing up!”

Demelza texted Drake back. “Well, there won’t be many of those I can tell you that much. Have you thought about what you want to do for Christmas? Did you want to have Verity drive you to Nampara? Or do you want to stay here and I can fix us a Christmas dinner, maybe have Drake over?”

“I like the idea of staying here. I’m not sure if mum and da would want to join us or not. Would it bother you if I asked them to come up here for Christmas?”

“No, of course not. Is Dwight usually alone for Christmas?”

“If he’s not working he usually has Christmas with his da. What about your flatmates?”

“Caroline usually goes home to her Uncle Ray’s, and James and Henry usually go home to their families, so most of the time it’s just Drake and I. Every once in a while Sam comes home from whatever country he is in.”

“So, it would be Mum and da if they come up, and Drake, and you and I. I think that sounds lovely. Not an overwhelming amount of people.” Ross leaned over and gave Demelza a kiss.

“I think that sounds nice Ross. What about Verity? Did you want to invite her and her boyfriend?”

“She usually goes home to her father’s for Christmas, but after the arguments that she’s had with Uncle Charles over dating Andrew, it’s hard to tell what she’ll be doing. I’ll let her know that she and Andrew are welcome.”

“How is your foot Ross? Has it been painful today?”

“Not as bad. I’ve only taken pain medicine once. Now enough of this chit chat. Come here closer, my love. I wish to take you in my arms and ravage your neck!” He had a devilish grin on his voice and an evil laugh.

Demelza slowly crept up on Ross’s lap, her most favourite place to sit lately, “Oh you do, my lord!”

“Yes indeed! Maybe learn some more parts of the cello!”

“Ross you’re incorrigible.”

“Mmm but you still love me.” And with that Ross began kissing her cheek, and then tucked his head to nibble on Demelza’s neck just behind her ear. He heard a slight squeal from Demelza. “Do you like it when I kiss you there, my love? Or maybe here.” Ross lowered his lips to just below her jawline. Demelza closed her eyes and rolled her head back to expose more of the white skin of her neck, only now it was becoming pink with flush. Ross gave a slight growl as he kept kissing her neck, nipping it along the way. Demelza was feeling a growing heat in her core, but at the same time was feeling light headed. Ross opened his eyes to look at the expression on this woman’s beautiful face. Her neck and cheeks were rosy, her mouth slightly open with increased breathing. She was a picture of love. She opened her eyes to find him looking at her. “How do you like to be kissed, Demelza?”

And with that her hands reached up to his face and surprisingly pulled a shocked Ross in for a passionate kiss. Once he was over the surprise, Ross lightly brushed her lower lip with his tongue, prompting Demelza to open her mouth for him to enter her mouth. Demelza was surprising herself at how much she was enjoying this and let a moan slip out. “Ohh Ross.” She was enjoying rubbing her cheek against the now four day beard growth on his face like a kitten. She found herself nibbling on his strong jawline, taking in his scent. Her breathing was speeding up and her chest heaving and it was starting to frighten her. “Ross…”

“Yes, my love.” Ross’s hands were now caressing the skin under her shirt.

Demelza could feel his hands on her bare skin and she thought for sure he was setting her skin on fire. She tried to slow down her breathing but it wasn’t working. “Ross… I, I, can’t breathe…”

It finally dawned on Ross that Demelza was in distress. He pulled away from her and saw that she was having a hard time breathing. “Demelza, calm down. Try to slow your breathing. Demelza! Look at me! Watch me and do what I do! Breathe in through your nose… then let the air out slowly through your mouth.” He was breathing in through his nose and letting it out with Demelza now doing the same as he was until she finally calmed down. He was terrified at what just happened. He finally realised how tight he was holding her arms when he let go. “Demelza, my God, are you alright? What just happened?”

“I don’t know. That’s never happened to me before!”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No! No, it was nothing like that. I, I think I was just feeling overwhelmed at how….” she looked down feeling embarrassed now. Her feelings for Ross have been growing ever since their talk when Ross told her about Claude and Elizabeth. It seemed as though there was nothing that they couldn’t talk about now.

“At how… much you were enjoying yourself and your feelings?” Ross asked.

Demelza was embarrassed and started to get up, “I should get up and fix us some supper.” Ross grabbed her hand before she could escape him.

“No, no, no you don’t. I don’t care if I eat cereal for supper. You are not escaping me now, my love. Please just sit down and relax, or better yet lay down and place your head in my lap so that I can look down and make sure that you’re alright.”

She hesitated, so he put a soft pillow on his lap and patted it for her to lay her head. So she laid down and placed her head on the pillow, and smiled up at him while he played with her hair. She felt herself relax while he was stroking her hair. He was staring into her eyes, but slowly her eyelids became heavy and eventually closed. He was smiling at her while she slept. He felt bad that her feelings overwhelmed her, but he was wondering if it meant that she was getting close to taking the next step in their relationship. He wanted her first time to be special and something that she would enjoy and not regret later. Ross had felt the closeness between the two of them become stronger ever since the night he told her about his brother and Elizabeth. He feared it would push her away from him, but instead it did the opposite. And he loved her even more because of it.

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

An hour or so had passed and Demelza was still asleep on Ross’s lap. He didn’t mind her taking a nap. He was pleased that she was resting. He knew how exhausting the week had been for her with his surgery, meeting his family, rehearsals and trying to take care of him. He was enjoying the opportunity to just stare at her and think of their future. But he was feeling an increasing need to get up to go to the bathroom, but he didn’t want to disturb her. He was trying to lift her head gently while standing on one leg without waking her up, but it wasn’t working. Demelza was starting to stir. “Ross, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just trying to get up without waking you. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re fine. Can I get you something? I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.” She was stretching trying to wake up.

“No, I’m fine. I’m glad you got some rest. I just need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Ok. Let me know if you need help.” She looked at her phone and saw that it was almost 7:00. “Judas, I slept a long time.”

*******

Ross crutched his way back into the living room.

“Ross, are you hungry? I can fix us something to eat. I’ll go look and see what we have.”

Ross grabbed her arm, “Don’t trouble yourself. I told you that I can eat cereal. I’m fine with that.”

“You can’t have cereal for supper!”

“Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time. I really don’t mind. We’ve both had a long week and you don’t need to cook for me all of the time. We’re having pizza tomorrow night with your brother. Just break out the cereal bowls!”

Demelza was chuckling and shrugged her shoulders, “Alright if you insist!”

*******

Ross and Demelza were both comfy in bed watching TV after they ate their cereal. They had decided on bingeing “Stranger Things” although Demelza wasn’t sure if this was the best choice. “If I have nightmares Ross, it’s going to be your fault!”

“Don’t worry my love, I shall protect you from the mind slayer!”

Ross had been pondering another thought and gave Demelza a side glance. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Have you decided to feed me to the mind slayer?”

Ross smiled, “No, but I have been thinking about something else. Is it not the Christmas season, full of yuletide cheer and all that?”

Demelza wasn’t sure of where he was going with this question, “yes?’

“We need a tree! A Christmas tree!” Ross had this excited five year old look on his face!

Demelza was giggling at him, “Well do you have one that we can put up?”

“What? No, no we have to go to a lot somewhere and buy one! Or better yet, cut one down! We don’t use artificial trees in the Poldark family!!”

“But Ross, you’re on crutches! You can’t cut a tree down, and I’m not cutting a tree down that’s for sure!”

Ross sounded defeated, “oh yeah. Well, we have to figure it out this weekend, because you’re busy every weekend until Christmas! Maybe Drake can help us, or Dwight.”

“Possibly. I can text Drake and see if he’s busy. He probably couldn’t do it tomorrow because the dry cleaners are open tomorrow, but maybe Sunday? And Ross, do you even have any decorations, or any Christmas lights?”

Ross was getting excited again, “Yes! I do! Not a lot but some. I think they are in the cabinet under the staircase. And if they are old or damaged we can just go buy more! I don’t have any of the old family ones, mum still uses those at Nampara.” He noticed that Demelza wasn’t quite as excited as he was. “Babe, are you alright?”

She smiled at him calling her ‘babe’. “Yes, I’m fine. I’ve just never seen anyone this excited about Christmas before.”

He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I’m sorry. I’m guessing that your Christmases weren’t very happy while you were growing up?”

She smiled at him, “No they weren’t. If we ever got a present, it was usually from a church or an organisation that would adopt a family at Christmas. When mum was still alive she would try to save money back to buy something special for a Christmas dinner, but that didn’t always work out. And then after she died, da was usually drunk on Christmas day and we just fended for ourselves. If he gave us money for food, we usually bought turkey TV dinners that had cranberry sauce in it. But don’t worry about all of that. If you want a tree, we can put up a tree! It will be our first Christmas together!!”

Ross grabbed Demelza up in his arms and gave her an enthusiastic kiss! “That’s the spirit! Now first things first. We need to find me a wheelchair!!”

*********

Demelza was asleep for the night, but Ross was so excited about the thought of going shopping with Demelza in the morning that he couldn’t sleep. And he wanted the day to go perfectly. He wasn’t quite sure of where to take her shopping so he texted Verity.

“🤗 Verity! Are you still awake? ”

“I am now! Are you alright? How are you feeling? 🙋 ”

“I feel fine. But I need some help from you.”

“Do you need me to come over?”

“No, no. Nothing like that. Demelza and I are going to get a Christmas tree this weekend. I’m afraid that I don’t have many decorations. And I don’t remember for sure where I’ve put them. Where’s a good place to go for Christmas decorations?”

“Well that depends. Do you want to go all out and get something fancy, or are typical Christmas decorations alright?”

“This is our first Christmas together so I think I want to go all out! 🎄 ”

“Well then go to Selfridges!💲🧑‍🎄 ”

“Selfridges! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’re a man! Would you like me to go with you?”

“I don’t think so. But thanks anyway. I think this is something Demelza would like to do just the two of us.”

“Have you figured out how you’re going to get around? Demelza doesn’t drive and you would be miserable on the tube especially carrying packages.”

“I’ve hired a car. I’ve got that all sorted. I just wasn’t sure where to go.”

“Well let me know if you need any help. Andrew can come along and help as well. And Ross… be careful with your spending.”

“What do you mean? I can afford to splurge a little.”

“Yes, but don’t overwhelm Demelza with it. She’s not used to that kind of spending and you don’t want to scare her off.”

“Good thinking cuz. I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Luv you! 😘”

“Luv you! And be careful with those crutches! 😘 ”

*******

Ross woke up to ‘Silent Night’ playing somewhere. He looked over at the other side of the bed to find it empty. He smiled when he realised that Demelza was practising in the kitchen. He thought What a lovely sound to wake up to! He snuck out as well as he could on crutches so he could video her playing without her knowing. She was a beautiful sight sitting in the corner with her cello, her red hair down and her curls wild. She looked like an angel. Her eyes were closed and the look on her face was pure joy. She was obviously lost in the music. What a beautiful creature. Not only is she beautiful but she is a person of depth and strength who clawed her way out of poverty and followed her dreams. Lord, I love her! He would remember this vision forever. He backed away so that he wouldn’t bother her haven.

******

Demelza and Ross were dressed and finishing breakfast when the doorbell rang.

“Are you expecting someone Ross?”

“Yes, could you go answer the door, please?”

Demelza opened the door, and Frank, the driver from Ross’s work, was standing there. “Frank! How are you?”

“Very well thank you Miss Carne. And yourself?”

“I’m a little confused right now, but please come in.”

Ross was smiling at Frank and welcomed him in. His plan was now in motion! “Frank! Thanks for coming and helping us out! Were you able to find a wheelchair for me?”

“Yes I did Mr. Poldark, it’s in the boot.”

Demelza was looking at both of the men, “Ross, what is going on?”

“Demelza, I told you last night that we needed to go shopping today. Remember I said that we needed to get a wheelchair?”

“I thought you were just joking!”

“Demelza, I never joke about Christmas shopping. So Frank here is going to drive us around wherever we want to go to find Christmas decorations for the tree.”

“But we don’t have a tree…”

“Not yet we don’t!! But that’s for tomorrow. Now let’s get our coats on before Frank gets bored with our conversation!”

Demelza looked at the two men suspiciously. “For some reason I don’t trust the two of you!”

Frank gave Demela a pseudo shocked face, “Why Miss Carne you’ve hurt my feelings!”

*******

Demelza sat up in the front seat next to Frank so that Ross could prop his leg up in the backseat. She was trying to figure out where they were going shopping because they had passed Wal-mart, so she really didn’t have a clue. Finally she asked, “Where are we going, Ross?”

Ross mumbled something.

“What did you say? I couldn’t understand you.”

He mumbled again.

“Ross! Where are we going?”

“Selfridges!! I wanted to surprise you!”

Demelza was gobsmacked. “Did you say Selfridges?”

“Yes, my love.” Ross was trying to butter her up now.

“But Ross everything is so expensive there. We don’t need to spend that kind of money for Christmas decorations.”

“Baby just bear with me. We’ll go in and take a look and if you don’t like anything they have, then we can go someplace else.” Now he was giving her puppy dog eyes! “Pretty please?”

Demelza rolled her eyes, “Bloody hell, you’re layin it on pretty thick aren’t you!” She looked at him again and gave up. “Alright, we can check it out. Besides, what choice do I have!”

“Yes! That’s my girl!”

Frank gave her a side glance, “You’re going to have to watch out for that one in the backseat Miss Carne! He’ll have you wearing a tiara before you know it!”

“I’m starting to figure that out Frank!”

“I take it that you’ve never been to Selfridges, Miss Carne?”

“No I haven’t. I’ve heard a lot about it and I know there have been a few shows about it on the tele, but I’ve never been there.”

“It has quite a rich history. It started in the early 1900’s by an American chap by the name of Harry Gordon Selfridge and he built the store literally from the ground up. He reinvented how the public shopped in department stores. He used to plan these big grand events in the store to bring customers in. He had quite the flair for the dramatic! I’m sure it’s decorated for Christmas right now so you’re in for a treat! And their window displays are absolutely brilliant!”

*******

Frank parked the car behind the store so that Ross could use the handicap entrance. At first Frank was just going to wait for them in the car, but Ross asked him if he wouldn’t mind going along in case they needed some extra hands. Between the wheelchair, the crutches, and the shopping bags, this could be like a Laurel and Hardy adventure!

Once they were inside a Selfridge associate offered to keep Ross’s crutches at the customer service desk. Frank laughingly whispered to Ross ”they just don’t want you knocking things off the counter tops with them!”

Ross was watching Demelza’s face as she walked around, clearly overwhelmed by everything. Ross was even a little overwhelmed, and he had been there before! The store had definitely gone all out with the Christmas decorations.

“Oh Frank you were right! This place is incredible!” There were Christmas lights everywhere, and gigantic ornaments hanging from the ceiling! Christmas trees were everywhere either for sale, or just for decoration. There was every type of Nutcracker that you could ask for! No surface was untouched by Christmas. “Ross, I don’t know where to look first! This is just… beyond words! How do we… where do we go first?”

A Selfridge associate could see that Demelza wasn’t sure where to go, “Hello, my name is Samantha. May I help you?”

Demelza took a step back, “Oh. Hello. We need to look for Christmas tree decorations.”

“Great! Do you think you’ll be buying a few things, or for a whole tree?”

Ross stepped into the conversation, “Oh we’re buying for a whole tree. This is our first Christmas!” Ross had this big grin on his face, and Samantha was getting a kick out of Ross’s eagerness.

Demelza was trying to give Ross a look to tell him to slow down, but he just ignored her! “Ross, we don’t have to buy everything today!”

He frowned like a scolded school boy. “No we don’t. We agreed that we would look and see what they have.”

Samantha guided them to the holiday section that had all of the tree decorations, and if Demelza wasn’t overwhelmed before, she certainly was now. Samantha looked at Demelza and said, “Now don’t panic! Do you have a certain theme in mind?”

Demelza was looking all around. Everywhere she looked there was a different tree decorated in a different theme. She didn’t even know Christmas trees had themes!! Ross could see this was really overwhelming her, so he grabbed his hand and held it for some reassurance.

Finally Demelza spoke up, “No. I didn’t know Christmas trees were supposed to have themes.”

Ross gave her hand a squeeze to let her know that he was there for her.

The Selfridge associate spoke up, “Oh you don’t have to have a theme. Everyone is different. I was just trying to get an idea of what you might like. Some people like trees with all of the same coloured ornaments, like red or gold, or if there is something that they collect like Nutcrackers or ice skates. We have a variety of colours of lights as well. The trees that we have decorated in themes are to help our customers find an ornament if they are looking for something in particular that they are looking for, like a Father Christmas. So don’t feel like you have to decorate your tree to look exactly like ours. Oh and here’s a tip… don’t be afraid to put more than one ornament on a limb, as long as it’s a strong limb or an artificial tree. See, look at this one. The heavier ornament is placed further back and then a second smaller one is placed closer to the end of the branch. That way you can fit more ornaments on your tree. Does that help?”

Ross and Demelza looked at each other. He was hoping that she was feeling less shocked by everything. She was still holding his hand when she told Samantha, “Yes, I think it does. Thank you. So if we see something that we like, is there a bag for us to put it in?”

Samantha walked over to the counter and came back with a wheeled canvas shopping cart for Demelza. “You can use this to put your items in. If you need more help, please don’t hesitate to ask me or any of our associates. And please take your time.”

Ross raised his hand to shake Samantha’s hand, “Thank you Samantha. We appreciate your help.” She walked away to leave the trio alone to look around.

Demelza let out a big sigh as she shook her head.

“Darlin, if you’re not really into shopping here we can go wherever you want. I only wanted to spoil you.” Ross tried to say in his best understanding voice.

She leaned down and gave him a quick peck on his nose. “Well we’re here, we might as well buy something!”

Frank spoke up, “May I suggest that you start with what coloured lights you prefer?”

“Oi Frank! I knew it was a good idea to bring you along! What colour of lights do you like Demelza? White, multi-colour, red, blue, green?”

“Oh goodness. Do you have a favourite Ross?”

“Not at all. My mum either used the white or clear lights and sometimes she would use the multi-coloured lights. So it doesn’t matter to me.” He was afraid to ask her what coloured lights they used on her family’s trees. He didn’t want to bring up bad memories. He decided to make a decision. “How about the white lights? That way whatever other decorations we purchase will go with the lights.”

“That’s a brilliant idea Ross! Decision one has been made!” Demelza smiled.

Once Demelza realised that she didn’t have to decorate by a certain theme, and could just pick up this n that, she started to relax and have fun. It made Ross so happy to watch her eyes as she looked at everything. The inner child in her that never got to celebrate a real Christmas was starting to come out. When she found the tree that was decorated in snowflakes she went wild!!

“Oh Rosss! Look at this tree! It’s so beautiful!! Look at all of the different snowflakes, and they’re different colours! Look Ross! Some of them are silver and blue, and even purple!! Oh Ross, I love this tree! What do you think?” When she turned to face him, he saw that her eyes were watery.

“I think it’s the perfect tree for us. Let’s get whatever we need! And don’t forget a topper for the tree.”

She had a scared look on her face now. “A topper?”

“Mmm hmmm. Some people put a star on top, some people put an angel on top, some ….”

“An angel! Can we get an angel Ross?”

“Of course we can!” His heart squeezed by the way she asked.

They didn’t even realise that Frank had wandered off until he came back again, “May I suggest this ornament? Seems appropriate for the occasion.” It was an ornament of a front door, and it said ‘Our First Christmas’ on it. “I believe there’s someone around here that can put the date on it for you.”

Demelza took one look at it, and the weight of everything they were doing today hit her. She could barely speak. “Oh Frank! Thank you!” and she grabbed him for a big hug and let her tears fall. Ross had a big lump in his throat watching the scene.

Before they left the store they had found a few ornaments that they thought were special for them, like an ornament that looked like Seamus, and Ross found a cello ornament and some other musical instruments. They even found a nativity scene that they both liked. It wasn’t a grand ornate set, but more on the simple side. They found three Christmas stockings to hang up, one for each of them and of course Seamus!

Ross was looking at the time on his watch. It was almost 2:00 and he had made surprise reservations for the Italian restaurant upstairs for 2:30. “It’s 2:00. Are either of you hungry?” Demelza smiled at him because Ross was always hungry. “We could eat upstairs in one of the restaurants before we go home? What do you think, Frank?”

Frank was in on Ross’s plan so of course he agreed with everything. “Oh that sounds fine with me. It has been a while since I’ve broken my fast.”

Ross looked at Demelza. She was looking at her phone. “Demelza? Babe?”

“Hmmm, oh I’m sorry, I was checking to see when Drake would be over tonight. He’s still at work so he said it would be a while, so I guess it would be alright. What are we going to do with all of this stuff while we eat?”

“Let me go ask Miss Samantha.” Frank walked over to the associate.

“I’ll go with you Frank.” Ross spoke up and wheeled himself to catch up with Frank.

Demelza narrowed her eyes at him, “What are you up to Ross Poldark?” She watched the conversation closely, but she couldn’t figure out what plan might be in the works.

Ross spoke softly to Samantha, “Is there a way that I can get this stuff paid for without my girlfriend knowing how much I spent? Can I just give you my card while we go upstairs to eat? We have 2:30 reservations at The Alto, which Demelza also doesn’t know about!”

“My, my aren’t you the sneaky one! Well we don’t normally take a customer’s card as a rule in case something were to happen to it.” She responded.

“How about I stay with the merchandise with your card Ross. I’ll pay for it and have someone help me out to the car, and then I’ll meet you and Demelza upstairs at the restaurant? Will that work to your satisfaction? Miss Samantha?” Frank suggested.

“Let me ask one of my managers. I’m not sure about the signature part.” Samantha called a manager on her phone to find out what was acceptable. This was taking too much time and Ross was starting to squirm when he saw Demelza giving him a raised eyebrow. Now she crossed her arms. He tried to give her a polite smile but he was sure that wasn’t working. Finally Samantha hung up. “Sorry, that took so long. My manager said that it was okay as long as it was alright with you. He suggested that you give your friend your driver’s licence in case there is an issue, and I will have to go with you to the cashier to make sure that everything goes smoothly. How does that sound?”

Ross and Frank both sighed! “That sounds perfect. Frank, here's my licence and my card. And I’ll have Demelza wheel me up in the lift. Supposedly that restaurant accommodates wheelchairs.”

“You’ve done your research!” Samantha said. “Now Frank, let’s get those packages over to the cashier!”

Frank looked at Ross, “Ross do me a favour, if you ever try to pull a surprise proposal on Demelza, leave me out of it!” All three laughed at Frank’s remark.

“You never know Frank. You never know.!”

*****

Ross wheeled himself over to Demelza. She saw Frank and Samantha gathering up all of the decorations that they had chosen. “Ross, what’s going on? Where are they taking the decorations? And what was all of that laughing about?”

Ross took her hand, “Nothing to worry about baby. They’re going to get everything rung up and taken to the car, and you and I are going upstairs to the Italian restaurant to get a table. Frank is going to meet us up there after everything’s in the car and then we don’t have to worry about hanging onto the packages at the table.”

“Oh. Right. I guess that makes sense. Are you sure he doesn’t need me to help him?”

“No, it's fine. Samantha is going to help him along with another associate. Now let’s find the lift. I’m starved!” He gave her hand a kiss.

“Ross you’re always starving. I suppose I’m getting hungry as well. Let’s go find the lift!”

******

Demelza pushed Ross up to the Maitre d’.

“Good afternoon. Welcome to The Alto by San Carlo. How can I help you?”

Demelza timidly spoke up, “We would like a table for three please.”

“Do you have a reservation?”

This took Demelza by surprise, “Oh no, we…”

Ross looked at the Maitre d’ and cleared his throat, “Yes we do. Reservations for Poldark.”

The Maitre d’ checked his notepad for the reservation and found it. “Ah yes, we have it right here Mr. Poldark. Table for three, wheelchair accessible. Please follow me.”

Demelza flicked the back of one of Ross’s ears, “Ross Poldark what have you done!”

“Ow! That hurt!” Ross was rubbing his ear. “I just wanted to make sure that we had a table so I called for reservations!”

The Maitre d’ helped Ross’s wheelchair get settled at the table and then pulled out a chair for Demelza. “Will your third party be joining you shortly?”

“Yes, he’s just putting our packages in the car. We would like a bottle of Proseco please.” Ross said.

“Very well Mr. Poldark.”

“Ross! Prosecco and reservations! What are you up to? You’re not going to propose are you?”

This made Ross choke on his water. “Demelza please. No, I’m not going to propose, at least not today. Darlin, I just wanted to make today special for you, and I knew that if I told you my plan, you would get upset and would object and say it’s too expensive! You know that I don’t usually go all out like this. And by the way my ear still hurts!” He looked at her and put his hand on hers, “Still love me?”

Demelza looked down and shook her head and looked back into his eyes. “Ross, I should crown you!” Her eyes had a slight hint of tears in them now. “Of course I do!” He smiled at her and gave her hand another kiss.

********

They were sipping on the Prosecco and looking at the menus when Frank arrived at the table out of breath, and sat down while Ross poured him a glass. “Well that lot is all taken care of now. Time to relax!” He just about gulped the whole glass down at once which Ross thought was hysterical!!

Ross patted him on the shoulder. “Whoa there take it easy Frank we’ve got all day!! And thank you, sincerely, for taking care of all of that for me, and for driving us out here and everything else that you’ve done to help make this a special day for Demelza. To Frank!” He and Demelza raised their glasses to their dear friend, “To Frank!!” He had to pour more Proseco in Frank’s glass so that he could drink the toast!!

Demelza raised an eyebrow at Frank, “I had a feeling that you were in all of this tomfoolery!!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about? I’m just the bloody driver!” He smirked at her. “I guess that I better be paying attention to the menu before you fire me!”

“You two order anything you want, doctors orders!” Ross joked.

The server came by to see if they were ready to order. Ross instructed, “No can you please give us some more time. Oh and another bottle of Prosecco!”

“Judas Ross!”

******

“Lord, Ross, there are so many choices! I don’t know what to get! The pizza sounds good…” she noticed that Frank and Ross were both giving her the stink eye.

“Demelza I will not allow you to get pizza. Besides, we are having pizza tonight with Drake. Have some pasta or beef. I was looking at the fillet. You could have chicken. What about you Frank? Anything whet your appetite?”

“Oh I’m looking at the fish selections. It’s been a while since I’ve had any. Do you like fish Demelza?”

“Mmm some of it. I’m allergic to shrimp, so I tend to stay away from most of it. But you go ahead and order it. It won’t bother me.”

“Are you sure? I would hate for you to have an allergic reaction on my account.”

“No! Please, order whatever you wish. I will let them know about my allergy so that they don’t cross contaminate the cooking utensils.”

The server came back with the second bottle of Prosecco. “Are you ready to order?”

Ross looked up at him, “Yes, I believe so. Could we start with the antipasto appetiser and some bread please, oh and some olives for all of us as well. Demelza are you ready to order?”

“I can’t decide! You go ahead Frank!” Ross chuckled at her. She tends to have a hard time ordering in restaurants.

“Alright, I’ll go first. I would like the fillet of sea bass please. And I’d like the roasted potatoes with onions on the side.”

“Thank you sir. Ma’am have you decided?”

“Umm I think I’ll have the spaghetti carbonara please.”

“Would you care for any sides with that ma’am?”

“No, I think that will be all for me.” Ross was giving her another stink eye.

“And for you sir?”

“I am going to have the fillet of beef with the truffle sauce, and I’ll have the roasted potatoes with onions as well. And also the caprese salad. And also, the beautiful woman to my side has an allergy to shrimp, so could you please advise the chef not to cross contaminate the cooking utensils for her meal please? Thank you.”

“No problem at all sir. And I will be back with your appetisers.”

Now Demelza was throwing the stink eye at Ross. “I can’t believe all of that food you ordered? Are you really going to eat all of that?”

“No my love, you are going to help me, because I know your appetite, and I know that you didn’t order enough to fill your big toe!”

That really tickled Frank - or was it the Proseco?! “Oh bloody hell that was funny!!” Ross and Demelza laughed more at Frank, while Ross poured everyone more Prosecco!

Ross reached over for Demelza’s hand and kissed it. “Now relax, please! Enjoy the surroundings! Enjoy the Christmas music and decorations!!”

She let out a big sigh, “Oh I suppose you’re right. It is beautiful up here and the view is amazing!”

“And the Prosecco is amazing!” Frank said! This made Ross laugh that way he laughs with his whole face and mouth wide open. It was a good thing there weren’t many customers in the restaurant this time of day.

The server came back with the appetisers that Ross had ordered and plates for everyone to share. Ross started passing the bread around, “Here Frank, maybe some of this bread will soak up that Prosecco so that you can drive us home!”

“Oh this bread is amazing, and the olives as well. I’m glad you ordered this Ross!”

Ross smiled at his love. “See. Do as the Italians do and enjoy life!”

*******

Demelza’s phone buzzed. She picked it up and noticed that it was Drake. “Ross, Drake wants to know about when he should come over tonight? It’s already 3:30 and the main course hasn’t come out yet. What should I tell him?”

Ross looked over at Frank enjoying himself. He wasn’t sure if he would be in any condition to drive home by the time they were done, but he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. He looked at Demela, “Let me text him back. Yeah?”

Demelza wasn’t sure what he was up to again, so she just nodded her head at him.

Hiya Drake this is Ross. We r still at Selfridges. Our friend who is supposed to b driving us is a touch intoxicated. Could u take a cab and meet us here, I'll pay for it, and possibly drive us to mine. Then I think Frank can drive himself home from there. If you’d like, bring some extra clothes and spend the night, and then tomorrow we can go 🎄shopping?

Demelza looked at the text and just shook her head and smiled.

Hiya Ross! Sure I can do that! What time shall I meet you at Selfridges?

Just then the server brought the main course. “Does everything look satisfactory?”

Demelza spoke up for Ross, “Yes, thank you. Everything looks delicious. Could we maybe have some water refills?”

“Certainly ma’am.”

They just brought our main course, so maybe in about 45 minutes? We are up in The Alto Restaurant on the top floor. Text us when you get to Selfridges. Hopefully we can just meet you downstairs. Thanks mate!

Sounds good. I’ll text you when the cab pulls up! See ya!

“Oh my this all looks delicious! Tuck in Frank!” Ross said.

“This sea bass is mouth watering. Absolutely delicious. Thank you so much for inviting me along Ross!”

“My pleasure friend. So, Demelza’s brother is just going to meet us here since we are still out and about. So he can drive us home. So we can enjoy more Prosecco!”

“Brilliant Ross! You know, you really should teach Demelza how to drive!” That caused Demelza to drop her fork!

“Umm maybe one day when we’re down in Cornwall and she doesn't have to worry about traffic!” Ross felt a kick under the table that came from Demelza’s direction, “Ouch! Bloody hell!”

She gave Ross a smile, “What’s wrong Ross? You seem a little jumpy?”

“Oh nothing dear. Just a cramp in my sore foot! Can’t imagine where that came from?”

******

Drake’s cab pulled up to the handicapped parking spaces just as Ross, Demelza and Frank arrived.

“Thanks for bailing us drunkards out Drake!! I did have Demelza order some take away for you.” Ross noticed that Drake was carrying a large bag. “ What’s in the bag?” Ross said.

“It’s the quilt from your bed. I was able to get all of the blood removed from it.”

“Brilliant! Well done mate!”

The wheelchair took up all of the room in the boot, so between all of their purchases and an extra package, Frank and Demelza fit in the back seat like sardines in a tin!

Demelza tapped Ross on the shoulder, “Don’t forget to give Drake directions on how to get to yours.”

Drake and Ross smiled at each other. “My love, your brother has been to mine many times. I think he knows how to get there. And by the way, how is it that your brother knows how to drive and you don’t? I understand that you didn’t have a car when you were younger, but …”

“Ohhh I can explain that mate. By the time Demelza moved out and went to uni, and my other brothers had moved out as well, da had a car finally, and paid for me drivin lessons. I’ve offered to teach her, but she’s never wanted to.”

Now Ross felt like a wanker. Of course there would be more money for things like driving lessons for the youngest of six, but not for the eldest of six. He looked behind him for Demelza’s reaction. She was looking out the window, but had this angry look on her face. “Demelza…” she wouldn’t look at him. “Love, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Tis alright Ross.” She just continued staring out the window. Ross felt so bad. He didn’t realise that Demelza never learning to drive was such a sore subject. What a way to end the day on a bad note! He thought.

********

Demelza, Ross and Drake were all relaxing after Frank had finally felt well enough to drive himself home. The Selfridge bags were scattered all around the living room.

“Drake, I’m really sorry that the day didn’t turn out exactly as we had planned. We can have some pizza delivered later on. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge and the kitchen. Did you bring extra clothes to spend the night?”

“Aye, I did! And thanks for the lasagna from the restaurant. It was delicious.” He could tell that his sister was still feeling out of sorts. “Sister, have you done much cooking for Ross?” He looked at Ross. “She’s really a good cook. She knows how to create a feast from nothing!”

Demelza gave her brother a faint smile, “Yeah, I’ve cooked for him quite a bit lately. He definitely loves my lemon tart!” Demelza just couldn’t shake herself from this mood. She looked at Ross. “I think I’m going to go take a shower. Can I get you anything before I go in?”

They hadn’t been living together long, but Ross was starting to be able to read some of the signs from Demelza when she’s feeling low or feeling overwhelmed. He was learning to give her some space, time alone, something that she liked to do with a shower. “No, love, I’m good. Enjoy your shower.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the way to the bedroom.

Ross let out a big sigh. “Drake, how bout you get us some beers?”

“Ah that sounds good!”

******

Drake and Ross were sipping on their beer, watching TV when Ross decided to bring up the conversation from earlier.

“I had no idea that the driving thing was an issue for Demelza. I mean, she had told me that she never learned to drive because the family didn’t have money for a car or driving lessons, and that she never had the need later on and just took public transit. But she seemed really upset by it today. I feel like such a wanker.”

Drake sighed and got up to sit on the sofa next to Ross so he could lower his voice. “Sister suffered a lot for us boys. She had a really terrible life growing up. If it hadn’t been for her, we probably would’ve all been adopted out through social services. Maybe it would’ve been better for her if that would’ve happened. As I said earlier, I’ve offered lots of times to teach her, but she’s always said no. I don’t know if she just doesn’t feel she needs it since she lives in the city now, or if the thought of it just brings up too many bad memories. I’m really glad I can drive. I wouldn’t have my job if I couldn’t.”

“So do you think I should just let the subject drop?’

“I would, mate. If she wants to talk about it, she will.”

Ross was nodding his head in agreement. “Thanks Drake. Hey, Dem had told me a while back that you’ve been trying to get a loan to buy the business from your boss. How’s that coming along?”

“It’s frustrating, but I keep saving up my money for a down payment. My boss keeps saying that he will only sell it to me, but I get worried that one day he’s just going to want to leave and retire and close it up. I’ve learned so much from him. People think that it’s just about cleaning clothes, but there’s so much that I could do to expand the business. Like what me and my buddy did here with cleaning up the blood. We could get more equipment for home restoration from fires and floods. Or go into a home after someone has died and do a thorough cleaning, stuff like that. I really enjoy my job. I know it sounds stupid, to love working at a drycleaners, but I enjoy helping people out.”

“No, it doesn’t sound stupid at all. It’s great to love what you do. You know, I might be able to help you get a loan. I’ve been thinking about it. Normally we work on huge business mergers and acquisitions, but maybe I can help you get a loan. I’ve been wanting to talk with you about it before I did anything.”

“Really? You really think you could help me?”

“I will definitely try, but I won’t make any promises. If you could get me some information like what is the asking price, how long the business has been there at that location, what plans you have for the future. Get all of that kind of stuff down in writing, it would help a lot.”

“That’s brilliant!! Thank you so much Ross.”

Demelza walked in at the tail end of the conversation, “What’s brilliant?”

Drake jumped up, “Sister! Ross wants to try and help me get a loan to buy the dry cleaners!” He signalled for her to sit back down on the sofa next to Ross.

She looked at Ross, “Really? You think you might be able to help?”

Ross shrugged his shoulders, “I think so, but like I told Drake, we deal with large corporations. I don’t know if my bosses would be interested in financing a small business like this. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll give it a try!”

“Judas Ross! I would be that glad if you could help him!” She leaned over to give him a big hug and kiss.

He thought it was adorable the way she used the word ‘that’ in sentences sometimes. “Just remember, they might not approve the loan. The only thing I can do is try. And I would be that glad to help Drake.” He just looked at this beautiful woman. He could tell that she was feeling better. Her eyes were sparkling again and her smile was back. Ross thought, Fuck the driving! I’ll drive her around the rest of my life if she stays this happy!

********

Demelza had finally given up at 1 am and went to bed, but the guys were still going strong eating pizza, drinking beer and watching Terminator movies. She was happy to leave them to it. She loved seeing the two of them sitting on the sofa bonding over stupid movies! She snuggled under the blankets thinking about Christmas tree shopping the next day!

********

Demelza got up early the next morning while her guys were sleeping in from their night of cavemen activities. She was enjoying some quiet tea time in the kitchen before she started on brekkie. She turned on the small tele in the kitchen to enjoy some Sunday morning programs. She didn’t normally listen to the news much, but she enjoyed the Sunday morning programs. She began chopping onions for the breakfast she was going to make for Ross and Drake. She didn’t have quite everything to make for a full English breakfast, but close enough. It had been a long time since she had a chance to spoil Drake and make something special for him. She was thinking back to Drake’s comment the night before about how she could make a feast out of very little food. That had never been an issue at Ross’s house. He always had plenty of food in the cupboards and fridge on hand for her to cook. The oven dinged letting her know that the fresh scones she made were ready. She pulled those out and covered them with a tea towel to keep them warmed. She sliced up some tomatoes to grill later. She soft boiled a few eggs because she remembered how Drake loved them as a boy, and she sliced some toast into ‘logs’ for him to dunk in them. She started chopping potatoes to fry up with the chopped onion later on for Ross. She had finally learned the tricks to Ross’s coffee maker, so that was brewing. She turned on a pan to get hot for the potatoes and started setting the table. She found herself humming and enjoying all of this domesticity. It came naturally to her of course from all of her years taking care of her brothers. But now she seemed to enjoy it. In another pan she got the bacon and sausages going. Everything was going perfectly! She made sure that there was clotted cream and jam on the table along with glasses of orange juice. By the time ‘her boys’ were up there were platters of food for them everywhere on the island. She decided to set it up like a buffet so they could fill their plates with whatever they liked! Fried eggs, scrambled eggs, soft boiled eggs, toast, scones, grilled tomatoes, fried potatoes, crispy bacon, sausages, and even a plate with sliced oranges and grapes! She took a picture of all of it to post later! Soon the smell of everything brought the troops in!

Ross meandered in and gave Demelza a kiss. “Good morning Demelza. Good Lord! Who is coming for breakfast?” Ross was chuckling at the sight before him. Drake soon followed Ross into the kitchen.

“It’s just us Ross, nobody else is coming.” She smiled at them both!

“Sister! You’ve totally outdone yourself! Wait - are those soft boiled eggies?!”

Demelza grinned at Drake calling them eggies like he always did when he was a kid. “They sure are! And look - I even made toast logs for you to dunk in them!”

Drake quickly went over and gave his sister a big, long hug. Ross was thoroughly enjoying the scene because eggies and toast logs obviously meant something to them both.

They all filled their plates and sat down to eat, Demelza helping Ross because of the crutches.

“Wait!” Drake yelled out.

Ross wasn’t sure what was going on and looked at Demelza with a questioning look.

“A meal this fine deserves to be blessed. Ross, would you mind if we gave thanks?”

Demelza smiled at Ross because she knew he wasn’t sure what to do. “Uhhh you’re certainly right Drake. A wonderful meal like this deserves to be blessed. Aaand I will let you have the honour of doing so.” Demelza smiled even bigger at how well Ross handled the situation.

They all bowed their heads. “Lord, we often go through life grumblin about what we don’t have or what we want instead of giving thanks for what we do have. Thank you so much for bringing us together for this wonderful weekend of being together and having fun. Thank you also Lord, for bringing this wonderful man into my sister’s life and loving her the way he does. Finally Lord, we gave thanks for this bountiful meal set before us by my loving sister. We are truly blessed, in your name. Amen. Let’s eat!!”

Demelza grabbed her brother’s hand, tears shimmering in those blue eyes. “Thank you Drake, that was lovely.”

Ross was deeply touched by the prayer and laid a hand on Drake’s shoulder, “Thank you. That was beautiful.”

*******

Drake insisted on cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen after breakfast, so Ross and Demelza were in the bedroom getting ready for the day.

“Now that we’re alone Ross, I just wanted to thank you for having Drake here this weekend. It means a lot to me. I know the prayer thing probably threw you for a loop, but I think you could see how sincere he was. Some of the religion from Sam has rubbed off on Drake, though it’s not as powerful with Drake as it is with Sam.”

Ross sat down on the bed with her and held her hands, “Demelza my love, you don’t have to thank me for anything. My family only did prayers at the table for Christmas and Easter, but my mum did drag us to church a couple of Sundays a month. And I really like Drake and I love how he treats his sister! It’s been fun having him around last night, and today is going to be even more fun looking for a tree and then decorating it. I’m glad that he’s here to help because I sure can’t do much with my lame foot.” He placed his hand on her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “I love you so very much. And I am so excited for our first Christmas together.”

“Rrross!”

********

In order to save time, Ross decided to skip getting the van from the dry cleaners, and attempt to put whatever tree they buy in the boot of his BMW. Drake found an old blanket and some rope in Ross’s garage to take with them.

They were all seated in the car when Ross spotted Drake staring at the dashboard inside the car. “Is something wrong Drake?”

Drake shook his head. “I’ve never driven a car this fancy before.”

Ross smiled at him. “It’s just a car, Drake. You’ll do fine.”

********

The first tree lot they went to didn’t have many trees to look at, so they decided to go try somewhere else.

The next tree lot was full of people and Ross was having trouble getting around on his crutches. He was trying not to lose his temper, but people just didn’t seem to pay attention to the way they were walking in front of him. Drake told them he knew of a better place for trees so they decided to get back in the car.

Ross noticed that they were driving further out of London, but he decided to let Drake just go where he thought they should go. They were definitely now in the country passing sheep farms, cattle farms and pastures of horses along the way. Finally after driving an hour and a half, Drake pulled into a driveway hidden by trees that wound its way back to a farm. A Christmas tree farm!! It looked like quite the set up with several rows of trees as far back as one could see. There looked to be a typical farmhouse along with three or four barns on the property as well. People were hauling their Christmas trees that they had picked out back to load on top of their vehicles.

Demelza was getting excited now. “Ross, look at all the trees!” Drake parked the car as close as he could get to the barns. He turned around and said “You two wait here. I’ll be right back.” Drake got out of the car and disappeared into one of the barns. Pretty soon an older man came out driving a four wheeled all terrain vehicle, with Drake sitting beside him, and two empty seats in the back, and was pulling a wagon behind it. The older gentleman looked at Ross and Demelza sitting in the car and said “You folks need a ride?!” Ross and Demelza started laughing at this. “We sure do!”

It turned out that Drake had known this gentleman through his work at the dry cleaners, and he had told Drake about his Christmas tree farm. Ross and Demelza loaded up in the back seat, and away they went to go find a Christmas tree!

Ross couldn’t believe it. He had never been to such a place. There were families all over the farm in search of the perfect tree, carrying hand saws with them. Demelza was amazed as well. She could see children laying on the ground cutting down trees with their fathers!! “Oh Ross, this place is so pretty!”

Drake’s friend finally stopped the vehicle in a clump of trees that he thought looked satisfactory. Ross was able to see everything from the vehicle so he stayed put while Demelza and Drake picked out a tree. Ross was taking pictures of the whole scene on his phone!! They all were smiling and chuckling as they were trying to figure out how tall of a tree to get, and how wide the tree should be. Finally, Demelza thought she found the perfect one. “What do ya think Ross?”

“I think you just picked our first Christmas tree my love!” Drake helped her cut it down and the gentleman gave it a good shake the loose needles out of it. He threw it in the wagon and they drove back up to the barns.

The old man said, “I’ll get this tree shook up good and bind it up for you while you folks go check out the barns.”

Ross had no clue what they were going to see in the barns, but they all went in anyway.

They had just barely set foot in the barn when Ross heard a loud squeal come from Demelza. “Ross look!!! Reindeer!!!!”

Ross hadn’t spotted them yet, so he was confused, “What??”

Demelza and Drake ran over like little kids to look at the reindeer. They were both laughing hysterically! “Have you ever seen reindeer Ross!?”

“No, I don’t believe I have!!” He hobbled over on his crutches trying not to curse in front of the children that were wandering around. By the time he got there Demelza was already feeding the reindeer in front of him. He looked at Drake and said, “Thank you for bringing us here!”

Drake said, “You’re welcome! I had no idea all of this was here!”

The whole barn was a petting zoo. There were goats, lambs, ponies, chickens, kittens and puppies, and even a small calf. Children were running from one animal to the next trying to get a chance to feed and pet them.

Ross looked around. “This place is amazing! Drake what’s in that other barn?”

“I don’t know. I’ll go have a look.”

Ross was enjoying watching Demelza with all of the animals. He took pictures of her sitting on the ground with the baby lambs around her. “Babe, are you having fun!?” She just smiled at him.

Drake came back and told them the other barn was a little coffee shop with tables and chairs and one part was a little gift shop. They decided to go in for some hot chocolate and to give Ross a break with his crutches. As soon as they walked in, they were greeted with the aroma of chocolate and warm spices. Demelza bought them all some hot chocolate and biscuits to enjoy. Ross was looking around and noticed all of the hand made Christmas wreaths and pine roping that was for sale. “Demelza, should we get a wreath and some of that garland?”

“Oh that would be nice Ross!” He started to reach for his wallet and she put her hand on his hand to stop him. “Ross, please let me pay for it and the tree.”

“Demelza, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t. You paid for everything yesterday. Let me pay for this today. Please?”

He saw how much it meant to her and obliged. “Thank you Ross!” She leaned over and kissed him before she picked out a wreath and some pine roping. She proudly paid for that and the tree that was waiting for them outside.

After the tree was wrapped up in the netting it actually fit in the BMW boot. They were all three so happy on the way back home and were chattering on about the tree farm that Drake had found. Demelza said, “Who knows Drake… maybe someday you’ll bring your girlfriend back there for a Christmas tree! Which reminds me dear brother… have you been dating anyone lately?” Drake's eyes got big and wide which made Ross laugh hard.

*********

Before they reached Ross’s home, he received a text from Dwight wondering if he could bring Seamus back to his rightful owner. Ross thought it would be alright so he told him to come on over.

Demelza found Ross’s tree stand in the cupboard under the stairs. There really was only one place to put the tree in the living room and that was in front of the large bay window. Drake had given the tree another shake before he brought it inside the house. He centred it in the tree stand and Demelza held onto it while he tightened the screws on it. Ross thought it looked good and stable where he had it, so Demelza got some scissors and cut the netting off of the tree. They all watched as all of the limbs fell down into place. They all three started clapping as if someone had just performed a magic trick!!

“This is so exciting!” Demelza said. Ross loved watching her and Drake act like the little kids they weren’t allowed to be growing up. It also brought back memories of the Christmases when Claude was still alive and they all decorated the tree together. Lately he had found himself wishing that Claude was alive to meet Demelza. They would get along so well.

Soon the front door opened and the boundless energy of Seamus charged through everyone!! He actually knocked Ross over landing on top of him, licking his face!

Dwight said, “Bloody hell Ross, what are you doing on the floor!! Seamus! Get off him so he can get up!” Dwight helped Ross stand up and sit down. “How’s your foot doing?”

“Um, it’s alright, it’s fine. Seamus come here boy! Daddy missed you!!” Dwight didn’t quite believe his friend but he let it go for now.

“Well, I can see by the looks of things, you’ve all been having a grand time!! That tree is incredible by the way. Where did you find it?”

Drake said, “A tree farm! We found a tree farm outside of London.”

Dwight raised an eyebrow at Ross, “A tree farm? You went to a tree farm?”

“It was fine Dwight. I didn’t do much walking. The farmer had a tractor thingy that I rode in, so it was all good. We had a wonderful time, didn’t we, Demelza!”

“Oh Dwight, you have to take Caroline there. They have all of these trees to pick from and reindeer, and goats and lambs and baby chicks. And then they have another barn where you can have hot chocolate and biscuits!”

Dwight was smiling at the smile on Demelza’s face. “Real reindeer?? I’m impressed. Well it sounds lovely. So Ross, when do you go back to the surgeon?” Seamus finally left Ross and was smelling all around the tree.

“I see him for the first time this Thursday. I’m hoping that he puts me in a bloody boot so that I can walk on it.”

“Has it been bleeding at all?”

“Umm no. Nothing yet today.” Ross tried to mumble that statement away so that Demelza and Dwight wouldn’t catch it.

Dwight caught it. “What do you mean nothing yet today? So it has been bleeding.”

Ross gave his friend the doctor a dirty look. “Just a little.”

Demelza looked at Ross. “You didn’t tell me that it has been bleeding. Ross, why didn’t you say something?”

“It hasn’t been bleeding a lot, just a little bit the other day.”

Dwight pulled out some rubber gloves. “Go to the bedroom and let me have a look at it.”

*******

“Shut the door.” Ross said and sat on the bed.

Dwight put his gloves on and started to unwrap the dressings when he spotted break through bleeding. He raised an eyebrow, but continued unwrapping to find that there was definitely some bleeding from today and obvious signs of infection. “Ross, this looks like fuck. What the hell have you been doing?”

“Calm down. I’ve been behaving, I’ve been nonweightbearing most of the week.”

“Most of the week. What the hell does that mean?”

“Don’t tell Demelza, but I fell the other night while she was at a concert. I tripped over something with my crutches and went down. I could feel the stitches pull. Yesterday when we went shopping I was in a wheelchair the whole time so don’t bitch at me about that. I was probably up a little more than I should have today at the farm, but other than that I’ve been really good. Do you think it’s infected?”

“You wanker, you know that it’s infected!! Let me take some pictures of it to send to your surgeon. Do you feel like you have a temp?”

“No, I feel fine. And don’t say anything to Demelza. She’s been working really hard to make sure that I don’t get up and she takes really good care of me.”

“I don’t see any red streaking yet, so maybe your doctor will let me bring a shot home to stick in your arse. I just hope he doesn’t make you go back in hospital for IV antibiotics!”

“I’m not fucking going back in the hospital!!”

Demelza had come through the door, “What’s going on? Dwight, do you think he needs to go back in hospital?”

Dwight ignored the face that Ross was pulling on him.

“I don’t know Demelza. His foot is obviously infected, and it has been bleeding. I’m sorry, I know you’ve been taking really good care of this wanker. It’s nothing that you’ve done wrong. I’ve taken some pictures of it and I’m going to redress it before I leave. Maybe the doctor will just put him on some stronger antibiotics or give him a shot.”

“Oh no. Is there something else that I should be doing, Dwight?”

“I don’t think so, Demelza. I’ll let you know what I find out from his surgeon. But if he starts running a temp or if he gets red streaks running up his foot or leg, let me know.”

Ross looked at Dwight. “Well you’ve put a damper on the Christmas spirit!”

“Sorry my friend. But I am definitely glad that I stopped by to look at it. It’s best to stay ahead of these things. Just sit your arse in a chair with your foot propped up while they decorate the tree. I’m on my way now for my shift, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow. ”

Demelza gave Dwight a hug. “Thank you Dwight.”

*******

Demelza made sure that Ross was stationary on the sofa with his leg propped up with Seamus by his side. She gave him some anti-inflammatories as a precaution.

“Okay, you’re situated for a while, so Drake and I can start on the tree!” Drake had pulled everything out of all of the Selfridge bags and tried to organise them into some fashion. “What do we start with first….”

Ross could tell the sister and brother weren’t really sure where to start. “How about the lights. Start with one strand and plug it in the outlet behind the tree. Start at the bottom of the tree and wind it around the tree steadily as you go up, and then plug the next strand into the end of the first strand and wind that one around. Every once in a while step back and look at the spacing and make sure that there aren’t any holes or blank spots without lights.”

“Sounds easy enough. I think when we were little and had a tree, mum always put the lights on, and then she would let us put the ornaments on.” She handed Drake the end of the first strand of lights to plug in and he started wrapping around the tree with lights. They seemed a bit awkward with the task at first, but eventually caught on. Ross made sure that he kept taking pictures, and started playing Christmas music on his phone. Every once in a while Demelza would do as Ross suggested and look for any spots that didn’t have as many lights, and then rearrange them to fill in the spots. Ross said, “Looks good! You guys are doing great!”

“What’s next, sister? Should we put the ornaments on next or the garland?”

“Let's go with the garland, brother. It might be easier to put the ornaments on last. Ross, maybe you can start putting hooks on the ornaments?”

“Whatever you wish, milady!”

“Well I wish for you to be off crutches so you could join us, but I don’t think we have a genie in a bottle laying around!” She handed him the packages of hooks and a couple boxes of ornaments to get started on while she and Drake worked on the garland.

“Sister, this reminds me of the silver tinsel that we used to put on our tree when we were little! I remember father hated it because every time he walked by the tree, a few pieces would seem to grab hold of him!”

“Oh Drake, you should have seen all of the Christmas decorations at Selfridges!! I was so nervous just walking around them! They had all of these trees decorated in different themes, so you could look at each one and decide what you might want! I found this one tree that all had all sorts of beautiful snowflake decorations! All different colours! So that’s how I decided on the ornaments that I - that we liked! Ross suggested that we go with the white lights so that they would match all of the different colour ornaments that we picked.”

Ross smiled remembering how much Demelza loved snow! So of course they were going to have a snowflake Christmas tree!!! He wouldn’t have it any other way for her.

“Oh Ross, why don’t you put on a Christmas movie!!” Demelza suggested.

“I can do that. Do you have a favourite?”

“Umm, how about White Christmas!! Have you seen that one Drake?”

“No, I haven’t. Is it good?”

“Yes!! I love it! Bing Crosby is in it, all of the music and dancing are dreamy!”

Ross had found the movie right away on one of his streaming services. It had been a favourite of his family’s as well. They had watched it at least once a year, if not more. Ross had a thought. “Demelza, if Drake hasn’t seen it before, maybe we should wait until you’re done decorating the tree so that he can really watch it.”

“Ohhh yes, that would be better. Put on the Grinch then!” She was smiling away, getting lost in what she was doing. They had put the garland on to satisfaction and started on the ornaments.

Some of them were shiny, round balls of colour, and then there were long clear icicles, and of course the snowflakes. She added the special ornaments that Frank had picked out. She loved the musical instrument ones. She showed Seamus his new Christmas ornament before placing it on the tree which tickled Ross. She held back the one that said ‘Our First Christmas’ on it so that she and Ross could put it on together after Drake went home.

Everything seemed done with the tree. “What do ye think, Ross?”

He stood up with his crutches and handed her the last thing to put on the tree - the angel topper! “Demelza, how about you do the honours of placing the angel on top!” He couldn’t get enough of her smile and her sparkling blue eyes.

“I’m not sure if I can reach the top. Do you…” Demelza yelled as Drake picked her up to place the angel on top of the tree. “Brother put me down!! Judas!”

Ross was laughing at the two of them. He noticed that Drake never called Demelza by her name, but always called her ‘sister’. But this was the first time that he noticed Demelza calling him ‘brother’. He had never heard a brother and sister address each other in that way and he wondered how it came to be. He had a small twinge thinking of Claude Anthony. At times he wondered how life would have been had he lived. He knew that they would still be close. Maybe even living together, living in a flat somewhere. He felt Demelza’s hand on his arm.

“Ross, are you alright? Where did you go just then?”

He cleared his throat and gave her a kiss, “Nowhere. I’m fine. I just love watching the two of you together.” She caressed his arm and gave him a knowing smile. “Here, you two stand next to the tree and I’ll take a picture of you together.” He pulled out his phone while Drake and Demelza posed next to the tree. They gave him several funny shots with their tongues sticking out and their eyes, and then some more traditional ones. And of course there were comical ones with Seamus!

Drake told Ross to stand next to Demelza while he took pictures of the couple. Ross snuck a kiss on Demelza in a couple of them. Then Drake joined them for some selfies with the tree.

*******

Demelza had started picking up the rubbish to throw away and the ornament boxes to stow away until they needed them. They had been munching off and on all day on snacks and a meat and cheese tray, but Demelza thought they might need something more substantial. “I’m going to go find us something for supper. It’s been a long time since breakfast.”

“Oh nothing for me sister, I think I’m going to call an uber and head out. It’s gettin late.”

“But Drake you haven’t had supper yet?” Demelza said.

“Really, I’m fine. I've had a ton of snacks and I really don’t need to eat anythin else. I have an early day tomorrow - bright and early Monday mornin and all! But I’ve had a wonderful weekend.” He gave his sister a big hug.

Ross started to get up to give him a hug, but Drake stopped him. “Don’t get up! Take care of that foot. If there’s anythin else around here that you need help with just let me know. It’s been a fun weekend!”

“Thank you Drake! I appreciate it. And next time bring your girlfriend around!” Ross teased Drake.

“I don’t have a girlfriend! Judas! See what you started sister!”

Ross said, “I’ll call an uber for you.”

Drake ran upstairs to gather his things. Ross saw out of the corner of his eye that Demelza was holding back tears. “Hey you, come here.” Ross held out his arm for Demelza.

She sat down next to Ross and let her tears out. “Aw baby he’s just a half hour away. Don’t cry.”

“I just worry about him. Do you really think that you can get him a loan?”

“I told you, nothing is guaranteed. But I’ll try.”

Demelza jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Ross was so confused about what she was doing now. Nothing was cooking. He heard her in there going through cupboards and the fridge.

Drake came down the stairs with his stuff and Demelza came out of the kitchen with three bags of food. Here, take this with you.”

“Sister, you don’t need to do this. I have food at home.”

“If you won’t have supper here, then at least take this with you.”

Drake looked at Ross and shook his head as if to say ‘what should I do?’

Ross smiled up at him. “You better take it Drake. Your sister can be scary when she wants to be!!” He glanced at his phone, “Looks like your uber is here. I already paid for it and tipped him, so don’t tip him again.” He held out his hand to shake Drake’s

“Thanks Ross. Thank you sister. Take care.”

“Oh just go already!!” his sister pushed him to go out the door.

*****

Ross knew that she was bummed that ‘brother’ had gone home. “Demeza, do me a favour and turn out the living room lights.”

“Why?” She did as he asked and sat down next to him. He pulled her into a snuggle in his chest. They had moved the sofa around so that they had a better view of the tree. Now she understood why he wanted the lights turned off.

In his lowest voice, “I happen to think that Christmas tree lights glowing in the dark are pretty romantic. How ‘bout you?” He started kissing her temple and cheek with soft kisses.

His low voice gave her goosebumps and she closed her eyes. “I would have to agree with you, umm…”

He took a quick look at her face and chuckled softly. “Baby, you don’t even have your eyes open. Is there something wrong?”

“Mmmm no, not at all. I’m having a ……oh …..a lovely time.” She tried to open her eyes to look at the lights, but was way too distracted by Ross now nibbling on her ear.

Ross pulled Demelza up on his lap and started nibbling on her other ear. “Mmm so glad that you’re having a lovely time Demelza.” Ross’s low voice was starting to send vibrations through Demelza. Against her better judgement, she tilted her head back to allow Ross more access to her neck. She was starting to feel like she was floating with Ross’s tongue licking at her pulse point. She felt one of Ross’s hands gently caress one of her breasts through her shirt and bra. That’s a new feeling she thought. But it didn’t matter how many layers there were, the effect was causing Demelza to moan. Ross captured her moans with his mouth, causing redness to rise up from her chest into her neck. “Ohh my Demelza. My sweet Demelzzza. I love you so.” She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t do anything but fall into his arms. She pulled on his shoulders wanting him. Wanting to be with him more and more. Ross could feel himself getting lost in the moment. The bulge in his pants was feeling tighter and tighter. He lifted her shirt up so that he could feel her skin. Before he knew it he was kissing the top of Demelza’s breasts and rubbing his beard over her chest. He couldn’t help but sigh and moan at the beautiful, creamy skin of her breasts. She was obviously enjoying the sensation the way she kept repeating his name. Her shy nipples were now hardened and trying to poke through the material of her bra. Ross made sure to keep his eyes opened to admire the woman before him. He wanted her so much, to take her into the bedroom and make love to her. “Ohh Mmelza. I want to …. Melza … no, I …. Can’t.” He finally pulled himself from her and stopped everything.

“Ross what’s wrong?”

He couldn’t keep his hands off her, so he put them back on her face and chuckled slightly. “What’s wrong my love, is that I want to make love to you so much. But we can’t, we shouldn’t.”

Demelza was still feeling dizzy from all of their amorous activity. “Wha … I don’t understand? Ross, I know now that I want you. I want to be with you.”

That made Ross take notice, his eyes widened, and then he smiled so lovingly at her. “You don’t know how amazing it is to hear you say that. But I want your first time and our first time together, to be so much better than on a sofa. Trust me, it would be so easy to take you into that bedroom right now. But I want it to be special for you with no regrets. Do you understand?” He pulled down her shirt while he was talking.

She threw her head back and let out a small scream. Then she gave him a smile and a kiss. “Of course I understand. And you’re right … I guess!” She was running her hands through his hair. “What did I ever do to deserve you. I’m a very lucky woman.” She looked down a little embarrassed at what she was about to say. “I suppose I should tell you that I went to the doctor, and I’ve been on the pill now for a few days. But the doctor said that I should be on it a full two weeks before I can trust it.” She looked up at his furrowed eyebrows which often said that he had something on his mind. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Your face Ross, your eyebrows are all scrunched up! Are you upset with me that I didn’t tell you sooner?”

“No I’m not upset, it’s just my face! I am a little surprised that you went to the doctor. I didn’t realise that you were quite that ready for us to be intimate. But I’m glad that you are because that tells me that you are ready for our relationship to go to the next step, as am I. I’ve really enjoyed having you here with me this past week even though it has been to help take care of me. I’ve been wondering if you were wanting to go back to your flat when I’m better. And, if that’s what you want then I’ll be supportive of the decision. The last thing I want to do is rush you into doing something that you’re not ready for.” Just then they heard a sad whine coming from Seamus which made them both laugh. Without missing a beat, Ross said, “However, Seamus would be sad to see you go!”

“Oh Ross, I’ve been thinking about that too. I don’t know what I want to do at this point. Can we just take things a day at a time, and let me think about it?”

“Of course baby.”

“I forgot something…I held back our ornament to put on the tree when we were alone.” She got up and dug out the last ornament. “It’s the ‘Our First Christmas ornament’. Do you want to put it on the tree with me Ross?”

“I’d love to.” She helped him get up from the sofa and over to the tree. And they both placed the ornament on the tree together.

“Let's go to bed Ross.”

He leaned down to kiss her. “Sounds good, baby.”

***********

Wonderful Christmastime Video: https://youtu.be/94Ye-3C1FC8

Selfridge Christmas Video: https://youtu.be/EnABrLxP1JU

#Poldark #Modern Podark AUPoldark Ross Poldark Aidan Turner #demelza poldark #Eleanor Tomlinson Six Sentence Sunday WIP Wednesday

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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Hi, this is partially vent but if you have any suggestions, I'll thankfully take them.

Tw emotional abuse

I am living with my abusive mom for 23 years now and she's been abusive all my life. At some point I discovered, that this was no normal behavior but abuse. That was a hard time for me because I was so angry. But for my own safety, I need to follow the rules, act how she likes it etc. At some point I caught myself again and swallowed my feeling and did what I needed to. And that worked till now. I can't exactly say why, but for the last months, it has become more and more difficult for me. I am so pissed, I am so close to saying something that might bring me in danger. (In the past I tried everything, talked to the CPS, ran away, psychiatry etc but nobody felt like helping).

I am doing everything I have to, I know my chores by now. But I skip the... additional part. Talking to her. Offering my help all the time. She can't yell at me because I did everything I had too, but now she's passive aggressive all the time. I had a flu the last days (which she didn't really notice) and am now on my period and when I am sick or menstruating I always seperate myself and want to be alone. But I don't want to tell her because she's always so happy when I menstruate because I am not pregnant and I am asexual due to sexual trauma, which I kept a secret from her, so, it is an uncomfortable topic for me. So I haven't talked to her properly in a week maybe and it shows. She's acting out on my dog, unloading the dishwasher for 40min with the volume of a truck and possibly broke half the plates, just to be as loud and noticeable as possible, doing a shitton of passive aggressive bs etc. And I am so done. I can't anymore, idk how I did this for 23 years without much issue but I can't anymore. But until I have my own appartment, I have to so... There's no way out. Idk, I'll have to spend time with her this weekend or she'll explode but I can't bring myself to leave my room and talk to her, I really really don't want to... Idk what I am supposed to do. How can I swallow my feelings again and shut up until I can move out?

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been going through.

I don't necessarily feel right telling you how to "swallow your feelings and shut up" because your feelings about this and your voice are important, valid, and worth being heard. But I also understand that sometimes when we're in a situation like this, it can be much harder to exist openly, expressing your feelings and thoughts as you normally might.

This article has some tips on how to survive abuse when you're stuck at home. Know that you are right to feel the ways that you do about what's been going on. "This, too, shall pass. Remember that. Your life won’t always be like this. And this – growing up with abusive parents in a home you can’t leave – doesn’t have to define you. It is one part of your life, but it is not your whole life. Not only will this pass, you will heal."

It may also help to just take inventory of what kinds of things set her off and if there's anything to avoid that as much as possible. On top of documenting any triggers of hers, also just documenting the abuse in general can be helpful too. Whether that's pictures, videos, or simply writing about it, writing down everything that happened and happens to you may not only help keep track of everything that has unfolded but it could be useful when you are able to move out. "Write down the dates, times, activities, and places the abuse occurs. Write down who was involved, what happened, and how long it lasted. Hide your writing somewhere private. You might even mail it to your best friend, a relative, teacher, coach, youth leader or guidance counselor to keep it safe for you."

Another tip is to remind yourself of your strengths, talents, and skills. Also know that you're not alone. "Find other survivors of abusive parents. [...] Know that others have survived abusive parents even when they were trapped at home and couldn’t leave."

It also says to call for help especially if you're in immediate danger, remember how far you've come, and of course share your story.

I hope I could help. If anyone else has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse #trauma details

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butterflyrry · 2 years

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I sure hope the stunting in Copenhagen took place on Sunday before the concert should have been and that they weren’t so tone deaf to stunt yesterday there. But wouldn’t surprise me either! You all know why this pic came out just NOW, right? Because people were speculating that she was in the US and you know, working, for once. And she was like, nope, can’t have that! Bex or Luis had to make sure to get a pic in the stunt jacket again to show everyone that she’s just as jobless and so people will look for her in Paris! Especially with Anne again there. Gonna tell you know it’s gonna be a shit show! Especially since she couldn’t get any attention in Copenhagen…And we’re here all gonna get a shit concert again and not only because his heart is heavy with the shooting, no but because he has to walk around with the corpse again so this weeks shows will suck😭🤦🏻‍♀️🤐

Well. This may be an unpopular opinion…but even if the stunting was before the shooting, the pic was still held until today. The US is just coming off a long holiday weekend so I’m guessing they held it until today for maximum buzz…just like last year with the yachgate pics. I know it’s not quite to the same level but the point stands and I still think it’s incredibly tone deaf.

I know it’s business but to be promoting a movie during such a tragedy (that Harry is associated with to some degree) is tacky. Sorry but it is. Maybe lay off for a few days before resuming stunt activity. Stunting in Paris won’t be any more appropriate so I hope they don’t do it. But I doubt the opportunity will be missed, especially with Anne in attendance.

Hopefully he’ll pull it together and put on a great show for Paris.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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This isn't based on an ask, but I've had some early-Cap ideas brewing and think about the first time the team heard him laugh a lot. His and James' friendship is so sweet in SW--the beginning of it must have been such a shock to them both. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

So maybe James had bitten off more than he could chew. It wasn’t the first time, to be sure, but coaxing (read: drag kicking and screaming) his new teammate out of the carefully-constructed mosaic of scowls that made up his entire personality was proving to be a little more challenging than he previously expected. With most rookies, all it took was some elbow grease and overenthusiastic inclusion in group events to get them to open up—with his brand-new soon-to-be best friend, he had to handle things a little more delicately.

Sirius Black was a puzzle wrapped up in one of those freaky code-breaking machines from World War Two Lily liked to talk about. He was one of the best hockey players James had ever seen, but off the ice he seemed to shut down. The intense focus on his face smoothed out into almost perfect neutrality, and in the four months since he joined the Lions, he had never once smiled for real in front of the team. He sat in his stall and padded up in silence, then went out and kicked ass before following Pascal home like a living shadow.

Naturally, James took it as a personal mission to pry Sirius Black’s closed-off persona open like a stubborn oyster. He tried including Sirius in group events—the rookie went along with a quiet “yeah, sure”, but sat at the table and nursed a single drink for the entire night. He tried getting into friendly banter with him on the ice, but it was like Sirius had never joked with anyone in his life. Hell, he even tried finding him a girlfriend, which tanked harder than the goddamn Titanic.

“Rookie!” James shouted down the hallway.

Sirius jumped and turned around, obviously confused. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” James laughed, jogging over to toss an arm over his shoulders. “What’s up?”

“Not much.”

He waited for Sirius to continue, then rolled his eyes and gave him a friendly shake. “C’mon, man, how was your weekend? Has Dumo coerced you into being a stay-at-home babysitter yet?”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “What? I come with him to practice every day.”

Change tactics, change tactics— “Got any plans for Friday?”

James knew the answer, of course; it was always no or not yet or a simple shake of the head. If he was a less observant man, he would have assumed Sirius didn’t actually want to hang out with the team. But the longing looks toward their easy rhythm and the way he always tilted himself toward locker room conversations told a different story. “None yet,” Sirius said with a shrug.

James gave him a friendly slap on the back. “Good, ‘cause I’m having a party at my place and you’re not allowed to miss it.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want you to be there, duh.” The bewilderment didn’t fade from Sirius’ face, but beneath it—well, maybe James was just seeing things, but he looked almost hopeful. He ruffled Sirius’ hair and headed for the locker room. “Friday at five, rookie! I’ll be waiting!”

The week passed in a slog of practices and cold weather. Sirius clammed up more and more as the party drew closer, but James didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered between the rest of them like he was analyzing a play. He would make one hell of a captain someday, if he could just relax a little.

“Hey, rookie, want a ride?” he asked when the big day finally arrived.

“Don’t you want to go home and set up first?” Sirius’ brow furrowed. For an eighteen-year-old kid, he was awfully thoughtful. James couldn’t wait to see him let loose a little. “I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”

“It’s a yes or no question,” he teased, poking the bit of exposed shoulder through the widening hole in Sirius’ under armor.

“I…” He faltered, then the corner of his mouth twitched up. It was the closest thing James had seen to a smile from him yet. One point for Potter. “Sure, Pots. Thanks.”

“No problem. Meet me at my car in five or so, yeah?”

“D’accord.”

“Oho, fancy French,” James laughed, turning back to unlace his skates.

It wasn’t until thirty seconds after Sirius left the room that he remembered he never told the rookie what his car looked like. Horrible, terrible visions of the poor guy wandering around the parking lot—or, god forbid, thinking James had left without him—flashed through his mind. It would undo everything he had been working so hard to build.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he shoved his gear into his duffel with reckless abandon and hurried out of the locker room. His legs would be stiff from trying to run so soon after a grueling drill practice, but it was worth it to save his friend. “Rookie? Hey, Sirius, you still here?”

There was no response. James cursed again and made a beeline for the door to the parking lot. Please, God, don’t let him get lost. I need him to trust me.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he panted as he burst out onto the half-frozen concrete.

Sirius looked up from his phone with a strange expression. “Are you okay?”

“Thought I lost you for a sec.”

“You said to meet at your car, yes?” He glanced between James and the car in sudden worry.

“Yeah, yes, absolutely, I just—” He made an aborted gesture and dug his keys out of his pocket. “I realized I forgot to tell you which one is mine.”

Sirius blinked at him. “I know what your car looks like.”

“How?”

“Because you drive it here every single day and you gave me a ride three weeks ago.”

‘Dumbass’ went unsaid, but James could feel it hanging in the air. He coughed lightly. “Right. Anyway, you can toss your bag wherever and hop in the passenger seat. My place isn’t far from here.”

Sirius took his duffel as he unlocked the car and settled both in the trunk with more care than James’ poor, battered bag had ever seen in its life. That was another thing that confused him about Sirius Black—he was so careful. He walked quietly for someone so tall, and each movement seemed pre-planned.

Each movement, that is, until he tried to get in the car. “Uh, Pots?”

“That’s m—oh.” James covered his mouth to stifle his laughter as Sirius tried to fold himself into the passenger seat and failed miserably. “I’m sorry, my girlfriend was sitting there last. Uh, there’s a lever on your right—yeah, there, just give it a pull and—”

With a harsh ka-chunk, the seat slid all the way back. Both men froze. It took everything in James’ power not to burst out laughing at the deer-in-headlights shock on Sirius’ face.

“Yep, that one,” he managed. “Nice job.”

They drove in relative quiet—James chattered on about weekend plans and hummed to the radio while Sirius watched out the window with the occasional monosyllable response. It took James a bit by surprise how comfortable he was, even without a steady stream of banter. Sirius might have been stubborn and silent and determined to foil all James’ plans at getting him to socialize, but he was calming to be near, like an anchor on unsteady water. Despite his overall quiet air, he was obviously paying attention to every word that left James’ mouth.

“You’re a good guy, y’know that?” he said as they turned onto his street. Sirius glanced over in surprise. “Most people tune me out within, like, five minutes.”

“I’m a good listener.”

James opened his mouth to respond, then paused. “Was that—Sirius Black, was that a joke?”

Something akin to mischief—mischief!—crossed his face. “Maybe.”

“Were you roasting me?” James gaped at him. “Oh my god. The guys are never gonna believe this.”

“Probably not.”

“You sick bastard. They won’t believe me.”

“You can give it a shot,” Sirius said with a shrug as the engine turned off. Pieces began to connect in James’ head as he stared, incredulous, at the rookie he thought would never even crack a smile. Four months of work had not been wasted, as he had feared; every joke, every one-sided conversation, and every attempt to get Sirius involved had been seen and heard and taken to heart. When he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had ever seen Sirius actively agree to something unless James asked personally.

“We’re friends,” he said aloud, too surprised and too happy to hold it in. Not friends in the way James was with the rest of their loud, over-the-top teammates, but friends all the same.

“Well, yeah,” Sirius said as if it was obvious.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and socked him lightly on the shoulder, barely suppressing a shriek of excitement. “Love you, man. Grab your shit, we’ve got a party to set up.”

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As much as it pained James to say it, having someone around who was six-foot-three was a huge help. There was no blow to his pride as he dragged Lily’s stepstool out; no grudging acceptance that he simply couldn’t reach those last two inches on the wall. Instead, he could foist any and all responsibility on his brand-new best friend in the whole wide world and focus on the things that mattered, like putting anything breakable or important far away from the grubby hands of his inebriated teammates.

His success was still ringing in his ears when the guests finally arrived—throughout the evening, James rode the high of accomplishing his mission to pull Sirius Black into his tight-knit circle. Every minute of those four months was worth it.

Midnight came and went, and by one-thirty in the morning James’ cramped living room was packed with tipsy hockey players in a vague imitation of a circle. “Non, non, I’ve gotta good one,” Dumo said, hiccupping. The room fell quiet as he leaned forward. “What do you call a body of water with a chicken in it?”

“What?” Kasey whispered, starry-eyed like a kid at Christmas.

“A swimming pool.”

The room stayed quiet, and then someone started to laugh. Slowly, they all turned to the source of the noise, and James felt a ripple of shock roll through the team as Sirius snorted. “It’s a swimming pool,” he said around a smile, his accent thick from three drinks. He had a nice laugh; James could get used to hearing it. “Like—poule, like chicken?”

His whole face was alight with happiness. James wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. That’s what I’ve been waiting for, he thought. That look, right there. Sirius fit in among the group like a missing piece of their puzzle, snickering away as if he hadn’t been stoically silent a day in his life. His laugh was downright bubbly.

“I don’t think they get it,” Dumo said into the rim of his cup.

Sirius shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “D’accord, so—so ‘chicken’ in French is poule, yeah? So a chicken in a body of water is a swimming poule. Do you get it now?”

A few oh’s of understanding washed over them, but several people continued to stare. “Too drink for this,” Sergei grumbled, though James could see the smile pulling at his mouth as Sirius turned to him with bright eyes.

“But it’s funny!” Sirius protested, so earnest it made James’ heart hurt.

“I think it’s funny, rookie,” he assured him with a clumsy pat on the arm. “And it’s my house, so I say Dumo gets a point this round.”

Kasey hiccupped. “Hey, anyone who makes the rookie laugh gets points in my book. No offense, dude.”

“None taken,” Sirius said, though his cheeks were pink.

James nudged him with his shoulder as Talker started a knock-knock joke. “It’s okay,” he said under his breath.

Sirius picked at the label on his cup. “I know I haven’t been very social,” he muttered.

“It’s okay,” James insisted. “It always takes rookies a while to warm up, so we’re just glad you’re happy. I’m glad my best friend is having a good time at my party.”

A heavy silence fell between them as Sirius looked over, eyebrows raised. “Best friend?”

“What, like you didn’t see this coming?” James slung an arm over his shoulder. “Yes, you French-Canadian nerd, you’re my best friend. And that means I’m your best friend, and there’s no take-backsies.”

“What the hell is a take-backsie?” Sirius laughed. “Did you make that up?”

James grinned. He had the feeling this was the beginning of an excellent friendship.

#sirius black #james potter #pascal dumais #kasey winter #sergei ivanov #thomas walker #rookie #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #pre-cap #friendship

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

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When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it.

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay.

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance.

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 14) - Keep Close

Summary: The Ackles have the Padalecki’s over for dinner and let it slip that they’re engaged. Things seem to be going well but the anniversary of the accident is coming up and the reader comes up with the Ackles taking their first vacation together as a means of distracting Jensen as well reconnecting with Ray...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of sex, mention of a dead parent/spouse, anxiety

A/N: Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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“I’m stuffed,” said Jensen that night, the kids running around playing soccer in the yard after dinner.

“I need that chicken recipe,” said Jared.

“I’ll write it down for you guys,” you said, sitting back in your chair. “You can do it with breast too if you like that better.”

“I want exactly this like, everyday from now on,” said Jared. Gen rolled her eyes and Jensen pulled out his phone. “Want me to take a pic?”

“I don’t need your freakishly long arms just yet,” chuckled Jensen. He turned around and took one of the four of you at the table before handing off his phone. “Mind getting one of us?”

“Your mom harassing you for engagement photos already?” asked Gen.

“By the time we were leaving they were both asking for photos and being obnoxious. Better than they were though,” said Jensen, smiling beside you. Jared took a few more and handed the phone back.

“I still can’t believe your parents would act like that,” said Gen. “I mean obviously I’m super happy it got fixed but that’s so unlike them.”

“They made a mistake is all,” you said with a smile. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m going to finish this beer in the pool.”

“I think I’ll join you,” said Jared. He stood up and had a look on his face you caught too late. Before you knew it he had you picked up and was jogging over to the deep end and jumping in with you.

“Jared!” you said when you popped up. He giggled and swam off to the shallow end. “After I helped pick up the plates ya big lug.”

“We got it,” said Jensen, carrying over two beer cans and handing them to you. “We’ll join you guys in a few.”

About ten minutes later Jensen was leaning against the side of the pool in his bright red swim trunks, handing you the other half of his cookie cake piece.

“So any big plans for the wedding?” asked Jared, sat on the pool steps with Gen.

“I have a thought,” you said, turning to Jensen. “I haven’t discussed it with Jensen yet.”

“Vegas. Shotgun wedding,” he laughed. You shook your head and he grinned. “You’re thinking the farm, aren’t you.”

“What do you think? It could be outdoor or indoor, whatever it needs to be depending on the weather.”

“I’d love that,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “That’d be perfect for us.”

“You own a farm?” asked Jared.

“Yeah, ten minutes from the brewery.”

“Dudes. You can open bar with your own beer. Oh and dibs on being a groomsmen.”

“Like that wasn’t gonna happen,” said Jensen.

“I don’t know on that,” you said. Jared’s face fell and you shook your head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that you wouldn’t be one. Of course you would. I just don’t have a lot of close girlfriends. I think it’d be weird if Jensen had a ton and…”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” said Gen. “We didn’t have an even number at our wedding.”

“We got time to figure that stuff out,” said Jensen, holding your waist. You finished the last bite of cookie and hummed.

“So you two having a kid?” asked Jared. Gen whacked his chest and he shrugged.

“Jesus, Jare. Don’t ask that.”

“They’re our best friends and godparents to our children...although I guess Y/N didn’t know that she inherited that until now but come on, I know you’re wondering too.”

“Shut up,” said Gen, crossing her arms. “Obviously if they decide, they’ll tell us when it happens.”

“Yeah, I think there’ll be at least one,” you laughed. Gen lit up and turned to Jared.

“Last time they said they were having a baby guess what we did? I can’t handle no more babies,” said Jared.

“Can you even get that thing up anymore?” teased Jensen, sipping on his beer.

“You’re one to talk, old man.”

“That shit still works just fine.”

“Just fine?” shot back Jared.

“Oh my God. You’re both good at sex. Y/N be grateful you’ve missed this same conversation over and over for the past sixteen odd years,” said Gen.

“I’m still taller,” said Jared with a smirk.

“I can last longer,” said Jensen with one of his own. They narrowed their eyes at one another and Jared stood up.

“Go wrestle on the grass,” groaned Gen. They both huffed and got out of the pool before starting to playfully wrestle. “See, what you may not realize yet is you have another child right there.”

“Yeah but he’s hot,” you said, Gen laughing while you sat beside her. “Do you guys really talk about sex with each other?”

“Yes and no. The boys are you know, boys. They’d combust if they didn’t tease each other. I wouldn’t say there’s like, intimate details or anything ever shared. They’re both pretty private about that sort of thing. Dee and I would talk but more so say we had fun the night before. Shit we probably talked about sex toys more than anything.”

You stopped mid sip of your beer and she laughed.

“When your guy is thousands of miles away for that long out of the year, you gotta get off on your own. You get pretty good at phone sex too. You’re lucky. Jensen won’t be staying away so long ever again he said.”

“No, no. But uh...before Jensen I’d had the same boyfriend forever and he was as vanilla as could be. We didn’t do that stuff really together.”

“I can text you some links to stuff. It’s not like you have to go in some scary store or anything. It’s discrete and I think a small vibe would be great to start with. You can use it during sex or foreplay or whatever. Just you know, have fun.”

“Jensen and I kinda got busted by the cops a week or so back for...activities in the backseat,” you said. She started to laugh and you groaned. “Thankfully it was his friend that caught us so he let us off the hook but...it was kinda fun.”

“Good,” she said, sighing as Jensen pinned Jared down. “Hey so yeah about that wedding thing. Jared had two more groomsmen than I had girls. It doesn’t have to be matchy, matchy, you know?”

“I know. I don’t know if…” you trailed off. “I lost my friend group when I broke it off with my last boyfriend. We’d been together for over ten years and I kept turning down his proposals and they didn’t like that. I have some nanny friends but not a lot and no one I’m really close to. I don’t know if I’d even get more than five people to come for me. Everyone else is his family and friends and I didn’t think about that until just now. I mean what would they think, seeing that? I don’t know if I even want anyone there now.”

“I think what they’d see is someone they care about marrying someone he loves. Just because we’re Jensen’s friends doesn’t mean we’re not your friends too. I know we’re still getting to know each other but we’ll be as close as those two eventually. Ruthie was texting me and we’re having a girls night the next convention in Dallas. You literally have a built in crew ready to go from the show, the girls and the guys. You are so coming with me to the next night I have with my local girlfriends and you got our family. You even got Dee’s parents. You have more than you know, sweetie.”

“I never had a best friend growing up except for my mom. Until Jensen,” you said. “I’ve never really been good at the friend thing.”

“Were you bullied in school?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t tell anyone besides Jared but my dad wasn’t a good person. He hurt me and so I was afraid of getting in trouble so I didn’t talk to other kids all that much until I got old enough to understand what he was doing was wrong and that’s how I ended up being adopted.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Can’t do anything about it now. But I can have it not control my life too. I’ve been pretty good since I was nine in that department. My mom dying sucked and things have been up and down but I like where I am now. This is easily the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”

“Jens’s not perfect.”

“I know. But he’s good enough. He gave me a certain confidence to live my life, like really live it.”

“He’s alright,” she smiled. “You know I have an idea about this bridesmaids thing you might like.”

“You?”

“Oh I would for sure but I meant more so I know two little girls that wouldn’t mind. Maybe there’s a boy too,” she said.

“I’m gonna need you to be my wedding planner at this rate,” you said.

“Job accepted,” she said. “I say we go farmhouse modern style.”

“Gen. I got engaged like two weeks ago. We have time,” you said. “We don’t even have a date.”

“At the very least can we go dress shopping?” she asked.

“I’m going to regret this,” you sighed as Jensen stepped back in the water.

“Get yourself a stronger man, Padalecki. That one is weak,” he said. Jared followed him right after and went to tackle him when Gen caught his arm.

“Boys, not in the water,” she said.

“Chicken?” asked Jensen.

“Losers pick up the tab for when we go out this weekend for dinner. Deal?” asked Jared.

“Well in that case, you’re on.”

Two Weeks Later

“Jensen,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair while he absentmindedly burnt some eggs. “You okay babe?”

“Yeah. We ought to pack up the kids, get on the road soon if we’re gonna hit the beach.”

“I’m gonna drive, okay?” you asked. He nodded and you got out the eggs again, making up a new batch. “Do you want to talk to Ray?”

“Why?” he asked quietly, leaning back against the counter.

“Anniversaries of traumatic events can be triggering,” you said. “My mom died two days ago. Well, you know what I mean.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“Because it doesn’t trigger me anymore. But it did and this is the first time...the first one is the roughest.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I ought to talk to him.”

“Eat your breakfast. I’ll give him a call and get the kids ready while you guys talk, okay?” you said.

“Thank you,” he said. You kissed his cheek and hugged him before you went upstairs for your phone. It rang a few times but Ray finally answered, noise in the background.

“Y/N. Everything alright?” he asked.

“Hey. Yeah. We’re...we’re pretty good. Today’s the first anniversary of Jensen’s-”

“Ah. I understand.”

“Listen, I know it’s a Sunday and you don’t work the weekends but would you mind talking to him for a few minutes? We’re going down to Galveston for the week in a bit but he’s off this morning.”

“I’d talk to him even if he wasn’t your fiance but especially because of that. You know we’re actually down here ourselves for a few days. Just got down yesterday. If you guys are around...maybe we could get together for that swim.”

“I’d like that. You okay?” you asked.

“I always get a little down on the day but Sarah understands. You understand.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna put Jensen on and um, maybe we can meet at Arillo’s for dinner?”

“We got a reservation there ourselves tonight. How many in your crew? Five? I’ll call and ask for an update.”

“Yeah there’s five of us. Um, Ray?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for being so horrible as a teenager after mom. You loved her as much as I did.”

“Thank you but you don’t have to apologize for that. You got too much pain in your life. I’m glad you found the good stuff too.”

“Are Geroge and Taylor there?” you asked.

“Yeah kids are here. Taylor’s got some internship but she does it online half the day and George is some research assistant thing for one of his professors but same kinda deal. We leave them to work in the morning while Sarah and I have some fun. Want me to let them know you’re coming?”

“Probably a good idea. Not sure how they’ll react,” you said, Jensen poking his head into the bedroom. “Here’s Jensen.”

“Okay, sweetie. We’ll see you guys soon.”

You handed the phone to Jensen and finished up packing while he sat on the bed. You tried to leave him be but couldn’t help listening in.

“Yeah I’m anxious...I don’t want her to drive down today...you know why...I guess...probably...I don’t want to be freaking out for three hours in the car...because it’s today...I know...I know...so I have to suck it up...I don’t want to have a panic attack in the car with the kids...no I haven’t...I’m scared I will though...yeah...I understand...dude that sounds so stupid...that’s not medically anything...no I don’t have my doctorate...I don’t wanna ask her...I said I don’t want to, not that I wouldn’t...I know...I will...maybe I’ll try that too...yeah, Y/N said the first year is the roughest too...I’ll let her be in charge until we get down to the beach today. I think I’ll feel better after the car...yeah I kinda figured out what she was doing planning a trip on today of all days...I need it...really? Yeah, I’m looking forward to meeting up down there too...thanks Ray.”

You finished with your suitcase and had his open for him when he walked into the closet. He swallowed and handed your phone back.

“All good?” you asked.

“Ray thought it might be a good idea if I had something of yours with me on the way down, to keep on me since I’m...anxious this morning about being in a car.”

“Something of mine…” you said, looking at your side of the closet. “Why don’t you pack up and I’ll get you something before the road, okay?”

He nodded and twenty minutes and about three bathroom trips later the SUV was packed up. You hopped behind the wheel, Jensen tapping the arm rest from the passenger seat.

“Here,” you said, reaching into your pocket, pulling out a bracelet. It was fabric, the kind made from craft string, white, rusty orange and a light tan color mixed together.

“I’ve never seen this,” he said as he held it between his fingers.

“I got it on vacation with mom and Ray. Last one we went on,” you said, tying it around his wrist. “You have it.”

He stared at you as you turned the engine on, watching you backout.

“This is too important for me to take,” he said quietly.

“It’s fabric. I want you to have it, okay?” you said, pulling onto the street and closing the gate. He nodded and you turned the radio on low. “Coffee run?”

“Yeah. Coffee sounds good right about now.”

You were only about fifteen or so minutes away from the beach house you’d rented. The kids were either taking naps in the backseats or watching a movie on the ipad. You risked a glance at Jensen, his fingers absently toying with the bracelet while he looked out the window, the radio on low.

“How you doing big guy?” you asked as you pulled off to the exit ramp.

“Pretty good now,” he said softly.

“Mind navigating for me?” you asked. He hummed and picked up your phone from where it sat in the console the past few hours. About twenty minutes or so you were stretching outside of the car, Jensen opening the front door of the house with the code you’d been given. The kids climbed out and were good about each taking their own backpacks while you and Jensen gathered up the rest.

“Come here,” he said, leaving the bags by his feet and kissing you against the side of the car. You grinned and he picked you up in a big squeezing hug. “I love you.”

“I know,” you said. He set you down and kissed you again. “You seem like yourself again.”

“I needed that push, get over that fear. But now, I can enjoy my day with my girl and my kiddos and apparently we are having dinner with Ray and his family tonight?” he asked.

“If that’s alright,” you said.

“One hundred percent,” he said, Arrow jumping up and down nearby. “Honey, go use the bathroom in the house if you have to go.”

“No I’m excited!” she said. “Can we go play on the beach? Pretty please?”

“Hm, give daddy fifteen minutes and then we can go?” he asked. She turned to you and grinned.

“We’ll go really soon sweetie. I promise.”

“Hey guys,” said Jensen an hour later, the five of you down on the beach and mostly watching them build a sandcastle together. “Y/N and I want to tell you something.”

“Is it that you guys are getting married?” asked JJ, patting some sand with her shovel. You glanced at Jensen and he shrugged. “You were talking to Aunt Gen and Uncle Jared about it last night, right?”

“Well, yes we were,” said Jensen. “I suppose we were a little louder than we thought. But yes, Y/N and I have decided to get married. We’re not sure when exactly but in the next year I can say.”

“So we have a mom again?” asked Arrow, fixing her corner of the castle that kept caving in.

“Well you guys are kinda lucky. You’ll get two moms,” he said. “How’s that sound?”

“We missed mom’s day,” she said with a sigh. “Right?”

“We’ll catch it next year, promise,” said Jensen. “Do you guys have any questions or anything you want to say?”

“Do we call you mom now?” asked JJ.

“You guys call me whatever you want,” you said.

“Can we call you mom?” she asked. You nodded and she went back to playing in the sand.

“Anything else guys?” asked Jensen.

“Can I get a giraffe?” asked Zeppelin while he figured out how much water to add to the sand to get it to stick together.

“No sweetie. They wouldn’t fit at our house,” said Jensen.

“Darn it,” he said.

“I can tell you’re all so invested in this topic,” chuckled Jensen.

“Oh! Can my flower girl dress be purple?” asked JJ.

“Your dress can be whatever color you want it to be,” you said.

“Awesome,” she said. “Or black and purple. With lightning stripes.”

“Ah, I knew the classic rock would finally pay off,” said Jensen.

“Maybe Daddy’s suit can be black and white stripes, like a tiger,” you said.

“Like a White Snake music video more like it,” he laughed. “We’ll figure all that stuff out. We wanted to make sure you guys knew was all and if you have any questions or were nervous or anything you know you can ask either one of us.”

“Mom makes you happy again. Of course you gotta marry her!” said Arrow. “Oh and get her a pony. Girls like that.”

“Would you care for a pony, sweetheart?” asked Jensen as he shook his head.

“Are we talking mustang kind of pony?” you asked.

“That’s my girl,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, kissing your cheek. “Let dad get a picture of you guys. We’re on vacation after all.”

Five Hours Later

“Jensen,” you said, changing into a light summer top and a pair of denim shorts after your shower. He was standing by his suitcase undressed, trailing his finger over his scar. “Honey?”

“A year ago was the worst day of my life and today was a really great one. I get to meet Ray more and even Sarah and the kids who all sound great and...I’m really happy I’m still here to see all this.”

“Me too,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “Wear your red underwear.”

“Is that a request?”

“I like how you look when you take it off,” you said, gently smacking his ass as you went to go fix your hair.

“I am so grateful I found you,” he said to himself. You smiled and brushed your teeth quickly before checking yourself over and taking a selfie. You sat up on the counter and opened instagram, still silently grateful you’d always had it on private. There was nothing bad on it but Jensen and Jared had tagged you before and all of the comments always seemed to be negative.

“How do I look?” asked Jensen, walking in wearing a short sleeve navy button down and his red underwear.

“So sexy,” you giggled, Jensen digging through his other bag and finding his khaki shorts.

“Can I get away with sneakers and a backwards baseball cap at this restaurant?” he asked.

“Totally. We always eat outside. It’s near the pier,” you said, putting up your post.

“Taking more pictures I can show off of you again?” he asked, grabbing your brush and getting some control of his damp hair back.

“Nobody even sees my instagram hardly,” you said.

“You know the internet knows we’re dating, right.”

“I’m pretty sure your fans still aren’t okay with that fact, even if they know.”

“Oh you’re mistaking the nutjobs for actual fans. The real ones, those guys are cool and nice. I actually got a lot of care packages and things from them last year. Still do. They really are good people. Those other ones that leave nasty comments? Fuck them. That shit don’t bother me anymore.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying family and friends know. Can I show off the woman I love to the world?” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in front of you, his head cocking.

“Yeah,” you said. “Better late than never.”

“Okay,” he said. “For now though, I’m looking forward to this dinner.”

“I hope it goes well. It��s George and Taylor I’m more worried about. They were kids when I decided to stop coming around. I only knew them maybe two years, if even that. I know they were upset.”

“Give them some credit. Ray raised them too after all.”

“I’m all set!” said Zeppelin, walking into the bathroom with his paw patrol shirt and nothing else on.

“At least I was gonna wear underwear,” chuckled Jensen. “Little dude. Get some undies on and shorts in the next two minutes or else…” he trailed off as he came in and hugged Jensen’s leg.

“I love you, daddy,” he said.

“I love you.”

“Can we get a giraffe now?” he asked. Jensen rolled his eyes and you released him.

“Let’s go finish getting you dressed, buddy.”

“So you guys were Sarah’s fosters?” asked Jensen towards the end of dinner, all three kids passed out asleep in the stroller or on the bench besides you while you picked at your shared dessert. Neither George or Taylor had said much aside from introducing themselves.

“Guys,” said Ray, nudging Taylor. “I’m sorry for our children’s rudeness. I was afraid of this.”

“Shut up,” they both said, Sarah sighing.

“The kids were both big fans of Supernatural. They grew up watching it with me. It was something we bonded over at first in fact,” she said.

“Oh,” said Jensen, a smirk forming on his face. “Sam or Dean girls? George come on buddy, it’s okay.”

“This isn’t happening,” said Taylor, her eyes squeezed shut.

“So you guys don’t want to hear about the movie, gotcha,” he said, both of them snapping their heads up.

“He really is a dork,” you said.

“Movie?” asked George.

“Someday. You can count on it,” said Jensen. “Maybe I’ll go easy on you guys and ask what mom was?”

“You boys are a little young for my tastes but honestly the guy who played John was very attractive,” she said.

“Even I’d hit that,” said Ray, Sarah laughing to herself.

“You can see Ray wins his ladies over with his charm,” you said, glancing at Taylor and George. “Like you guys could literally ask anything you ever wanted about the show and get an unfiltered answer if you want.”

“Did you really keep the car?” asked George. Jensen nodded and held up his finger.

“When we’re back in town, you guys come over and you can take a spin in it,” he said.

“Okay, he’s cool with me,” said George. You cocked your head and he smiled. “That was the car from the show I always told you about.”

“Oh. I thought you were talking about batman or something,” you said, pursing your lips. “Sorry I wasn’t…”

“You always sucked at pretending to be happy,” said Taylor. You looked down and nodded. “We get it. You had to do your own thing.”

“Don’t hate me for leaving?”

“Maybe when we were little,” she said. “But we’re older and we get that you probably felt like a fifth wheel.”

“Yeah. A lot really,” you said. “It worked out though.”

“She’s a Dean girl by the way,” said Ray, cracking up as Taylor whacked his arm.

“Dad! Oh my God no I’m not! I like Sam!” she said.

“Want to talk to him?” grinned Jensen. Her face went red and you heard a quiet chuckle at the table. “You’re right, we’ll save that for in person.”

“You basically are marrying Dean Winchester without like, the trauma,” she said. Jensen tensed up but kept a smile on his face. You knew Ray caught it when he gave him a simple nod.

“Trauma’s not inherently bad,” said Ray. “Everyone at this table has gone through some.”

“I know, dad,” she said quietly. She looked at George and he nodded. “Our parents were in a house fire. So were we. I was five and Georgie was four.”

“She carried him out and went next door for help,” you said.

“I was in a car accident last year,” said Jensen. You turned your head. It wasn’t public knowledge that he was in the car. He’d flat out told you that aside from family and a few friends, no one besides you knew. “I almost died. My wife did but for other reasons. You can still have trauma and a really good life.”

“Very good point, Jensen,” said Ray. “You two rugrats wouldn’t be around if mom and I had moped around in our misery forever.”

“Was he always such a sap?” asked George.

“From the day I met him,” you said, Jensen grabbing your hand under the table. “Would you mind watching the kids for a second?”

“Not at all,” he said. You excused yourself and brought Jensen along with you, walking out to the beach area, the breeze cool but light.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I can talk about it now. I went from having the worst year of my life to one of the best. Nothing bad’s gonna happen for saying what really happened. I want to let all that shit go and have the rest of that really good life I was talking about.”

“For someone who keeps a lot inside I sure have noticed a difference in you the past few weeks.”

“To quote both of the loves of my life, I gotta let that shit out more regularly,” he said. You smiled and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, giving him a kiss.

“You know that’s what we call growth, babe.”

“I very easily could have gone the opposite way this year.”

“But you didn’t, cause you tried even though it sucks sometimes. I love you but I extra love happy you and you’re definitely a happier guy now than when I met you.”

“So are you, honey,” he said. “Must make a pretty good team or something.”

“Oh yeah, maybe that’s it.”

“We should honestly get like, married or something, you know?” he teased.

“First I have to know though, are you willing to do cookie cake for a wedding cake?”

“I’m willing to make that sacrifice,” he said. “The real questions is, are you willing to deal with the eventual dad bod that will happen as a result?”

“I love this bod, but I don’t love you for this bod,” you said.

“Thank you for today,” he said softly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said. He grinned and kissed your cheek, hugging you tightly. “What are best friends for?”

“Everything?”

“Hell yeah they are Ackles.”

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A/N: Read Part 15 here!

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Late Night Trips (Day 3: Bats)

This is a continuation of Day 2. Read it here

Marinette walks around the Halloween section of the store, giggling into her phone.

“I don’t know why you’re so against it!” She teases, adding a bag of bat window clings to her little basket, despite Jason’s grumbling on the other end of the phone.

“Because the vigilantes are known as the Bats, M. Just feels weird for our windows to be covered in tiny bats.” He grumbles, and she snorts, glad that he can’t see the way her face reddens when he refers to the windows as theirs. Sure, he hadn’t officially moved in, but he stayed at her place more than the manor lately. She loved it.

“Okay, Jay, if it really upsets you that much, I won’t get them.” She promises, taking the bats back out of her basket. She really did think they were cute though, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“We could get ghosts or pumpkins instead.” Jason suggests and she grins, switching the bats out with the ghosts.

“Hmmm, the ghosts have top hats, so I’m definitely sticking with those.” She says. There’s silence on the other end of the line. “Jay?”

“Marinette, are you at the store right now?” He asks, and she can hear the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, but I’m at the little one down the street. I’ll be fine, Jason.” She reassured him. She loved him, she did, but he got way too paranoid about her going out at night sometimes. Sure that was when more Rogues and criminals were active, but she could take care of herself. Which she clearly showed him last weekend when she punched that stupid Scarecrow in the face.

“I- please, M. Just, please be careful.” He says, not lecturing her like he’d half expected.

“I will be, promise. See you when you get home.” She says. He worked nights most of the time, but she was still able to see him since she kind of made her own hours when she was working on commissions. Or, she just stayed up all day and night. It was honestly a coin toss.

“I love you.” He says, and her smile widens.

“Love you too.” She says, hanging up and heading to the registers. She quickly checks out and leaves, pulling her jacket closer as she steps out into the cold night. That was the only thing she didn’t love about Gotham. The cold. Once the sun was down, it was like it was winter, no matter the time of year. Sighing, she continues her walk back to the apartment, careful to make sure she stays aware of her surroundings. Sure, she could fight off a mugger, but she didn’t necessarily want to. She just wanted to get home and half a nice cup of coffee. Or hot chocolate. Something warm. She hums under her breath, almost to the apartment, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Immediately, she tenses. She starts to move a little faster, grimacing as she hears the footsteps behind her quicken as well. Of course the streets are empty. She’s the only one stupid enough to actually be out this late. Crap. She yelps in surprise as the person- man, she realizes- that had been following her grabs her wrist and twists her around.

“Come on sweetheart, doncha wanna spend some time with me.” The man says, tugging her close and letting his reeking breath pour over her face. She grimaces.

“No thank you.” She says, trying to tug her wrist away from the man. His eyes narrow and his grip tightens, more than she’d been expecting. He turns them so that they’re just inside the alley instead of on the open street. Oh hell no.

“C’mon babe-” He starts before she cuts him off with a punch in the face. He groans in surprise and stumbles slightly, still not letting go of her wrist. “If that’s how ya wanna be.” He says, his eyes darkening. She huffs and drops her bags, bringing her knee up and kneeing him in just the right place. He doubles over and lets go of her wrist. Now having both hands, she’s able to grab him (he’s too busy groaning in pain) and ram his head into the wall. He crumples almost instantly and she lets out a huff. So maybe Jason was right and she shouldn’t go shopping so late at night. But he didn’t have to know about this, right?

“Are you alright ma’am?” A voice asks. She whirls around, her fists up in defense until she sees who it is. She sighs and relaxes her posture.

“Hello Nightwing. Um, yeah, yeah I’m fine.” She says, glancing at the man on the ground. “Though, I’d feel a bit better if you had something we could tie him up with.”

“Of course. Robin?” He says, and she blinks in surprise as a hero who couldn’t be older than fifteen steps out of the shadows. Obviously she’d done her research on the heroes, but she was still a little taken aback to see a teenager in costume again. She just nods at him in thanks as he pulls out...zip ties? And cuffs the man’s hands behind his back.

“You were quite efficient in taking the man down. We approached just as you got out of his grip.” Robin says, and she smiles awkwardly.

“Yeah, uh, there were villains in Paris when I was a kid so I had to learn some basic self defense.” She says, not telling them everything, but not exactly lying either.

“Still, you know it’s really dangerous to be out this late at night, right? Even for someone who took down Scarecrow as well as you did.” Nightwing says and she flinches back, frowning.

“Uh, sorry, that day is a little fuzzy. Were you there?” She asks. Sure, Red Robin could’ve just told the others, but the look on his face? How he said it? Makes it seem like he’d actually seen the fight.

“No, but we watched the body cam footage from Red Robin.” Nightwing says with a wide smile.

“Mon Dieu.” She mumbles, shaking her head. She could tell Jason that some of the Bats thought she was a good fighter, but then she’d have to admit what happened tonight. And she really didn’t want him to worry any more than he already does.

“We will assist you in getting home once the police arrive to pick up this cretin.” Robin says, and she puffs her cheeks out, trying to figure out a nice way to tell them ‘thanks but no thanks’. If they had to wait around for the police, there was a chance Jason would be home by the time they got there.

“I’m sure I can get home just fine by myself.” She reassures them, and Nightwing frowns.

“Probably, but it would be kinda rude of us to send you along after something like this and not make sure you made it home safe.” He says. She sighs.

“Look, is there any way you can follow from the roofs or something? If you guys escort me home and my boyfriend is there, I’m gonna have to look at him and tell him he’s right and I shouldn’t go to the store late at night and he’s gonna panic and freak out that I could’ve been hurt which is super sweet, but then he’s not gonna be overprotective for a week and that makes it hard on him because then he doesn’t concentrate at work and I know he thinks I don’t notice but every time I get hurt, he comes home from work hurt and I know it’s because he’s distracted and I hate seeing him hurt and-” She rambles, only stopping when Nightwing puts a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise and she winces in apology.

“We’ll trail you, but you should still probably tell him.” He says softly, and she frowns, nodding. This was gonna suck.

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Marinette waves at the roof of the building across the street before walking into the building and heading up to the apartment. She can hear the low hum of the tv, letting her know Jason is already home. She takes in a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in.

“Hey M.” Jason calls from the couch, a smile on his face. She smiles back, silently noting that his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He was either fighting with his dad again, or something went wrong at work. And now she was about to drop the whole ‘I took down a guy who tried to yank me into an alley’ thing on him. She sets her bags on the table and kicks her shoes off before walking over and sitting on the couch, instantly curling into his side. They sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes and she relaxes.

“You okay?” He asks softly, and she sighs, sitting up and looking at him, wringing her hands together.

“So, don’t freak out.” She says, and he frowns. “Um, you were right about the whole shopping at night in Gotham thing.” She says, thankful that he seems to understand immediately.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, eyes scanning her, pausing on her wrist. She frowns. Her wrist was definitely currently hidden by her sleeve, how did he know it was bruised? She sighs and pushes her sleeves up, grinning at him awkwardly.

“Just a little bruise.” She says, and he frowns.

“A little- Marinette, that bruise is all around your wrist. Are you sure it’s not broken?” He asks worriedly.

“I’m sure, I know what broken bones feel like. I’m a clutz, remember?” She teases, smiling softly at him. She breathes a sigh of relief when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. He shifts so that he’s practically laying on the couch, moving her so that she’s laying on top of him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He mumbles. She rolls her eyes, burying herself into his chest.

“I’m fine, Jay. I won’t go shopping so late next time. Besides, some of the Bats showed up.” She says, giggling at his scoff.

“As if those idiots did anything.” He snarks.

“I mean, Nightwing and Robin both commented on my fighting skills.” She teases, laughing as he reaches up and turns her face to look at him.

“M, Marinette, love of my life, what exactly did Robin say?” He asks and her face heats up at how easily he calls her the love of his life. Did he mean it?

“Uh, something about being efficient in taking the man down?” She says, finding it hard to think with how intense Jason’s stare was. He laughs, a wide smile on his face.

“Ya know, Robin is supposedly the least easily impressed. Apparently he can be a bit of a pain.” He says and she grins before laying back down.

“Well then, at least we know I can take care of myself.” She says, feeling him sigh. He doesn’t disagree though, just kisses the top of her head. Warm and safe, she slowly drifts off to sleep.

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BONUS

Jason smirks as he walks into the Batcave the next night.

“So Demon Spawn, my girlfriend is an efficient fighter?” He asks. Damian scowls.

“Shut it, Todd. Just because I think she is an efficient fighter does not mean that I believe you are.” He says and Jason snorts. “Don’t laugh Todd, I truly believe that she could knock you on your ass.”

“Language, Little D.” Dick says, walking in with his suit on, but mask off. “He does have a point though. I think she could probably hold her own against any of us, even for a couple minutes.” Jason just grins widely. Oh yeah, his girlfriend was a badass.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 105: Cuddle

"And then!" Draco shouted, "Then, Mrs. Fibblewinks demanded that I not only fetch her cat out of the tree but that I bring in her laundry off the line!" He collapsed onto the chair across from Harry.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for the other man, he'd really had a bad string of days while Harry had been on desk duty healing up from an injury earlier in the week. "Does someone need a cuddle?" Harry asked without really thinking about it.

Draco froze, his mouth popping open in surprise and his cheeks coloring slightly.

Harry replayed what he'd just said and felt a wave of mortification wash over him, "Godric. Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "Teddy spent the weekend and we're working on expressing our emotions in a not hurtful way."

The other man relaxed a bit with a little chuckle. "Ah," he replied. "That makes sense."

"Sorry," Harry said again.

"It's fine," he assured, "don't mention it."

He cleared his throat and tried not to imagine how great it would feel to hold the other man tight in his arms until he felt better. "So after Mrs. Fibblewinks, Robards sent you to see Mr. Scott, right?"

Draco groaned and began regaling Harry with the tale from that afternoon.

(Read more below the cut)

A few hours later, as was their Friday custom, they met at Harry's house to have dinner, drink beer, and play video games. They were several beers in, racing around the track on Mario carts, and Harry was feeling the sort of content that he always felt on nights like this.

When Draco won the final lap he laughed, "Well at least one thing's turned out alright today."

"I'm sorry," Harry said with a wince. "We'll be back to normal next week once they clear me for active duty."

He groaned and leaned back against the back of the couch, "They all still hate me, you know?" he murmured. "And I forget sometimes because they won't assign us bullshit cases when I'm working with you, but-"

"Hey," Harry said softly, "That's not true."

Draco turned his head to look at him, "It is."

"I don't hate you," Harry said because as much as he hated it, Draco probably wasn't wrong people were still awful and prejudiced.

He nodded, "I know, it just gets to me sometimes. I've worked with most of these people for years now and I just feel like they'll never see me."

Reaching over, Harry did the only thing he could think to do and pulled him into a hug.

Draco huffed a laugh but when Harry didn't let go he sank into the embrace, his whole body going boneless against Harry's. "Alright, fine," Draco murmured, "I did need a cuddle."

"This is okay, then?" Harry whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs.

The other man nodded, "Yeah," he whispered back.

They stayed like that for a long moment until Harry repeated, "I don't hate you."

"I don't hate you, either," Draco replied.

He hummed and buried his face in Draco's downy soft hair, "Kind of the opposite," he breathed and then waited to see how much backpedaling he'd need to do.

Draco froze for a moment, "I feel the opposite, too," he confessed.

"Could we maybe add cuddling to the things that we do on Fridays?"

He felt Draco smile against his neck, "Could we maybe add more days, too?"

Harry nodded, "If you want."

"Alright."

"Alright," he breathed. Then he asked, "Could we add one more thing, do you think?"

"Depends on what it is."

He took a deep breath, feeling suddenly too nervous to speak.

Draco drew back and searched his face, a little smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Are you a Gryffindor or aren't you?"

"Can I kiss you," he whispered before he could lose his nerve again.

Draco grinned at him before leaning in and pressing his lips to Harry's with a little groan.

Harry slid his fingers into Draco's hair and re-angled his head a bit to slot their mouths together more fully. And then he sank into the warm, familiar comfort of kissing Draco.

"Yes," Draco whispered when he pulled back, "we can definitely add this to the list of things we do."

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Day 104: Diversion | Day 106: Eyes

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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YOOOOO ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYYY🥳🥳🥳🥳 that is all sending a big hug

YOOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATEEEEE!!!!! Congrats, you have won Loyal Reader extra points, I have this commission you asked a century ago so yeah, happy bday sweets

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 1.8k

Genre: smut, basically pwp, mild angst

Rating: 18+ I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY MINOR CLICKING ON THAT “READ MORE”, ARE WE CLEAR?

Trigger warnings: swearing, hard domme!Vixen, brat!Vixen, hard sub!Joon, strip-tease!Vixen, bondage, vibrating cockring, dildo, overstimulation (male receiving), daddy kink, mention of gagging (with panties), mention of porn, voyeurism and exhibitionism, cumplay, suspension of powerplay. And Switch!Joon, i guess, too. Very unprotected activities USE CONDOMS!!! Don’t eat cum unless the other person/people can prove they’re clean.

“My hands, please. I’m sorry,” Namjoon whined, breathing through his mouth, his chest gluttonously naked, your lipstick marking it here and there. “Vixen, baby.”

“No.” You spoke it with a smile, gathering some saliva in your mouth, your head ten miles ahead of you, already planning what to do after you got up from your legs-spread-bent-over-ass-right-in-front-of-his-eyes position.

He had been whimpering since the moment you found out he wanted you to go cougar on him.

And he’d enjoyed being the prey for once — however, technically, even though you always let him take control, he knew he wasn’t preying on an innocent lamb. You were his vicious fox even when you submitted to him.

“Vixen.” It was cruel. Feet? Bound. Hands? Bound. Dick? Very fucking trapped in a very fucking vibrating cockring.

“Do you need my panties in your mouth to stay quiet?” You rolled your eyes at the fact that you had to swallow and change your plans because he couldn’t for the love of him keep his mouth shut.

“But I’m gonna cum.”

You kneeled on the floor and smiled. “Not my problem.”

He sobbed and threw his head back. “Come on. How fucking long has it been, three hours?”

“Based on my playlist, only six minutes.” You loosened his necktie — currently around your neck — and undid the first couple buttons on his shirt — which of course you were wearing rather sluttily. And that little plaid skirt? The one he always teased you about when he gave you assignments and tests?

He was regretting it now. A lot. It slipped down your legs so torturously as you stood, planting a foot between his parted legs.

He stared at it — at the Louboutins he had bought you after you spent one entire weekend oversexing him — and regretted them too.

You cocked an eyebrow and forced him to look at you. “Still thinking about that stripper?”

“Which one?”

You smirked. The answer was, after all, correct. “I don’t know if I should be happy you forgot or be worried about you seeing way too many of them.”

“It was just porn. Come on. You know I belong to you. Head to toe—” He shivered his glutes flexing a couple times before he growled and arched all the way, his orgasm spilling over his stomach and abdomen. “Fuck— Fuck, fuck, fuck, Vixen!”

“Language,” you chirped, slipping three fingers into his open mouth and pressing his tongue down, drool dripping out causing you to smirk and giggle. “Such a sorry mess.”

He hummed, his hips still swirling as he still tried to find some relief.

You took a step back, wiping your hand against your mouth, Namjoon whimpering as the vibrations didn’t stop. “Switch it off!”

“What? The music?” You tugged the necktie off you, eyes on him as you faked realisation. “Oh! You mean the lights!”

“Don’t you dare act all that smug. Don’t you—”

“Can’t hear you,” you spoke back, undoing the buttons slowly, shrugging off the shirt and turning around, dropping to the floor, grabbing your ass and squeezing it as you rotated your hips slowly, kneeling forward on your elbows, crawling forward until your arms adhered entirely to the floor, your back fully arched as your cheek met the floor.

“Touch yourself,” he growled darkly and needily.

“Do I need to remind you who’s in charge?” You sneered as you turned around to look at him. He had recovered from his post-orgasmic blues and sensitivity and was well on his way to a second high.

So you stood up and turned to face him. The remote to the toy was safely strapped between your breasts, hooked on your bra. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“Vixen.” He loved how flawless your evil plan was. You had designed it to make him livid. And it was unwillingly playing out to the T. Knowing you, he realised you had probably calculated him being obnoxiously talkative.

He tried his theory. “Come over here.”

You were entirely lost in the music, eyes closed, jamming to it almost naked in front of your tied up boyfriend. Well, fiance. “Or what?”

“You damn brat—”

“Are you gonna spank me, daddy?” you taunted him coquettishly. The laugh that followed had Namjoon considering whether he made the greatest mistake of his life by getting addicted to you.

“I swear, if I get my hands on you—” he said, his voice raspy.

“I’m wondering how that is going to happen…” you mused, still moving to the beat of the music, the swaying of your hips reminding him why he always let you ride him that much.

He shrugged and shook his head, a drip of precum reminding him he was definitely overestimating his liberties. “I won’t be tied up forever.”

“I can lock myself in the guestroom,” you reminded him.

“But you can’t stay locked in there forever,” he replied with a sadistic smirk.

One more shrug before you lowered the vibrations — he was enjoying the toy way too much. “Too bad you’re a workaholic and I’m alone most of the time I’m in here.”

He kept a straight face at the stimulation fading, but he was not as serene about the reminder. “I’ll work from home.”

“Don’t bother yourself for me.”

Your remark poisoned him. “Come over here, babylove. Please.”

You obeyed. Not without grabbing the dildo that had been mocking Namjoon from the very first second of your striptease. He knew you would fuck yourself with it and keep him salivating, watching.

You placed it between his legs and kneeled, untying his ankles. “Keep it still.”

“Please, Vixen.” He wouldn’t be able to stand that.

You shook your head. “Maybe you don’t get it yet, but you must do what I tell you.”

He followed your instructions and stayed quiet. He watched you drool all over the toy before you collected his sticky cum with your fingers. You observed your fingertips for a second, then drew the tip of the silicone cock.

“Miss.”

You looked at him. His eyes were darker, his face more relaxed, no scrunching or pouting or begging. “Yes, Joonie bear.”

“Are you going to lick that, miss?” He had given up. He had pushed you too far.

“What would you like me to lick, Joonie? The dildo? Your cum on my fingers?” Your voice was more gentle and calm this time, no mocking in sight.

“The cum.”

You didn’t think twice. You licked your fingers clean, then straddled Namjoon comfortably, holding the toy as you tried to insert it.

“Doesn’t it hurt, Miss?”

You smiled. This was the submissive you wanted from the start. “It feels just fine, Joonie bear.” He was drenched in sweat, and you had to push his hair off his face to look him in the eye properly. You kissed his jaw, eyes rolling shut as the toy — significantly smaller than Namjoon — slipped in effortlessly. “I'm sorry I was mean to you, love.”

“It's okay.” Seeing him from this up close, so tired and weak, softened you a little.

“I said bad things about your job. I didn't mean it.” You pressed your lips to his, and he whimpered into your mouth, moving the dildo as he shifted for relief. “Do you need me to slow down? Are you still into this, baby?”

“Yes, I'm feeling good, Miss. Please, use me.” He looked so broken. “Use me.” This time he was truly begging.

“Can I use the toy just once? I'll use you afterwards, I promise, darling.” You stretched to kiss his brow. “I promise.”

He nodded, speechless, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he smelled the way his cologne changed as it mixed with your perspiration. It was more opulent and decadent, it became more exotic and dark, almost sweet.

“I wanna put the vibrations on max so I can press your ring to my clit and cum like that.”

He stretched to your mouth. “Please, do it.” He licked your jaw, his arms twitching. He would have grabbed your ass if he were free. He would have helped you grind on him, on the toy, on whatever.

You changed the setting quickly, feeling Namjoon exhale against you, slowly, his breath so cool on your burning skin. “I'm gonna cum again. I'm not sure I can fuck you after that, if that's what you were thinking.”

“You can,” you reassured him. “I'll give you a pause and fuck your face in the meantime.”

He cackled. “That's what I meant by 'use me'”. He groaned once you grabbed his cock, fixing its angle so that the knob of the ring rested on your clit perfectly. “Are we still power playing?”

You shook your head. “We're back to us if you want to.”

He nodded. “I want to.” You both hummed as you started undulating a little on him. Your tummy stroked his sex, the ring took care of your clit, your front adhered to his as you abandoned your body on top of his. “It was fun. But extenuating. I miss my daddy.” You kissed his neck, nipping at it very lightly.

“Daddy's always here, Vixen. Always yours.” He recognised your approaching high. Maybe you would be faster than him and—

There. You were done. Your thighs tightened all of a sudden, your body tensed for maybe five seconds before it all came loose. “Joonie,” you whined out, relief washing over you as you found the utmost pleasure. “Daddy,” you called, Namjoon fighting against the manacles restricting his wrists.

“I'm here, baby. I just need my wrists free, baby fox.”

You stayed loose and lazy for half a second before switching off the toy. Namjoon sighed in relief, your body once more abandoned against his. “Baby fox, free my wrists, please.”

You did as you were told, your hands skillfully operating without you even looking.

“Good girl,” he rewarded you as you undid the first cuff. He stayed still until they both plopped onto the comfy pillow of the armchair. “Get off that toy, babylove. Now.”

You lifted high enough for him to remove the dildo from inside you.

“I told you I would destroy you once you'd free me. Am I correct?”

You looked up at him. And there it was, that little cocky grin. “You said you would spank me.”

“I did not. I let you believe it.”

You faked outrage as you unglued yourself from him and stared. “Unfair!”

He pulled you closer and slid inside you, almost impaling you. “Fuck!” you squeaked before he grabbed your face.

“What?”

“Fuck,” you spat out. “Me,” you added, a look of challenge in your face.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and next thing you knew, your back was pressed to the wall, his hot chest against yours. “Hold on tight.”

#Namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon drabble #namjoon scenario #domme!reader #namjoon x vixen #52 hertz #bangtansorciere #thetruthuntoldnet #btswritersclub #houseofddaeng

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | [CHAPTER 3]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, possessive!dom!wonwoo, daddy!kink, sex toys, dirty talk, squirting, fingering, oral(fem receiving), sexy aftercare! YALL WHAT A WEEK EH? 🥴 I’m exhausted and about to sleep thru the entire weekend(in actuality☠️) fkjhsdh Will try to answer inbox msgs if I’m not too tired(if I am, def sunday!)💕💕💕 and maybe thirst posts in between sleep if I can! 😗 Exciting!! I’m trying to be a bit more active, at least on the weekends lol baby steps!!😭💕 Anyway, I hope y’all have a lovely weekend~ Enjoy ch 3! I love u!! 💕

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“Is this… It?”

Wonwoo laughs; the smell of alcohol on his lips when he leans towards you. “No, I just thought we’d have a little fun before I gave you your real present later, is all.”

The party had ‘started’ at least an hour ago and Wonwoo, despite his dislike of parties, was already three drinks in by the time you were knocking on the front door of the loud frat house. He’d dragged you to the kitchen to make you a drink while you chatted with others for a bit before he was tugging you up the stairs and into his room.

“Unless you don’t wanna play, ‘cause that’s okay too.”

He twirls the vibrating panties around his index finger - head tilted slightly in your direction. You roll your eyes in return, reaching for the fabric as you lean in closer to his warmth. “Me? Not wanting to play? Do you even know me?” You quip back, already taking the fabric from between his fingertips as you reach under your skirt to start removing your panties to replace them with the ones Wonwoo had given you.

Biting his lip, he watches as you slowly slide your panties down your legs. “I’m trying to get to know you.” He mumbles - more to himself than to you but the slight giggle he hears from you lets him know that you heard him perfectly clear.

“I know. Although, let’s be real, we haven’t done much talking, huh?”

Wonwoo’s lips purse into an embarrassed smile; cheeks a pale pink when you finish changing and toss him your old panties.

“We can go on a date? Tomorrow? Sunday?” He offers - taking the fabric and putting it in his pants pocket for keeps.

Nodding, you reach for his hand, squeezing it before linking your fingers with his.

“Let’s figure it out when you’re not already 3 drinks in, hmm?”

You catch up and surpass Wonwoo’s level of drunkenness in no time; taking shots with Soonyoung before Wonwoo can finally catch you.

“H-hey!” The room spins as Wonwoo grabs your arm and you find yourself in the familiar empty kitchen as your eyes try to adjust to the brightness. “I was, hic, gonna drink another s-shot!”

“I know, but you need water and I’ve been trying to get you to drink some for the last 25 minutes.”

“Daddy, why’re you so meaaaaan…”

Wonwoo pauses, fingers frozen on the bottle cap before he turns to you. He hands you the bottle silently before reaching for his phone - eyes on you as you start to down the contents.

It only takes a few seconds before the vibrations start and you’re taken by surprise as you sputter and spill water all over the countertop and floor.

“Good girls know when to behave. And you’re not doing so well right now, sweetheart.”

Your thighs clamp together, fingertips almost crushing the plastic bottle as the vibrations send thrums of arousal pouring over your body in an instant. “Ah, I--hic, wh--what, but--but I…” The alcohol makes your body much more sensitive and your head feels hazy and overwhelmed with the toy pressed firmly against your clit. “Buh--but I just wanted to d-drink…”

“And I wanted you to drink some water and you ran to take shots, princess.”

Pouting, you shakily place the half empty bottle down onto the counter before you walk up to Wonwoo. You wrap your arms around his waist, quiet moans rolling off your lips as you stare up at his intoxicated expression. “Well, I was trying to until you decided to make me spill it...”

Wonwoo’s soft laughter reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to turn off the toy as you slump against him.

“Can we go back up to your room now, daddy?” Your voice is slightly slurred and muffled against his shirt; eyes fluttering shut as you inhale his addicting scent.

“Now where’d all the fun be in that, princess?”

Throughout the night, Wonwoo sporadically turns the toy on - making you jolt and latch onto the nearest person or object as your legs threaten to give out when he doesn’t always start off with the lowest setting.

“Whoa, you okay?” Mingyu asks, brows furrowed when your vice-like grip on his arm only tightens as Wonwoo sets the vibration speed higher. “You look like you’re gonna be sick. You might wanna slow down on those drinks.” Minghao nods in agreement, stepping closer to you to place a hand against your warm forehead.

“She’s kinda warm too. Must be all the alcohol.”

The pair nod to each other, convincing themselves it was all the drinks as Wonwoo shoots you a cocky smirk. You shift your weight to your left leg, making the toy sit perfectly against your clit in the process. The wetness in your panties was already unbearable and it was only getting worse.

“Fu--fuck… I’m okay, just---um, I think I need to go to the restroom.” You excuse yourself just as Wonwoo turns the toy off again and you pry your sweaty palm off of Mingyu’s arm before making a beeline for the restroom down the hall. Naturally, there’s a small line to get in and despite the fact you don’t really need to go, you figure splashing some water on your face would help you a little.

“My, my, who do we have here?”

It’s a voice you don’t recognize and when you lift your head to face the person in front of you, it’s a male you don’t know either. “Um… Can I… Help you?” You ask meekly. He’s very obviously inebriated, eyes unfocused as he gives you a once over before licking his lips.

“D’you wanna go in together? You can help me in there if you’d like.”

You can only grimace - fully ready to give him a piece of your mind when an arm slings around your shoulder and you feel yourself being tucked protectively into Wonwoo’s side.

“Sorry, but she’s going to be helping me right now, won’t you, princess?”

The tenseness in Wonwoo’s jaw is ever present even when he’s situated between your trembling thighs - the tip of his tongue running through your soaked folds before he slightly pulls away.

“Wanted to play with you downstairs a little longer but, ah, well… Isn’t this more fun, princess?”

“A-ah, will they b-be mad you’re, mmh, ditching your own p-party though…?” Wonwoo grins, eyes peering up at your slightly unfocused stare and your swollen lips.

“I don’t even think they noticed I was gone, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo leans in, dragging his tongue from your clit to your entrance as slowly as possible as you whine and start to ease your fingertips into his hair. “Oh, d-daddy…” You tug slightly, pulling him closer towards you as you start to grind against his waiting tongue.

“Oh, god, it feels s-so good… Been w-waiting for you to, ah, t-touch me all night…” He moves slow, circling your clit with his tongue before sucking the nub into his mouth. Garbled noises spill from your lips - mixing in with soft pleas for him to do more.

But despite Wonwoo’s original annoyance of someone else trying to hit on you, that being the reason he even decided to leave the party, he finds it all melting away the second you start moaning his name in pleasure.

He dips his tongue into your entrance, collecting the wetness on it as he moans against your skin at how sweet you taste. It sends shivers up your spine - toes curling and hips bucking up towards his mouth as you chase the feeling. “Wonwoo… D-daddy, more… Ah, please, w-wanna feel your f-fingers too…”

“Fucked your pretty ‘lil cunt so good yesterday and you’re still so needy, huh, princess?” He reaches his hand in between your legs, popping his fingers into his wet mouth before running them through your folds.

“So greedy. Always want your cunt stuffed full of me, hmm? Whether it’s my cock or my fingers. Even just having my tongue on you is enough to get you to cum.” Once he deems his fingers wet enough, he positions his index and middle finger at your entrance before he starts to slowly sink them both inside of you. “Pretty ‘lil cunt is always ready to take my cock, isn’t it?”

You’re so wet that his fingers slide in easily; already curling into your g-spot as you cry loudly into the air. “O-oh, fuck! Daddy, please…!” Letting go of Wonwoo’s hair, you opt to tangle your fingers into his bed sheets - simultaneously spreading your quivering legs further apart when he starts to thrust his fingers into you at a moderate pace.

“Please? Please what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Wonwoo scissors his fingers, stretching your pussy open as you throw your head back against his pillows. “Ngh, want y-you to fuck me, ah, d-daddy… Wanna feel your cock i-inside…” He smiles, leaning back in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs before you feel his tongue on your clit again.

He flicks the nub with the tip of his tongue at the same time he curls his fingers into your g-spot, sending your overly sensitive body hurtling towards an orgasm as you whine and mewl above him.

“D-daddy… I c-can’t, I--ah!”

Your walls clamp down hard onto his fingers; entire body trembling as you cum on his fingers and his tongue. And he works you through it - curling and wiggling his fingers inside your pussy to milk your orgasm.

“Mm, now you’re even more wet, princess~ Ready to take my cock?” Your head is buzzing, fingertips loosening their grip on the bed sheets when he slowly starts to pull his fingers from inside of you. “Mmhmm… Ah, hurry d-daddy… fuh--feels so e-empty…”

Wonwoo slowly sits up from between your legs; popping the wet digits into his mouth to lick off your wetness.

“So insatiable.”

You realize when Wonwoo positions his cock at your entrance that this is truly the first time you get to see his naked body since he’d come back.

“Daddy, I--”

The words get caught in your throat as he swiftly bottoms out in a singular thrust; his abs tightening and showing off his toned muscles as you feel yourself start to drool over his physique.

You tell yourself to ask him for pictures later, if you can remember.

The oversensitivity in your body makes you whimper and you’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist when he starts a moderately quick pace.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, sweetheart.” Admittedly, Wonwoo knows he won’t be able to hold out for very long himself - already too aroused to stave off his orgasm for much longer with your slick walls sucking his cock in deeper. “And you’re all mine, right?”

You nod back frantically, bleary eyes peering up at Wonwoo’s own blown out pupils. “Ngh, y-yes, fuck! I’m, hah, y-yours… God, I don’t wan’t a-anyone, ah, else, daddy…”

Your words go straight to his cock as he growls, “That’s right. Only daddy gives you what you want, right, princess? Only my cock satisfies you the way you want - filling you up to the brim and keeping you full, just how you like it.”

“Mmh, oh g-god, Wonwoo…” Whines pour from your mouth as you dig your heels into his lower back to press him closer into you.

His cock grazes against your cervix as you mewl; back arching off the bed with how deep he was fucking you.

He uses a free hand to reach down to your clit, rubbing the swollen, sensitive nub between his fingertips as you immediately latch a shaky hand onto his forearm. “P-please, oh, mmh!”

Wonwoo smirks, watching as your eyes cross from the immense pleasure pouring over your body. “C’mon, princess. Wanna feel you cumming on my cock again before I fill this filthy ‘lil cunt of yours with cum.”

You’re reduced to rushed, broken cries of his name as the pressure builds inside your body quickly; only a loud gasp falling from your lips as the tension snaps for a second time, only this time, much stronger than the first.

“Fuck, that’s right, cum for me, baby.”

He works you through your orgasm, fucking you harder as you squirt all over his lower half and the bed sheets.

Drool dribbles down your chin, thighs shaking uncontrollably when Wonwoo pulls all the way out to tap the head of his cock against your sensitive clit - making your body jolt with each slap before he’s quickly sheathing his throbbing cock back inside your tight cunt.

“God, you’re so tight and wet, princess. Bet you feel so fuckin’ good, huh?” Wonwoo licks his lips, “Gonna cum inside your pretty ‘lil cunt now, okay?”

You nod, lips parted in quiet moans when you feel his thick cock throbbing between your walls. “H-hurry, give it to me, d-daddy… Wanna feel y-you, ah, cumming inside my p-pussy…”

He only groans in return, letting the pleasure wash over him as his orgasm starts to crest.

This time, you work him through it - clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust into you. “Mmh... suh--so good...” You slur out; head fuzzy as you bathe in the post orgasmic haze.

And Wonwoo fares no better - fingertips digging into your skin as he rides out his high.

“Oh... fuck.”

When you come to, it doesn’t even fully process to you what’d happened.

“Sweetheart? Princess? Baby?”

Wonwoo’s voice sounds muffled as you try to sit up, but he’s quick to slow you down as he sighs. “Ah, not--not so fast. You just passed out, I was... really scared for a second there, sweetheart.” He leans in close, checking your eyes before gently stroking your cheek. “Are you okay? Feeling faint? Does your head hurt? Or any part of you, really.”

“I--I don’t even remember that happening... Just, you were cumming and then everything went... dark.” You shake the tension from your body - already noting that you were re-dressed in your panties and one of Wonwoo’s big shirts. “I... Well, I’m not drunk anymore?”

He shakes his head as you laugh airily; trying to ease his nerves. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” The ‘baby’ makes your heart jump as you mumble a shy ‘mmhmm’ back.

“Okay, now you really need to drink some water. I got you cleaned up while you were out and put you in some warm clothes. I’ll grab you something to eat from downstairs in a bit, I’m sure there’s boxes of pizza still down there.” Wonwoo grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, handing it to you as he sits by your side. “I haven’t even given you your actual gift and you already passed out once for the night.”

Gently slapping his arm, you down half the water bottle before you pass it back to him.

“Can I still have it or will it also make me pass out again?”

This time, the two of you share a laugh as he gets up from the bed and walks over to his dresser to fetch a small box. “I mean, I guess it depends on how you see it?”

He passes you the small box - slightly nervous when you start to inspect it.

“You’re not trying to pull a Van Gogh moment with a cut off piece of ear or something are you?” Wonwoo laughs; loud and exaggerated.

“Sadly not. But open it, I think you’ll like it.”

You start opening the small box, pulling away the layers of printed tissue paper to reveal a set of two keys. “Keys?”

“Mmhmm.”

“To... The library?”

Wonwoo snorts, doubling over in laughter as he slaps his leg. “N-no... A key for the frat house and a key... for my bedroom. So you can have access here whenever you want. Or need, really.”

You’re taken by surprise as you dangle the keys in front of your face; cheeks warming up at the fact Wonwoo essentially gave you keys to his private space. “I--Wow, I--Wonwoo... This, wow... I don’t know what to say.”

“Good or bad?”

“G-good! Really really good but just... are you sure?”

He nods back - shy eyes avoiding the way you stare at him.

“I--I want to trust you more and I want you to trust me too. You don’t have to give me keys to your place or anything at all. I just want you to know that you have a place here if you want to study or just chill. I don’t have a big work load this semester so I’m in here a lot anyway. And let’s be real, we can’t alway mess around in the library, right?”

He chuckles gently under his breath, “But we can play all we want in here.”

You nod, mentally contemplating whether or not to do the same.

I’ll think about it later, you tell yourself.

“What if wanna just sleep here with you, hmm? Nothin’ sexy.” You ask, twirling the keys around your finger.

“You can do that. I’d like that actually. Why don’t we do that tonight, huh, baby? Stay the night and then we can go out for breakfast in the morning.”

Biting your lip, you place the keys back into the box before setting it on the nightstand. “I’d like that too.”

Wonwoo gets up from the bed, dusting off his sweats before readjusting his glasses.

“For now, I think you need to eat some cold pizza from downstairs. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay~”

#fratboy!wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #svt scenarios #wonwoo #wonwoo fic #uimy_meltwonu #jeon wonwoo #svt fic

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rrasado · 3 years

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Yo! If that's okay could i request the brothers (or some of the of your choice) reacting to a teen mc who already has a pact with a demon long before coming to the Devildom and this demon is pretty much their (very protective) guardian/caretaker? Like, the demon is really sweet and gentle with MC and babies them constantly but they're wary of the brothers (Nothing romantic, just platonic hcs!) Feel free to ignore if i'm bothering you!

Congrats on the 400 followers!!💞

Who’s The Guardian?

On another episode of “why didn’t I see this in my inbox before-“ but this is such a cute request.

I...haven’t played OMSWD in half a year ;-;. I never got past lesson 40 so, sorry in advanced for the OOC-

When you already have a pact

Lucifer

...is caught off guard, big time.

He probably skimmed through your files and records but not once did the thought of a seemingly innocent teenager already having a pact with a demon prior the exchange program crossed his mind.

That’s coming from someone who overthinks a lot.

As the so called right hand man of the young lord himself, he’ll want to conduct a thorough investigation on whoever this demon is. He can’t risk sullying the honor of Diavolo because of some minor slip up.

Under the guise of a friendly get together he asks MC to invite their demon pact mate over for a nice afternoon tea. Harmless correct? Well that -less becomes -ful when the demon immediate smothers their favorite human with such rare affections he didn’t knew demons were capable of.

He’ll attempt to be discreet about his intentions but, it seems the demon is more vocal about their displeasure of finding out that their dear human is living with seven of the most powerful demons in hell. So lucifer would blatantly put on a facade to keep the dignity of the council and the prince at peace. But if it were up to him...

“We all care for the human’s well being yes? A little cooperation is to be called for”

Mammon

...Feels betrayed. And disappointed

He...wasn’t MC’s first- oh god the others are laughing at him as we speak aren’t they.

Would probably try to not so discreetly compare himself to the demon, arms crossed™️

Is that why MC was so fast in making a pact with him? Like no fear whatsoever because they’ve already done this before? Now he feels dumber than before

It all ultimately ends with..the demon and mammon trying to out do each other when it comes to spoiling Mc whether material wise or affection, of course mammon is at a disadvantage given how much he denies his concern for not being Mc’s first.

But in the end, if anything bad no matter how small happens to the two demon’s beloved human, they’d probably set aside their differences and hunt down the source. It’s a whole other story if the source was mammon-

“Oi the human also has a pact with me Ya got that!”

Leviathan

...is both amazed and disdained.

On one hand- HOLY SHI- YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN MOST SUMMONERS AND YOU ALREADY HAVE A PACT? THAT’S SO SHOUNEN-

And on the other hand- wow...you’re such a normie for being able to pull in other races, what in the name of damned friendship is this-

But that disdain turns to envy, whether envying you or the demon sometimes it’s interchangeable- because he wished he was also that cared for. Being able to be brought gifts or being protective over- it’s the otome dream he’s secretly wanted.

But once he realizes that the demon just genuinely cares for MC, for whatever reason- he seems to understand along the way, maybe he to wishes to protect one of the few people that willingly put up with him with a wild smile. Teen mutuality huh.

He might even invite their demon pact mate over for a game or two- heck if things go well they three might even become a triumvirate. Overall he’ll learn to get along with them but...it’ll take a good while djdndnbd.

“H-hey...ya sure you wanna hang out with someone as yucky as me? Ah- wait I have games for three here somewhere.”

Satan

...Is highly intrigued suffice it to say.

The guy was highly enthralled when you managed to even make a pact with him through hard work and it seems there was a much farther history as to why.

Unlike the first born however, he’d be actually successful in hiding his true intentions when he decided to investigate whoever demon managed to wind up with the young human in the first place.

Those detective novels did him good Huh-

On a more serious note. He’d actually be encouraging to a certain extent until the demon directs their threats to him. Like how dare this lowly bastard make a point to the Avatar sin of Wrath- oh it was for MC’s sake...hard pass-

At one point he’s probably the closest to this demon in terms of peace next to Beelzebub since he’s the most serene of the brothers. Overall neutral to them unless the demon gives him a reason to.

“It’s nice to see the human having someone to lean on to...I wonder what would happen if that support were to suddenly collapse”

Asmodeus

...is sappy to the brim

Look at the lovely human already catching demons with finesse! Proud wine aunt moment™️. And the fact that it was prior to the program? Damn the kid has more potential than he thought.

At first the demon themself is gonna- Ehe carry MC away everytime asmo ties coming in but. With a little nudge and convincing they’d probably stay to listen to Asmo.

Trust me when I say these three will go shopping every weekend once everyone is comfortable with each other. And for what it’s worth they might even get matching outfits.

Asmo would probably try and nitpick how MC even managed to wind up in a pact with a demon without knowledge of the Devildom in the first place but at the same time he thinks it adds to the younger’s charm

These three end up being the child the mom and wine aunt dynamic and y’all can’t convince me otherwise.

“Ehh~? Oh don’t look so weary it’s bad for your face darling~”

Beelzebub

...For some reason happy.

Is this why MC managed to make a pact with his brothers so easily in so little time? Is this why the teen never seems to be bothered by any of his brothers’ threats? Overall he’s happy that you have experience.

He remembers something oddly like this...but in his case he didn’t had experience prior the fall wow way to go at angsting this am I right-

Because unlike him, a being millennia old was so confused of what’s in store for hell after the fall but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bare the fear.

And someone so young managed to get a taste of a fraction of that experience but here was MC...laughing without a care whilst this other demon places a protective arm in front of them as they interrogate beel- oh wait they were talking to him-

Food as peace offering? You bet, thankfully they did settle with food and unlike first impressions- the demon actually is the most sensible to beel seeing as he was one of the few who...didn’t actively attempt to kill their human- in fact, the demon is probably the one to inform Beel of what demon food the young teen can actually eat and what they prefer.

“I see...ah, would you maybe wanna join us? Food always tastes better when shared”

Belphegor

...could care less until they talk about the whole time universe killing thing-

Ohhh boy- belphie run I’m telling you run- no beel won’t defend you on this one in fact I think I see mammon running with the demon but belphie run boy run-

In all seriousness him and the demon will take the longest to get into terms. Heck not even Mc’s convincing has effect, because the demon really really doesn’t like the avatar of sloth for good reason.

Depending on how the demon even winded up with MC. Belphie would also not like the demon.

That...is until something actually bad happens to MC-

The demon might blindly pin it on belphie but the thing is- he’s also panicking because if he and his brothers were there and the demon was there- wHO TF IS WITH THE TEENAGER-

He...didnt want to have what he did to MC happen again. Let him be the last one to harm the spunky human. I even considered him and the demon to never actually get along no matter how long of a time but...again it all depends on the Hows and Whys.

“I...Care for them as much as you do. Just- Tsk... I don’t need you to believe me.”

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Accidentally on Purpose

Gray Fullbuster x Male Reader

Word Count: 1417

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Y/n sighed for the eighth time that morning. He was regretting ever deciding to take up magic. His family had pressured him into learning fire magic when he was younger. They had wanted him to be able to join a guild and make enough money to live comfortably, and while there was nothing wrong with the sentiment, it hadn't been what Y/n had wanted to do.

In fact, it had been nothing but trouble since then. As a fire wizard his body temperature was naturally higher than other peoples, which made it difficult to pursue his dreams.

Y/n had been to see a performance by figure skaters with a friend when he had been about to start his magic training, and from the first moment the performers had stepped out onto the ice he had been gone. It was just so beautiful. The movements of the skaters, the ambience of the arena and the awe of the crowd had taken hold of his heart and never let go.

So here he was, sitting on the stands at his local rink listening to his coach tell him for the umpteenth time that he had to either find a way to control his magic and body temperature or find another career.

"It just isn't sustainable. The harder you practice, the hotter your body gets. It's getting to the point that the ice isn't safe to be on. There has to be a way to keep your body temperature down. If there isn't, well, maybe think about joining a wizards guild and doing that instead."

His coach stood up with a sigh.

"Think on it over the weekend, okay?"

Y/n let out a heavy breath and sat back. He had no idea what he could do to fix this. He didn't want to work as a wizard. All he wanted to do was skate. He wanted to bring a little beauty and art to other people with his movement out on the ice.

Eventually the pitying looks from his friends at the rink got to be too much for Y/n and he gathered his things and left.

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The communication lacrima that the skaters each had in order to keep in contact lit up on Y/n's bedside table. He groaned as he was woken by the glow. Who would think it was a good idea to wake him up in the middle of the night?

He activated it with a glare and bit out a particularly terse response.

"What!"

"Wow, nice."

Y/n glared his bleary eyes at the lacrima. One of his friends came into view slowly as his vision cleared.

"Why are you calling me so late?"

"Nice. You should be nicer. I might not tell you the idea I had."

Y/n could tell that his friend wanted him to take the hint and ask him, but he was feeling tired and very sorry for himself after the talk with his coach that afternoon. He had come to the awful conclusion that he would have to give up on that particular dream, so to be woken up at stupid o'clock by one of his friends who wasn't going to have to give up skating, well, Y/n wasn't feeling very charitable just then.

"Good."

He closed down the connection and rolled back over to go back to sleep.

His friend was not giving up apparently, because the lacrima lit up once again.

Y/n rolled back toward it and activated it with a vicious swear.

"Just tell me what you want so I can wallow in my misery properly!"

He could see his friend shaking his head at him.

"I figured out how to solve your problem. We'll just hire an ice wizard."

Y/n stopped glaring.

"What?"

"We'll just hire an ice wizard to come in and keep the ice in tact while you're practicing. There have to be lots out there, and if you pay them enough they probably won't mind. Not to mention, there isn't any fighting or danger involved, so that's a plus!"

Y/n sat there, mind entirely blank. Why hadn't he thought of that?

His friend gave him the biggest smirk he had ever seen before.

"You're welcome!"

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Gray was confused. When he had gotten to the guild that morning he had expected to have to sit around waiting for the rest of their team to show up before having to do anything. He and Natsu would fight, get yelled at by Erza, and then, finally, decide on a job and head out to wherever it was that they needed to go.

That had not happened. He had gotten to the guild and immediately been called over to the bar by their Master, Makarov.

"Gray my boy!"

"Hey Gramps, what's up?"

"There's a job that's been posted that would be perfect for you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, it specifically needs an ice wizard to solve their problem. I think it's something you should look into."

"Uh, alright then."

And just like that, he had been heading out to a job that he hadn't even thought to read about first. Gramps had told him the location and he had just headed out, no questions asked.

He was regretting it now, however. He was standing in the building that had been on the piece of paper that Makarov had handed him, which was notably not the job request.

Gray was starting to wish he had asked for the original job request, because he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing at an ice rink. He had a sneaking suspicion that Gramps had been drunk, or maybe he was pulling a prank on him by sending an ice wizard to an ice rink.

"Hi! Can I help you with something?"

Gray turned toward the person talking to him and took in the uniform they were wearing.

'Huh, she must work here. Maybe she knows what's going on.'

"Uh, yeah. Did you happen to request an ice wizard for something? Or know who might have?"

Her eyes lit up with understanding, and, Gray was disconcerted to notice, a little mischief.

"No, I don't think it was anyone on the staff, but I might know who would have. Follow me."

They walked out of the reception area and into the stands looking out over the rink.

The girl Gray was following headed over to a couple of people sitting in the stands.

"Did someone order an ice wizard?"

Gray was sure nothing good could come from that tone.

The two people sitting down turned to them as one, and Gray was hit with the sudden realisation that he might be in trouble. One of them was gorgeous. He had y/c/h hair and the most amazing y/e/c eyes.

Gray swallowed.

'Well, that was unexpected.'

He had gotten through jobs with people who were attractive before and he knew he would have to do it again after this, so he shoved those thoughts to the back of his head.

Gray tore his eyes off the first guy and glanced at the other one. He was giving the first guy a particularly smug look before turning to meet Gray's gaze.

"Hi, I'm Sam, and this is Y/n. We asked for an ice wizard specifically because of him. He's a fire wizard, which is messing with his ability to practice his skating. So basically, what we need is to borrow your abilities for a few hours a day while he practices for the next week. We are working on a longer term fix, but in the mean time, we only have one more week until the qualifying events start."

Gray looked at the other guy. He could sense the heat coming off of him so it made sense that he was a fire wizard.

"Man, that must suck if it affects your skating so much."

Y/n snorted.

"Yeah, no kidding."

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The first day had gone really well, Y/n reflected silently. Whatever it was that Gray had done to fix his ice-melting problem, it seemed to have held while Y/n was practicing.

He was sitting on one of the benches, working his skates off when he felt someones presence nearby. Y/n looked up briefly and met the curious eyes of his friend.

"What?"

"You where hotter today."

Y/n couldn't help it. He blushed.

His friend burst out laughing.

"Oh that poor guy! He's having to work harder than you already needed him to just because you have a crush on him!"

"Shut UP!"

#Gray Fullbuster x Male Reader #Gray Fullbuster #Male Reader

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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Cigars Before Sex (dom!spencer)

AN: PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! I made up the facts on cigars and stuff like that (like when spencer rambles to reader how she shouldn't be smoking cigars at her age bc of frontal lobe development). They aren't real lmao i just didn't wanna do cigarettes for this story so i decided on cigars and i wanted spencer to ramble to reader about how she shouldn't smoke cigars.

ALSO! I will be doing a lot more sub! Spencer x reader ones! I have a ton of them written down, I just need to write them (obviously lmao). For now, I get lots of Dm's asking to do a Dom! Spencer x reader, so I'm doing this one, then a sub! One. love you all! <33 (i may have a sub! Spencer story coming this weekend(maybe) Im not sure, my exams are coming up soon for school, so i may be a little behind in this book, but im trying my best!)

CW: smoking (but cigars lol not cigarettes), Daddy k!nk, choking k!nk, thigh riding (kind of) edging (sort of), heavy petting, teasing, oral sex (male- receiving), Dom-Sub relationship, sub-drop, pretty big age gap (reader is 20-21, spencer is like 38 ish) [--if you are uncomfortable with that sort of age-gap, please leave or proceed to the next chapter (although it is not mentioned necessarily, that is just how I envision spencer and y/n.) :) ], degradation k!nk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, praise k!nk, overstimulation, sub-drop (with after care!!), cockwarming

Y/n's POV:

Spencer Reid was a busy man.

When Spencer wasn't working at the BAU, he was teaching college students at the university.

When Spencer wasn't teaching college students at the university, he was at home, in our apartment, grading papers.

I loved how successful he was, but it made me sad that we couldn't spend a lot of time together; the only time alone we got was on the weekends if Spence didn't have a case.

That being said, my needs weren't always fulfilled, and I know for damn sure Spencer's weren't either as he would eat, work, work, work some more, spend time with me, and then sleep; his arms encased around me as he cuddled with me in our bed every night (over course when he didn't have cases).

As much as I loved the weekends when we would spend all of our time together, I needed him.

Like, now.

But at the moment, it was a Thursday night, and Spence was sitting at his desk in our apartment grading papers, a cigar sticking out of his mouth as he rifled through his students' essays, his pen whizzing around each paper; correcting any mistakes that they may have made.

God, he looked so good.

I tried my best to refrain from staring at him as I sat on the couch in front of his desk, reading a book. I tried focusing on my reading- really, I tried..but it was inevitable that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything when I saw smoke flow smoothly out of Spencer's mouth.

Heat shot to my core, and I bit my lip softly, trying my best to be good for Spencer; I knew he didn't like to get distracted.. But maybe this particular distraction I was whipping up in my mind would be allowed by him.

So, I carefully put my book down, crossing over the room to where Spencer sat. He didn't seem to notice me-or he just tried his best to stay focused- as he not once looked up from his paperwork.

Not until I plopped myself right on his lap.

"Hi," I greeted, smiling softly as I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Hello, angel." he said, looking up from his papers to meet my eyes with his; taking the cigar out of his mouth, kissing my nose then tapping excess ash from his cigar onto the ashtray next to him, then placing the smoking cylinder back into his mouth.

He didn't say anything more, going back to work and holding my hip with his other hand.

But that wasn't enough for me. I wanted more of him.

I needed more of him.

Thankfully, I had another plan.

Slowly, I used two fingers to take the cigar out of his mouth, placing the end of it on my lips as I inhaled; the smokey taste filling my mouth.. Spencer, in the meantime, had turned his head around to look at me.

I tilted my head back, then blew out slowly, trying to be as seductive as possible.

Spencer bit his lip softly, watching the smoke flow out from my mouth and into the air as I continued to make eye-contact with him.

Snapping out of his trance, he smirked; his tongue poking the side of his mouth. He took the cigar from my lips very carefully, then tapped some of the ashes off of it on the ash-tray once more.

"You know, you really shouldn't be smoking cigars at your age.. Even though you aren't necessarily inhaling it into your lungs, you're still absorbing it into your bloodstream through the undersides of your tongue. The tobacco can run up through your bloodstream to your brain. And when you're twenty, your frontal lobe isn't completely developed yet. Your brain is fully developed at age twenty five. So, any outside disturbances like smoking cigarettes, cigars, drinking lots of alcohol, can actually mess with your brain patterns and or developments." he rambles mindlessly, and I giggle softly.

"Oh come on, Dr. Reid. It's only a few smokes." I say, combing through his hair with my fingers.

"Mhm, that's what everyone your age says when they want to try something they shouldn't." he mumbles, and I roll my eyes.

"Everyone my age talks to you about smoking cigars?" I question, and he blows smoke out of his mouth once more, creating little ringlets in the air.

"No, but everyone your age talks about wanting to partake in drug and alcohol activity.. Although cigars aren't necessarily 'drugs' they still have tobacco in them." he replies, laughing softly.

"Whatever." I say, and Spencer starts to caress my back as he blows a few more puffs of smoke out of his mouth.. Then goes back to his work.

Ugh, he's so hard to distract!

Fortunately, another plan comes to my mind.

I switch my position on his lap; sitting more-so on his crotch than necessary, and I hear his breath hitch in his throat. I grab the wrist that's hand holds the cigar, and lead it up to my mouth so I can once more wrap my lips around the foot of it.

I feel his eyes burning holes in the side of my head, and I swear, I heard him groan a bit under his breath. I blow the smoke out slower this time, and then turn to look at him.. His eyes fixated on my lips, then bouncing from my eyes, to my lips, then to my body.

He looks at me in awe.

"You better not be teasing me, little girl." he says, breaking his trance and pushing a fallen hair of mine behind my ear.

"I'm not." I say innocently, putting my hands on the sides of his thighs so I can hoist myself higher up on his lap.

I can feel him already hard against my ass, and I slowly move on it; grinding myself on him.

He bites his lip down hard; trying his best not to make a sound so I think that I'm not winning.. But I know I am.

I know that I got him where I wanted him.

"Y/n," he warns, putting the cigar out on the ashtray and then holding my hips down. "If you continue this, you will be punished..do you understand me?" he asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"Please, Daddy, please," I beg. "I need you so bad."

"No. Be a good girl for me, and wait until I'm done." he says simply.

I groan in response, tilting my head back slightly.

I'm pulled out of my trance when Spencer's phone rings on his desk.

"Shit, it's Hotch." he says under his breath, looking at the flashing title on his phone.

"I'm gonna take this, and I want you to be quiet." he says to me before answering the call.

"Hey, Hotch." he says into his phone.

Mentally, I'm groaning, but I have another idea to set him off.

Slowly, I slink down the chair, underneath his desk. Spencer looks at me confusedly as I kneel in front of him.

'He won't be confused for long.' I think to myself.

I take my hand and begin massaging his clothed already-hard dick.

"Y-Yeah, uh, o-okay." he stutters, trying to stop my hand with his, but alas, gives up as I unbutton his pants, sliding his underwear down with them.

I bite my lip, smirking a bit as I begin massaging his dick with my hand, swiping a thumb over the tip that's already wet with pre-cum.

"Fuck." he whimpers softly, his hand balling into a fist on the armrest of his chair. "N-no, sorry that w-wasn't meant for you I-I just, uhm, I j-just stubbed my-my toe." Spencer lies to Hotch and I giggle softly.

I waste no time putting his dick in my mouth; wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock; the same way I did with the cigar earlier.

I take the base of him with my left hand and begin pumping as I bob my head up and down on him slowly; Spencer whimpering softly as a result.

"O-Okay, yeah.. T-that sounds great!" he squeaks, his hand flying to the back of my head, and I take that as a que to go faster. I lightly gag around him, and tears prick the corners of my eyes as Spencer bucks his hips slightly.

I groan around him, and Spencer grabs my hair in a tight grip, trying his best to keep himself from hurting me by bucking his hips more.

"A-alright, t-thanks Hotch!" Spencer says before hanging up his phone and taking a quick deep breath.

He puts his phone down and pulls my head up by my hair.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Do you want to get me fired, little girl?" he seethes.

"N-no Daddy, I just miss you and I wanted to do something for you!" I squeak, and I see Spencer's eyes soften a bit. "I'm sorry." I pout sadly.

"That's okay, pretty girl. Now... finish the job." he says, caressing the side of my face gently with his thumb.

I smile softly, and Spencer's dominant side is broken by a gentle smile crossing over his features.

Quickly, I get back down on my knees and take him in my mouth again.

"That's right little girl.." he groans, petting my head as he tilts his back a bit. "Take it like I know you can- fuck."

I take him deeper into my mouth, and soon, Spencer's breaths become faster and more jagged, a moan ripping from the back of his throat. The sound is so delicious, I begin rocking back and forth; my thighs clenched together as my core begs for more friction. I moan around his dick and the vibrations cause Spencer to come undone. I swallow his seed.

"Good girl." he breathes, looking down at me as I let go of his dick from my mouth with a small 'pop!'

"Now, come sit on my lap while I finish up my paperwork." he says, helping me up and kissing my lips.

Confusedly, I sit on his lap.

"No, no," he chuckles, grabbing my inner thigh then pushes my panties down. "Sit on my lap."

I quickly catch on, biting my lip softly as I giggle; heat creeping up to my cheeks. I pull my panties down, throwing them on the floor.

I mentally thank myself for wearing a skirt as Spencer places his hands on my waist as I sink down slowly onto him; crying out at the feeling of him stretching me out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." he whispers, and I try to move but he stops me with his hand. "Nuh-uh, you have to wait until I finish my work."

"Please, Spencer." I say breathlessly, my pussy throbbing around him.

"No. This is your punishment, angel. Now, be a good girl and sit still." he says, reaching forward to scribbling things out on his papers.

After a moment, he begins caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples. He bucks his hips up, and I cry out, my walls fluttering around him, begging for more of him.

I begin moving but he stops me again.

"Stay. Still." he orders, laying a small kiss on my shoulder blade.

"Please Daddy! I-I promise I'll be good for you." I gasp, clenching around him and he groans.

"No." He says shortly, and I squirm around his dick. "Stop moving, Y/n. This process will only take longer -shit!- it'll only take longer if you don't cooperate." he says, cursing at the feeling of my walls clenching around him again.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girl." I say, wanting his praise.

"Good."

Spencer continues working away, scribbling notes on his student's paper. He bucks his hips up to meet mine once in a while, but otherwise stays still. After a few more minutes, he brings his hand around my body and begins drawing circles on my clit.

I groan, my nails digging into the armrest of the chair.

"Please, move! Please Daddy I need you." I cry, fondling with my hardened nipple.

"If you've got a problem, don't even bother telling me, because I don't really fucking care." as he spoke, he thrusted up into me, his hand gripping my waist with a possessive power.

I turn a bit to see lush flash through his eyes at the sight of me massaging my breasts; his pupils dilated.

"Please. Ugh! Please I need you!" I whimper.

After a minute, he responds back.

"Fine."

I gasp at the feeling of him briefly pulling out of me to flip me over on his desk, my back to his front. "Since you have to be such a little fucking slut and I can't get my things done.. I'll just finish with you first." he growls, entering me, and I choke on a sob as he thrusts himself into me without giving me more time to adjust to his size.

"Fuck, you're so wet little girl.. So wet for me." he says, thrusting inside of me faster. After a few more thrusts he stops, pulling himself out of me once more. I whine at the loss of contact.

"Don't whine, I just wanna see your pretty little face as I fuck you." he growls, kissing my lips hungrily before thrusting himself into me harder now; a book falling off of his desk.

"Fuck!" I sob, and he begins pounding into me relentlessly.

"Language." He shoves his finger into my mouth, and I try my best not to gag on them.

I whine around his fingers, and he moans at the feeling; pulling them out of my mouth, a string of spit dribbling on my chin. He puts his fingers that are covered in my spit on my clit, rubbing circles on it and my back arches off of the table as he puts his hand behind me, keeping me from hurting myself on the corner of his desk.

"Please!" I beg, and although I'm not entirely sure what I'm begging for, he thrusts harder and faster into me, shaking the lamp on the table.

"What's wrong little girl? Got no more fight in you, huh? What're you gonna do..Cry?" he mocks, bringing his hand up from my clit to the back of my head; grasping my hair tightly.

"Daddy, you feel s-so good!" I sob, tears pricking my eyes.

"You like that, don't you? You like teasing me; almost having my boss -fuck- almost having my boss find out you were sucking my dick under my desk?" he teases, taking his hand off the back of my head then caressing my sides gently; the juxtaposition of it all intoxicatingly funny if I weren't in the situation that I was in at the moment.

"Sp-Spe.." I try to talk, but everything is so amazingly overwhelming it's too difficult.

"Awe, can't even say my fucking name? Doesn't matter anyway, you know who you belong to." he huffs, his dick now pounding into my sweet spot, and I cry; my orgasm coming sooner than I anticipated.

As if Spencer could read minds, he bends down a bit to whisper in my ear as he thrusts into me at an unholy pace. "Don't even think about coming before I do, princess.. I get to go first."

I clutch onto the table behind me, my nails dragging on the wood as I try to keep my body upright.

Spencer pushes his books off of the desk and lies my body down on the cold wood, throwing my legs over his shoulder as he pounds even deeper inside of me.

"Please don't stop." I squeak, and clench around him.

"Wasn't planning on it, princess." he growls again, kissing me ravenously on the mouth; our tongues fighting for dominance.

"Fuck me harder, please!" I beg, rocking my hips to meet his.

"God, you're such a little slut, you know that? You fucking like this." he responds, driving into me as the table rocks. "Oh my- fuck- I love you so fucking much." he groans.

Butterflies erupt in my belly, flying up to my chest; making my heart flutter.

"I love you so much, Spence." I cry, spit dribbling down my chin.

His eyes soften at my words, until he remembers his dominance and lust flashes through them.

"Fuck." he growls through clenched teeth, and I feel him cum deep inside of me, although he keeps thrusting even deeper. "Go ahead little girl, come for me." He says, bringing his hand from my waist back to my clit and begins rubbing it with his thumb.

"Spencer!" I gasp, and my orgasm hits me like a bus, my walls fluttering around him as I come. He thrusts deeper inside of me, and my back arches as I squirm underneath him, the feeling of euphoria so strong, I become light-headed.

After a moment, we both come down from our highs, and Spencer pulls out of me gently.

We catch our breaths, and Spencer kisses all over my body as I wiggle, giggling at his hair tickling my skin.

"How are you?" He asks, brushing hair out of my face.

"A little slut." I tease.

I meant it as a joke, [of course], but I see guilt flash in Spencer's eyes.

Quickly, I cup his cheeks with my hands. "I loved it, Spence.. Like I normally do. And I love you." I say, squishing his cheeks a bit as he smiles down at me.

"Do you wanna have a bath?" Spencer asks, and I squeal with excitement.

"Yes, please!"

I grab his hand, and we walk to the bathroom. Spencer turns on the water as I go pee, and takes off his tie. He unbuttons his shirt, getting completely naked.

He takes off my sheer pink tank top for me, and kisses my neck and chest.

I smile softly, emotions coursing through my veins.

I cling onto Spencer, not letting go once as we step in the bathtub; my back against his front as he wraps his arms around me once we sit down.

"I love you." I whimper, tears pricking my eyes.

"Hey, look at me." he whispers, and I turn to him, my eyes no doubt red from tears.

"I-I'm sorry I don't know why I'm crying, I just love you so much." I babble, my bottom lip puffing out a bit.

"Baby, it's okay.. It's just sub-drop." he says, brushing away the fallen tears. He puts his forehead on mine, kissing my nose gently. "And I love you so much."

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he caresses my back gently.

We whisper little I love you's to each other, and he brushes some hair away from my neck to kiss the soft skin.

I pull away, seeing Spencer's face flash with love but guilt.

"Y/n, if I hurt you.. You'd tell me, right?" he asks nervously.

"Spencer, you didn't hurt me. I loved everything about what we did." I say reassuringly, brushing some of his unruly curls out of his face; some of his hair sticking to his damp forehead.

"I know, but you'd tell me.. Right?" he asks again, his golden eyes looking into mine.

"Yes, of course I'd tell you.. But you have never hurt me, nor will you ever." I say, kissing his lips then his forehead.

"Okay, good."

There's a comfortable silence that stretches over us for a moment until he breaks it.

"Also, Y/n, I-I'm sorry for being so busy. This upcoming week is my last week at the university so I'll be able to spend more time with you. I know we barely have time to spend with each other but-.." I cut him off.. I know Spencer rambles when he gets nervous, and as much as I love his rambles, I need to shut him up this once.

"Spence, I'm so proud of you. And although I wish we could spend more time together than just weekends and small breaks.. I'm happy that you have other things besides me that make you happy."

"I rather be with you everyday than work... or anyone else for that matter." he says, swallowing thickly, but smiles at me through somewhat sad-eyes.

My eyes soften, and I kiss him softly on the lips. "I know. But I'm always here.. And I'm sort of glad that this week is your last week teaching.. is that bad?" I ask, giggling lightly.

"No, I'm glad too.. I get to spend more time with you." he replies, blushing a bit, and I kiss his nose and forehead once more.

Spencer and I smile at each other.

The rest of the bath is filled with Spencer washing me off, kisses, and cuddles.

"I love you." he whispers, tenderly caressing the sides of my body, kissing the top of each of my breasts.

"I love you." I say back, bringing his head up with my hands to kiss his lips.

I love him.

More than anything.

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