#someone flushed their toilet upstairs and they started going “oh no no no get the vacuum what the fuck”

[sunkingwrites]

The plumbing people have put an angry snake in the walls and it makes the light flicker- it may eat the entire apartment, and then the world 😌

#they keep saying “hoollyy shit whats happening” and im like WAIT YOU DONT KNOW??? #someone flushed their toilet upstairs and they started going “oh no no no get the vacuum what the fuck” #LIKE???? #WHAT????? #sunkingrambles #👀 #my eyes are so wide rn whaattt the fuck

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- A Sick Child And Wife

Kelly and I got married 6 years ago. We have 2 children Aniah who is 4 and Jordan who is 2 and we are currently trying for another. I woke up not feeling well today, sick, headache, sore throat. Unfortunately I know it's not morning sickness as I have started my period. I stay in bed a little longer this morning before I hear a little voice "Momma wake up" I feel little hands on my face "momma I want food" I open one eye to see my little girl Aniah staring at me. I groan sitting up "where's daddy?" I ask looking over to the empty side of the bed. He's not at work today

"With Jordan. He's sick"

"I think whatever Jordan has momma might have" I smile at her

"Oh no. Uncle Matt said when someone gets sick we all get sick" I chuckle at her

"Your uncle Matt doesn't know when to zip it does he?" I get out of bed and immediately have to run to the bathroom. I can hear Aniah shouting for Kelly and running down the stairs

"Daddy, daddy, mommas sick" I flush the toilet and go downstairs to see my husband cuddling our son on the couch who is wrapped up in a blanket with a bowl next to him

"Morning. How are you feeling?" Kelly looks up at me from the TV

"Sick" I chuckle

"I'm sorry baby" I sit next to Jordan and snuggle up to him "I'll make you a drink" Kelly gets up and walks into the kitchen. I lie back on the couch with Jordan in my arms and sooth him to sleep. I can hear slight mumbling coming from the kitchen. "Hey baby" I look up to see Kelly with a cup in his hand "I've rang Matt, him and Gabby are going to take Aniah out for the day and your brothers are coming over to me look after you and Jordan"

"Yay uncle Matt and auntie Gabby" Aniah starts dancing around

"They don't have to" I say

"I know but it will be really helpful"

"Is that why uncle Matt said everyone gets sick?"

"Yes sweetheart because we all look out for each other and help each other when we're sick"

"Aniah go upstairs and I'll come up to help you get changed" we watch as she runs up the stairs "I'll take Jordan up to bed. Drink this tea and try to rest" I smile at Kelly as he scoops Jordan up in his arms and carries him up to bed. I can then hear giggling coming from upstairs, I'm guessing Aniah is getting dressed. I sip my tea and close my eyes.

Not long later I hear the door open. I look over to see my brothers and Kelly's best friends

"Hey sis how you feeling?" Will asks walking over to the couch and places a hand on my head

"Like shit. It's like morning sickness all over again but nothing to look forward to" I try to joke

"You are really warm. You wanna go up to bed?" I shake my head no and we hear little footsteps running down the stairs

"Auntie Gabby" Aniah yells making wince at the headache that has now fully set in

"Shhh Aniah your momma doesn't feel well" Gabby replies as she hugs her

"Sorry momma"

"It's ok baby. Have fun with Matt and Gabby" I smile at her. She walks over to me and kisses my cheek

"Feel better soon momma. I love you"

"I love you to angel" Kelly walks down the stairs carrying a bucket over to the kitchen

"Bye daddy"

"Bye sweetheart" we watch as everyone leaves

"Ok so Will you wanna take care of Jordan and I'll look after YN? Jay you wanna run to the store and grab some supplies?"

"Sure" Will smiles and takes the now clean bucket upstairs. Jay leaves with some money while sits on the couch, I lay my head on his lap and Kelly begins to play with my hair soothing me to sleep

"Thank you Kelly. For looking after us"

"Always baby. In sickness and in health remember. I love you"

"I love you too"

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #kelly severide x wife #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x yn

[rubylize]

Drunk

Summary: Stiles is drunk and he gets dropped off at your house.

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word count: 890

Warnings: none

Stiles had gotten drunk and Scott had dropped him off with Y/n, who was dating Stiles. “Who are you?” Stiles asked her. She smiled at him, “Someone.” She grabbed him by the arms, “Hey! I have a girlfriend, get your hands off me!” He frowned.

Y/n let him go, “What’s your girlfriend's name?” Stiles laughed, “Her name is fishy!” He slurred. Y/n raised her eyebrows, “Fishy?” She mumbled. “Can I help you to your bed?” She asked. Stiles frowned, “No, no I have a girlfriend.” Y/n laughed, “I promise I won’t do anything to you, I just want you to go to sleep.” She explained, amusingly.

It was quite funny to Y/n to see Stiles in this situation.

“Oh okay. But don’t do anything!” He warned, Y/n started carrying him upstairs to her room. “Where does fishy live?” Stiles frowned at the question “Good question. I don’t know..” Y/n gasped fakely, “You lost your girlfriend?!” Stiles widened his eyes, “Call my dad he can help me look for her! He’s the sheriff,” he said worriedly.

He then laughed at himself when Y/n put him on the bed, “Why are you laughing?” Stiles’ laughing stopped, “Because Fishy isn’t actually my girlfriend hehe.” Y/n pouted fakely “You lied to me?” Stiles’ eyes softened “Yeah, so?” He laughed. “Ouch. Do you normally lie?” Stiles looked at her, “No. I only lie to strangers.”

Y/n nodded in understanding, Y/n kneeled down to take off his shoes, socks, she then reached for his belt. “Hey! Not touchy.” He mumbled, “Fine I won’t unless you tell me who your girlfriend is.” She challenged him. “Oh that’s easy!” He slurred happily. “S-she is wonderful, she is really pretty, I like her a lot, hmm or maybe love her? Her name is Y/n.” He said.

“I’m sure she loves you too.” Y/n reached for his belt buckle again, “Stop it.” He mumbled. “Stiles, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She assured, she then took his pants off and put some shorts on. “Want me to take off your shirt?” She asked him. “No.” He said, he then took off his shirt for himself.

Stiles laid on the bed and before Y/n could do anything else he fell asleep, she covered him with a separate blanket. She got pills and a water bottle to put on the nightstand, she also got a trash can, then eventually climbed into bed too.

She heard a groan, making her remember Stiles is here with probably a hangover. She sits up, “Stiles you okay?” She asked softly, Stiles shook his head and then randomly hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Y/n followed him, seeing that he’s kneeled down in front of the toilet, clutching on the side of the seat.

She kneeled down to rub his back softly, after he finished throwing up, he wiped his mouth and then he flushed the toilet. He put the seat down and laid down for a second, Y/n kissed him on the forehead, she then sat next to him. Stiles peaked at his girlfriend, she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Need help getting up?” She asked softly, her boyfriend nodded in response, she got up first and then pulled him up. Stiles washed his hands, before gently grabbing his girlfriend's hand and heading towards her bed. Stiles laid down first while Y/n got the pill and water she got last night, she handed it to him, making him sit up and take the pill and swallowing it with ease.

Stiles drank more of the water before handing it back to her and laying back down. Y/n laid next to him, “Do you have a migraine?” She asked softly, he nodded again. She got closer to him and wrapped her arms over his head and massaged his scalp. Stiles hummed in pleasure, he laid on his girlfriend's arm, but leaned in closer so his face was on her chest.

“Best girlfriend ever.” He mumbled, and kissed her neck. Y/n smiled softly and kissed his forehead. Stiles put his arm on her waist, “You said your girlfriend was someone named Fishy and then you started laughing because you lied. I asked you if you ever lied and you said no but only to strangers. You didn’t let me touch you at all cause you had a girlfriend.“

Y/n explained last nights events softly, Stiles chuckled softly, “Fishy.” He repeated. “I asked you where Fishy lived and you said you didn’t know so I asked you if you lost her. You told me to call your dad cause he was the sheriff.” Y/n giggled at the last part.

Y/n still continued to massage his scalp, “Did I mention that I love you?” He asked, Y/n stopped massaging his scalp a second and Stiles stiffened. “You did.” She said softly. “Good.” Y/n smiled, “I love you.” She said it back. “I would kiss you but I have vom-“ he started explaining, but was interrupted by lips on his.

He pulled apart, “I have, vomit breath!” He exclaimed. “I don’t care.” Y/n told him, she kissed him again, this time Stiles let her.

#stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #teen wolf stiles #stiles fanfiction #mieczyslaw stilinski #stiles stilinski #fluff #cuteness

[planetpiastri]

I know v-day is soon but if you want to write something before that, I would love 37 from the meet cutes, with bob :)

anon, this is so cute that im using it as the formal start to the prompt party. enjoy!! | join my prompt party!

37. meeting at a fire alarm test, having to evacuate the building

word count - 1.2k

This could not be happening. You hadn’t even lived in this new apartment building for a full week, and everything was already going wrong. First the plumbing busted and none of the toilets would flush; then the fridge broke and all of your produce went bad before your super could get someone out to fix it; and just when you thought things would even out, the whole fifth and sixth floor’s air conditioning had broken.

To cap it all off, after three days of sweating bullets in the blistering summer heat, the fire alarm was going off.

Footsteps thundered overhead as the whole building moved to evacuate. As you slipped out your front door, you saw people flooding the stairs, many holding dogs by the collar or clutching their cats tight to their chests as they ran. A few younger tenants stood in their doorways coolly, nursing cigarettes or joints, or else with their hands deep in chip bags, like there wasn’t a blaring siren going off overhead, their presence serving to remind you just how cheap your rent was.

You brushed past these jaded late-teens-early-twenty-somethings and shoved your keys and your wallet into your pockets, realizing too late that you’d left your phone on the counter upstairs. Trying to go back for it would be like trying to swim upstream at the Rushing Rapids, so you just let yourself get swept away with the crowd.

As you reached the floor below you, the door marked 504 swung open and a man stepped out, quickly pulling on a yellow tee shirt over black athletic shorts and flip-flops. With one glance, you knew his air unit was busted, too. There was a thin sheen of sweat across his face, and his cheeks were rosy-pink. With another glance, you worried that something other than the broken heating might be responsible for the warmth flooding your face.

“Oh, sorry,” he said quietly as the two of you nearly collided, easily falling in place behind you. His hand brushed your shoulder as you walked, sending chills down your back, and you found it endlessly endearing that he’d chosen to touch your shoulder instead of your waist or lower back, like most guys in the building would have done.

Unfortunately, descending the building stairs, surrounded by your sweaty neighbors, didn’t give you much of a chance to do anything but smile nervously at him. You were moving again, painfully aware of the fact that he was right behind you and you were wearing the skimpiest tank top and shorts you owned in an attempt to fight off the heat. The alarm overhead continued to blare rhythmically, fading to a background drone as you moved steadily downwards.

The stairs finally spilled out into the foyer and you followed the mob out onto the front pavement of the complex. All sorts of different people milled about, talking on phones or conversing with their neighbors. Once again, you wished you’d remembered to grab your phone before you left. Now you were stuck awkwardly standing on the pavement in sandals, showing far more skin than you’d usually feel comfortable with outside of your apartment.

A ways off, the man in the yellow shirt was standing on the edge of the sidewalk, his brow furrowed as he typed on his phone. As you watched, he absently reached up to push his glasses back up from where they’d slipped down his sweat-slick nose. He ran his hand through his hair, not paying attention, and then grabbed the front of his shirt, fluttering it to try and cool down. 

Almost like he could sense you, he lifted his head and made direct eye contact with you. You quickly turned back to face the building, your cheeks burning, hoping maybe he hadn’t noticed the way you’d very, very obviously been watching him—not even watching, you’d been straight-up ogling—

“Hey.”

Shit.

“Hi,” you said, turning to face him with an apologetic grimace.

You weren’t sure what to expect from him—maybe a confused glance, or an inquiry as to why you’d been staring. But he had a pleasantly neutral smile on his face, and he was passing his phone back and forth in his hands like he didn’t want to keep them still. When he spoke, it was a question. “Are you new?”

“Is it that obvious?” you asked with a wince.

He shook his head, still smiling gently. “No, that’s not what I mean. I just haven’t seen you before.” He gestured around the tenants milling around. “This is a pretty regular occurrence.”

“What, the building catches on fire?” you said before you could stop yourself.

The man chuckled, dropping his head as he did, like he was nervous to make eye contact. “No,” he said. “It’s an alarm test. Legally, they have to do one every six months, but the alarm’s been broken for…well, as long as I’ve lived here. So it goes off randomly every month.”

“And everyone obeys it anyways?” You glanced around skeptically, having a newfound surprise for the amount of people stuck outside right now.

He shrugged. “They jack up your rent for the month if you don’t do the practice. Apparently back in the ‘80s something happened where there was a real fire and people didn’t evacuate because they thought it was just a drill.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, glancing up at the old building. “I really picked a winner,” you murmured.

“It’s not all bad,” he said quickly, looking at you with wide, blue eyes. “I mean—the people are nice.”

You gave him another once-over, smiling a bit. “So far, I’d have to agree.”

His cheeks, which were still flushed from the heat, turned a shade darker and he dropped his eyes again. You felt a little proud of that.

“I’m Bob,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Bob,” you said, introducing yourself. Then you said, “Your heating’s broken, too, right?”

He exhaled heavily. “Yeah. Debbie downstairs has been letting me borrow her box fan, but it’s pretty rough, as you can see.” He gestured down at his slapdash outfit.

You chuckled a little, nodding and gesturing at your own clothes. “How long do these usually last?” you asked.

Bob shrugged. “Anywhere from fifteen minutes to two hours, depending on how quick they can fix the alarm again. The fire department is gonna show up pretty soon and yell at the super, and then they’ll give us the all-clear. But nothing to do until then but kill time.”

You considered this, stepping out to get a look down the street. A few bodegas and small shops lined the sidewalks, but one place in particular caught your eye. Turning back to your neighbor, you said, “Do you want to go grab an ice cream while we wait, Bob? It’ll probably cool us down better than Debbie’s box fan.”

“R-really?” said Bob, blinking at you in surprise. His whole body stilled, like the nervous energy had fled, but he quickly broke into a smile and said, “Yeah. Yes! Yes, okay. Sure. That sounds nice.”

“Come on, then,” you said, and began to lead the way towards the ice cream parlor. And if you were tempted to hold his hand on the walk back, you kept that to yourself. And if Bob walked you all the way back to your apartment and gave you his number, that was entirely his own decision. And if you fell into bed that night with all your windows thrown open to try and clear out the muggy heat, a giddy smile on your cheeks and a newfound fondness for this apartment building in your heart, well… that was just between you and the night air.

#bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd fic #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fanfic #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd blurb #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd blurb #robert bob floyd imagine #robert bob floyd fluff #vinny fics #vinny's valentine's prompt party

[conradfisherismine]

Why not me? Part 1?

TW: unloving mother towards reader, Conrad being a dick

Conrad fisher x reader

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Sitting with my head resting on the wall I flush the toilet. That’s the third time I’ve thrown up today. Knowing that I’m pregnant just makes me want to cry, not because I don’t want the baby but more so the fact that my sister can’t decide witch brother she wants. The one that took my virginity away and got me pregnant all in one night, or the one that kinda looks like a puppy. Don’t get me wrong I love jere but he does look like a lost puppy sometimes.

I don’t even know what going on with Conrad, one day he’s fucking me and the next morning “it was a mistake and never should have happened.” Who fucking takes someone’s virginity and then drops them. URGGGGGGG. He makes me so mad sometimes. The only person who knows I’m pregnant is Steven, he barged in the bathroom when I was taking the test; then waited with me once he found out what happened.

Let me take us back a bit to when we arrived to the house.

Getting out of the car I take a nice long breath in, “I’m finally home.” I mumble to myself. Not that anyone would have payed attention to anything I say anyway, my family doesn’t care about me much… well except for Steven Susannah came bolting out of the house at full speed. “ they’re here!” She yelled over to the boys. Jeremiah runs over to belly, looks over her for a second the picks her up and twirls her in the air. “ awh bells I missed you so much!”

Few moment later

“You know what time it is” Steven says with the smirk visible in his voice. “Belly flop time!!!” The three boys scream at the absolute top if they’re lungs. Belly tries to make a run for it but Conrad catches her. Urg the way he grabbed her waist made my heart shatter. I’ve loved Connie since before I can remember, my sister claims to have loved him since we were 11 but I sorta feel like that’s not true. She would always tell me that she didn’t want him and that she loved him like a brother.

Belly and I had huge glow ups this year. I let my hair grow out this winter too, I never really liked it that long anyways it just felt like the thing to do. Ignoring the fact that neither of the boys said hi to me, I made my way inside hopping mom and Susannah would let me talk with them for a little bit.

It’s been 10 minutes and I hear the back door open, then I see Steven and Jeremiah walk in.

“Hey y/n I missed you. Did your hair get longer?” Jeremiah says as he walks over and lightly threads his fingers thought my hair.

“Yes jere bear I’ve been growing it out over the winter, I actually kinda like it longer.” I’ve always called Jeremiah jere bear since we were little, the odd time when I’m aggravated by him or upset I’ll call him Jeremiah but other then that it’s always “jere bear” or “miah”.

All of a sudden I’m being overcome by a cold wet blanket.

“BELLY, I’m going to kill you!”

“Jeez calm down y/n/n” Conrad mumbles

Belly finally lets go after some bickering and I run upstairs to get changed, I’m suddenly felling self conscious once I get into my room and look in the mirror. My white top is completely see through and you can see all my stretch marks.

So many bad thoughts start running through my head;” he’s never going to want you” or ” you look ugly”oh and the best one”just kill yourself they would all be better without you anyway”. My feet feel planted into the floor, it feels like theres quick sand under my feet and me going further into the sand the more the bad thoughts get to me.

Knock knock knock

“One second!” I call out as I quickly through a sweater on.

“Come in”

“You alright y/n, you seemed stressed out earlier when belly was hugging you.” Steven expressed his concern as he made his way over to my bed.

“Yea, I’m fine she was just getting me wet and I didn’t like it. Plus i was wearing a white shirt, last time I checked white plus water equals see through.” I say with sass loaded in my voice.

“Whatever,I’m out.” God he confuses me sometimes.

Time skip to after dinner

I haven’t really touched anything on my plate but no one says anything to me anyways they just keep taking to each other, that is until I stand up and go to walk away.

“Y/n where are you going, you know not to leave the table till everyone left and you have cleared the table.” My mom sneers. I just sit back down not wanting to escalate the situation. Jere looks at me with a glint of pity but it’s quickly gone when belly starts talking to him again. After everyone’s gone and left their dishes on the table even tho Susannah insisted on helping me, mom just dragged her away telling them that this was my job from now on. God I feel so unloved. After I’ve put the dishes in the dish washer, put the leftovers in containers in the fridge, and cleaned the table I finally get to relax. I make my way outside thinking I would be the only one out there at this time at night, only to find Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a joint.

“Thought you said smoking was for losers and it made you dumber.”

“I did that was before I found out how good it made me feel.” We went back and forth a little bit then after a while he patted the spot next to him.

“Sit you must be tired of standing by now.”

I pull up the bottom of my pants a bit then take a seat next to him putting my feet in the pool. Maybe feeling so unloved was why I let it happen but what I remember was Conrad saying all these things that made me think he wanted me, then me being in he’s bed. He slowly started to take my clothes off knowing it was my first time and what I thought was an act of kindness must not really have been. After getting me down to just my panties he looks up at me for consent and I nod my head you can imagine the rest.

1 month later/ present time

I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom wishing I didn’t let that day happen, I go back to my room curl up in bed with my blanky yes I’m a 16 year old who still has a blanket., and start crying the tears feel like they’re never going to stop. I feel the bed dip beside me and I try to hold in my tears till I realize it’s Steven and he closed the door behind him, then I just turn over into his embrace and cry as he rubs my back.

“I heard you throwing up, I had to come make sure you were ok.” He whispers loud enough I can hear it but not loud enough someone else will hear.

“Susannah wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to come mini putting with us and on my way up I heard but didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Okay” my voice comes out all raspy from all the crying I’ve done.

“Good get dressed wipe those tears I know you’re sad about what happened but he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I nod as I wipe my face and get up making my way to my closet, Steven makes his way out of my room.

I walk down the stairs to see everyone putting their shoes on and getting ready to go when Susannah sees me.

“Y/n I’m glad you decided to join us, I was a little worried when I heard you throw-“. Steven doesn’t let her finish asking if we should go now that I’m ready. We end up deciding to take two cars to fit everyone.

“ I call driving!” Belly kinda screams.

“Ha funny. No!” Mom says sarcastically. “I’m driving beck can sit passenger, belly, Steven and Jeremiah can sit in the back.”

“ Wait mom i don’t thi-“

“No arguing Steven I don’t want that stupid brat in my car any longer then she has to be and Conrad knows how to drive so they’ll be fine.” Mom says with a tone so calm but strict that I flinched.

“ I’m sorry y/n/n, it’ll be okay just don’t talk to him.” Steven whispers in my ear. I look over at Conrad but he seems upset that I was looking at him, not that I’m surprised he hasn’t really talked to me since that night. When he does it’s just snide remark’s about the way I’m eating or sitting or really anything that involves me being in the same room as him. It makes me cry at night thinking about that night and how nice and “loving” he was, turns out I was just stupid and naive. Jeremiah must have seen me look at the floor and sigh that I was gonna be alone with Conrad cuz he cherps up

“ I’ll go with con and y/n/n.”

“No you don’t have to jere. You can come with us don’t feel obligated to be with that pig.” My mom says like she really cares about him not being with me.

“ I don’t even think Connie should be with her but someone unfortunately invited her so someone has to drive her there.”

“ If it’s such a problem I can stay here.” I whisper like if I talk any louder I’ll be in trouble.

“There will be no such thing happening y/n, you are coming with us. Laur stop being so mean to your daughter.” She says lovingly towards me then strictly to my mom.

“ I want to go with them it’ll be okay” Jeremiah says confidently without hesitation.

The 2 fisher boys sitting up front with me in the back. This is better than sitting up front with him I guess.

“Could you get your big fat head off my window.” Conrad snaps at me. I flinch. I can feel the tears in my eyes I mumble a sorry and just remove my head from the window looking down at my hands.

“That wasn’t very nice Conrad.” Jeremiah exclaims.

“It’s okay I’m used to it miah.” I whispered lightly. Conrad seems taken aback by what I said but just keeps his eyes on the road.

Jeremiah sighs “ You shouldn’t be. I don’t get why Laurel treats you the way she does.”

“ Cause I’m worthless, and I’m not good enough for anyone. It’s always gonna be belly. Right Conrad.” I mumble feeling the tears streaming down my face. Conrad just scruffs.

When we get to the mini putt I wait for everyone before grabbing a golf club. I grab the one with the purple end. Steven hands me a purple ball he knows me so well. As I start walking behind the group so no one makes anymore comments about me because I don’t think I could take anymore right this second with the pregnancy hormones and the fact that I just stopped crying. Susannah turns around and looks around as if looking for someone.

“Y/n where are you.” Then she sees me. “Oh there you are come here.” She pulls me towards her not caring about the glares she’s getting from my mom. I don’t think she wants me over here but Susannah seems content with me here so I guess I’ll stay.

#conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher x y/n #tsitp x you #tsitp imagine #tsitp x reader #Connie fisher #con fisher

[safyresky]

Sometimes when I come home for a holiday, it's absolutely RANK vibes and SUCKS and I'm ready to yeet myself into the car and head back home. Other times it's heavily chaotic. This weekend is 100% the latter:

i got in Saturday afternoon

went up to my childhood bedroom

smelt like weed

why weed

YO SIBLINGS, SOMEONE DOING WEED IN MY ROOM?

My Dad pipes up cheerily.

NO IT'S JUST SKUNKS :)

I'm sorry...what?

Oh! We have skunks living under the back deck :)

(my room faces the backyard)

We have. what now?

My Mom pipes up: oh yeah it's BAD. one night we had all the windows open and they sprayed and we almost DIED

okay, cool

so I get in get settled some time passes

My Dad's tidying the kitchen when suddenly there's a deep thunk and he YELLS

SHUT OFF THE WATER TO THE HOUSE!!

man runs like his ass is on fire downstairs to shut off the water

my sister books it upstairs

I go into the kitchen to ask where the shut off valve is

THE KITCHEN CUPBOARD UNDER THE SINK IS A WATERFALL, I SHIT YOU NOT

A PIPE BURST?!?!?!?

I run up to gather towels with my sister, we do our best to cover the floor as the cupboard fills with water and it starts to seep out through the cracks

dad is downstairs shutting the valve, is yelling upstairs FLUSH THE TOILETS, WE NEED TO RELIEVE THE WATER PRESSURE

finally the flow stops, my dad comes upstairs, we open the cupboard

FWOOOSH as a small pond comes out onto the towels

Dad looks at the towel mess

looks at the sink

looks at my sister and i

"that was great response time" he says

"i know, right?" my sister says

"i had a shut off valve up here" he continues

"you had a what now??" i ask

"A shut off valve up here under the sink"

he's been adding valves when we replace water related things

the sink was replaced 4 years ago

we could've had less of a flood

"Well. fight or flight," i say with a shrug

"WHAT'S GOING ON WHAT'S HAPPENING" my mom asks from the living room

PIPE BURST my dad says

"Okay, do I need to go to the hardware store?" i ask

"eh," says my dad, "it could be a 3 minute fix, could be a 3 day fix"

THREE DAY? I exclaim

"yeah, you gotta make it sound good," he says, dragging everything out of the cupboard

i have been home for about an hour and a half at this point

#dani speaks #when the blog becomes a diary #that's hours one and two on saturday lads #anyway canadian turkey day is today so i've been at my parent's place this weekend #hence the quiet here at safyresky industries #we hope you have been enjoying our holiday queue ! :D

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 10

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 10

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~2000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

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Part 10

Hot on your trails, Billy followed you to the women’s bathroom. When the bathroom attendant chastised him for barging in there, he shot her an irritated glance. “You want to help her puke?” Billy asked pointedly as you ran to the toilet. The attendant put her hands up in the air and moved back, leaving him to take care of you. He pulled your hair back, holding the strands away from your face while you retched.

You groaned, sounding like you were dying.

“I know. It sucks. Just let it out. You’ll feel better,” he consoled, rubbing your back.

“Didn’t… even…drink… so… much… want… to… die…”

He chuckled.

“I’m sorry… don’t want you to see me like this…”

“I’ve seen worse,” Billy assured. Serving as long as he had with the guys from his unit, puke was nothing new to him. He flushed the toilet using his foot after you’d finally stopped gagging. After he helped you to the sink and you washed your face and hands thoroughly, he patted your face dry with napkins. There were a bunch of supplies on one corner of the table. Spotting the mouthwash, Billy picked up the bottle, handing the attendant a $50 bill, and brought it to you. You rinsed your mouth while he studied your reflection in the mirror. “You okay?”

You nodded your head ‘yes’, almost like a child. You were usually so calm and collected around him that it was strange to see you ruffled like this. Actually, it was adorable.

When he saw you close your eyes, he snaked his hand around your waist in case you lost your balance again.

“I want to go home,” you mumbled, turning around in his arms.

“I’ll take you.”

Your eyes were wet and glassy, filled with sleep. You gazed up at him with the dopiest expression on your face and if you hadn’t just puked, he would have kissed you. He was used to feeling all kinds of emotions when it came to you, lust, anger, frustration and so much more, but this was the first time he felt a pang of tenderness towards you and he didn’t know what to make of it. This wasn’t something he was familiar with at all.

“I have to tell Davina. She’ll worry.”

Smoothing your hair, he tucked in a loose strand behind your ear. “Want to go say bye?”

You nodded your head.

Billy held you in his arms as he led you back upstairs to the club, stopping at one of the bars to grab water for you. He spotted Davina sitting at the booth, talking to some guy, but she stood up immediately when she caught sight of him and you. Billy noted the immediate disapproval on her face. Frankly he didn’t give a fuck about what your friends thought of him but he knew how close you were to Davina. Her opinion mattered to you, and so he had to play nice and learn to get along with her.

Davina stood up and met Billy and you halfway, her eyes full of concern. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“I think I’m done,” you sighed. “I want to go home.”

“I’ll go with you,” Davina offered. “Let me just grab Kiran from the dance floor-”

“No, you stay. Have fun with your cute guy.”

Billy scowled. Apparently you weren’t so drunk that you didn’t notice other guys. “I’ll take her home,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.

Davina cast him a suspicious glance before shifting his attention back to you. “You don’t have to go with him. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m not going to rape her when she’s asleep if that’s what you’re worried about,” he snapped, trying - and failing - to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“He won’t, he’s not like that,” you assured, shaking your head vigorously.

So you were angry enough to block him but at least you still trusted him. That was something, he supposed. “Can I take her home now? Or are we gonna keep discussing if I’m a rapist?”

You turned to look up at him, your intoxicated eyes pleading with him. “Can we leave?”

Davina grabbed his elbow, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Don’t you dare touch her when she’s wasted!”

“I won’t. Unless she begs me to,” he smirked, purposely goading your friend. Even though he had no intention of taking advantage of you when you were hammered, he felt no need to justify his motives or actions to another person. Before Davina pissed him off any further, he started leading you out of the club. You were resting your head on his chest while he retrieved your jacket from coat check. When he wrapped the coat around you, you snuggled into the fabric and moved away from him.

It was freezing cold outside and you started shivering. Immediately he pressed you flush against him to keep you warm. As the two of you walked down the street, his eyes fell on the very high heels you were wearing. “You okay to walk on those? My car is a block away.”

“Do you like my shoes?”

He smiled, indulging you. “They’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Like you!”

“Did you just compare me to your shoes?”

“As if,” you snickered, your voice simultaneously naughty and sweet. “My shoes mean a lot more to me than you.”

“Bitch!” he scoffed.

As you giggled in response, his attention was drawn to the low-cut neckline of your outfit beneath your open coat. God, your tits looked absolutely amazing tonight. He was struck by the memory of the time he’d made you come by simply sucking on your nipples, teasing them with his tongue, and you had spent the entire time moaning underneath him. You fucking loved it almost as much as when he ate you out. Billy gave himself a mental shake, telling himself to snap out of it. “How come you never dress like this when we go out?” he asked, hoping for a distraction.

The smile on your face disappeared, you didn’t say anything. You were quiet, too quiet. He didn’t like it when you were all in your head with your thoughts, shutting yourself off to him. The last time you did that, you stormed out of his life and blocked him. Fuck if he was going to let you do that again. Reaching for your hand, he laced his fingers through yours.

“We never went out. All we ever did was have sex.”

He flashed a cocky smile. “Oh, yeah.” He squeezed your hand. “I miss that.”

“What? Sex?” You sniggered. “It can’t have been that long. When was the last time you slept with someone?”

“A week ago, with you.” He felt your body tense at his answer. “And then you told me to fuck off and stopped taking my calls.” A bitter laugh escaped his throat. “Guess it wasn’t as great for you as it was me.”

You didn’t respond, quiet again, and he didn’t feel like pressing the matter in case you got angry.

Finally reaching his car, he opened it remotely. “Y/N, look at me.” You turned to him, staring up at him all doe-eyed again. “You can’t get sick in my car.” He palmed your face, trying to impress upon you the importance of his words. The Wraith was the first thing he’d bought when he finally started earning enough money and it meant the world to him. Next to Anvil, it was his most treasured possession. “Okay?”

You glanced at the car, exhaling a heavy sigh. “I should call an Uber.”

“No, I’m taking you home. You just can’t puke in my car.”

You turned back to him, frowning. “But I might and I don’t want to ruin it.” You pulled out your phone. “I’ll just call-”

He snatched the phone away from you, sliding it stealthily inside his jacket pocket. “Fine. Don’t worry about it. I can get it cleaned.” He walked to the passenger side and held the door open for you. Seeing how hesitant and worried you appeared, Billy regretted broaching the subject in the first place. “Hey,” he stroked your right cheek. “It’s not a big deal, I swear.” He noticed you swaying on your feet without his support and he moved to help you get in the car, covering the top of your head so you didn’t hit it against the roof.

A few minutes later he’d maneuvered the car out of the parking space and was on his way to your place.

Casting you a side-long glance, he noticed you had removed your jacket, which now lay bunched around your waist, and your head was leaned back against the passenger seat. Your eyes were closed, but he knew you weren’t asleep.

“You keep staring at me,” you finally spoke, turning slightly to look at him.

Billy’s eyes trailed down to your breasts again and he felt that familiar ache in his cock. “Maybe I miss you.”

Your mouth parted slightly, like you were contemplating what to say next. “Liar.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I am lying. I don’t miss your voice, your body, your smell, your laugh.” Maintaining a steady tone, he stared straight ahead. “I don’t miss the taste of your sweet cunt, or the filthy moans out of your mouth when I’m sucking your clit. I don’t miss how good you feel when I’m inside you and you’re begging me to fuck you harder.” Coming to a stop at a red light, he shifted his attention to you. Your breathing was shallow, your piercing gaze locked with his. “I don’t miss how you always razz me, how snarky you are, how you bite your bottom lip when you’re thinking. I hate when you come into a room and put on your charming act, everyone just gravitates towards you like you’re a fucking ray of sunshine or something. I hate how fucking brilliant you are, how smart. Your mind doesn’t fascinate me at all, and I don’t spend any of my fucking time thinking about what’s going on in that brain of yours.”

Billy noticed how you swallowed thickly, how you were squeezing your thighs together. Your skin was flushed, your breaths coming out in shallow spurts.

“I don’t want you. I don’t like you. I don’t miss you,” he murmured, his voice rasp with lust.

His words had the desired effect. You couldn’t take it anymore. Desperate to get off, your hand slipped between your thighs and you started rubbing yourself.

“Take off your fucking pants,” he growled. “I want to see your pussy. Want to see how wet you are.”

“Can’t… one-piece…”

As frustrated as he was at not being able to do what he wanted, he was still mesmerized by what you were doing to yourself. Your quiet moans had grown louder, more desperate. It was heaven watching you come undone. It was also sheer hell because he couldn’t fuck you himself.

As if reading his mind, you shifted closer, your body facing him. His eyes drifted down to your breasts again, barely covered, and he reached out to touch them. His fingers delved beneath the fabric of your top to tweak your nipples, playing with them, caressing them, until they were hardened nubs, ready to be sucked and licked by him. His mouth watered at the sight of your puckered nipples. God, he was so fucking hard.

Then you took his hand and guided it down to your cunt, urging him to play with you. He felt how wet you were through your clothes, you were so fucking turned on. He rubbed your pussy expertly, tapping and teasing your clit, and the guttural moans that were coming from your mouth only aroused him more. With you, even dry humping was hot.

It only took a few more seconds for you to come, and when you did you were all soft murmurs and tender sighs and it took everything he had not to pull you onto his lap and fuck you right then and there.

His hand crept up to your breast, resting over your heart as you slowly returned to the world. When you opened your eyes again to look at him, they were brimming with emotions. “Thank you.”

He smirked. “You’re welcome.”

“I owe you a blow job.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “Suck me off because you want to, not because you think you owe me.”

The innocence displayed in your smile completely belied your wicked words. “I like sucking you off.”

His hand reached out to play with your hair. “Good.” He winked at you. “Feel free to start any second now.”

“I’m not blowing you when you’re driving! I want to get home alive.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, pouting.

You simply smirked in response.

Soon, a comfortable quiet fell over the two of you which was an unusual experience for Billy. Years of working recon meant waiting, watching, studying the enemy, the atmosphere charged and tense before chaos struck and the inevitable happened. But this was different. The tension was sexual, the dread non-existent. There was just him and you, and it was perfect.

Your phone buzzed in the inside pocket of his jacket, which made him wonder if the loser you’d been talking to was now calling you. Fucker really had no game if he was calling you so quickly. Eager prick.

“Did you mean it?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“What you said in the club. About killing the guy who was hitting on me.”

Apparently you could read his thoughts now. “Every fucking word.”

You sat up, your eyes fiery and volatile. “You have no right to interfere in my life, Billy.”

“I have every right.”

“How would you feel if I started harassing you about the women you sleep with? What if I went all psycho on them?”

He turned into the parking lot of your building and parked his car at a visitor’s spot. After unbuckling his belt, he turned to you, fisting the back of your head. Your breath hitched in your throat, like you weren’t prepared for his close proximity. “Ask me, Y/N. Ask me how many women I’m fucking.” He waited for you to speak, to ask the question, but, instinctively, he knew you wouldn’t. “You’re not going to ask me, because the truth scares you.”

“Of course it scares me!” you snapped. “I have no idea if you’re using condoms with these other women, if you’re exposing me to god knows what.”

Your defensive tone meant he was getting close to the truth. His fingers started playing with your right ear. “If I’m only fucking you, and I only want you, then you can’t use me as an excuse to run from us anymore. Terrifying, isn’t it?”

Fear flashed across your face, all your emotions on display for him to read.

Billy leaned back and winked at you, smiling smugly. Jackpot.

Part 11

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[queenshelby]

Time for Change – Part Five

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 3,388

Notes: Not based on Cillian’s life. This is fiction guys! 

The week following your night at the Westin with Cillian, you and Cillian caught up again, this time at a different hotel and without spending the entirety of the night together so that you wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

Then, the weekend after that, it was his birthday party and you and James were invited over to his and Danielle’s house to celebrate.

Chloe stayed with her grandmother and you were keen to see Cillian again. At the same time, you were nervous. It was the first time you were going to be around Danielle after you slept with Cillian and it certainly didn’t help that, despite your sense of clarity around everything, you were developing feelings for your brother-in-law.

The text messages between you and Cillian had become constant and not just sexual in nature. He called you daily when he could and you even met up on occasion, sometimes at the park when you both went for a run or sometimes at the local bookstore.

He was different to James. He had always been kind and you were interested in the same things. Occasionally, you would still teach the piano to his kids and he made sure that, every time you came over, Danielle wasn’t home.

When there was a chance, you kissed and held hands. You got to know him, even to the point where, when James bought Cillian a birthday present, you rolled your eyes, thinking that it was unsuitable.

‘He does not drink spirits James. Just shelf it and I will go to the bookstore and get something else for him, yeah?’ you chuckled and James looked at you somewhat confused.

‘You seem to know him well, your brother-in-law. I could almost be led to believe that you have a little crush on him’ James said, raising an eyebrow.

‘I ran into him a few times at the book store so I have an idea what he likes James. That’s all’ you explained, cheeks flushing.

‘Relax Y/N, I was just joking. I was thinking though, you know how Cillian had spoken about his holiday house down south the other time?’ James asked.

‘Yes, what about it?’ you asked.

‘Well, perhaps we can ask him for the key and get away for a weekend, just you and me. This might get you in the mood for some sexy time for a change’ James said, causing you to sigh.

‘James, we talked about this. I am just going through a few things’ you explained, not wanting to be with James in any intimate way knowing the big secret he was keeping from you.

‘It’s still about my affairs, isn’t it? You know, if you would have been more attentive as a wife and less occupied with Chloe’s needs and your job, I wouldn’t have had to cheat on you’ James said angrily, making it out to be your fault.

‘So, it’s my fault you fucked your secretary and knocked her up?’ you asked angrily.

‘How did you know?’ James wondered.

‘I just do James. It’s for another time to discuss. Not today. Today, I will pretend to be a happy wife and we will go to my step sister’s house for the party. Then tomorrow, we will talk about what we are going to do moving forward’ you suggested.

‘You know, this is all your fault Y/N. At least Laura gave me a child which is something you were incapable of doing. You didn’t want to fucking try going through IVF’ James then shouted angrily.

‘Because we didn’t have the money, James! And money is what keeps you here now, by my side, isn’t it? You don’t want to pay support for Chloe and me and you don’t want to miss out on my inheritance. Is that it? Because if you leave me, you don’t get anything’ you yelled at him as, suddenly, you had to reach for the corner of the kitchen bench as a wave of nausea washed through your body.

‘Chloe isn’t my daughter, nor is she yours. I have a daughter now and you can’t have children, which is probably for the better because, obviously, you are delusional and self-centred, blaming me for what happened instead of yourself’ James yelled, holding onto your shirt tightly and angrily.

‘Oh, I am self-centred?’ you barely managed to say before pushing his hand away and making your way to the downstairs bathroom rather quickly.

As soon as you walked through the door, you dropped to the floor and leaned over the toilet.

‘Jesus Christ’ you huffed as another bound of nausea overcame you and you emptied your breakfast into the toilet.

Just as you were in the bathroom, you heard the front door of the house close shut and you realised that James had left, which was probably for the better.

‘This fucking sushi place’ you growled to yourself, regretting your takeaway choice for the previous night before quickly brushing your teeth and making your way to the bookstore.

***

At around 7 o’clock that night, you arrived at Cillian’s and Danielle’s house without James by your side.

When Danielle enquired about James’s whereabout, you informed her that he would arrive a little later and so he did.

She could sense that you had been fighting and was quick to offer you a drink, which you gladly accepted.

After wishing Cillian a happy birthday and giving him his present, you socialised with Danielle and her friends and, every time you spoke to her, you felt guilty about what you were doing.

Yet, you couldn’t help but glance over towards Cillian on numerous occasions. He looked incredible and you loved seeing him smile.

Danielle, however, seemed unhappy and a mutual friend by the name Natalie eventually asked her what was wrong.

‘I think Cillian is seeing someone’ Danielle said quietly.

‘Oh god Jesus Danielle, not again, please’ Natalie said, being well aware of the constant allegations and fights they were having. ‘Just because you cheated doesn’t mean he did’ she then said, causing you to almost choke on your wine.

‘You did what?’ you asked surprised. This was the first you heard of it.

‘It was many years ago Y/N. Cillian knows and he forgave me. He was always away and I struggled with the kids and…’ Danielle went on to explain and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

‘What is so funny? We all make mistakes’ she said and you couldn’t help but shake your head in disbelieve.

‘Well, apparently so’ you chuckled. ‘Now, what makes you think that he is cheating on you Danielle?’ you then asked, curious as to whether her suspicions were actually warranted and whether she knew something.

‘I looked at his bank account statement and there were two hotel charges in Dublin in the past two weeks, one for the Westin and one for the Hilton’ she explained.

‘He could have just eaten there with friends Danielle, both of these Hotels have restaurants attached to them and are conveniently located near Temple Bar’ Natalie then laughed, causing Danielle to nod.

‘Yeah, probably. But, he has been acting funny lately and isn’t interested in intimacy. He doesn’t even kiss me anymore’ Danielle said.

‘You walked out on him twice in two months Danielle. Does this seriously surprise you?’ you asked, causing Danielle to shake her head just as Cillian came walking over towards you.

‘Miss Music Teacher, do you mind helping me with this?’ Cillian asked you as he handed you a guitar with two broken strings.

‘What animal did this?’ you chuckled and Cillian looked over towards one of his friends, rolling his eyes as he did.

‘Right, show me where the string is and I will fix it’ you said and Cillian asked you to follow him downstairs which is where he kept all of the music instruments and accessories.

***

After you followed Cillian into the basement and he gave you quick kiss now that you had some privacy, you quickly locked the door behind you.

‘What are you doing?’ Cillian asked surprised and, without loosing any time, you moved towards him and pressed your lips onto his again for a more passionate kiss.

Your lips parted his, allowing your tongue to enter for a short moment and explore, before you broke off the kiss and moved back. You then brushed your finger over his lips in a silent hush as you started fumbling with his zipper.

‘I am giving you another birthday present’ you smirked and, whilst Cillian knew that this was wrong, especially with Danielle and James both upstairs, all he managed to do was exhale and watch as you pulled at his jeans and briefs and released him.

You gasped as his cock sprung straight up, precum already glistening on the tip.

‘Oh, I didn’t expect you to be hard already?’ you said with some excitement.

‘What can I say, I have been fantasising about you all evening, seeing you in these tight jeans’ Cillian whispered as your fingers wrapped around the shaft while your other hand cupped his balls and squeezed.

‘Have you now?’ you purred without looking away from his cock.

‘You are such a tease Y/N’ Cillian moaned as you started to stroke. Timidly at first but you quickly picked up the pace. You could tell Cillian was getting himself worked up and you knew you didn’t have much time as everyone was waiting upstairs.

Without warning, you leaned forward and took his shaft into the back of your throat, making him gasp.

‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned, no longer caring if anyone heard him. Your mouth around his cock just felt too good.

You moaned and hummed as you bobbed your head and the sound coming from your throat tickled his cock. He wasn't going to last long at this rate and he was holding back another groan as your tongue slid up and down the underside of his shaft rather seductively. Then, your lips were puckering on the tip of his cock, sucking like a vacuum before releasing him with an audible 'pop'.

‘You like that?’ you whispered, kissing the tip and looking up at Cillian with eyes full of lust but, his only reply was a nod as he ran his fingers through your hair.

The truth was that, he couldn’t remember the last time Danielle and him had sex, let alone her pleasuring him with her mouth. It wasn’t her thing and you certainly wouldn’t have pleasured James like this in recent years either. But, you couldn’t get enough of Cillian’s cock. He was just perfect and you enjoyed giving him the pleasure that he deserved.

‘You can fuck his face, I won't gag, remember?’ you eventually said with a wink, lowering your head again.

Cillian was somewhat surprised by your rather dirty request but found some reassurance when your hand came off his balls and found his hand in your hair, pushing downward, encouraging him to stop holding back.

Taking the hint, Cillian bunched your hair up in his fist and slammed his hips upward, bottoming out in your throat with a wet gurgle. You held there for a moment before pulling back with a gasp.

‘Again’ you moaned, excited by how he had his way with you and, just as you requested more, he forced your head back down on his cock.

‘Fuck Y/N, that’s it’ Cillian groaned, plunging his cock in and out of your plump lips over and over again now while your hand was back to squeezing his balls.

‘So fucking good’ Cillian groaned as he took from you what he needed and he couldn't hold on any longer. With one last violent thrust he held your head down and exploded, coating your throat with his seed.

Cillian could feel you swallowing as you moaned and squeezed his balls some more, milking him of every last drop before letting go off his cock and wiping your mouth.

‘Now give me the string for the guitar before anyone files a missing person’s report’ you winked as you stood up and Cillian zipped up his jeans.

***

When you came walking back upstairs, you noticed how drunk James was which didn’t surprise you after the fight you had earlier that day.

Tipsy and in a good mood, he walked over towards you and, just as you took a sip from your wine to flush down the remnants of what you had just done to Cillian in the basement, he took the glass out of your hand and gave you a kiss.

Cillian looked over to you, his eyes widening and chin dropping. He couldn’t help but laugh.

‘James, you are drunk’ you pointed out, pushing him off you quickly with some embarrassment.

‘I just wanted to kiss my wife, can’t I do that?’ James then said and Danielle quickly came over and handed James a glass of water.

‘You guys should stay the night, I think you can’t take him home in this condition’ Danielle suggested and, before you could decline, James agreed and accepted her offer.

‘Good, you can stay in the basement. It’s nice and warm and there is a comfy pull-out lounge and bathroom in case he gets sick’ she said and you thanked her for the offer.

Thankfully, the party didn’t last too much longer and, at around midnight, everyone had left and you made your way downstairs to see how James was coping.

Just as you walked down the last step, your phone buzzed and you received a text message from Cillian.

‘Meet me in the upstairs bathroom at 1am’ it said and you couldn’t help but giggle.

‘Okay xx’ you responded.

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The clock on the nightstand hit 1o’clock as you were laying on the pull-out lounge in Cillian’s basement studio with James snoring softly next to you. He had gone to sleep about half an hour ago after throwing up numerous times and you quietly made your way upstairs.

You opened the bathroom door where Cillian was already waiting for you and, without a word you met in an embrace, lips locking and tongues fighting one another in a sloppy kiss.

His chest was against yours as you backed your ass up against the vanity. His hands slid under your butt and you giggled as he lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding your pelvis against his growing erection.

‘Are you going to fuck me?’ you whispered into his ear, your tongue tracing his ear lobe.

He answered with a nod and a groan against your neck, kissing a trail back up to your lips before pulling off your panties, which was the only thing other than a t-shirt which you were wearing.

Cillian then sat you on top of the vanity, facing him before pushing down his boxers.

Your lips never broke contact and, once he freed his cock, it sprang upward and slapped against the soaked mound between your legs.

‘Give it to me Cillian…I want you so fucking badly’ you moaned into his mouth as his hands slid up your t-shirt and cupped your breasts.

‘I've been thinking about having your cock inside of me all night’ you gasped between kisses, causing Cillian to groan.

‘Have you been thinking about fucking me too?’ you continued, your hips grinding against him, your pussy lips sliding along the length of his cock.

‘I have been. Every night, I have to go to the bathroom and make myself cum just thinking about you and how good you feel’ Cillian groaned as your hand snaked between you both and took hold of his girth, aiming it towards your dripping love hole.

‘Hmm, oh god Cillian’ you cried out as he took your cue and pushed himself into you slowly. Your body shook as you took him inch by inch.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned again and almost screamed as your body convulsed against him and your back arched, fingernails digging into his chest through his t-shirt.

‘That was quick’ Cillian whispered and his hand immediately came down on your mouth, covering it as an orgasm swept through you within seconds of him entering you. This is how much you had craved him. You wanted to simply have him inside of you and were aching for him.

‘Holy shit’ you panted, pulling Cillian in for another deep kiss. While you were clawing at his chest again, he began to thrust in and out of you with short strokes and you began taking a little more each time until he hit your cervix.

Cillian could feel your pussy juices leaking onto his balls as he thrusted his hips and you moaned and shuttered as a second orgasm rolled through you after several minutes.

Cillian didn't slow this time and instead quickened his pace, thrusting into you relentlessly. Your hips were gyrating every time your bodies connected, making his cock do circles inside your pussy. It felt fucking magical and Cillian could feel his balls tightening as an orgasm approached, but he wasn't ready to finish.

‘Fuck, hold on, not yet’ he grunted, grabbing your hips and lifting you off the vanity before spinning you around.  

You grinned eagerly at this and leaned forward across the vanity, wiggling your apple shaped butt in anticipation as Cillian took position behind you. As Cillian rubbed his cock against your slit you arched your back and raised your ass to give him better access and he teased you with the tip, pushing in a couple of inches before pulling out completely  

‘Please Cillian, I need you to fuck me’ you begged and, just as you did, Cillian held your hips and slammed his cock all the way into you. Your bodies collided with a wet slap and you had to reach forward to brace yourself against the vanity.

‘Oh god yes fuck me Cillian’ you groaned, throwing your ass backwards to meet his thrusts while Cillian reached out and took a handful of your pony tail, pulling your head back as he pounded away. The way you would grind into the mirror in front of you every time Cillian bottomed out inside your drove him crazy and quickly brought back his orgasm.

‘Fuck Y/N, I'm gonna cum!’ he groaned.

‘Cum inside me’ you gasped, twisting to look back at him with lust filled eyes. ‘Fill my pussy and let me feel it’ you moaned.

‘Oh god, fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned, grabbing your ass with two hands as he pulled you into him as his cock erupted inside you. He filled you with spurt after spurt of hot cum as you watched him in the mirror and wiggled your ass against him.

After he came down from his high, Cillian pulled out of you and spinned you around and once again sat you on top of the vanity before inspecting your cum dripping mound.

He stepped closer towards you and made you spread your legs wide before, without any warning, he slid two of his fingers inside you.

‘Oh shit Cillian right there! Oh fuck!’ you screamed as he pinched your g-spot. Within a minute or two of him stimulating your g-spot this way, your body quaked as one last orgasm passed through you.

Cillian held you in this position until you calmed down before pulling his fingers out with a wet slurp and brining them to your mouth.

You grinned and cleaned them up eagerly with your tongue and lips before kissing Cillian passionately, letting him taste the both of you.

‘That was...fucking amazing’ you said in between kisses and, just after your lips drifted apart, Cillian made an admission to you after a rather long and awkward pause.

‘I think that I am in love with you Y/N and I don’t know what to fucking do about it. This…all of it…it’s wrong. Yet, it’s like I can’t resist it. I need to be with you’ Cillian then said after he pulled up his boxers and let his head lean forward against your chest.

‘I feel exactly the same’ you said, causing Cillian to lift up his head and ask again.

‘So, what are we going to do about it, Y/N? We can’t go on like this’ he said and, just as he did, the bathroom door opened suddenly….

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For Flip Friday, I’d love to hear about Flip hating life while trying to show off his non-existent handy man skills! He should stick to chopping wood instead of trying to be Mr Fix It lol.

Thank you!!! 💗

A/N: Lol my queen hello! Thank you for sending this in of your own accord and not at all being influenced by me whatsoever 😉

1.1k, no warnings, just nonsense lol (inspired by real events)

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The toilet is running. You can hear it even all the way downstairs, where you’re flipping through a magazine on the couch on a scorchingly hot summer afternoon. There’s an oscillating fan blowing air this way and that, and even despite that noise, you can hear the toilet running.

This isn’t the first time it’s happened either, the upstairs bathroom has been acting up more and more lately. Every time you went to deal with it though, it miraculously stopped -- almost like a car that will make noise every other moment other than when it’s at the mechanic’s.

But this time, you don’t dare approach the toilet, figuring that the most sensible thing to do would be to catch it off guard; which prompts you to call out to your dearly beloved husband who is sticking his head in the freezer to attempt to cool off himself, “I’m going to call the plumber, you’re home on Friday right?”

“What?” He calls back, making you get up with a slight groan. It was too hot to move, let alone get up, but the phone is on the wall in the hallway, so you muster up the strength to leave the direct line of cool air from the fan.

“Friday? The plumber?” You reiterate as you pass the kitchen on your way to the phone, and now that he can hear you fully, he immediately begins to protest.

Removing himself from the freezer, Flip furrows his brow and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s not in one of his usual button-downs, instead sporting a white thin tank-top that shows off his muscles deliciously. Whether he does so consciously or not, those biceps of his flex, almost like a challenge for something.

“What the fuck do we need a plumber for?” Frowning, Flip’s eyes dart between you and the phone in your hand as you begin to dial the number.

“The toilet is running again.” You explain, as the line rings, and you’re pretty sure someone was just about to answer when Flip’s big fingers press down on the receiver, effectively hanging up the damn call.

You shoot him a dirty glare, but he’s unfazed by it, instead brushing past you to head up the stairs himself.

“Oh, if that’s all, then I’ll just go fix it.” He says, as if he’s got any experience whatsoever with plumbing.

Flip was a handy man, of course. He worked in a lumbermill for fuck’s sake, he knew his way around wood. You both knew you could count on him to fix a wide range of household maintenance, and he took great pride in being able to do these things for his home. But there were certain skills that required a little more technical knowledge, things like electrical wiring, and, well, plumbing.

He’s halfway up the stairs when you decide that maybe he shouldn’t be fuckin’ around with the pipes in case he floods the upstairs, but you phrase it in the only way that you know how to avoid bruising his ego -- trying to get him to come to the conclusion that the plumber should be called.

“...Are you sure honey?” You start, apprehension in your voice.

“‘Am I sure’ -- of course I’m fuckin’ sure. I helped build this house, I can fix the damn plumbing on my own, I’m sure it just needs a bit of elbow grease is all.” Flip scoffs, lighting up a cigarette and rummaging through the upstairs closet for one of the many tool-kits he has stashed around the house, inspecting it to make sure his wrenches were there.

“Flip -- ”

“C’mon, don’t you trust me? I tinker with stuff around the house all the time.” He points out, and while you agree, still your earlier hesitation lingers.

“I know but plumbing is different than a wobbly table or a stiff door-hinge.” You point out right back, and Flip, filled with more self-confidence than he probably should have, just waves you off.

“You go right back to that fan and magazine and keep cool and don’t worry about it. I’ll be back down in no time.” He blows you a kiss, which you have no choice but to return, before shaking your head and doing as he says, knowing that once he gets his mind set on something, there’s no changing it.

Back on the couch, you wait.

It doesn’t take too long for the first noise to start up -- a loud bang that sounds suspiciously like Flip dropping the toilet tank lid.

“Everything’s fine!” He shouts preemptively, and you have to bite back a grin, the urge to chant I told you so so strong in the forefront of your mind.

Theoretically, you knew how toilets worked; you push the handle, a plug opens and the water drains out of the basin. New water from the tank fills the basin, and then the plug closes, letting a new batch of water fill the tank for the next flush. A buoy in the tank rises, and when it hits the top, the water filling the tank stops -- and this seems to be the issue that this particular toilet has had, for whatever reason, when the buoy rises to the top, the water just...keeps going.

Hence the running.

You know that Flip knows how this works too, but what you’re positive he doesn’t know, is how the hell to make the water stop running, short of just shutting the water line off to that toilet.

And that’s about when you hear another loud crash, this time accompanied by an even louder, “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Training your ear up to the bathroom, you hear the tell-tale sound of water spraying, and you wince, the image of the inlet valve spitting high pressure water all over your husband and the floor.

“God dammit -- ” There’s all sorts of shouting now, loud cursing that only grows more and more aggravated and panicked, “No! Stop -- fuck -- shit!”

There’s more banging, and a very loud thud that sounds suspiciously like Flip has either slipped on the wet tile, or tripped over something, and you do your best not to ask if he’s okay, because you know you’ll only get snapped at in his own frustration.

The toilet is still running, when you hear the sound of his heavy footfalls coming back down the stairs.

You bite back a laugh at the sight of him, when he finally does come into the living room, standing before you a man defeated. His white tank-top is completely and see-through, his hair is wet, his jeans are unfortunately soaked in a spot that makes it look like he pissed himself, and there are streaks of black grease from the toilet plug smeared across his face, hands, and shirt.

The two of you look at one another for a moment, before he slowly nods his head, clearing his voice and rubbing at the back of his neck, “I think we should call a plumber.”

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Please Take Me Home...

A/n: Back again with an annual post wahoo. Anyway, I hope yall are doing okay and staying safe. (Heads up I didn’t edit this well)

!Feel free to send constructive criticism!

Summary: Peter is drunk and alone and he wants to go home. Little did he know, asking you for a ride home would be one of the best decisions he ever made.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, underaged drinking, sad peter, Ion kno.

The music was loud and the air was warm. The house was full of nearly one hundred sweaty bodies colliding into one another, yet somehow Peter managed to still feel alone.

Deep breaths he told himself

Yet with every passing gasp for air the sensation of suffocating only grew stronger. He wanted to get out of there, and he wanted to get out now.

For the past hour he had been on a search for Ned and Mj,  and as much as it pained him to do so, he was coming to terms with the fact that they had left him, and therefore so did his ride. (Not that they'd ever do that, but let's just assume they thought he had already left or something)

Good god did he wish that he had never been talked into coming, and god did he wish that he wasn’t still there.

Yet no matter how hard he wished or how tight he shut his eyes, every time they opened he was still there. Surrounded. Not only by people, but with booze, loud music, and the disgusting warmth that was radiating off the flesh of every sweaty intoxicated teenager.

At that very moment everything was wrong. His head was throbbing, rhythmic pounding clouding any coherent thought he had, and surely the loud bass wasn’t helping

Peter knew that you also had attended the party, but subconsciously he had been trying his best to avoid you in any way possible.

You see, it wasn't because he disliked you or anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

You and Peter got along great. The bond between You, Mj, Ned, and Peter was unbreakable and he loved spending time with you, but despite your friendly personality, Peter was appalled at the idea of talking to you. He couldn’t help it. Any time he was around you, he reeked of insecurity. Feeling as though he wasn’t good enough. You weren’t popular per say, but the way you held yourself in such a laid back yet confident manner had somehow managed to leave a great impression with just about everyone. And it was that fact about you that made Peter doubt himself. He’d tell himself that he was much too boring or too ‘lame’ to be around you. And although he knew you’d never think that about him yourself, he’d instantaneously tense up and get painfully awkward the second you walked into the room, and that alone that made him fear your presence.

(It also didn't really help that he had the worst crush on you.. Like seriously the worst. As in staying up till 2:00 am stalking your social media type of bad.)

Despite Peter's dread, he was beginning to realize that he wasn't exactly given a choice. There was no one else in the house even remotely worth talking to except you. And with that in mind Peter began his second search of the night.

It only took him about two solid minutes to give up, in which he resorted to just tapping someone on the shoulder and asking.

“HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHERE (Y/N) IS?” He shouted, unable to hear his own voice over the sound of the blaring music.

“OH YEAH! HE’S UPSTAIRS IN THE ROOM TO THE LEFT...I THINK” Was the slurred response he received.

“OH UHH OKAY. THANK YOU” Peter replied.

“YEAH ANYTIME MAN” he heard behind him as he beelined to the staircase.

Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth he reminded himself as he made his way up the stairs, trying to build up courage with every step he passed.

He took one last deep breath, attempting to calm the violent shaking occurring within his hands. He formed them into a fist and brought one up to the door, sending a knock that would echo throughout the hallway.

“Come in~” he heard from behind the door, giving him permission to enter.

As soon as the door creaked open, he was met face to face with a thick cloud of smoke. He stepped inside, taking in a deep breath, flooding his nose with the stench of marijuana before almost immediately making eye contact with you. 

“Peteyyyy” You sang out, halting the conversation you were previously having

,but before Peter had the chance to respond, his voice hitched in the back of his throat and an overwhelming feeling of warmth tremored throughout his body. He knew something bad was about to happen. He knew he was going to puke...

“Uhhh, s-sorry. Wrong room.” He muttered out, making a 180 degree turn before bolting out the door. His palms began to sweat and his mouth salivated heavily. He tried to breathe and suppress the violent urge to puke, but knew that there was no hope. He ran to the closest bathroom, not bothering to knock as he bursted through the door slamming it shut behind him. He made his way to the (thankfully already open) toilet and emptied out his stomach. He continued to gag, and eventually made himself comfortable on the bathroom floor when he felt he was finished. He flushed the contents down and rested his cheek on the toilet seat only to then perk his head up when he heard a light knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey Petey, you doin’ okay in there?”

“Y-yeah im okay! Just a little...tired that's all!” He rushed out, internally smacking himself in the face. “Just a little tired”? What the fuck Peter.

He heard the door open and rushed into a sitting position, trying to appear as normal.

You sauntered in, closing the toilet lid and taking a seat on it.

“You doin’ okay?” You repeated.

“Yeah, i’m just fine. Y’know.. like I said.” He responded, flashing you a forced smile.

You rolled your eyes at him and gave his hair a gentle pet.

“You sure? You seem... off.” you uttered, handing him a bottle of water.

Peter sighed accepting your offer, moving his eyes down to his feet.

“I just don’t really want to be here right now.” he said before taking a swig.

“Shit...I’m sorry.” you sighed out.

“There anything I could do to help?”

Peter brought his sorrow filled eyes back up to yours,

“I-is there any way you could take me home?”

“Fuck. Baby you know I would if I could, but I’m uh... not exactly sober right now.” You responded, guilt lacing your words, as you began to regret your decisions.

“Baby”. He knew it was a word that you’d throw around to any of your close friends, but he couldn't suppress the warm feeling that burned throughout his body when it rolled off your tongue.

Peter let out a shy chuckle continuing to sip from the bottle and replied

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Looks like neither of us are driving.” You said with a deep chuckle.

“Where’s Ned and Mj? I bet they’d help.” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Gone.”

“Oh...” Was all you could find yourself responding with.

You stood up from where you sat, extending your hand out to Peter.

“Lets get outta here. Even if it's just for a bit.” You said with a slanted smile.

You helped him up slowly, placing your free hand on his lower back, directing him towards the door.

Peter waited at the top of the stairs while you notified your friends of your departure.

As soon as you returned you took a hold of his hand and guided him down the stairs and out the door. A small gust of wind met your face as the door shut behind you. The sweat gathered on the back of Peter's neck began to fade and the throbbing in his head lessened. Not completely, but enough for it to be bearable.

“Feels good to be out of there huh?” You said almost as if you had read his mind, compelling him to nod in agreement.

The two of you began to walk in a random direction, hands still together. Peter's mind racing a million miles a minute.

“Where did Ned and Mj go?”

“Is (Y/n) annoyed that he has to spend time with me?”

“Oh god, my hands are sweating aren't they…”

“What... you nervous or somethin?” You giggled, raising your connected hands into the air and squishing  them together to emphasize the fact that they were sticky.

If it weren’t for the fact that it was nearly 1:00 in the morning and there were no cars out, Peter swore he would’ve jumped in front of one without hesitation.

“Oh um, i’m sorry...” He muttered, embarrassment flooding his system, so much to the point it  nearly put the boy in tears.

“Awe, c’mon I'm just kidding around” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh ha-haaa” Peter replied sarcastically, sending you a childish pout.

You bumped your hip into his as a friendly gesture, causing him to stumble a bit.

“It’s...cute.”

“Cute.” He muttered, moreso to himself than you.

The two of you continued to walk, not even sure where it was you planned on going. The silence grew thicker with every passing second, but Peter was much too caught up in his own thoughts to even notice. You released his grip, bringing him back to reality, and went to dig around your pocket.

“Aha-” you brought your hand back up, displaying a pair of airpods (or any bluetooth ones idrc)

“You want it?” You asked, wiggling your phone in the air.

“O-oh! Sure!” he said, snatching it and placing it in his ear.

You put on (S/n). (‘Song name’, I humbly recommend ‘One Last Time by Summer Salt’) Peter's nerves settled as the rhythm of the song blared through his ears, drowning out his pesky thoughts.

You grabbed his hand again and started to swing it to the beat. Peter stared at you in awe as you swayed your head from side to side, meandering a bit as you walked. Eventually you swung your arm around Peter's shoulder, forcing him to move with you. If it weren't for the alcohol he probably would have laughed it off and nudged you, but instead he immitated your actions and began to sway overdramatically. That continued until you came to an abrupt stop and pointed. Peter followed you gaze, finding himself staring at a park.

You looked at him for a long second before bolting off towards the park without warning.

“Hey!” Peter yelped out, out eventually following your lead.

You ran and clumsily dove into a swing set, pushing yourself up off the ground, in a ‘superman’ pose before you came back down, dragging your hands and feet through the wood chips. You swung back and forth a few times before Peter came up and pushed your back so you rose up  once again.

“Excuse you!” You laughed out flailing your legs in attempt to get him off of you, before ‘gracefully’ sliding off so that you stumbled for a second before ending up on your ass.

“You look like a dumbass” Peter said with a bright smile, kicking some wood chips at you.

You stood up, brushing your self off while looking him in the eyes

“and you love it” you said with a wink.

“Shut up” He said, lightly shoving your chest and turning away to hide his blush.

After that the two of you messed around, sliding down slides, and fucking around on the monkey bars until you eventually ended up laying down in a grass field looking up at the stars.

The two of you talked about everything. College, work, the party, Peters ‘internship’, everything.

“Why don’t we talk more?” you sighed out as you sat back up.

“I don’t know...” Peter lied, whilst clumsily rolling over to rest his head on your thigh.

“Well. We should.” You stated, moving so that you were looking down into his eyes. You stayed in the position for what felt like forever, enjoying the gentle wind, as you analyzed Peters features. 

You pulled out your phone, breaking the silence after reading the time

2:30 am 

“You wanna head back?” You asked, ruffling Peter's hair.

“Back where exactly?”

“My place?”

“Sure” Peter yawned.

You turned your music back up once you were both standing, hands interlocking once again as you started your adventure for the second time that night.

Once you returned to the house, you saw that the lights were still on and the music was very much still blaring. 

You opened the car door on Peters side before walking around and getting in yourself.

As the two of you got seated Peter handed you your head phone back and let his body relax.

You reached into the back and pulled up a soft blanket, handing it to Peter. 

You turned the radio on, keeping the volume low as you gave yourself some time to completely sober up. You turned to Peter so you could continue the conversation from earlier, only to be met with a sleeping boy.

Drool dribbled from his lips and slight snores emitted from him. His hair was a mess and boy did he not look comfortable, but you thought it was sweet nonetheless.

You pulled your phone out and snapped a picture of him.

You were definitely gonna show him that in the morning

After about another 30 minutes of simply relaxing, you turned the key and drove off.

Peter mumbled in his sleep as you nudged him for what was probably the hundredth time, only waking up when you smacked him in the back of the head. You led him to the apartment door and unlocked it, kicking your shoes off to the side as soon as you entered. 

Once you reached your room, you swung the door open, signaling for him to enter before you.

“Such a gentleman” Peter said in a groggy voice, before making himself comfortable and plopping onto your bed. He nearly fell back asleep until he was abruptly hit by a flock of clothes.

“There ya go- figured you’d want em’ since we're covered in dirt.” You chuckled

“Oh yeah...and this” tossing him a brand new toothbrush.

You tore your shirt off and chucked it into a random corner, grabbing some clean sweatpants as you made your way to the bathroom.

You turned around at the door, noticing that Peter had been staring at you

“I’ll be right back”

After brushing your teeth and changing, you came back out. Peter taking your previous position in the bathroom.

In the meantime you got comfortable, rearranging the pillows so that they were equally distributed.

Peter eventually came back out dressed in your clothes, looking almost as if he were drowning in your hoodie. If you could have snapped a picture right then and there, you would have, but simply seeing him like that was enough for you.

You lifted up the blanket signalling for him to join you, and he did so after turning off all the lights.

You both laid next to each other in the dark for a bit before you heard Peter turn to face you.

You turned your head just so that you could just make out his general figure. Despite it being dark, you could see that Peter was looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.

“Could you uhm... could you maybe hold me?” He stammered out.

You smiled softly, not that he could see it, and wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him into you, and allowing himself to burrow in and get as warm as possible.

“Of course Peter” you whispered into his hair

“Of course...”

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I've got the remedy

“Stiles, go upstairs and take care of your guy,” she tells him as she turns to face him once more, sighing loudly when he starts to stammer.

“My guy?” Stiles squeaks, and he hopes Derek is too loopy to hear this conversation or the way his heart is racing. “I don’t –“

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Derek gets sick with werewolf flu, and Stiles is left to watch over him. Their mutual crushes come to a head.

“Werewolf flu?”

Stiles Stilinski looks at his friend Lydia Martin dubiously as she stands in front of the stove, heating up soup. She’d called as he barely crossed back into the town lines – home on break from school, with an SOS text telling him to get his ass out to the Hale house. That wasn’t the surprising part, even being away at Berkeley didn’t stop the wolfy emergency-related texts. However, he could admit that their dear Alpha had a better handle on things these days, and he didn’t get too many ‘the world is coming to an end; we need your google-fu, Stiles’ call these days.

Not that Derek was willing to call his impressive skills ‘google-fu’ in the first place, no matter how much Stiles insists. Just because the big guy had mellowed out over the years doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a sourwolf.

Lydia rolls her eyes at him, probably because she has explained twice, and he’s still not getting it. “Peter didn’t precisely tell us – “

“What?” he drags out sarcastically. “You mean Peter Hale was vague about something?”

Lydia shoots him another look, more annoyed than the last, and Stiles smiles delighted, riling her up is one of his favorite pastimes. “Yes, shocker,” she says, returning his tone. “And he didn’t call it werewolf flu, but that’s essentially what it is, and Derek has it.”

Stiles frowns, looking up at the kitchen ceiling like it’s going to open up and show him their Alpha. “Is he okay?”

Lydia rolls her eyes yet again, and Stiles is starting to worry for her eyesight if she continues this way. “Yes. He’s just more irritating, if that’s even possible. Werewolves barely ever get sick, so he’s handling it oh so gracefully,” she tells him. The aggravation in her voice makes him wince.

“Where is everyone?” he questions. He knows the pack arrived days ago, him being the last one to come back to town due to a late paper he had to hand in.

“Far away,” Lydia answers as she turns off the stove. “I called Deaton. He said that while rare, the werewolf flu is contagious to other werewolves, so I sent them away because I couldn’t bear the thought of dealing with more supernatural whiny babies.”

Stiles snorts loudly at that. “Can’t Derek hear you right now?”

Lydia raises an eyebrow at him. “Like I care about the big bad wolf?” she asks, her mouth quirking upward when a growl vibrates through the house. Stiles shakes his head, amused. It’s times like this when he remembers why he was in love with her for so long.

“Okay, so why did you call me?” he asks, instantly regretting it when she gives him a bright smile. “No.”

“Stiles – “

He shakes his head quickly. “No, you just said he’s moodier than ever – “

“He needs someone to make sure he doesn’t drown in his own snot,” she says patiently, and the house shakes again with another growl.

“His betas – “ he tries over the huff Lydia lets out.

“Will get sick if they come near him,” she reminds him. “You really want to deal with a sick pack?”

Stiles lets out a sigh of his own as he reluctantly shakes his head. Scott alone used to be such a nightmare when he got sick before his wolfy transformation. “What about Allison?” he questions desperately.

Lydia looks at him like he’s stupid, and he knows why. Even years later, Allison and Derek aren’t particularly close. She’s pack because she’s Scott’s mate, but she’d probably just end up putting Derek out of his misery before bringing him tea with honey.

“You?” he questions in a last-ditch effort, knowing it useless by the way she looks at him.

“What exactly do you think I have been doing the last three days when I should have been studying, Stiles?”

“We’re on break,” he argues.

“You don’t win a Fields Medal by slacking off,” she shoots back with a flip of her hair. “Besides, I’m not Florence Nightingale.”

“And I am?” he asks. “What makes you think that leaving me with a sick and, per your words, grumpier Derek Hale is a good idea? I’m just going to annoy him more than usual, which I’m sure is not going to make him feel better faster.”

Lydia gives him a look that Stiles has come to know as her ‘Stiles, you’re such an idiot’ face. He’s used to it, but he’s not sure what he’s said right now to warrant it.

“What?” he questions when she continues to look at him like that.

Lydia rolls her eyes because it seems irritation is her default setting for the day and starts to make her way out of the kitchen into the living room to gather her jacket and purse. “The soup is ready. Make him drink plenty of water, and there are these herbs Deaton gave us. It’s already brewed. He has to drink that too. Word of warning, he says it tastes like death, so he’s going to pout about it. Make sure he drinks it in front of you. The first day the big baby poured it down the toilet.”

“Lydia, please,” he tries again as she puts her jacket on and heads for the door.

“Stiles, go upstairs and take care of your guy,” she tells him as she turns to face him once more, sighing loudly when he starts to stammer.

“My guy?” Stiles squeaks, and he hopes Derek is too loopy to hear this conversation or the way his heart is racing. “I don’t –“

Proving that she can be even more unimpressed with him still, Lydia rolls her eyes in a way that makes it seem it’s with her whole body.

“I don’t have time for your panic, so let me lay it out for you,” she says, not waiting for him to speak. “You two talk over the phone all the time. When you and I talk, you end up talking about him, and you get stupidly excited about making him laugh. He softens around you like no one else. You like each other, Stiles, and while it’s amusing for the rest of us to watch this little mating dance of yours, it’s also tedious as hell. Now, Derek has been a pain in the ass the last few days, and I guarantee you that you being here will put him in a better mood. So, I repeat, go upstairs and take care of your man.”

Stiles opens his mouth, but nothing comes out as he tries to process the truth bomb Lydia just dropped on his head. Seemingly taking his silence as an answer, she smiles, pleased with the havoc she has just wreaked, and walks out of the house, leaving him alone with a sick werewolf.

“Right,” he says to himself after a moment, closing his mouth and the door. He heads back to the kitchen, working on autopilot as he serves the soup Lydia heated up, pouring some of the herb-tea Lydia mentioned that does indeed smell like death and some water, placing it all on a carrying tray. All the while, he thinks about Lydia’s comments and the truth behind them.

He and Derek do talk all the time, sometimes for hours, about nothing and everything. He does get a ridiculous amount of joy when he can make the man laugh, and he’d been looking forward to coming home and seeing him, hoping to see and hear that laugh in person. There’s also the undeniable fact that he’s had a crush on Derek since high school, something he thought he’d manage to hide pretty well, but if Lydia’s words were true, then maybe not so much.

He feels his face go hot at the idea that the pack might be aware of his feelings, or worse, Derek. Because even if by some chance he wasn’t aware of them before, there’s no way he’s lucky enough for Derek not to have heard Lydia now.

Every part of him is screaming at him to get back in his jeep and drive home where he could hide under his bed until it’s time to go back to school. Instead, he grabs the tray and starts to make his way up the renovated Hale house. He’s faced scarier things than his feelings since learning about the supernatural, and it’s not the first time he’s been interested in someone wildly out of his league.

It’s his M.O.

Besides, there’s no way he could actually leave a sick Derek alone to be miserable if he can make him feel better. Lord knows the guy has had enough misery in his life. With that in mind, he pushes the door to Derek’s room with his hip, ready to deal with whatever is inside.

What he isn’t ready for is how good Derek looks. Stiles hasn’t seen him in person in months since his last break, and he looks amazing. Leave it to Derek Hale to get some strange supernatural cold and still look like a GQ model.

Derek is sitting up on the bed, and except for an impressive bedhead and unusually flushed cheeks under his scruff, he looks as gorgeous as ever.

“Life is truly unfair,” he whispers to himself, getting a raised eyebrow in return.  “What? Of course you would look this good while sick,” he says with narrowed eyes. Frankly, he’s annoyed by just how beautiful Derek is sometimes. “Can’t be like us lesser mortals who look like death when we have the flu? Do you just have to show us up?”

Derek stares at him for another moment before giving him an impressive eye-roll of his hazel-green eyes. “Why are you the most ridiculous person I know?”

Stiles snorts. “That’s simply not true. You also know Scott,” he answers as he makes his way towards the bed, tray in hand, silently apologizing to his friend for the dig.

Derek’s lips twitch for a second before he schools his features, but Stiles still catches it and celebrates the win with an amused grin of his own. It softens a bit as he sits down on the side of the bed, placing the tray on the bedside table to get a better look at Derek.

He stands by his original opinion that Derek Hale is just way too gorgeous in general, much more for someone sick with a magical flu, but this close, he can see the bit of bruising around his eyes from the lack of sleep. His cheeks are rosy-pink from sickness, and before he can stop himself, he reaches out to press his hand against one.

Derek lets out a surprised sound at his touch that startles Stiles into realizing what he’s done. He goes to take his hand off the werewolf, ready to apologize for overstepping when Derek gives him a surprise of his own by leaning into his touch, his pretty eyes fluttering shut, a peaceful look coming over his face.

Stiles holds his breath as Derek lets out another lovely rumbling sound from deep in his throat.

“Your hand is cool,” Derek murmurs softly, his eyes slowly opening to look at him. “It feels nice.”

Stiles bites down on his lip, feeling his stomach clench when Derek’s eyes drift to them, and he licks his own.

Holy shit, Lydia was right. This whole time he had figured that this was just one-sided. That it was him once again developing feelings for someone who would never return his affections. But looking at Derek now, he sees the same want and longing he sees in the mirror every day.

“Oh, screw you,” he breathes out, tightening his hold on Derek when he tries to pull away. “Nope, you don’t get to retreat now, sourwolf,” he warns him with narrowed eyes, proving his suspicions real by the way he listens to him. “You heard Lydia earlier,” he challenges with a raised eyebrow.

“I have good ears,” Derek grumbles back.

“So you heard her when she said we have feelings for each other,” he says, his heart beating faster than usual with anxiety, and he knows Derek can hear that too. Derek’s almost timid, hopeful expression when he gives him a single nod helps ease that worry as he starts to feel hopeful too. “Only all this time, I thought I was the only one with feelings here.”

“I thought you were the smart one,” Derek murmurs, a small grin playing on his lips when he sputters indignantly.

Stiles huffs loudly, even as he’s unable to stop the silly grin that takes over his face.

“Your heartbeat sounds happy,” Derek tells him softly as he looks down to his chest.

“You like me back,” he answers, letting out an incredulous laugh when Derek smiles at him, not denying it. Instead, he looks at him fondly, causing Stiles’ heart to skip a beat at being the recipient of such a rare and special look. “I’m more than happy right now, Derek,” he shakes his head. Happy doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Derek smiles again, pushing off the mountain of pillows behind him, reaching out for him. Stiles does the same, placing his hands on Derek’s bare shoulders, playing with the edge of his white tank top. His face gets inches away from Stiles’ when he stops.

“Wait – “ he starts as Stiles already shakes his head.

“No, no waiting,” he whines, wrapping his fingers around the material of his shirt, leaning forward. He rubs the tip of his nose against Derek’s even as he tries to close the last inch of distance between their lips. “I have had a crush on you since like junior year, Derek. No waiting, no wasting any more time, kissing now.”

Derek chuckles slightly. This close up he can see Derek’s eyes shining with joy, and Stiles wants to be responsible for that from now on.

“I’m sick, remember?”

“Affects werewolves, not humans,” he mutters as he brushes his lips against Derek’s, sighing at the feel of their softness. His sigh turns into a low moan as Derek gives in, hauling him onto his lap, proving that werewolf flu or not, his strength is still superior.

Stiles wraps his arms around Derek’s neck as he cradles him between his legs. He kisses him slow and deeply, thoroughly, it being such a long time coming. He sinks his fingers into Derek’s hair gripping it harder than he intended, pulling on it on reflex when Derek gives his bottom lip a bite. The pleased growl Derek lets out against his mouth vibrates down his whole body, making his spine tingle. He breaks the kiss to take a breath, only for it to turn into a gasp when Derek ducks to kiss his way down his neck.

“Totally worth the risk,” he gets out, moaning as Derek traces his moles with his tongue.

Derek laughs against his throat. He pulls back to look at him, smiling widely. “You say that now, but don’t complain later if you do get sick.”

Stiles shrugs his shoulders, not really worried or caring right now when he’s in Derek’s arms. “If it happens, we’ll stay in bed together until we’re both better,” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he speaks. “Actually, that’s a great idea. Let’s stay in bed.”

He waggles his eyebrows, grinning when Derek huffs, rolling his eyes at him.

“The most ridiculous person I know,” he mutters right as he rolls them over, ignoring the yelp Stiles lets out at the sudden movement.

Stiles blinks up at the ceiling while Derek throws an arm and a leg over him, settling around Stiles like he’s his own personal body pillow.

“What about the soup?” he questions even as he starts combing his fingers through Derek’s silky hair, scratching at his scalp with blunt nails.

“Mhmm,” Derek hums out, his face tucked into Stiles’ neck, already sounding half-asleep. “It will keep.”

Stiles laughs softly, but still, he wraps his arms more securely around the sleeping wolf, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead because he can now, closing his eyes too.

The soup can wait.

#teen wolf #sterek #eternalsterek #sterek fic #derek x stiles #my writing #my nostalgia for sterek kicked into gear today and this happened

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Summer Love

Type: One Shot about Grayson Dolan Rating: Rated PG 13 (Some sexual content) Warning: Talks about periods Word Count: 4300+ Pairing: Grayson + Catherine  Enjoy! | Want part 2 let me know

She left her office and got into her car. Undoing her bun, allowing her hair to flow free. Turned the car on as well as the radio, finding the right station. Rolling down the windows as she pulled off, allowing the wind in her hair. It was Friday night and she was officially on vacation for the summer. She pulled into the bar right when the sun was setting. She switched from her work shoes to something comfortable. She entered the bar and took a seat at the bar, looking over the menu quickly.

"Hey girl," the bartender said. "Hey, you" She smiled as she looked up. "How have you been?" the bartender questioned. "As good as I could be," she nodded. "How have you been Aubrey?" she asked. "I've been good," Aubery said. "What can I get you, Catherine?" Aubrey asked. "Let me get a dirty martini and probably some chicken wings," Catherine said. "Coming right up," Aubrey said.

Aubrey made her drink, placing it in front of her. Aubrey also put the order in for the wings. Catherine took a few sips of her drinks, looking at her phone. Aubrey bought out her wings and placed them on the bar.

"Thanks, girl," Catherine said. "So what have you been up to?" Aubrey asked as she leaned against the bar. "Well, work and work," Catherine said. "Really? No play?" Aubrey asked. "No play," Catherine said as she started to eat. "No boyfriend? Boy toy?" Aubrey asked. "No, just work," Catherine replied. "Wow, you need to get back up on that cowboy," Aubrey smiled. "It will come when it comes, '' Catherine shrugged. "Oh, my" Aubrey said. "What?" Catherine said. "Look what just walked in," Aubrey said.

Catherine looked over her shoulder and saw him. He was standing tall, his body looking like a god. She bit her lip as he walked in. He sat down at the bar a few seats away from her. She turned back to eating trying not to bring attention to her.

"Cowboy" Aubrey whispered. "Stop," Catherine said. "He's new," Aubrey said before walking over to where he was sitting, taking his order. "God he is so handsome" she paused. "I think I just said that out loud didn't I? Catherine said. "Yeah" he smiled at her. "Oops," Catherine said. "No problem, you are beautiful as well," He said. "Thank you," Catherine said. "I'm Grayson," he said. "I'm Catherine," she said. "Nice to meet you," he said. "New in town?" she asked. "Yea for the summer" he looked at her. "Nice," she said. "She's off the whole summer, maybe she could show you around," Aubrey said. "Aubrey, I'm sure he has other plans," Catherine said. "I would enjoy that," Grayson said. "Really?" Catherine asked. "Yea" he nodded.

She moved closer to him as they continued to talk. The evening turned into nightfall, after about 5 drinks they were ready to call it a night. She got up but Aubrey took her car keys, as well as his. Calling them a cab, they both got in it and went back to Catherine's place.

"I'm getting off here as well," Grayson said as he paid for the cab and got out of it. "You want to come in?" Catherine asked. "Yea," Grayson said as he followed her. "Come on then" she smiled as she opened the door.

He entered her place and she walked in behind him. Closing and locking the door, slipping her shoes off at the door. She walked past him and went into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. She poured water into the cup and he was right behind her. When she turned to go back to the living room she bumped into him, splashing water on both of them.

"I'm clumsy," she giggled. "Sorry," she said. "It's ok," he said as he pulled off his shirt. "Wow," she said as she looked at his body. "Maybe we should get you up to bed," he said. "Why?" she looked at him. "Because you are drunk" he grabbed her hand. "So?" She said, "Yea come on," he said as he led her upstairs. He took her to her room, sitting her on the bed.

He helped remove her shoes and laid her back on the bed. She grabbed him and pulled him over her, he chuckled and sat up. She laid back and looked at him. He excused himself to the bathroom as she laid back. He went into the bathroom and used it, then looked around finding the aspirins. He filled up a cup of water and grabbed two aspirins, making his way back to the room. She was already fast asleep, he laid the pills on the table with the water. He went downstairs and crashed on the couch. In the morning she woke up with a pounding headache. Sitting up in the bed and noticing the pills with the water, she took them. She took a deep breath in and got out of bed. Making her way to the bathroom, turning the water on. As she started to get undressed she could hear someone downstairs. She quickly put her shirt back on and went downstairs.

"Hello?" she called out. "Good morning," Grayson said from the kitchen. "Grayson?" she said as she walked into the kitchen. "Forget me that quickly?" he smiled as he saw her. "No, I just thought you left," she said. "Thought I would make breakfast first," he said. "Did we?" she questioned. "No we didn't, but I could leave if you want me to," he said. "It smells good" she looked at him. "I'll finish then," he said as he turned his attention back to cooking. "How is your head?" he asked. "Pounding," she said. "I took the aspirin," she nodded as she took a seat at the table. "Good," he said.

He finished cooking and plated the food, placing it in front of her. He grabbed his plate and the drinks before sitting next to her. He said a quick prayer before he started to eat. She started to eat as well, looking at him occasionally.

"Why are you here?" she asked. "Wanted a different scenery for the summer," he said. "And after?" she asked. "Back home to reality" he nodded. "What is reality?" she looked at him. "My home, my job," he said. "So, it's all work for you as well?" she asked. "Pretty much" he looked at her. "Same" she looked at him. "So guessing no relationship," she said. "No," he said.

Once they finished eating, she grabbed the plates and started cleaning up. He came up beside her and started to help as well. He leaned over and grabbed a towel and started to dry the dishes. She looked at him and decided to splash him with water. He was taken back by her actions. He smiled slightly and splashed her back. She quickly splashed him back, he reached over and grabbed a cup. Filling the cup up with water, dumping it onto her. She stood back looking at him before grabbing the spray hose and sprayed him. He reached around her trying to grab the sprayer from her. Since he was behind her she was getting soaking wet.

"Ok this isn't going as planned," she said as she tried to duck to get him wet. "Ah, shit" he laughed.

She stopped the water and grabbed a dishtowel. He went to grab another towel but his foot slipped, he fell on the floor.

"Are you ok?" she asked. "Yea I'm fine," he said. "Good," she said.

She went to help him up but then she slipped on the same puddle he did. Falling on top of him, they started to laugh at each other. She moved and laid on the floor laughing. He leaned up on his elbows and looked at her. He got up off the floor and held his hand out to help her up. She grabbed his hand and got up off the floor. He placed his arm around her waist to make sure she wouldn't slip again. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. He leaned down and placed his lips against hers. Slowly kissing her, making sure this was what she wanted. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kept the kiss between them as he picked her up, placing her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around him keeping him close. He pulled at her bottom lip before pulling away.

"Sorry" he whispered. "Don't be" she grabbed his shirt pulling him back towards her. "Oh," he looked at her. "I wanted to anyway," she smiled. "Oh really?" he asked as he brushed his thumb against her lips. "Yea I did" she looked at him, biting her lip slightly.

He moved back between her legs, allowing her to place her leg on his hip. He leaned in and kissed her softly, placing his hand on the back of her neck. Keeping her close to him, she grabbed his shirt and kept the kiss. He moved down from her lips, sucking at her neck. Nibbling at her ear, gripping her shirt as he slipped his hands up her body. Removing her shirt, throwing it on the floor, moving down sucking against her collar bone. She leaned her head back and let out a few moans as he wrapped his arms around her. Unsnapping her bra quickly, removing it from her body.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said. "Alright," he smirked as he picked her up.

They went upstairs to her bedroom, getting tangled up in the bedsheets together. Both laying back after trying to catch their breath. She turned onto her side facing him, tracing patterns on his chest. He looked at her, brushing the hair from her face. He smiled gently as she moved closer. He leaned over and kissed her softly, wrapping his arm around her. She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest.

"So I'm guessing you have to go?" she asked. "Nowhere to go, nowhere I would rather be," he responded. "I'm sure you want to see the city," she said. "I like my view right now," he said as he looked at her. "Aw you're such a sweetheart but such a bad boy in the bed," she said. "I know," he smirked. "Oh cocky I see" She smiled as she sat up. "Not cocky, just confident," he said as he leaned up on his elbows.

She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. He came in behind her, flushing the condom down the toilet. He slipped his boxers on. Sitting back on the bed as he waited for her to return from the bathroom. She came back in a rob and looked at him. She walked over to him and sat on his lap, playing with his hair. He wrapped his arm around her.

"So I know someone with a boat, do you want to go?" she asked. "Sure, I would need to stop at the hotel to get some things," he responded. "Alright," she nodded and kissed him before getting off of him.

He finished getting dressed as she got dressed. She gathered some things for the boat before going downstairs with him. He slipped on his shoes and waited for her at the door. She grabbed her bag and slipped her shoes on before heading out. They had to call a cab to get back to the bar to get her car. Once they got her car he told her what hotel he was staying at. Once they pulled up he went in to gather a few things before making his way back to the car. They left and went down to the pier and her friend was waiting for them.

"Hey Cat," Bobby said. "Hey Bobby," Catherine said. "This is Grayson," she said. "Nice to meet you," Grayson said as he shook Bobby's hand. "You too" Bobby nodded as he shook Grayson's hand. "Catherine," Aubrey said. "Hey Aubrey," Catherine said. "Come on, get on," Aubrey said.

They all got on the boat and Bobby untied it. Pulling off the pier and the sea was theirs. Catherine went and changed into her bikini and a cute cover-up as Grayson put his swim trunks on.

"You want me to put sunscreen on you?" she asked. "Yes please," Grayson said. "Then you can do me," she said. "In what way?" He smirked. "You know what I mean," she laughed slightly.

She rubbed sunscreen on his back as well as his chest. Then he put sunscreen on her back but allowed her to do the rest. He went out and grabbed a drink before sitting down behind the driver. Aubrey came into where Catherine was at.

"Spill," Aubrey said. "I don't kiss and tell," Catherine smiled. "Really?" Aubrey said. "Yea really," Catherine said. "Ok girl" Aubrey smiled. "You got laid," Aubrey said. "Did I?" Catherine shrugged as she walked out, joining them on the deck.   "Everything ok?" Grayson asked as he placed his hand on her leg. "Yea everything is fine" she nodded.

They stayed out on the water mainly all day. Once the sun started to set they started to head back towards the shore. Catherine was sitting near the edge of the boat, with her feet hanging off. Grayson sat behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back in his arms as they watched the sunset. She played with his fingers as they watched.

"It's so beautiful out here," she said. "Yea it is" he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. "I hope today was everything you were hoping for," she said. "It was," he said. "That's good," she said.

Bobby pulled the boat near the dock and everyone got off. Grayson grabbed Catherine's hand helping her off the boat. They said their goodbyes to Aubrey and Bobby. Making their way back to Catherine's car, leaving the parking lot. She thought he would want to go back to the hotel but he didn't. He wanted to go back to hers and just relax for the rest of the night. They got food before they went back to her apartment.

"Movie in bed?" he asked. "Sounds amazing," she said.

They took their food and went upstairs to her room. She sat on the bed and went through a few movies on Netflix before finally picking one. He sat down on the bed as soon as the movie started. They ate their food and once they finished threw the containers in the trash. Making their way back to the bedroom, laying down together. She laid on her side and rested her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. They didn't make it far into the movie before falling asleep. Over the next few weeks, they were always together. He canceled his hotel room and just had his things at her place. The days were sneaking by as they were enjoying each other. It was early morning when Grayson was waking up. He knew they had plans to take a hike so he started to get ready. She was still asleep in the bed, snuggled down under the blankets. He started to gently shake-up to wake her up.

"Baby wake up," Grayson said. "Go away," She groaned. "Babe come on, get up," he said. "I don't feel good," she said as she sat up. "What's wrong?" he asked as he placed his hand on her forehead. "Mother nature" she pouted. "Oh," he nodded. "Do you need anything?" he asked. "Snuggles?" she looked at him. "Of course but do you physically need anything?" he asked. "Probably tampons," she said. "I'll be back soon" he kissed her softly before leaving.

She got up and got into the shower. Changing into clean clothes before changing her bedsheets. Taking them downstairs, putting them into the washer. Grabbing herself a bottle of water before going back upstairs. She climbed back in bed and cuddled to her pillow as she waited for him to come back. He came back with tampons plus other things he knew she would want. He got her chocolate, spicy food as well as some salty foods.

"Babe?" he said as he walked upstairs. "Still in bed," she said. "I got the tampons but other things I think you would want," he said. "Aw you didn't have to," she said. "I wanted to," he nodded as he sat on the bed. "Thank you," she said as she sat up. "No problem" he leaned over and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry for messing up the day," she said. "Don't be, it was just a hike anyway" he said. "Still up for tonight?" he questioned. "The concert?" she questioned. "No, that's this weekend, I meant the fair," he said. "Oh yea" She nodded. "Yea I'm still going," she said.

She mainly stayed in bed all day, staying on her phone. Grayson was downstairs on his laptop, figuring out things. Once she noticed what time it was she started to get ready. He heard the shower turn on so he shut his laptop down. Heading upstairs making his way to the bathroom. Leaning against the door frame, just watching her in the shower.

"Stop staring and come on in" she smiled as she looked at him. "Oh so you noticed me" he smirked as he started to get undressed. "Of course," she said.

He got into the shower, wrapping his arms around her. She pulled them back towards the water, allowing it to run over them both. He leaned down and kissed her softly, she grabbed the back of his neck keeping him close. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. He grabbed the soap and lathered it up on the luffa. He started to wash her body as she grabbed the other luffa. Washing him off as well, kissing him occasionally. They finished washing off and got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and went into her room. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the room with her. Catherine sat in front of her mirror and started to blow dry her hair. Once her hair was almost dried she put products in it and slicked it down into a ponytail. She got up and made sure she was dried before getting dressed. She put on her panties and bra, picked out some denim shorts and a cute white top. He fixed his hair and got dressed, sitting on the bed just watching her. She put in her earrings and picked out her favorite pair of cowboy boots.

"Ready?" she asked. "I've been ready, just waiting on you," he said. "Well I'm ready," she smiled. "Are you ready for line dancing?" she questioned. "Line dancing?" he asked. "Yea line dancing at the fair," she said. "We always do it" she looked at him. "Well I'm sure I can pick it up quickly," he smiled. "I'll teach you," she said. "Then I'll have the best teacher around" he pulled her to him. "I guess you will," she said as she sat on his lap. "I love you," he said. It was the first time either one of them said those words. She was taken back by those words and didn't know what to say. "I love you too" she looked at him.

He leaned in and kissed her softly. They left the apartment and went to the fairgrounds. He paid for their tickets and also their wristbands. They walked around hand in hand, making their way around the place first. Deciding on what they wanted to eat and do. What games they wanted to play and what rides they wanted to ride.

"Come on, I've always wanted to do this'' she said as she grabbed his hand. Pulling him towards the Ferris wheel 'What?" he asked as they got onto the Ferris wheel.

She pulled him onto her side so he was sitting next to her. Once they got to the top, she leaned in and kissed him softly. He smiled against her lips, placing his hand against her cheek. Kissing her back as the Ferris stopped to allow people to get on. She pulled away slightly, resting her forehead against his. He brushed his thumb against her lips before kissing her again as they started to move. They finally got off the Ferris wheel and walked around the fair again. He had his arm around her shoulder as she held his hand.

"What do you want to eat?" he questioned. "Funnel cake," she smiled. "I meant food food" he smiled. "Oh, Italian sausage" she nodded. "Alright," he kissed her cheek before going to get the food.

He came back with the food, sitting next to her. They ate and cleaned up before going to see the animals. She fed the animals as he stood back watching her. She came out and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She came out grabbing his hand as they walked around. He decided to play a few games to win her a big stuffed animal.

"I want the monkey," she said. "I'll get you that monkey" he smiled as he played. "Good" she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Good luck kiss," he said as he looked at her. "Yea," she said.

He won on his first try and got her the monkey. She smiled as she grabbed it and hugged it. After that, he had to carry it the rest of the night. They stopped and got cotton candy before heading out and going back to her apartment. She took a quick shower before laying down. He walked into the room with the monkey and laid it on the floor before getting into bed with her.

"We need to talk," he said. "About?" she turned to face him. "I'm going home after this weekend," he said as he brushed the hair from her face. 'Wait what do you mean?' she asked. "I was only here for the summer," he said. "Oh yea" she nodded as she looked down. "I don't want this to end but I don't know," he said. "I don't know," she said. "Hey, I don't want this to end" he tilted her chin up. "I don't want this to end," she said. "We will figure it out" he leaned in and kissed her softly. "I know" she whispered against his lips.

They fell asleep in each other's arms. They went to the concert that weekend and had a blast. It was the last summer thing they could do before reality sets in. She started back to work and he's heading back home. He was packing his things as she was coming up the stairs.

"Are you sure you have to go?" she questioned. "Yes, unfortunately" he looked at her. "We are still going to try to make this work right?" she looked at him. "Yes," he said as he walked up to her, placing his hands on her hips. "Good," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I gotta get this into the car," he said. "Need help?" she asked. "I got it," he said as he took his stuff downstairs to the car.

She followed him downstairs and slipped her shoes on. Grabbing her phone as she left the apartment. Leaning against the car as he put stuff in the trunk. He closed the trunk and opened the door for her. She got into the car as he got into the driver's seat, driving to the airport. He parked the car and got out, getting his stuff out of the trunk. She got out of the car and grabbed the keys from him.

"Not a goodbye," he said. "Not a goodbye, just a see you later," she said as she hugged him. "See you later," he said as he held her close to him. "I love you" she looked up at him. "I love you," he said as he leaned down kissing her softly. "Have a safe flight" she said as she fought back her tears. "It's ok," he said as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "I'm going to miss you," she said as her tears slipped from her eyes onto her cheeks. "I'm going to miss you" he hugged her close to him.

He finally pulled away and went into the airport. She stood there watching him until he disappeared into the crowd. She drove back to her apartment and went inside. It was quiet for the first time in nearly three months. She went to bed alone, which she had a hard time sleeping. In the morning her world went back to normal as she went back to work. Stopping at the bar after work, checking in with Aubrey.

"Are you ok?" Aubrey asked. "Trying to be," Catherine said. "Are you guys still talking?" Aubrey asked. "Yea we are, as much as we can," Catherine said. "That's good," Aubrey said.

Catherine ordered food as well as a drink. There was a storm rolling in, it started thundering and raining. Catherine finished eating and left the bar when the storm calmed down. Sitting in her car as she pulled up to her apartment. She went inside and decided to pack her bags, she was going to go find him. She craved his touch, his love. She could still feel his kiss on her lips, she wanted to be with him. She made her way downstairs with her bag when someone knocked on her door. She opened the door and Grayson was standing there in the rain.

"Grayson," she said. "Can I come in?" he asked. "Yea come on" she opened the door more so he could come in. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "I can't be without you, I need you," he said. "I was going to come to find you" she nodded towards her bag. "I'm here," he said as he pulled her closer to him.

She wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Grayson decided to stay in town and find work. It wasn't just a summer fling, it was love.

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[modernpaw]

It's a Beautiful Day for a Wedding (Part 3)

Charlie Barber x Female Reader

Summary: When your ex-husband shows up at your cousin’s wedding, old wounds can’t help but resurface. Lucky for you, a certain theater director is also in attendance.

Notes: I had to write this whole thing twice because right after finishing it the first time, I accidentally pressed something and deleted much of the text, with no way to undo it. My last draft had been hours ago and so much had already changed in the scenes. You guys have no idea how much I wanted to cry, so I'm just glad someone's reading this. SNIFF. Lesson learned.

CW: N S F W, SMUT, swearing, unwanted advances, PIV sex, divorce, painful breakup, implied past infidelity, unprotected sex, AFAB reader

Words: 4.3k

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

The sound of knocking brings you back to your senses, and you push Charlie away in alarm. A look of hurt crosses his face, but it only lasts for a second. Before you can even open your mouth to apologize, however, the knocking starts again, and your attention returns to the door.

"Hellooooo," the person on the other side calls out. "Anyone there?"

"Sorry, occupied!" you shout, voice hoarse.

Aren't there other bathrooms in the house?

"Oh, honey! Are you okay?" You now recognize the speaker as one of the bridesmaids. "We haven't seen you since the reception began!"

"Y-Yes!" you answer, looking around for an alternative way out. Your eyes land on the frosted glass window on one side of the wall, which you know for a fact faces the back of the house.

You look back at Charlie. You may need him to climb out that way, but you're not sure how you can ask him to do so without offending him more than you probably already have.

"Are you sure? You sound like you're coming down with something!" the bridesmaid replies. "Let me in! Maybe I can help!"

The doorknob jiggles.

Panic surges in you, and you feel like throwing up. You're going to have to choose between making Charlie leave, knowing full well that you're the one who pulled him in here in the first place, or getting caught in a compromising situation. Either way, you're going to have to deal with the fallout.

Fortunately, Charlie seems to have come to the same conclusion. He taps you on the shoulder and points wordlessly to the window.

You nod at him before opening the faucet, hoping that the running water will help mask the sound of his escape. As he slides the glass up, you flush the toilet and slam the seat down, trying to make as much noise as possible.

For good measure, you shout back at the bridesmaid. "Uhm, on second thought, you might be right. I think I might have caught a bug or something."

"Oh dear!" she cries out. "You know, there's a stomach bug going around! Half my family is coming down with it!"

You say something in reply, rambling on and on about how sick you feel, while leaning your forehead against the door. Much of what you're saying probably doesn't make sense, but it only helps sell the idea that you're not feeling quite like yourself.

"Do you think you're well enough to come out? Perhaps you need to drink some water," she says helpfully.

You look behind you to check if it's safe to open the door. Charlie is nowhere to be seen, the open window the only indicator that he was ever there in the bathroom with you.

Aside from the taste of his lips on yours, of course.

You let out a sigh as you look at yourself in the mirror, recomposing yourself as best as you can. You fix the smudge of your makeup and rearrange your dress, all the while thinking about how his absence doesn't make you feel relieved, only hollow.

From experience, you know that you need to talk to Charlie right away. So many things have been left unsaid, and the longer you leave things unresolved, the harder it will be to sort out later.

You open the door abruptly, surprising the bridesmaid waiting on the other side. She takes one look at you and shakes her head. "Honey, you look so pale. I think you need to lie down."

You admit that you feel faint, but you also know that you need to go back to the reception to find Charlie. "I'll be fine," you say with a placating smile. "I just need to get something to eat."

She doesn't look like she believes you, but escorts you back to the garden anyway. You station yourself right by the dessert table, so you can nibble on a slice of cake while you scan the crowd for any sign of Charlie.

The party is still in full swing. From your vantage point, you can see your cousin and her husband engaged in an animated conversation with another couple. Everyone else is either talking, laughing, or eating, all having a good time.

There's no sign of the theater director anywhere though, and you blink your tears back, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you.

It's very likely that he's already left the party.

He probably doesn't want to see you again.

You really fucked this up.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice your ex-husband approaching you until he's right by your side.

"Look, I'm not really in the mood for you, Steve," you say when he calls your name. You keep your face turned away, eyes still searching the crowd for Charlie. Maybe if you don't look at him, he'll go away.

"I just want us to talk, sweetheart," he says, using his pet name for you.

The urge to vomit returns in full force. "D-Don't call me that," you say, putting your plate down when you feel a cold chill seep through your bones. Your hands turn cold and clammy, and it feels like you've actually caught a bug.

"You used to love it when I called you that," he continues, moving closer to you, lips brushing against your ear. "Remember the first time I called you sweetheart?"

You know where this story is going, but you don't want to hear it. "You lost the right to call me that a long time ago," you say as firmly as you can, finally looking him in the eye, and pushing him back. "Please just leave me alone."

Steve doesn't seem to know how to take no for an answer. "That wasn't the case a few months ago," he presses. "Weren't you my sweetheart when we spent that whole weekend in bed?"

You feel a dizzy spell coming on, and you sway a little where you stand. You steady yourself, trying to block Steve out as he recounts the details of your time together. Does he really think that reminding you of that weekend would make you want to jump back in his arms? If anything, it only reinforces your decision.

You've just about had enough, but when you try to walk away, he takes your hand and pulls you back. "Let me go, Steve," you hiss quietly, not wanting to call any attention by struggling harder, not that you have the energy to.

At this point, a stiff breeze would blow you over.

Before he can answer, you feel a strong arm curl around your waist, freeing you from Steve's grasp.

"Baby, here you are," Charlie says, putting himself in between you and your ex-husband. "I couldn't find any meds for your nausea, but maybe this watermelon drink will help."

On instinct, your body curls around Charlie's, one hand resting on his back, the other on his chest. He holds the glass before you and gently lets you sip from it, much to Steve's bewilderment.

Improvisation isn't necessarily your strongest suit, but it's not difficult to play along when your partner is Charlie.

"Better?" he asks.

You nod. "Can we go?" you ask in a small voice.

Charlie deposits the glass on the table. "Of course, babe," he says, before giving Steve a smile. "If you'll excuse us," he says before gently walking you back to the house.

You don't spare your ex-husband a second glance, choosing instead to focus on Charlie's arms around your waist and the feel of his body so close to yours. His presence is warm and comforting, and you feel the symptoms of what might have been a panic attack recede.

As you lean closer to Charlie, you think you feel his arm tighten around you, but you're not certain. It might have just been your imagination. You keep your hands on him anyway until you're safely inside the house, only letting go when he breaks away from you.

"There's a guest bedroom upstairs where I'm staying," you say as soon as you're out of anyone else's earshot. You don't want to risk getting interrupted or Charlie leaving before you get a chance to explain. "Do you think we can talk there?"

Charlie considers you for a second. "That depends. Am I going to have to climb out of a window again? Because I don't know if I can manage it quite as easily as from the second floor."

Guilt floods you and you look down on the floor. "No, it's my room. No one will—" You cut yourself mid-sentence, realizing that you couldn't, shouldn't, impose this conversation on him if he doesn't want it. "But if you don't want—"

Charlie sighs and gently cups your face. "I'm sorry. I meant it as a joke, but I think it came out the wrong way."

You blink up at him in surprise. "So you're not... you know...angry?" you ask.

He bops his forehead gently to yours. "No, c'mon. Let's talk."

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Upstairs, in your room, you sit on the side of bed, while Charlie, after unbuttoning his coat with one hand, takes the desk chair right beside it.

You take a deep breath, not really sure what to say first.

Do you say that you're not normally that promiscuous? That that thing in the bathroom was your first time acting on your desires so indiscriminately? Do you apologize for pushing him away earlier? For making him leave through the window as if you're embarrassed to be caught in the bathroom with him?

Once again, however, Charlie beats you to it. "I'm sorry if I overstepped," he says.

"No!" you say, quick to contradict him.

You don't want him to think that you didn't want any of it or that he was alone in his actions. You're just as responsible for what transpired. "I wanted it," you say. "And I'm sorry for pushing you away. I was just surprised."

He studies your face for a moment, wanting to make sure he doesn't miss any important non-verbal cues from what you're saying, that it's not just wishful thinking on his part. "I understand," he finally says.

And he does. While he did feel hurt earlier, it was more of a reflex than a conscious emotion, and it wasn't something he would allow to take root without talking to you first. After escaping through the window, he went in search of another bathroom where he could compose himself and make himself more presentable before rejoining the reception.

That was when he saw you standing by the dessert table with whom he assumed was your ex-husband. As a director, Charlie is very used to reading body language, and he could tell within a second of watching you that you were very uncomfortable in the other man's presence.

He had already been on his way over, but when Steve pulled your hand, Charlie had to stop himself from making a scene. He grabbed a drink on the way, so he wouldn't accidentally break your ex-husband's nose for putting his hands on you, knowing that that last thing you wanted was to call any attention to yourself.

Now that he has you all to himself, all sorts of thoughts are running through his head, such as the fact that he probably should have asked you to dinner first, and he says so as much.

"But I can't say that I regret what I did either, unless, of course, you do," he says, watching your face carefully.

You stare back at Charlie in awe. "I-I don't regret it either," you say. "I like you Charlie."

Charlie smiles as he holds his hand out to you. "Well, just in case it's not obvious, so do I."

You reach out to place your hand in his, returning his smile. "It's been quite a day, hasn't it?"

He squeezes your hand. "I think we deserve a break."

The break is apparently a nap, which, according to Charlie, you desperately need. You don't have the energy to argue, especially not when you know he's right. Your emotions have been running on high since earlier this morning when you heard that your ex-husband was attending the wedding.

Charlie admits that he may have exacerbated the situation.

"Exacerbated," you yawn, "is one way of putting it."

Now, lying on your side, you feel your eyelids start to get heavy. The bed is so soft, and Charlie is so warm. He's taken his coat off and is positioned right behind you, one arm slung over your body, pulling you close to his chest.

You put a hand over his and hum in contentment. Charlie smiles when he hears it, likening it to a cat's purr.

He drapes one leg over yours. "Sleep now," he commands, and you find yourself obeying without question. His weight is a welcome anchor for your frazzled emotions, and soon, you find yourself dreaming.

You're on a boat, bobbing up and down, in the middle of the ocean. There's nothing but water for as far as your eye can see, no other person around you, not even land on the horizon, but you don't feel scared or alone. You just feel at peace.

When a large wave rocks the boat gently, you rush over to the side of the craft, only to realize that the wave is actually a blue whale. Its sheer size should have been overwhelming, but its presence only calms you.

Then the dream changes, and you feel lips pressing against the back of your neck and hear sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

You're gorgeous.

Stay here.

I'll be right back.

You try to shift closer to the warmth behind you, and that's when you wake up.

Blinking your eyes open, you register the fact that you're alone in bed, alone in the room, in fact. You push yourself up on your forearms. Charlie's side of the bed is still warm, so he probably hasn't been gone for long.

Before you can even speculate about his whereabouts, however, the door opens to reveal the man himself with a plate of food in one hand and two bottles of water in the other. "Hey," he says, placing them all on the desk. "Thought I left you sleeping."

You crawl over to the edge of the bed before standing on your knees before him. While you appreciate him taking the time to bring you food from the reception, it's not exactly what you're hungry for. You reach for his belt, pulling him towards you, before laying gentle kisses on his stomach.

Charlie swallows. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, cradling your face.

You look up at him and nod. "Very sure."

Charlie leans down to kiss you softly on the lips before joining you on the bed. You move back to make room for him, until your head hits the pillow and the entire length of his body covers yours.

"You look so beautiful," he says, before gently parting your legs. He nudges your left leg to the side, and slides his hands up the smooth expanse of your skin, bringing your dress up as he does.

Your breath hitches in anticipation when he raises it to your waist, revealing your seamless underwear. A new wet patch is already forming on the crotch.

Charlie gives you a heated gaze before devoting his attention back to your core, his undivided attention making you feel even more aroused.

"Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted earlier?" he asks softly. Before you can even comprehend his question properly, however, he leans down to sweep his tongue across your slit through the jersey fabric.

"Oh f-fuck," you whimper as soon as you feel him on you, the panties barely a barrier from the warm, wet, and firm assault of his tongue. The soft, sensual motions of his mouth make you hotter and wetter, and one of your hands lands on his head, while the other clutches wildly at the sheets.

As he proceeds to lick long stripes up and down your core and lap at your clit through your panties, your desperate pants and gasps redirect blood flow to his cock, filling it up even more. He groans against you as he palms himself through his trousers. He can't wait to be inside you, to plunge himself in so deep, he'll never find his way out again.

Charlie moans against your pussy and wonders if you know just how much more depraved his thoughts about you can get. He's never felt this way before, has never wanted to give in to his desires as much as he does with you.

Leaving one last kiss on your pussy, he pulls away to make quick work of his pants and his shirt.

Despite feeling lightheaded, you sit up to follow his lead, pushing the straps of your gown down until the entire dress slides off your body. Without breaking eye contact, you stand back on your knees, and reach behind you to unclasp your strapless bra. Before you completely release the band, however, you hesitate for a moment, suddenly feeling self-conscious. It's ridiculous, you know, but even though he's already had his lips on your most intimate places, this is the first time you're going to be baring yourself to him.

Will he like what he sees?

Before you can back out, you remove your bra and lower yourself to sit on the backs of your legs, hands on your lap, inadvertently squeezing your tits together.

Charlie is silent for a moment, staring at you unabashedly, and you wonder if you're not what he expected.

Finally, he kneels down on the bed before you. "How are you even real?" he whispers, reaching out to touch your chest. Your hands fall to your sides, as he caresses your tits up and down, over and under, tracing their natural shape, letting them bob against his palms. At his ministrations, your breasts start to swell. They become heavier and seemingly fuller in response to the largeness and roughness of his hands. You arch your back, offering yourself up to him, as your pussy quivers and flutters in anticipation.

He has yet to touch your nipples, but he doesn't have to, they're already hard and swollen, waiting for him to lavish his attention on them. Charlie licks his lips. You can tell—or maybe you hope—that he wants to lick them, suck them, but that can wait another time. There's something else that needs attention.

You reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging them down. Charlie helps you pull them off, and you barely contain your excitement when the head of his cock slips out and the rest of his length is finally unsheathed.

It's big, bigger than what you're used to, and it looks—fuck—it looks so hard and heavy, the head barely managing to lift itself. The tip is shiny with pre-cum, the balls drawn tight and large. Your mouth waters at the sight. You've always had a bit of an oral fixation if you're being honest, and you can't wait to have his cock between your lips.

Charlie groans as he watches you watch him with undisguised desire. He gives himself a few strokes, but you stop him before he could get anywhere, pulling him down to the bed. He soon finds your positions reversed, him with his back against the headboard, you right between his legs, kneeling down on all fours.

Seeing your ass up in the air and hearing your delicate moans as your nipples rub against the sheets—it's all nearly too much for Charlie, and more pre-cum gathers at his tip. He stops breathing altogether when you hover your mouth over his cock and raise your head to look up at him. He feels like he knows what you're about to do, and he's not disappointed when you hold his gaze as you give his head several experimental licks.

"Ungggggh!" he moans, his hands digging into his thighs at the sensation. He doesn't want to rush you, not yet, but god does he want to thrust up into your mouth.

"That's it—fuck—take it," he groans when his cock finally slips between your lips. Holding the base of his erection with one hand, he pulls your head down with the other, gently feeding you his length one inch at a time.

"C'mon, baby girl," he groans encouragingly as you take in more of him. "You can do it."

You close your eyes in pleasure, and you take him in further, sucking softly as you do. You're not a world champion at deep-throating, but you do enjoy giving head. In fact, you enjoy it so much, your pussy's already salivating.

"You feel—fuck—you feel so fucking good," Charlie says. You moan in reply, and he involuntarily tightens his fist in your hair when it sends vibrations through his cock. You hardly feel it, however, focused as you are on the singular task of taking in as much as you can of his length and the sheer pleasure you get out of servicing his cock.

Charlie nearly loses it when he looks down to see your eyes half-lidded and strands of saliva around your mouth. You look so thoroughly debauched, so fucking dirty and unrestrained in your pleasure, that he can't help himself. He begins to face-fuck you, hand urging your head to keep up with his thrusts.

You gag slightly, eyes tearing up immediately when Charlie's dick hits the back of your throat, but you try to relax your muscles, taking what you're given. You love how he sounds above you, his groans raw and broken, his growls bordering on animalistic.

Just as you think he's about to come, however, he pulls his dick out and pulls you onto his lap. You place your hands on his shoulders, moaning when you feel the full extent of his hardness against your core. You feel your cunt throb, swelling up at the prospect of having his cock inside.

"Y-You want my cock?" Charlie asks with a hiccup, still breathless after nearly coming in your mouth.

"Mmmhmmm," you answer, as you lean back, hands on either side of his hips, indulgently rubbing yourself against him. Charlie allows it for several seconds, knows how much you deserve it, before lifting you back up on your knees. You're still wearing your panties, but he doesn't care. He simply pulls the crotch of the fabric, wet as it is, to the side. As he positions his cock right under your pussy, he inhales sharply at the sight if your glistening folds. Slick. Sopping. Dripping. He can't wait to get inside you, can't wait to feel your wet pussy ride his dick.

Slowly, you sink yourself on him, and although he's larger than what you're used to, your cunt instinctively makes room for his cock. Not enough that he can just slide all the way in, but just so that you're taking more of him with every move. It's a tight fit, but it's comfortably snug, and you can't stop yourself from moaning at how good it feels.

"Mmmm... yeah," you cry out. "F-Feels so good."

Charlie groans as he watches your pussy swallow him down. "Fuckkkkkk," he swears. One of his hands hovers just over your shoulder, resisting the urge to push you down. "So damn greedy for this cock."

He's not wrong. You gasp when you finally seat yourself fully on his lap. You've never felt this full or this close to bursting before.

While he waits for you to get used to his size, Charlie distracts himself by running his hands all over your body and leaving feather-light kisses everywhere—on your shoulders, your neck, your ears, your breasts.

"Oh, Ch-Charlie!" you cry out when he catches one nipple in his mouth, the suction of his wet warmth making the already sensitive bud ache. The delicious throbbing causes your walls to contract, which then squeezes his dick in a solid grip.

Charlie lets your nipple go with a raspy plea. "Baby, need you to move now," he says urgently.

You lift yourself back up and try to find a rhythm, but when Charlie sees how much of your slick is covering his dick, he decides that you can go a bit faster. Grabbing you by your waist with both hands, he takes over the pace and starts bouncing you on his dick, the constant fwap-fwap-fwap sound of your fucking filling the air.

"L-Look at how well you're taking me, baby girl," he groans, watching as his cock disappears in and out of your pussy.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh!" you moan as his thrusts repeatedly hit your g-spot and your clit rubs against his pelvic bone. "Ch-Charlie, Charlie, Charlie!" you chant his name as if it's the only name you've ever known.

"Th-That's right—fuck!" Charlie exclaims, thrusting upward frantically now. He wants to leave his mark in you, wants to ruin you for any other man, wants you to know only his touch.

He's so, so close, he can taste it. "So fucking good!" he groans.

You're not that far off yourself, but then Charlie lets out a deep, rumbling growl and bites down on your shoulder.

Oh fuck.

You let out a high-pitched whine as pleasure sweeps through every cell in your body. You feel yourself literally crying out in ecstasy. Without a doubt, this is the best orgasm you've had in a long time.

Charlie grits his teeth when he sees the tears in your eyes and feels the exact moment you reach your peak. His balls draw themselves up, and his cock prepares to ejaculate. He wants to come in you, but you haven't had the chance to discuss anything, so he lifts you up and pulls out at the very last minute.

"F-Fucking—"

As soon as his hand touches his dick, it spurts out gobs of semen, painting your pussy, your stomach, and even his chest and your breasts white. Some even land on your face.

Charlie groans when he sees you slip your tongue out to lick the spot near your lips where a bit of come landed. He doesn't have it in him to get hard again, but his dick still twitches at the sight.

"Come here," he says, pulling your head close, so he can kiss you. Chest still heaving, you part your lips for him, letting his tongue in. Charlie kisses you tenderly and lovingly, and then pulls you closer so he's cradling your body on his lap sideways. You two remain like that for some time, kissing away the aftermath of your orgasm, oblivious to the rest of the world.

When you two eventually break apart, it's not because you two get tired of kissing, but because your tummy finally makes its hunger known.

"Looks like someone's finally ready to eat," he says, chuckling.

You smile back at him. "Well, I'd say we deserve it."

END

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[nickydestati]

For the writing prompts, Nile and random 4 😊

Hi Rupali!!! Thank you for the prompt! I struggled a bit with this one, but I hope you like it either way!! 💛

Random 4 “If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

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Nile is not scared of houses that are rumored to be haunted. She simply has a healthy wariness of anything concerning ghosts and the paranormal, being told one too many ghost stories at too young an age. And discovering she's immortal hasn't really helped, because if immortals exist, who’s to say ghosts don’t?

So when Joe mentions the possible new safe house they will be checking out is said to be haunted, Nile is not exactly thrilled, to say the least.

She tries to hide her discomfort, but when Joe and Booker keep speculating about what might be in there and Andy and Quynh chip in with some of their own, very disturbing experiences, something must be showing on her face, because Nicky gently squeezes her arm.

“No need to worry, they’re only joking,” he says. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“Yeah, Nicky’s right,” Joe says. “Though there was this one time when we definitely heard someone flush a toilet even though we were all in the same room.”

“And that time with the drawings on the walls that appeared overnight and disappeared again by morning,” Booker adds.

“Stop it,” Nicky chides them, taking one of Nile’s hands in his to stop her from gripping the armrest of her chair as if her life is depending on it. “We figured those things out eventually, and they were not ghosts.”

Nile feels a little comforted, until her heart goes into cardiac arrest as Nicky continues earnestly, “But I do still wonder who put those fresh tulips on our table in our desert safe house each morning.”

*

After a thorough inspection, the abandoned house is deemed good enough to serve as a new safe house. Nicky and Joe are still out on patrol to check out the perimeter while the rest of them get comfortable. 

The inspection has put Nile’s worries to rest, but when she hears a screech coming from upstairs, her heart leaps in her throat. “Shh, be quiet! Quynh!” 

Quynh stops shoving the furniture around. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I heard something,” Nile says, staring at the ceiling.

As if on cue, the sound repeats itself, even more shrill than before. 

“Probably the plumbing or wood settling in,” Booker shrugs.

“That is not the plumbing!” Nile says.

“We were just messing with you, Nile, there’s no such thing as ghosts. Come, I’ll go with you to take a look.”

The screech sounds again, reminding Nile that the last thing she wants to do is go upstairs and see what is making such a horrifying sound, but she is nothing if not brave.

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“I would be honored.”

A couple of minutes later, Nile is standing in the doorway of the bathroom upstairs as Booker rummages with the pipes beneath the sink. 

“That should do it!” he says eventually. They wait for another ten minutes and when there’s no sound but the rain thudding softly against the windows, Booker smiles smugly. “I told you, old plumbing can be a real pain in the ass."

Nile rolls her eyes, but she can’t help but smile in relief. She feels a little stupid for her reaction earlier. “So it seems. Thanks, Booker.”

Booker goes down again, but Nile stays in the bathroom to freshen up a little. When she comes out, a door creaks open further in the hallway. Nile freezes. She can hear Andy, Booker and Quynh talk downstairs. 

“Joe? Nicky? Is that you?”

She steps down the hallway, her heart racing like a chased down hare. “Stop messing with me, it’s not funny.”

One of the doors is indeed slightly ajar. She steels herself for one more second, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before slowly opening the door and glancing inside. From the bed, an old black cat is staring back at her.

“Oh, hello you,” Nile coos, walking over to the cat. She lets him sniff at her hand and before long the cat is pushing his little head against her palm for pets. Nile chuckles. “You scared me, honey.”

She takes the cat in her arms, cuddling him close to her chest and smiles as she hears him purr like a tiny motorboat. There really is no such thing as ghosts and Nile feels ridiculous for ever believing it, even though she didn’t admit it to herself. No, this house only has old plumbing and cats. Nothing to be scared of. 

She turns around to go show off her treasure to the others. She screams at the top of her lungs when she sees a dripping wet man outlined in the doorway. In her fright, she throws the cat out of her arms, right onto the man who appears to be no one else than Nicky by the sound of his surprised yelp.

Later, when the scratches on Nicky’s face have healed and everyone has reminded him once again to think of his weird vibes, the jokes about Nile’s fear of ghosts are already starting to get out of hand. Nile laughs loudest of all, though. 

The cat is curled up on her lap, grumpily eyeing Nicky once in a while as if he was the one throwing him halfway across the room. They all agree to call him Ghost, and soon, their haunted safe house has become Nile’s favorite.

#the old guard #nile freeman #booker #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #quynh #andromache the scythian #demonicneonfishy #swquser #hegel writes #idk what i think of this but it's something!!

[official-weasley]

Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

CHAPTER 3

Charlie

“Fred, if you don’t come out of there right this instance…” I opened my eyes and sat up immediately.

I forgot how it’s like waking up here. Mum’s voice was echoing through the house. Doors slamming. Footsteps up and down the stairs. Knocking on doors. Ginny begging Ron to get out of the bathroom. I laid back down and closed my eyes. Perhaps if I try really hard I can sleep through this for just a little while longer. I used to be able to do it.

I did miss my family but I did not miss waking up to this. I live alone in the Sanctuary and even though I wake up around 5 in the morning on most days I don’t mind it because it is so peaceful. I can hear birds chirping and dragons roaring and honestly, nothing can top that.

I usually make myself coffee in my little kitchen, put it in a thermos, and hike up the nearby hill. It is the best place to watch the sunrise. I sit down and watch the sun slowly moving across the sky. If I wasn’t working with dragons I would say that that is my favorite part of my day.

“Ron! Please, I really have to pee!” Ginny’s voice made me open my eyes again.

I might not live here anymore but I still felt like it’s my duty to keep the peace between my younger siblings as much as possible.

“Use the other bathroom!” I heard Ron shout back.

“Fred flooded the upstairs one and Bill is showering in the downstairs one!” Ginny knocked on the door again.

After all these years I still don’t know how mum did it. I know it was my parents’ choice to have so many kids but listening to this for more than 23 years had to take a toll on you.

“I don’t care, Ginny. I’m not done in here!” Ron protested.

I ran my hand across my face, took a deep breath, and stood up. I put on the jumper I brought with me and a pair of sweatpants. If I was going to spend the entire day running after my siblings, might as well be comfy doing so.

I opened the door and felt someone knocking me over.

“What the…” I opened my eyes and saw George getting off me.

“Sorry, Charlie. I was trying to run away from…”

“George, if you think you are getting away with this!” George turned his head towards the door and I looked at mum standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips.

Her face was red with rage and I swear I could see a vein popping out in the middle of her forehead. I did not miss that face at all.

“Mum, let me handle this.” I said gently and helped George stand up.

“Fred has flooded the toilet, Ginny can’t get to the bathroom, and George here…”

“Mum, seriously. Let me handle this.” I raised my hand at her to stop her from talking.

“Alright.” She sighed. “I’ll try and make some breakfast. Poor Bill, what will Rhylee think of our family after such a disastrous morning!” She shook her head and disappeared out of our sight.

“Oh, no! You’re not going anywhere.” I grabbed George’s hand as he was about to flee.

“C’mon, Charlie. I thought you were on our side!” He looked disappointed.

“It’s Christmas Eve Georgie, can’t you give mum a break for one day?” I pleaded.

“But we didn’t do anything wrong!” George tried to defend himself.

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief. “So Fred flooded the bathroom on his own?”

“We still had some fireworks left from yesterday…” He started to explain, trying desperately to get out of my grip but I only tightened it. “So Fred and I got curious what would happen if you light them up with water around.”

I slammed my hand against my forehead and sighed. Why did I want to know the results of their experiment? I was supposed to be an adult and I was supposed to be mad at him. But how could I be, he looked so innocent. Those big eyes of his.

No!

I have to be strict. I promised mum.

Come on, Charlie. You got this!

“Okay, you did your little experiment, now you’ll go to the bathroom and help Fred clean it. I am going to see if Ginny found herself a free toilet yet and then I am coming to see if you have done what I told you to do!” I frowned at him, my fingers still around his wrist.

“Fine!” George said, disappointed. “You’re no fun!” I finally let go of him and he left my room.

“And that bathroom better be sparkly clean!” I shouted after him from the doorway.

What’s next?

“Ron!” Ginny was still banging on the bathroom door.

Right, help my little sister!

“Charlie! Finally, please tell Ronald to get out of the bathroom!” She pleaded, her hands on her bladder. “I was already inside and he pushed me out!”

“Ron, what’s taking so long?” I gently knocked on the door.

“He’s doing it on purpose! I heard him flush already.” Ginny frowned and was ready to kick the door when it opened and she kicked Ron straight in the sheen instead.

“Ouch!” Ron bent forward to rub the aching part of his leg. “Why did you do that for?” Ginny was ready for another punch. She might be the youngest and she might be shorter than Ron but I was confident that she would be able to kick his arse.

“Alright you two, that’s enough!” I broke them apart, grabbing each by the shoulder.

“Ron, you go downstairs and see if mum needs any help with breakfast and Ginny,” I turned to her, “go pee now.” They both smiled apologetically at me and went their separate ways.

I took a deep breath, rubbing my temples.

“What a way to start a morning, huh?” I turned around and saw Rhylee standing in the doorway of Ginny’s room, giggling. I completely forgot that she was here.

“Is it always like this?” She asked, rather amused.

“Ever since the twins found out what pranks are, yes.” I gave out a weak laugh. I was already tired. “Bill’s in the shower if you’re looking for him.”

“I know. I heard.” She chuckled.

Of course. Ginny announced it to everybody.

“I feel like I should apologize on behalf of my family.” I said embarrassed.

“Don’t.” She stopped me before I could say anything else. “I only have a sister so this was rather entertaining to watch and it makes for a really good alarm clock.”

“What was all the racket up here?” Bill joined us, rubbing his hair in a towel before I could say another word to Rhylee.

“The twins and Ron and Ginny and mum.” I summed it up for him.

“Need my help?” Bill asked.

“Already taken care of it.” I grinned proudly.

“Rhylee, would you like to go for a walk before breakfast?” Bill turned to her.

He really liked this girl. The way he looked at her. Giving her his undivided attention. Smiling like an idiot. I wanted to say something. Tease him a little, but changed my mind. Rhylee looked pretty oblivious to the fact that my older brother was drooling looking at her, so I didn’t find it appropriate.

“Sure! Let me get my scarf and my hat.” She smiled at him and went back into Ginny’s room.

“I can’t believe they can’t behave the one time I bring a girl home.” Bill whispered to me, rather annoyed.

“I think she didn’t mind it. She found it rather amusing.” I couldn’t help a smile spread across my face.

“She’s just being polite. This is ridiculous. I thought they would grow out of it by now.” Bill whined.

“Me too. I did not miss this at all.” I put my arm over his shoulder. “Really, she’s fine with it.” I said again.

It was cute how nervous he was around her.

“How do you know?” He looked at me. “She’s so hard to read. Even if she says something I never know if she means it.” He sighed.

I didn’t know how to answer his question. I just knew. I didn’t find her as difficult to read as Bill was describing. I guess I was better at reading people or perhaps he just fancied her too much to notice these things.

“Bill, you have to get your shit together. She’s just a girl and she’s here with you!” I frowned at him.

I remember when he was giving me relationship advice while we were still in school. I never thought I would have to teach him how to talk to girls.

“You’re right.” He let out a long sigh. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He smiled at me.

“You’re overreacting. I’m pretty sure she likes you back so just take her for a romantic walk and get it over with.” I pushed him towards our room for him to get dressed.

“I told you I’ll tell her once we get back.” I said through his teeth, careful not to be overheard.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re stubborn!” I rolled my eyes. “You are not waiting so long. You’re telling her today! Now go!” I threw his hat at him. “It’s enough I have to do damage control with our younger siblings, I don’t need you giving me trouble too.”

“Okay, mum!” He stuck his tongue at me, trying to appear childish, and ran out of the room before I could punch him in the face.

After checking on the twins and telling them they missed a spot I finally made my way down for breakfast. The smell of freshly baked bacon filled my nostrils, making me realize just how hungry I was. Bossing kids around is hard work!

I sat down next to Percy and Ron and put some eggs on my plate.

“Where are Bill and Rhylee?” Mum asked while putting bacon on my plate, straight from the frying pan.

“They went for a walk.” I answered.

“She’s a lovely girl, isn’t she?” She beamed at me.

I was always astonished how she could go from shouting at the twins to looking so sweet and nice.

“Yeah.” I said quickly.

I wasn’t the one to talk and I definitely didn’t want to talk about Rhylee. I made a promise to not speak to her again and since I already broke that this morning, I am trying not to think about her. Especially when I saw how much Bill liked her.

“Are we going to see the lights today, mum?” Ginny joined us.

“I don’t know, dear.” Mum sighed. “After what Fred and George did this morning...”

“That’s so unfair!” Percy spoke for the first time. “Why don’t we get to do anything nice because they don’t know how to obey!” He frowned.

“Perce is right, mum.” I couldn’t believe I agreed with him for once. “Don’t punish the rest of them for the twins’ mischief. I’m sure they would all like to go.”

I looked from Ginny to Percy and Ron and then to mum. She was leaning on the kitchen table, giving my words a thought.

“Oh, alright. We’ll go. But I’ll need you and Bill to keep Fred and George in line.” She pointed her finger at me.

“I can’t go mum. I was actually hoping for some alone time. I need to do some paperwork for work.” I was telling the truth.

I wanted to do it after breakfast but I simply didn’t feel like it after disciplining half of my siblings. Them all going to see the Christmas lights in the village over the hill was perfect. I would have the whole house to myself and I could finish working before they come back.

“Does that mean we can’t go?” Ron said, sadly.

“No. You go.” I ruffled his hair. “I’m sure Bill and Rhylee will be able to distract the twins so you can have a nice time.”

“Charlie, are you sure?” My mum looked worried. “You should take some time off.”

“I know, mum. But I brought this on myself if I’m perfectly honest.” I scratched my head with my finger. “I always leave the paperwork until I absolutely have to do it.”

“Alright.” Mum said. “We’ll bring you some hot chocolate when we return.” She grinned at me and went back to cooking.

—

“What did we miss?” Bill asked, taking off his coat and his hat as he and Rhylee came back from their walk.

I was now sitting on the floor, playing Wizard’s Chess with Ron. I wasn’t having much fun as he was about to win for the second time. He, on the other hand, was having a blast and I couldn’t take that away from him.

“It’s been nice and quiet.” Percy answered, sitting on the sofa, reading.

“Mum, is there any breakfast left?” Bill walked towards the kitchen.

“Of course, William. Sit down.” Mum pulled out two chairs with her wand.

They barely had the time to put some food on their plates when an owl tapped the kitchen window. Mum opened it and took the letter from it.

“It’s for you, dear.” She gave the envelope to Rhylee and smiled at her.

“We are going to see the lights in the village this evening, Bill.” Mum turned to him now, leaving Rhylee to read her letter in peace.

“Great.” Bill grinned. “Rhylee, you’re going to love the Christmas lights in Ottery St Catchpole.”

“Huh?” Rhylee hummed, her eyes still on the letter.

“Is everything alright?” Bill asked, concern in his voice.

“Yeah, just my boss.” She swung her hand, indicating that he shouldn’t worry about it. “What did you ask me?” She looked up at him now.

“We are going to look at the Christmas lights today after dinner.” Bill repeated. I could swear I saw him blush. “It’s a family tradition to go to the village on Christmas Eve.” He explained.

“Oh, Bill.” Rhylee started, her voice sad. “I can’t. Apparently, we’re getting the Norwegian Ridgeback first thing after the holidays and the paperwork can’t wait. I’m sorry. I thought I would be able to work on it tomorrow but I really have to do it today and send it back first thing tomorrow morning.” She said apologetically.

“It’s fine.” Bill smiled at her. I knew he wasn’t okay with this. Them being together in the village, observing the lights would be really romantic and I know he was excited to take her. “I’ll stay here with you and help you.”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I can see this means a lot to you and you should spend some time with your family.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Bill sounded disappointed.

Nothing was going according to his plan and I could tell that he didn’t ask her out when they were outside. He was still a nervous wreck around her.

“I would love to go, but you know…”

“I know this means a lot to you, you don’t need to explain yourself.” He smiled and cupped her face.

Or perhaps he did tell her! Way to go, Bill!

“Thank you.” Rhylee awkwardly pulled her head back.

Or then again, maybe he didn’t tell her after all.

“Are you two done deciding?” We all looked at Percy. “Can I go back to reading in peace?” He frowned.

“Perce.” I said with a warning voice.

I looked at Rhylee and she just giggled. She really wasn’t bothered by how my family was behaving.

I know we could be a bit special but I loved every single one of them. They were my family and I was used to this. Rhylee told me before that she only has one sibling so this can’t be normal for her but she is just so accepting. She doesn’t care and she doesn’t judge.

She was the type of person who just accepts you as you are. She didn’t mind the twins waking up the whole house or Ginny banging on the bathroom door or Percy being grumpy because he just wanted to read.

I hated that she was so perfect.

“Are you going to make your move already?” Ron’s voice made me take my eyes off her and focus back on chess.

I don’t even remember what my strategy was. I moved my Bishop but the second I did I knew I made a mistake.

“Checkmate!” Ron lifted his hands in the air. The smile on his face was priceless.

“You got me again!” I pretended to be shocked even though I knew I didn’t stand a chance of winning against him. He was getting too good.

“Good, you’re done.” Bill kneeled next to us. “Do you mind if I steal Charlie for a second, Ron?” Ron just nodded and I stood up.

I followed Bill to the pantry and he closed the door behind us.

“Are we having a secret meeting or are you here to kiss me?” I winked at him.

“I am losing it, Charlie!” He ignored my joke completely.

He looked so stressed out.

“I am assuming this is about Rhylee and you didn’t tell her how you feel yet?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I couldn’t. There just wasn’t enough time and we talked about work and then the twins and the conversation never went in that direction.” He buried his hands in his hair.

I was just waiting for him to start pulling it out.

“The conversation never goes in that direction on itself! Why am I the one who is telling you this!” I facepalmed myself. “You went for a walk,” I continued after he stared at me with an open mouth, “why didn’t you brush your hand against hers or just hold it?”

“She had her hands in the pockets of her coat.” He said, innocently.

“Well, then…” I started shaking my head, searching for words. “I don’t know, Bill. If you have such a hard time telling her, write her a damn letter.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He pointed a finger at me.

“Oh, stop acting like a child!” I rolled my eyes.

Is this how mum feels for more than 20 years now?

“As I said. I will do it once we come back. Let me stick to my plan, Charlie.” He whined.

“Look, Bill. It’s up to you and it really isn’t my business. You know her, you know what you’re missing out if you don’t ask her out.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I just want you to be happy.”

I was getting tired of pushing him to make a move. I know I wouldn’t hesitate if it was me. I would ask her out in a heartbeat. I can’t understand how can he know her for three years and not be with her yet. I knew her for 2 days and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I would stay behind and help her with her paperwork today and take advantage of the fact that we’re going to be alone and tell her then.

And then it dawned on me.

I felt my eyes widen. She was staying behind today when the rest of my family is going to the village and I am doing the same. We’re going to be alone in the house! This was not happening! I was trying to avoid her and not talk to her and now we’re going to be alone for hours.

What am I supposed to do? Maybe I should hide? She wasn’t in the kitchen when I said I’m staying behind. Perhaps she doesn’t have to know!

That’s childish, Charlie. Man up, will you!

You will do your work and she will do hers and then you’ll go to your room and go to sleep early. It’s not that hard. She is here with Bill and he fancies her a lot and you are overthinking this too much!

“Are you okay?” Bill must’ve seen the horror on my face.

“Yeah!” I nodded quickly. “I just remembered that I forgot to tell my co-worker something about our Fireball.”

Nice save, Charlie!

“Oh, Charlie.” Bill chuckled. “Always thinking about work.” The smile quickly left his face. “How will Rhylee feel being in our house all alone?”

“I…” I sucked in a breath. I know Bill was clueless that I grew fond of Rhylee but it didn’t make me feel any less guilty. “I’m staying behind too. I was hoping that you would go look at the lights so I could catch up on my papers. You know I always leave them for the end of the month.”

“You still do that?” Bill shook his head.

“Yeah.” I smiled faintly. “I thought you’ll all be going, I didn’t know she’s staying behind.” I wasn’t sure where I was going with my speech.

I tried to apologize for the fact that we’ll be alone in the house even though Bill wasn’t seeing the scenario from my perspective.

“It’s actually good that you are.” I was surprised at his words.

I thought he was going to be mad.

“It is?”

“You can keep her company. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable being in such a big house alone and with a Ghoul to top it all off.” He tapped my shoulder and smiled.

“Right.” I returned the smile.

Keep her company. That was a bad idea. I knew I had about 100 more questions for her about the dragons and I knew we could never run out of topics to talk about but could I really trust myself to be in a house alone with her?

I loved talking about dragons and I know I’ll try and focus on my work as much as possible but I couldn’t deny my mind wandering to more pleasureful activities to do with a girl while nobody else is in the house.

When we returned to the living room I decided to lock myself up in my room. Perhaps if I start on the paperwork straight away I can finish it until dinner and I can go to the village too.

#harry potter fanfiction #charlie weasley #charlie weasley fanfiction #the weasleys #weasley family #hp imagine #charlie weasley x oc #charlie weasley imagine #the burrow #harry potter imagine #weasley fanfiction #charlie weasley x mc #bill weasley #harry potter #wizarding world

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Caretaker - Requested

Andy Barber x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Sickness, Vomiting Summary: You woke up not feeling too well and the stress going on around the family, you’re afraid to stress them out to go and grab things for you without anyone staring at them. So you kept it quiet for a while till you were noticed by Andy and he took care of you.

A/N: In the need to finish off these requests, sorry I’ve been lacking and slacking but I’m back and cracking.

This morning to you was so bad. You woke up like a zombie, in pain and you woke up sweating. You figured it was just your blanket and the sun shining through your window. Every day was somewhat like this. Your brother Jacob was suspected for murder and Andy, your father was on a paid leave. Your mother, Laurie, she seemed cold like everyone else. 

Spoke when she needed to.

You on the other hand was just as quiet. Like you didn’t exist at the moment. Which bothered you. You were scared that if you asked for something you wanted or needed help with, Laurie or Andy would snap back. You walked in Jacob’s room a couple of times to play video games with him but he would tell you to get out and so you sat in your room half the day. 

Only came out when Andy was the one to grab you for dinner. 

You met the hall early in the morning and your stomach turns. Without panicking, you calmly walked into the bathroom and knelt over the toilet seat. Your hand reaching up to turn on the sink to distract the others with the other sound of water running. You barely started the morning and your stomach didn’t seem to not welcome the contents to come out. All you did was spat, flushing the toilet, closing the lid and sat on the ground. 

You managed to turn off the faucet and pulled your knees up to your chest. Hopefully, they had pills to help with the aches, so you checked behind the mirror and didn’t find much that could help. Asking Laurie, she probably won’t acknowledge you. Andy was out and you didn’t want to bother texting him to stop somewhere.

You hear someone knock on the door. “Hey, Y/N. I need to use the bathroom. You plan on staying in there forever?” Jacob asks, sounding tired. You stood up and unlocked the bathroom door and walked passed him. “Sorry…” You say lowly, closing your bedroom door once you got in. 

After that, you went back to bed. The feeling of not coming out of your bed, you laid there for the day.

.

That day, you finally managed to get a shower going and threw on some comfy clothes and made your way downstairs. Jacob was in his room playing video games so you didn’t bother him on your way down the hall and stairs.

You walk in the kitchen and spotted your mom, Laurie, unpacking groceries she got this morning. 

She never looked up but you smiled weakly, “Hey, mom.” Laurie lifts up her head and nods, “Hey, sweetheart.” She didn’t notice the weak walk you had, not even the bags under your eyes and the sounds of your feet skidding on the ground, walking like a dead person.

You headed over to the lower cabinet and opened to see if the medicine was in there. You softly sighed.  “What are you looking for?” Laurie asked, you stand up and see that she was completely tired out by something, you wouldn’t ask what. All you did was shake your head, “Nothing.”

You hear the front door open and close, heavy footsteps that sounded familiar to you.

Your dad walks in with his grey coat on just as he began to tug it off. He looked tired as well. You wondered where he went but you kept your mouth shut. He forces a grin on his face, giving Laurie a kiss on her cheek, dragging his hand over her back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Andy says, you smile weakly once again. The harsh feeling in your stomach was hidden well enough from them. You were afraid to tell them you’re sick. You never knew how they reacted if you did. 

You never said anything before you made your way back upstairs to lay back down on your bed. Wrapping your arms around your stomach, you were scared to get sick. You hate the burning feeling and feeling like you just got rid of your organs.

You didn’t even have the courage to drink water. You thought it’d make it worse. Who knew how’d you be if you ate, if you didn’t, either your dad or Laurie would feel disrespected. You didn’t want that.

Maybe you could skip it.

Hours later, sitting in your room, Laurie had finally called you down for dinner. You would’ve almost got sick just by sitting up. Your head was pounding and your stomach felt like it was gonna explode.

Eventually, you made your way down and sat at the table. Andy across from you, Laurie next to him and your brother Jacob next to you. Steak, with the added vegetables, carrots, peas and asparagus. A couple carrots and peas could never hurt, right?

You could only hear the metal utensils hit the plates as everyone ate. “You need help with your steak, sweetheart? You barely touched it,” You hear your mom. Peering up at her, you see Andy and Laurie look at you curiously. You cleared your throat and picked at your plate. “I was... getting to it.”

Andy nods, drawing his eyes down on the surface while Laurie reached for her wine.

You felt your mouth water, with a nervous swallow you paused. Your throat began to tighten, stomach began to twist inside. You knew what was coming. With a loud clank of your fork, you jump up and rush out of the room. Andy was the first to be immediate panic as he slowly sits up. “Sweetheart?” He called, the slam of the bathroom door, he glances at Laurie and stands up, hearing your gags.

Andy made his way to the door and heard your small sobs. As a parent, it was one of the worst things to hear your own child cry. He knew he hated it too. With a small knock, he hears the toilet flush. “Sweetheart?” He calls again, slowly he turns the knob and creaks the door open. There was no words of not entering so he opened it fully and saw you cornered by the tub. 

Knees pulled to your chest, he walks over. “Hey...” He says, kneeling down, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Want me to grab you water?” He asked, you respond with the shake of your head. His hand reaches up to your forehead and sighs softly, “You need to drink some water. Why didn’t you tell us, you’re burning up?”

You sniffled, “I didn’t... w-want to bother you. After everything that’s going on-” Andy reaches for your hair and strokes it gently, “Everything that’s going on, it doesn’t mean we don’t stop taking care of you. We’re not mad. And I understand you were scared. I was just like you.”

You felt his hand touch your knee and you lift up your head to him. “You don’t have to eat. But what I want you to do is drink water, mom can grab pills for you. Come on.” Andy managed to get you off the ground and led you back to your room and laid you down.

Laurie stopped by a small store and grabbed some advil for your headache and pain.

Andy comes into your room and hands you a glass of water. “Here,” He says, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you take small sips. He softly grins and you put the glass on your nightstand. “I’m sure you’ll feel better in a couple days. But don’t be afraid to tell us you aren’t feeling good.” You nod and laid back down.

Laurie came back and made sure you took the pills. After that Andy sat on your  bed and made sure you fell asleep. He reached up and adjusted the blanket on you and stood up. He leaned over and placed his hand on your head, placing a kiss on your head.

“I love you, sweetheart.” 

 Oh man this is short. Consider it a drabble. I’m gonna try and get two more out today if i can

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