#woke up early instead of sleeping till after noon

[missvelvetsstuff]

I got a little stuck on Friday's Place but this has been dancing around in my head. Lemme know what you think. Any feedback is appreciated.

I might have another part or two, not sure yet so tell me if you want more.

Cold hearted

Steve Rogers x reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky x Natasha, Bucky x reader x Nat(past. Future?)

Warnings: swearing, angst, cheating, Steve is a dick, Sharon is a bad person, poly relationship

Chapter 1

Today was a beautiful day. BB and Nat were in the city looking for wedding dresses. Wanda was supposed to be there but was out on a mission with Steve, Sam, Bucky and Sharon and they couldn't wait because the wedding is in less than 2 months.

Nat woke her up when room service came to their room with breakfast.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty. Let's move BB. We have work to do"

BB groaned, they had been up late drinking and talking, planning the minute details for her upcoming wedding to Captain America himself. "It's not even 10am yet. Why did you make me stay up so late?" she grumbled

Nat pulled the blankets off of her "Come on now, we have to find your dress and our first appointment is at noon. Food is here so grab a bite and get showered."

"I'm so tired of trying on dresses, can't we just elope?"

Nat chuckled "I doubt Rogers would go for that so you need to haul your ass out of bed so we can get going."

"Ugh, fine." BB texted a good morning to her fiance then set the phone down to grab some food.

"You just saw him a few days ago and he's back tomorrow, can't you two survive apart from each other for a day or two?" Nat grumbled

She laughed "We can but why would we want to? He isn't going to be home till tomorrow. Can't let him get distracted by Sharon."

Nat grimaced "Sharon? Why did they have to take her along? She's still trying to weasel her way back into Steve's bed."

"She's annoying and pathetically obvious but I trust Steve, they are just friends, colleagues." BB replied as she headed for the shower.

Nat and Y/N came up in the Red Room together. Nat is a few years older and gave Y/N the nickname Baby Black Widow which became BBW and then was shortened to BB. Nat and Bucky trained her and were her only friends for those long years. They supported each other, loved each other and found comfort in each other when no one else would.

After visiting 2 more boutiques and trying on some truly awful dresses they found the one. Y/N walked out of the dressing room, saw herself in the mirror and started to choke up. "Nat, this is the one."

Nat nodded and teared up. She was happy for her friend but still in love with her which made it bittersweet "It's absolutely perfect, so very you. You are going to be such a gorgeous bride, I hope Rogers appreciates what he has.

Lets find the bridesmaid dresses to go with it."

Once they finished with bridesmaid dresses picked out, alterations marked and deposit paid they headed to lunch.

Y/N looked down her list while they were eating and marked off some items they had accomplished.

She looked up at Nat "You mailed the invitations and gave the announcement to the newspapers right?"

"Of course, we're almost done with everything. Only 6 weeks left before you become Mrs Rogers"

Y/N smiled "I can't believe this is really happening. I feel like a princess. Since we're done here let's go back to the compound today instead of waiting till tomorrow so I can surprise Steve when he gets home."

They went back to pick up their things from the hotel and chatted and listened to music for the drive home.

When they made it to the residence area they saw Wanda in the kitchen drinking tea.

Wanda startled when she heard them "Oh, hey. I thought you weren't coming back till tomorrow"

BB smiled "That was the plan but we found the perfect dresses so decided to come home early. We didn't expect you to be home already"

Wanda looked around nervously "Yeah, things wrapped up easier than expected.

How exciting about the dresses. Did you get pics?"

Nat pulled her phone out to show Wanda "Of course. And we gave them your measurements. We have to go back 2 weeks before the wedding for final fittings but it's all done."

"I'm going to go see my fiance before he has to leave" BB said as she walked away.

Wandas eyes went wide and she felt her stomach drop as she tried to stall them "But, wait. What about shoes and jewelry? I'll be home for the next couple of days so we should-"

"It's all handled. I'll see you guys at dinner" and she headed to the room she shared with Steve.

Nat turned to look at Wanda "What's going on? I don't need to read minds to know you're nervous. Are you ok?"

Wanda nodded "Just nerves with all the wedding stuff. I've never been a bridesmaid before"

Nat looked at her skeptically "Dont worry. All we need to do is support BB on her big day, help alleviate the stress as much as possible. If you're here then so is Bucky, I need to go welcome him home" Nat winked and left in search of her husband.

When BB opened the door to her room she heard murmuring and shuffling. "Oh Stevie" she sang out "I found the perfect dress. You're gonna die when-" she stopped cold when she saw Steve and Sharon on the couch, looking flustered and guilty, faces flushed and hair mussed.

"What are you two up to? Working on reports?" She asked.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah, reports are done. We need to talk to you about the wedding."

Y/N looked at the smirk on Sharon's face. "Oh, no. Don't take it personal Sharon but I don't need anymore bridesmaids"

Sharon laughed "I'm not interested in being your bridesmaid. This is much bigger than that."

Y/N looked at Steve confused "What is she talking about?"

Steve looked at the floor "We were just talking and I think we should cancel the wedding."

Her stomach dropped and she stammered for a minute until she could speak coherently "Cancel the wedding? Why?"

Sharon scoffed "Because he deserves better than you."

"Steve? What's going on? Why is she here?"

He finally looked her in the eye "Look, sweetheart. You know that I love you-"

"Do I?" She snapped "I'm not feeling very loved"

"We just aren't sure getting married is a good idea. As Captain America I have a lot of responsibilities and expectations on my shoulders. I don't know if marrying a former Widow sets a good example. Especially since you can't have kids." Steve tried to explain

"I suppose Sharon would be a better match? What did she say to you, Steve? Two days ago we were fine and you were looking forward to this just as much as I was. You spend a couple of days with Sharon and I'm suddenly not good enough for you?" BB snapped

"And Why do you keep saying we? Why is she in the middle of this?" She looked at his face but his eyes wouldn't meet hers but then she saw something "Steve, is that a hickey on your neck? How long has this been going on?"

Steve's hand moved quickly to cover up the mark "I know this seems like it's coming out of left field but the people might not understand me marrying someone like you" he explained awkwardly

She bristled "Someone like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Do Nat and Bucky know you think we are beneath you?"

Steve tried to take her hand but she pulled away as if he had bitten her "You know what it means, a former red room assassin. Marrying you would hurt my reputation, would hurt the country."

She slapped him "You son of a bitch. None of this is news, you told me a million times that my past doesn't matter. How would dumping your fiance help your reputation?

And Since when do you care about image and reputation? The Steve I fell in love with didn't care about all that. He cared about loyalty and doing what's right regardless of how it looked. You're obviously not that man."

Her face went blank, her eyes cold and emotionless "How. Long. Have. You. Been. Fucking her?"

Sharon scoffed "That gutter talk is one of many reasons you aren't right for him. And we've been together since I came back. You were just a placeholder"

BB glared at Sharon "You did this. You've been trying to get him back since he helped you get a pardon. I guess you win. He's all yours, just let me get my stuff moved."

She took off her engagement ring and dropped it on the coffee table then walked away to box up her things.

As BB carried boxes to her old room she ran into Nat and Bucky who looked confused by her tears and moving boxes

Bucky went to help her "What happened, Doll? Is this going to storage or something?"

When Bucky took the boxes she tried to speak up but couldn't and raced for her old room where she fell onto the bed, sobbing. Nat followed her and held her friend until the crying calmed.

BB looked up at Nat and Bucky with red, swollen eyes and whispered "He dumped me, wants to cancel the wedding. Said I'm not good enough for Captain America, it wouldn't look right for him to marry a former widow who couldn't have kids. He always told me he didn't care about any of that. It was Sharon, somehow she convinced him. She said they've been together since she came back." She couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

Bucky growled "I'm gonna kill him. I can't believe her would do this to you."

"No Jamie, please stay with me." BB pleaded.

Bucky nodded and leaned back against the headboard. BB laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his left arm around her rubbing up and down her back. Nat cuddled into his right side and laced her fingers with BB's hand on his chest. It didn't take long for the exhaustion to knock her out.

Bucky leaned over to kiss Nat, full and soft on the lips then the other way to kiss BB on her forehead "I dont know if I can let her go again, Nat. It kills me that she's hurting and Steve caused it. I want the three of us back together. Like we used to be." He whispered softly.

"I know love. He promised me that he wouldn't hurt her. We can't change what he did but I will do everything in my power to help her move on and to make Steve and that bitches life miserable."

Bucky chuckled softly "I know you will, my love. Just let me know what I can do to help."

BB woke up a couple of hours later because her stomach was growling. When she remembered where she was and why her stomach turned. She was still laying half on Bucky but Nat had gotten up awhile ago.

Bucky kissed her forehead "Hey beautiful. Did you have a good rest?"

BB tried to smile but her eyes started to fill up with tears and he pulled her close "Sshhh, it's alright Doll. I'm here. Nat and I will always be here for you."

"Where did she go?"

Bucky squeezed her "Nat went to get us something to eat, we didn't think you would want to deal with everyone tonite. Wanda made a stew and French bread."

BB sighed "Thank you Jamie. I don't know how I would survive without you and Nat. I don't understand why Steve is being like this." Tears started pooling in her eyes.

"I dont know baby but we've got you. Always." He tried to comfort her.

In the dining room dinner was loud like always, the returning team members telling stories about the last mission, some more believable than others. Sam loved to embellish.

When Nat came out alone Sam asked her "Where's your old man? You wear him out already?" He teased.

But before she could answer Steve came out holding Sharon's hand, causing Sam to do a double take "Excuse me, Cap? What the hell? Where's your girl?"

Steve held up his and Sharon's hands "Right here, where she belongs."

Sharon smirked and the table went silent while Steve acted like it was no big deal.

"Since when is Sharon your girl? What about BB?" Sam was getting angry

Steve sighed "We decided to cancel the wedding. It wasn't working"

"Go on, Rogers. Tell them what you did. Tell them why it wasn't working. Why you betrayed my friend." Nat spat at him.

Sharon rolled her eyes "That's between me and Steve, we are soulmates, meant to be together."

Nat growled "Sharon you need to shut the fuck up before I make you. Just remember karma is a bitch and so am I." She strode away with dinner for BB, Bucky and herself. Laughing at the sound of Sam, Wanda, Tony and Clint tearing into Steve.

When Nat returned to BBs room, BB had calmed down some and taken a quick shower. She couldn't eat much but forced a little down.

Clint stopped by to see how she was doing, he was like a brother to BB. She cried a little more but felt like she was out of tears already. Clint gave her a bear hug and promised to always be there for her. Even offered to take her to stay with him and Laura if she needed to get away. BB declined but thanked him and he headed home for a few days.

After watching some silly movies they all settled down to sleep.

BB was heartbroken, her chest felt hollow, like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on. She knew she was in for a rough time trying to deal with a breakup while still seeing the ex and his new partner every day but she also knew that she would always have Nat and Bucky. She fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

Chapter 2

#steve rogers x reader #sharon carter x steve rogers #natasha x bucky #natasha poly #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #Cold Hearted #steve rogers fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x reader x Natasha

[cythoughtsnmemories]

08.11.23

It's 4.30am and I've been awake since 3ish. Can't sleep after going to pee and I kept hearing vehicles from the main road. Starts thinking about reason why hubby should move over my hse instead. Searching for bedroom feng shui for my room.

Started my 2wks at hubby's hse since Sun. As usual, am not comfortable living here.

Morning alarm (ard 5.20am) which kept ringing from mil's phones which hubby will dismissed it for his mum.

Talking loudly from his parents when they woke up.

Squeezing on single size bed w hubby. How to get proper sleep or should I complain how is this sleeping tgt if hubby had to sleep on sofa every night.

Pee-ing at night is stressful for me too. Cos I tend to pee ard 5+ and that's when in laws wake up for work and then uses d toilet. Idw the lights, the convo present to minimise "waking myself" cos I had difficulty falling asleep again. So, I literally woke up 5+ too. Guess I'm gonna be zombie today again since I'm still awake (*4.55am and in laws gonna wake soon). See~ my hse no such issue cos my parents don't work n don't wake up this early.

Ytd, I wfh. To prevent previous incident of stressing abt my lunch, I choose to eat out at coffee shop nearby. But MIL comment my top (singlet) is too reveling so I have to buy back. I didn't want to waste the plastic container, so I insist to eat there. MIL don't agree and so she decided to cook lunch cos of me.

Haiz, had my lunch at home lo but I don't like it. Thinking got home cooked food, y I still complain? Look at the amount of ginger MIL put. Yea, ginger's benefits is good but not overdose till your dish taste like ginger only. Anw, I did ate d steam fish which is more normal. Other than that, MIL also just get helper to prepare instant food like bake beans, fried chicken. Healthy meh? It's like eating for the sake of eating.

MIL don't take proper meal. This point I shouldn't care but I just tot, it somehow affects us (children). If skipping meal regularly and eat snack and instant noodles just to save money, then it's too much. No nutrients > poor immune system > fall sick easily > children has to take care.

It was pouring heavily in the noon and supposed to do laundry. Luckily hubby helped to gather enough hangers and kept some dry clothes. Managed to do laundry ytd.

Dinner! Can only eat ard 8.40pm. That's supper for me.

[i-am-baechu]

Title: My Favorite Muffin | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ | 

Paring: Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: Cafe owner au, medical student au, Little bit of Angst, Romance, and Smut, Fluff

Summary: At Ginger Snaps, there’s one customer that orders the same thing at noon with a smile that makes Taehyung’s heart melt every time. After a little push from his workers, Taehyung finally talks to the girl of his dreams and realizes this is the start of their love story. She has found the man that put all her past lovers to shame and he has found his new favorite sweet.

Warnings: A few cuss words and sexual acts 

Author’s note: Inspired by Make You Mine by Us The Duo and has lyrics from the song itself! 

The early mornings were no one’s favorite. The cold air wasn’t pleasant and what made it worse was the people. The one thing that could make the mornings seem tolerable was the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. Taehyung loved the early mornings, the fog that was gently on the floor indicating it’s going to be sunny and the slight coldness that made you have to wear a jacket. 

Every morning he opened his cafe with excitement thinking of all the new customers he was going to meet that day. Freshly out of college for photography and film, his father gifted him a cafe for his accomplishment. It’s been three years since that day and he doesn’t regret his decision to be a full time boss instead of a photographer. 

The early morning was slightly lit from the sun rise and the fog was barely seen, showing him that the day was going to be beautiful. The long brown trench coat was hitting the back of his calves every time he walked as he white t shirt was loosely around his body. Today he was a little late because his dog wanted a few more minutes of cuddle time but that slowly turned into an hour. 

He walked towards his cafe; Ginger Snaps, that was near the local university and unlocked the doors as he listened to the bell chimed on the top of his door. He turned on the lights and smiled as his shop became alive right before his eyes. He looked down at his watch and saw it was five in the morning and frowned. He had to wait till noon to see her and that was too long for him but he can push through it. 

An hour later, he heard the door open and he looked up to see two of his workers walk in with tiredness in their eyes. Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin both let a yawn out at the same time as they took off their jackets and put them on the hook in the back room. Taehyung rolled his eyes at them as he continued to go through his checklist. 

“How can you be so awake this early?”   

He crossed out something on the list and glanced at Jungkook, “I just like getting up early.” 

“It’s so early though, you wake up at four to get here at five. That’s crazy.” 

“Is it crazy or is it something you can’t do? And today I was late.” 

“I don’t even understand what you just said.” 

He rolled his eyes and handed them the list, “I’m going to start baking in the back. Get the front ready for coffee and tea. Don’t worry about the warmer, I'll take care of it when I’m done baking.” 

“Yes sir.” 

The two saluted him as he let out a chuckle towards the two and headed towards the back room. He took out the flour and started mixing the ingredients he needed. As he was making banana muffins he smiled at the thought of her voice ordering it. The amount of butterflies in his stomach from that thought was embarrassing but he welcomed it. 

Y/N woke up after the fifth alarm started to go off and echo in her small bedroom. She stretched her head as she got up slowly as she didn’t remember falling asleep the night before and it was evident by her bed. She had her notebooks and textbooks all opened with highlighters and sticky notes all over the place but at least she remembered to close her highlighters this time. She twisted her back to crack it and she let out a loud groan when her shoulder cracked instead. 

She looked back at her textbooks and glared at them, because of you I couldn’t sleep properly and now my whole body hurts, bitch. She got up and looked down to see she was still in her school clothes from yesterday and shook her head at herself. She took off her clothes and headed off to a long promising shower. She turned on the hot water as she stared at herself in the mirror with a frown, her hair was a mess and the bags on her face made her look even more tired. 

She entered the shower and let out a small moan when the hot water hit her skin. She stood there in the shower trying to remember if she had washed her hair recently. She’s been so busy with studying that she forgot to take care of herself, even if it's winter break she knew she had to be ready for anything. Especially with her being in the medical field, it's annoying but it would be the greatest pleasure when it was all over. 

After an hour, she was out of the shower or she thought it was an hour; it could’ve been longer for all she knew. She braided her hair as she got ready in a rush because she saw it was almost noon. Noon was when she got to eat her special muffin and see the one person that made her week worth it. She looked at her outfit one last time as she grabbed her coat to head out of her small apartment to catch her bus. When she sat in a seat on the bus, she put her headphones in as she drew out the loudness the bus can create and stared outside the window as her music gave her background music. 

“Y/N, you have to try this muffin at Ginger Snaps.” 

“Yes, Jane. I know you’ve been talking about it for months.”

“Y/N, you’ve been so busy with your classes. It's summer break, keyword break.”

She rolled her eyes at Jane and Emma as they continued to tell her about Ginger Snaps. The only coffee that she had was on the campus because it was cheap and fast. Was it the best tasting coffee? No, but it was the quickest way to get her caffeine. Jane discovered Ginger Snaps last year and ever since then it was a common topic. With Jane’s constant talking about it, Emma decided to visit the cafe and soon it became part of her vocabulary. Annoying Y/N but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious. 

Jane opened the door and the smell of fresh pastries hit her nose but also the quietness surprised her. She saw groups of college students who she saw around campus and other random strangers enjoying their drinks or treats. They walked up to the cashier and she looked at the menu. It wasn’t until she heard a voice that captured her full attention. 

The cafe itself was a spacious space with tables all over the room and an upstairs that looked more private. Behind the tables was a long window that was shielded with eggshell white lace curtain that made some of the sunshine come through. Everywhere in the cafe was a potted plant on the ground or hanging from the ceiling. The scent of pastries and flowers was everywhere but right now the smell of pastries was drawing her in. 

“What can I get you?” 

She looked at the man with her mouth slightly gaped at how handsome he was. He had black hair or dark brown hair that gave a glimpse of his forehead that made him look even more handsome to her. He had glasses but the glasses didn’t have lenses in them but it was still cute on him. His voice made her shiver at how deep it was; she had never heard a voice like that before. 

“Ummm.... I’m still looking, sorry.” 

“Oh, take your time. It’s okay.” 

She watched him walk away and she felt her friends stare on the back of her head but she ignored it. He was dressed in a light brown button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans. To top everything off, his apron was fitted perfectly that showed off his slightly muscled arms. Now she understood the attraction of Ginger Snaps. 

He came back with a smile that made her face flush as she gave him a small smile in return, “Have you figured out what you wanted?” 

“Banana muffin, please...” 

She smiled at the memory and looked down at her phone to see that Jane was already there waiting for her and how there were fresh banana muffins ready for her. She smiled at this and put her phone back in her pocket as she felt the excitement build up in her body at the thought of seeing him.

He took another order as he glanced at the door and was met with disappointment. As he turned around, he looked down at his watch to see it was twelve-thirty making him nervous she wouldn’t show up. Jimin squinted his eyes at his boss and long time best friend as he walked up towards him with his hands in his pocket, “Are you waiting for someone?”

“What? No...” 

“Is it the banana muffin girl?” 

When he heard this Taehyung accidentally dropped the honey on the floor and let out a small cough as Jimin let a smirk appear on his face, “There’s no one.” 

“I mean yet. She's bound to come, she’s here almost everyday. I thought it was strange how you always make fresh banana muffins around this time. Especially since they're not the best sellers.” 

“Are you talking about Hyung's crush?”

Jungkook came from the back as he gave Taehyung an innocent look as Jimin let out a chuckle, “You're not really good at hiding your feelings, Tae.” 

“Hyung...”

Just then the door opened and he turned towards the door to see the person he was waiting for. He quickly finished the order and moved past Jimin and Jungkook to take her order. He ignored the snickers from his workers and went towards the register with a wide smile, “Hi, Y/N...”

“Hi, Taehyung. I hope I’m not too late for my muffin.” 

“I was just thinking about you and how I haven’t seen you yet. I was worried about you.” 

He watched her eyes go wide for a moment but it changed back to her regular face, “Ah, sorry. My bus had to take a detour because of the roads. Can I have a banana muffin please?” 

“Of course, anything for my favorite customer.” 

She let out a shy giggle and paid for her muffin, ignoring the stare that he casted towards her. He felt her eyes on him the whole time but didn’t say a word about it, not wanting her to feel shyer than she already is towards him or how she was unaware that she was staring. He went back to the register and he stared down at the muffin with a small smile. He put the muffin down and watched her take it with a nervous smile towards him, “Thank you Taehyung.” 

“I told you to call me Tae.” 

“I-I just like saying your full name...” 

“And I like saying your name as well.” 

She nodded her head and took her muffin with another small thank you escaping from her mouth. He watched her leave to sit with a friend near the back and ignored the snickering behind him from his workers. 

“Aren’t you supposed to make tea, Jimin?” 

Y/N sat in the chair and glanced behind her to take a final glimpse of Taehyung to hear a small chuckle. She turned towards her friend and saw her with a mischievous smirk as she rolled her eyes at her, “Is there something you want to say, Jane?” 

“It’s just, you do that everyday with him. When are you going to ask him out?”

“Oh, I don’t think he would ever agree.” 

“Why is that?” 

She gave her friend an annoyed look as she gestured towards her body and face, “Have you seen him and me? He's handsome and older than me, why would he ever agree to go out with me?” 

“He’s only two years older than you, Y/N. Now if he was in his fifties that would’ve been different.” 

“How? Age doesn’t matter to me.” 

“If it doesn’t then ask him out.” 

She rolled her eyes and took out her notebook and pen, “What did you get for number 4?”

It went like this for the next month. Y/N would go to Ginger Snaps and briefly talk to Taehyung and go towards the back where she can glance at him without getting caught with Jane or Emma laughing at her. Taehyung was getting frustrated with himself at the lack of confidence he has to talk to her more. Every morning he would give himself the same speech but when he saw her face everything crumbled around him. 

Today was different, Y/N decided to come alone when she wanted to do her assignments by herself to get a better understanding of it. She already got her usual muffin at noon but she decided to head back to the cafe around sixish when her classes were done to study. She wondered if he would notice that she was there. She’s not used to seeing the cafe empty but it was more peaceful like this. She walked up to the register and was met with one of the workers she saw every morning. 

“Um...Hello?” 

“Ohhh, muffin girl.” 

She tilted her head at this and gave him a confused look, “Muffin girl?”

“Oh, it's just I remember you from your order every day.” 

“Oh, that's so nice of you. My name is Y/N, what's yours?” 

“I’m Jimin. What would you like to have? A muffin?”

“Oh, no. I actually want a white chocolate mocha, I need caffeine.” 

He nodded his head as he put it in the system, “Anything else?” 

She took another glance at the menu and shook her head, “I think I’m good thank you so much.” 

“I’ll call your name when it's ready.” 

She gave him a small wave and walked towards a table to wait and she missed Jimin running towards the back with a playful smirk. He saw Taehyung leaning against the fridge to take a break from the busy day they had today. Taehyung raises his eyebrow when he sees Jimin walking towards him with a smirk, “What did you do?” 

“Why do you always ask me if I did something wrong? Anyways, Muffin girl is here.”

“Stop messing around-”

“She wanted white chocolate mocha because she needs caffeine. You can literally see her through the door, go look dumbass.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes and walked towards the door nonchalantly but that soon changed. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N typing away on her laptop and looking at her textbook and notebook. He felt an arm around his shoulders as he let out a small groan knowing it was Jimin with his know-it all face.

“Go make her the coffee and start a conversation or do something.”

He felt a pat on his back as he didn’t even bother to look back at him. He didn’t bother saying goodbye as he entered the front to make the drink for her. As he did so, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her as she continued to read her textbook. He decided to take the cup to her instead of calling her name as he saw it as an opportunity to finally have a real conversation. He walked up towards her table and took a deep breath to gain some type of confidence, “White chocolate mocha, Y/N?”

She looked up at the sudden voice and they stared at each other. She was shocked because she wasn't expecting him and he was shocked to see how cute she was with glasses studying, “Oh, Taehyung. Thank you for making me my coffee.” 

She took the cup and her fingers touched his gently. She wanted to blush at the sudden touch but she tried to stop her body the best she could but Taehyung noticed the tops of her cheeks turning a light red. He let out a small chuckle but hid it when she looked back at him with a confused look.

“Can I sit here?” 

She nodded her head in nervousness but was excited to see what would happen from here. She watched him sit in the chair and the afternoon light cascade across his face making him look like a prince from a story. She smiled at him and went to finish her final sentence as she felt his eyes on her. 

“What are you studying?” 

“Oh, I’m studying to become a registered nurse.” 

“Wow, that’s amazing. Is it hard?” 

“Ummm.... There are times where it's easy for me but there are moments that I want to cry.” 

He let out a small laugh as he leaned forward with his elbows on the table, “I felt the same way when I was in school.”

“What did you major in?” 

“Photography and film.” 

“My friend Emma is doing that, it seems so fun.” 

The conversation went on for another two hours as Jimin and Jungkook took care of the orders. They watched their friend talk to the girl that he has had a crush on for months now, it was good to see him talking especially after his last relationship. She closed her laptop during the conversation to pay attention to him but she was having a hard time focusing because her phone kept buzzing in her pocket but she’ll let Jane or Emma know why she wasn't picking up. 

The whole two hours was filled with them talking about their majors, movies, tv shows and the type of music they listen to. She was surprised at how much they had in common and she was excited to let her friends know. She looked down at her phone and her eyes widened at the time, “Oh, I’m sorry. I have to catch my bus, maybe I’ll give you my number and we can talk?” 

“Oh, I would like that. Let me.”

He got up and pulled her chair out as she let a wide grin come through as he helped her pack her stuff up. He walked her towards the door with his hands in his pockets as she held her laptop and textbook in her hands. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Please text me when you get home.” 

“I will...see you tomorrow.”  

“Wait!”

She turned around to see him grabbing his jacket and putting it on, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m walking you to the bus stop to make sure you get on.”

She flushed at this and nodded her head, “Thank you...Are you sure it's okay? You have a cafe to run-”

“It’s not like someone can fire me.”

She let out a laugh as she looked away for a split second before she looked back with a wide grin on her face, “I guess that’s true.”

They walked out in the late afternoon as the cars drove past them picking up her hair to go through the wind. They walked in a comfortable silence as Taehyung was walking closer to her until he wrapped his arm around her waist making her look up at the sudden.

“Oh....I’m so stupid, I should’ve asked you-”

“No, no, I like it... I actually really like it.”

She brought his hand back around her waist as she leaned gently against his chest as they continued to walk to her bus stop. She clenched her laptop tighter as she felt his warmth across her cheek and she was too scared to look up because she felt his stare on her. When the bus stop came into view, she saw the bus pulling up and looked at him fast, “Thank you for walking me.”

Before he could say anything, he felt her lips on his cheek and he watched her get on the bus with a blank expression. He waved at her gently as he watched the bus leave his sight. What the fuck just happened? He rubbed his cheek gently as he walked back to the cafe with a confused look. He entered the cafe seeing Jungkook wiping down the tables and heard Jimin washing the dishes in the back. 

“That was fast. Did anything ha-”

“She kissed my cheek?” 

Jungkook stopped what he was doing to look at his boss with a raised eyebrow, “Are you asking me if she did or?” 

“No, telling you with a questionable tone.” 

“Why questionable?” 

“It happened so quick that I didn’t register it so now, here I am.” 

“Dude, sit down before you faint. I need this next paycheck for rent.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes at him and took a chair out as he touched his cheek again, “It was nice...She’s so shy.” 

“Ah, look who's back. How was the walk?” 

He watched Jimin enter the room as he dried off his hands with a white towel leaning against the table in front of him, “She kissed my cheek.”

“Aww that’s cute, did you kiss her cheek or what did you do?”

“I stared at her with shock?”

“YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!?”

Hearing them both scream at him made him wince and stand up from the chair rubbing the back of his neck, “She's going think I don’t like her.” 

“I mean...Maybe seeing you in shock is a good thing to her?”

“Shut up Jungkook, did you tell her anything else?” 

He looked at them with his lip biting as he nodded his head, “I told her to text me when she gets home.”

“Oh, that’s good Hyung. That shows you care for her.”

Before he could say anything his phone started buzzing in his pocket and pulled it out with a smile, I made it home, thanks for walking me : ) . I can’t wait to have muffins tomorrow to see you. What I mean is to say good morning to you and to share small conversations with you. Or say hello to you if you're too busy.

“Judging by that smile, she texted you.” 

“Shut up Jungkook.”

“You guys are so mean.” 

The next week was filled with more confusion for Y/N and it wasn’t towards her classes. She was confused at Taehyung and how he acted towards her. Every morning he would give her a muffin but he would leave messages on her receipt. Each day there was a different message that made her turn her head. She asked Jimin about it but he said he had no idea (he’s lying but she didn’t need to know that). 

The first receipt said I found the one who I found the one who I've been dreaming of and the next day was If friends are what you're looking for, consider me your friend. The first two messages surprised her but the third one stole her heart and made her want to think he liked her or was interested in her at least. But I'll break apart and take your heart before the story ends...

She was excited to see today's message and she actually arrived earlier today. When she opened the door her eyes went straight to the front but saw Jimin and Jungkook only. She raised her eyebrow at this but chose to ignore it and went to the front. 

“Ah, Y/N. It’s eleven, that’s early.” 

“I wanted to see Taehyung early, if I’m being honest. Is he here?”

Jungkook turned around and put the muffin on the counter for her to shake his head, “He’s out today, sorry Y/N.”

“It’s okay...Can I also have peppermint tea?” 

“Oh that’s different.” 

She nodded her head and hoped he didn’t see the disappointment on her face, “I need some peppermint in my system right now.” 

He nodded his hand and gave her a thumbs up, “You don’t have to pay today, it's on me.”

“That’s really nice of you Jungkook but I would rather pay for-”

“No, I wanted to do it.”

He turned the card machine so she wouldn’t be able to pay for it and started shaking his finger at her. She raised her eyebrow and put her card back with a shake of her head, “Okay...I’ll just sit and wait for you to call my name.” 

She turned around as Jimin winked at Jungkook who took his phone to text Taehyung, She ordered and is in the back... Good luck

Thanks. I need it. 

Taehyung took a deep breath as he ran his hands through his and put his black snapback on. He took a deep breath before opening the door to his cafe with a bouquet of red peonies. He looked around the room to see that Y/N had her headphones in and was ignoring everyone in the cafe as she ate her muffin. He walked towards the front and gave Jimin a smile, “You have the receipt?”

“Good morning to you and yes I have it. Here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and took the receipt and wrote down the last thing he wanted to see to her. He went behind the counter and looked down at the peppermint tea with a raised eyebrow, “Did she order this?”

“Yeah.”

“Perfect, I’ll take it to her.”

He folded the receipt and put it in his pocket as he grabbed the tea the best he could with the bouquet of flowers in his other hand. He walks to her and before he sits in the chair, he takes a deep breath and sits in the chair. 

“You ordered tea that's new for you.”

Y/N eyes widened at this and looked at him with a wide smile but then she looked down at the flowers with a questionable look, “Taehyung...”

“Red peonies for you...I hope you like them.”

She looked at the peonies with a shock face and looked back at him, “Taehyung, I love them. Oh my god, it's so beautiful.” 

She gently took the flowers out of his hand as she brought them to her face to smell, “Oh, I have one more thing for you. Make sure you always get your receipt no matter what you purchase.” 

She raised her eyebrow and took the receipt out of his hand gently. She looked at him with wide eyes as her face turned into shock, “Are you being serious?”

“I wouldn’t write it if I wasn’t.” 

She got out of her chair leaving the flowers on the seat as she rushed to sit on his lap to hug him tightly. He returned the tight hug as he gently placed a kiss on the top of her head as she leaned on his shoulder. 

This is the part where we fall in love.

“Babe why don’t you just take a small break from your work.” 

Y/N closed her textbook and turned around to look at her boyfriend who was laying down on her bed. She got out of her chair to lay next to him with a frown, “Tae, I’m so tired from reading.” 

“Then take a break, love.” 

She placed her head on his chest as she let out a deep sigh, “Maybe I should take a break.” 

“That would be smart.”

Taehyung and Y/N have been dating for almost a year now, at least she thinks it's been a year. Out of the two, Y/N was horrible at remembering dates but Taehyung always makes fun of her for it. The two were happy and Jimin called them the disgusted cute couple but she ignored him when he said this. Jealousy can be annoying but funny at the same time. 

As she laid down with Taehyung who was watching the movie playing, her mind drifted away. Ever since she was with Taehyung, she could never orgasm without him and lately it was making her stress, well more stress. She used to do it all the time whenever she was stressed to make her feel better but now it seems like she never did it before. No one had ever made her so desperate to have a simple touch or even attention, the very idea seemed foregin but then Taehyung came into her life. 

She wasn’t the most experienced nor was she used to having these sexual thoughts towards anyone. She even admitted to Taehyung that he was the first man she had sexual attraction towards. While she had past boyfriends, she never felt the same attraction towards them. There was a moment in her life that she thought she was asexual or even graysexual but now she thinks she never met the right person to make her feel anything. All her life she was so busy with school and work that she never really focused on anything else. When boys asked her out, she simply said yes because she thought she liked them but now she realized it was only said yes to please them not her.  

She shifted once more and Taehyung glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, “What’s wrong? You keep shifting and biting your lip. Are you okay?” 

“N-no, I’m okay...” She mumbled out as she got closer to Taehyung to avoid the stare he was giving her and honestly it made her more nervous. 

“I don’t believe you.”

He got up and sat criss-crossed as she followed his actions. He looked at her with a worried look and grabbed her hand gently, “Seriously, are you okay? You’ve been acting strange all week. More tense, is it your school work?”

She looked away from him to avoid his star again. How was she going to tell him that she's frustrated with school work but also she can’t come by herself anymore. She looked back at him with a frown, “It’s embarrassing.” 

“I’m your boyfriend, it shouldn’t be embarrassing, baby.” 

She took a deep sigh and felt her face turn red because she couldn't believe she's going to tell him with full confidence, “Ican’tcomeanditsannoyingthatIcan’tdoitbymyself...”

“Umm, baby I don’t know what you said.”

She took another deep sigh and looked at the wall behind him to say, “I can’t come and it's annoying that I can’t do it by myself. It was my stress relief and now I can’t do it.” 

“Oh...Why was that embarrassing?” 

“It’s embarrassing to say anything sexual towards you...You should know that already.” 

“Is that why you like when I talk dirty sometimes.”

“Shut up.” 

She turned around so he could look at her back and not her red face, “Baby, do you want me to help you with your problem? All you have to do is ask.”  

She turned around towards him slowly but she was still avoiding his eyes, “I read online that if your stress you can’t come or maybe it was just me not doing it right.” 

“Baby, you’ve been stressed all month for the final exam. It makes sense and it happens, you don’t always have to come. It can just be pleasurable for you.” 

“You think I was stressed because of my exam but because I was so focused on coming?” 

“Yes, aren’t you in the medical field?” 

“Shut up.”

The silence between them started to make her feel even more nervous but then she felt his hand on her shoulder, “Hey, it's okay baby. Just lay down and take care of it.”

“What do you mean take care of it?” 

“Do you want me eat you out or touch you?”

She swallowed hard at this question and nodded her head, “Can-can you eat me out?” 

“Of course baby, lay down.” 

She remained motionless for a second before gently laying down on her back. She watched Taehyung move between her legs and watched him push her thighs apart giving her a smirk, “You look really good at this angle.” 

She shook her head and looked at the side, “Tae...”

“I haven’t even done anything and you're already getting excited? Have I been ignoring you?”

“N-no, I just-”

“Can I take off your clothes?” 

“Can I keep my top on? It's cold.”

“Baby it's going to get hot soon and I know your going to ask me to suck your nipples.”

“Tae...Shut up.” 

She jerk in surprise when she felt his finger stroke along her thighs over her leggings as she watched him slowly take it off. He gently put his fingers between her folds and gave her a smirk, “Again I didn’t do anything and you're already wet.”

“St-stop.”

He brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean as Y/N stared at him with a red face. A deep moan left him as he finished licking his fingers, “Do you want me to stop? Your wetness tells me otherwise.” 

His shoulders pushed her legs further apart as all of sudden she felt nervous. It wasn’t the first time he went down on her or even anything sexual with him but for some reason today felt different. What happens if I don't come? Will that be bad? Maybe I’m thinking too much...but it's Tae, why would I ever question-

“Baby, stop thinking about coming and just relax.” 

“But I feel bad babe...I don’t-”

“This is about you and you just relaxing after being stressed. I won’t be offended but I will be offended if you ever call my bread bad.” 

She gave him a small smile and nodded her head, “I love you, Tae.”

“And I love you, baby.” 

Then she felt him slowly licking up her entrance. It felt hot and wet, with a mixture of ticklish but it always felt like this. She felt his tongue on her clit but everytime he did this, she's not sure what he does but she liked it.

“Ooohhh...”

He doesn’t repeat the motion though and instead starts gently giving her butterfly kisses on the inside of her thighs, “You okay?” 

“Yeah...I’m okay.”

He gives you his boxy smile and leaned back in flattening his tongue against her entrance. He does this a few times before putting his tongue back inside. “Ohhh, Tae...”

She gripped his hair tightly as the soft black strands were the only thing that was bringing her back down. She felt him give out a gentle goran that vibrates against her increasing the pleasure she was feeling, “I,I really like it when you do that.” 

He starts massaging her thighs at the same time making her feel her chest build up in excitement but she ignored it because she didn’t want to take off her sweater. While he continues licking he does something that always sends her to the next level, kissing and sucking on her clit roughly. Her hand let go of his hair and was brought up to her sweater as she gently gripped it. “Keep doing that, p-please.”

She jerk forward suddenly and he lets out a deep goan but she ignores it because she was too focused on him. He brought a finger forward and gently entered it but then a second finger entered. Turning his hand around, he curls both fingers inside and presses them against her walls, bruising the extra sensitive part inside that makes her whine out. 

He hums quietly as he listens to her whine and as he leaned forward sucking on her clit again making her back slightly arched from the bed. Pure jolts of pleasure sizzled through her body as she felt the fingers go in and out of her faster. The thing that finally made her feel relaxed was a soft slap on her clit and everything was blurring.

She was all sweaty and looked down at him with a frown, “Stop, I’m not coming...”

He sat on the side of her bed as he let her regain her breathing and gave her a smile ,“Baby it's okay. Did you feel relaxed?” 

“I-I did...but now...”

“What? Use your words baby?”

“You were right...Now I want you to...I want you to su-suck on my nipples. I know that can make me come...you know...” 

He gave her a smirk as he brought his hand up to her breast and gently twisted her nipple through her clothing making her let out a moan, “Take it off then, baby.” 

Extended Ending: 

She looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. Her white dress flowled on the ground as the top of her dress snuggled her breast perfectly with lace and sequins. Her hair was in an elegant bun with some hair framing her face and her veil on top to complete it. She looked around to see Jane and Emma in their bridesmaid dresses getting their hair down. 

“Ms. L/N, your fiance wants me to give you this note.” 

She gave her wedding planner a furrowed look but took the note out of her hands. She read the note with a big smile as she brought the note to her chest. 

This is the part where we say "I do"

P.s the guys say welcome to the family now sis.

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Allurement: The Complexities of Truth

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

It was relieving to wake up late, especially when her head had been feeling so heavy, the stuffy nose and drowsiness caused by the antibiotics did not help either. (Y/N) was serving the consequences of her impulsive decision of not taking her coat out with her when she had rushed towards the office garden like a bird out of the cage. The irony, she indeed felt like one- a caged bird who would be let out once in a while, but not without conditions.

She had been in and out of sleep for the day, only being awake enough to finish up eating, as ins the maid brought the meals to her, and then (Y/N) would go back to sleep. She did wake up with a feeling of something cold in her mouth,  a thermometer, she realised as soon as she opened her eyes,

"You have a fever. Are you feeling cold?" she tried to blink away the drowsy state, but the urge to go back to sleep was overpowering.

"Mhm" that was all she could manage, slipping further inside the blankets. His hand rested on her forehead.

"You are burning up. I am getting a doctor." he was quick to get his phone and dial for a doctor, even if she wished to stop him, she was left with no energy to do so, the medicines seemed to have done no good to her.

Instead, the way his fingers ran through her hair while he spoke with the doctor, his gaze never leaving her, was oddly comforting, considering the circumstances. (Y/N) had the fever to blame. Hence, she let her eyes flutter close as she slipped back into the comforting embrace of slumber.

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The next time she woke up, it was morning already, and she had expected Namjoon's face greeting her as soon as she would wake up. But it was the maid instead "Your breakfast Madame. Sir had strictly instructed that you finish every bit of it before taking the medication." (Y/N) nodded, she had tried to get the girl to call her '(Y/N)', or even Miss (L/N), in a way it felt as though she had some grip over her own identity, her true, identity, not just Kim Namjoon's woman. But to her disappointment, Namjoon would not allow that, not surprising though.

She nodded, feeling a lot better than she had been feeling the previous night. "I would like to wash up first. Would you mind helping?" she requested politely, to which, the girl smiled with a nod before setting aside the tray and helping (Y/N) out of bed. Her body ached, her head had a dulled ache as if suppressed, "How long have I been asleep?" she regretted asking the question, the girl was not a resident servant in the penthouse, she would arrive each morning and work till noon and leave by afternoon.

"You were asleep when I arrived this morning Madame, Sir summoned me early, he needed to leave early today- he informed me. And you needed to be tended to, I would take your temperature every hour and update Sir." (Y/N) was overcome by the urge to roll her eyes. That man.

"Sure, we must follow his orders." she sighed out, unable to hide the tinge of disdain in her voice, the girl seemed a bit surprised, but she ignored it, thankfully.

After she had freshened up and had her breakfast, quite a lot, it was, but (Y/N) could not bring herself to complain, she felt famished anyway. The medicines produced to her, however, were different. As soon as she questioned the girl, she told her of the new sets of antibiotics the doctors had prescribed (Y/N). In fact, it was her who had the copy of the prescription in order to assure that she took the medicines timely. That made her realise that the doctor must have visited her at night. How deeply her slumber had been actually to not even stir in her sleep while a doctor checked her?

(Y/N) wondered why Namjoon left early. It was unexpected, even though relieving for a while. But she was acquainted with his true nature by now, she knew that under usual circumstances, Namjoon would not let her out of his hawk-eyes. It had to be something urgent. And whether it was in favour of her or not, that remained in the dark. She could not afford to trust a man like Min Yoongi, and what she feared was him letting Namjoon know of Jimin's deeds. This would put her friend in great danger. Kim Namjoon was not a man to be crossed. She had learnt that the hard way. But she had learnt.

----

Namjoon returned at night, not the evening, looking fatigued as ever. Ever since the unofficial coup, as she wanted to call it in her mind, with the switch in power, Namjoon had been working hard on stabilizing the ground for himself. And from whatever she had managed to observe during the few board meetings she had accompanied him, she had but a tiny glimpse of the power game underneath the apparently steady surface, but that was enough for her to understand why Namjoon was weary of the Board of Directors. As Kim Namjoon's secretary, her presence was both expected and frequent during meetings with other potential and current business partners or when Namjoon had a deal to strike or accomplish. But she had begun to observe keenly, pay attention to detail, a trait of Namjoon that had begun to rub off on her.

"You did not go to bed? You do not have a fever, do you?" he approached her as soon as he got rid of his necktie.

She shook her head, but his palm was already over her forehead "I am fine."

"Good, that's good." he nodded in satisfaction "Since you are awake...I would not have to wait till morning to tell you."

"Tell me what?" she frowned, peering into the exhaustion vivid in his eyes.

He sighed before taking a seat at the edge of the bed, as close to her as possible before he took her hand into his "The engagement date has been preponed. I must marry Choi Ara as soon as possible. We will get engaged the next week." and he had the audacity to look guilty and sound burdened.

"Oh." she could not ignore the sinking feeling in her heart.

Namjoon frowned "You know that I never wanted this, don't you? You have to believe me (Y/N)."

"How?" Namjoon was surprised by the question. "How am I supposed to trust you again when all you have ever done is to lie to me, all you have ever shown is all an elaborate hoax!"

"What? What are you saying?" Namjoon frowned, his voice deepened and the gentle edge began to ebb away.

You lied to me in every turn, every action of yours, every gesture has been nothing but a show, you are a manipulator, nothing more than that, and your love is a sham!

She wanted to scream that to him, but she knew that she could not afford the consequences, she could never push Jimin into a similar, or even worse fate as Sejun's. Moreover, she knew well now the consequence of calling his love a lie. She shivered remembering how she had said to him that she did not love him out of spite and what followed after that, all her anger and frustration melted into resented pleasure under him.

So all she did, all she could do was to look away shaking her head.

"How do I make you believe that my love is not a lie! I know that it is hard, but I want you to try, at least try not to forget that we love each other. This was all my father's mess and now he is gone, I am still bound to his given words." he sounded tired, sad, and it was still better than his anger.

"You could still make things right, you know? Just let this relationship go, let me go, Ms Choi Ara would never even know that something between us even existed, I will leave the city and—" she was cut off by his laughter, which came down to a snigger.

"You, you silly girl. What would have happened to you had I not found you before?" she frowned, displeased by his words and tone "There is nothing that Choi Ara does not know...You see it now, I don't care what she thinks, I have no problem letting her know that this marriage is nothing but a sham, that you are the only woman in my heart." his grip over her hand tightened as she listened, stunned at the revelation.

Choi Ara knew of this? How come she had not said even a word?

All of her encounters with the said woman, (Y/N) recollected that Ms Choi had been nothing but polite and generous to her, even inquiring about (Y/N)'s life and education. She could have never guessed that the woman knew what was going on behind closed office doors. Suddenly, the picture in her mind turned far more complicated than she had previously assumed it to be.

"I love you (Y/N), only you. And you love me too, Baby. I know you do." she shut her eyes as soon as Namjoon's lips pressed against hers.

She loved him too, he was right. But she knew that she would be damned if she accepted her life as it was at the moment.

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Screw It, I Love You

Title: Screw It, I Love You

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel 

Rating: G 

Tags: Just a lot of fluff! 

Summary: This is based of this post I saw the other day, find it HERE. It’s about Cas being newly human and Dean leaving him reminder notes all over the bunker.

Also, thanks as always to @thebridgekid for reading this <3<3<3

AO3

*** My works are not to be posted on any sites without my permission! But comments and reblogs are love! <3 Please and thanks!!

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     Cas woke up around noon, still tired as hell and still not completely healed, but definitely better then the previous day's. Being human always took a beating on him, especially right after losing his grace, but he knew eventually he would adjust and be able to hunt with Sam and Dean again. 

     The brother’s had left early that morning to take down a vamp nest in a nearby town. He knew they wouldn't be back till late, and there was the possibility they wouldn't even come home until tomorrow, so Cas had taken the opportunity to sleep in. But now he decided it was time to get up and not waste the entire day. So he forced his still exhausted body to get out of bed and venture out into the bunker. 

     He was just about to open his door when a little yellow piece of paper caught his attention. He took the sticky note off the door and read it aloud, "Cas, you're human now, so don't forget to eat. Dean."

     His stomach took that moment to growl furiously, "I guess I am a little hungry. I don't know how humans maintain their bodies if they are this hungry all the time."

     He tucked the little note into his pajama pants pocket and made his way into the kitchen. As he walked the hall’s of the bunker he noticed more and more how hungry he actually was, but in the same instant hoped that there was something in the kitchen that he was actually able to make. He was certainly no chef, he could barely make eggs without nearly burning the kitchen down, so hopefully Sam had some cereal left in the cupboard or something easy. Otherwise he wasn't too sure what he was going to eat. 

     He made the last turn into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. On the counter there was a small pile of clothes and another yellow note. He walked over and read the note, "Hey, Cas, don't forget that humans get cold. I grabbed you a sweater and some socks, stay warm, Dean."

     Cas couldn't help but smile to himself, Dean was right again. Now that he was out of the warmth of his bed, his arms and toes were getting cold. So he put on the socks and sweater and walked over to the fridge. 

     "Another note," he smiled and took it off the fridge door, "I sort of figured you'd sleep past breakfast, and I know how much you suck at using the stove, so I made you some lunch. It's in the fridge. Just some PB&J sandwiches, I know how much you like them and I know it's simple, but it's definitely better than scorched eggs and bacon. I also made you some pasta and garlic bread for dinner if I'm not back. Just put it in the microwave for two minutes. Dean."

     Cas tucked that note into his pocket with the others and grabbed one of the wrapped up sandwiches from the fridge then sat down. With the first bite he moaned, he loved PB&J sandwiches so much, and he was so glad that Dean had been so kind as to prepare him food for the day. He would not have been happy with any of the burnt food he would have ended up with had he cooked himself. 

     He spent a little bit extra time eating the sandwich, savouring it as much as he could, before he was finally finished and now found himself with nothing to do. He tossed his wrapper in the garbage, stood there for a minute, then sighed and slowly wandered through the bunker. 

     He had been in this situation before, him staying behind while the brothers went on a hunt without him, and every time he hated it. He hated being alone in the bunker with nothing to do, and to top it off both Dean and Sam had taken their laptop’s with him to prevent him from attempting to do anything other than relaxing. As he recalled, Dean's exact words on the matter had been, "No work, no searching for cases, nothing related to hunting, period, while we're gone. You just sit back, relax, and focus on getting your strength back." And so now here he was, bored, with nothing to do and no one to talk to. 

     He considered for a brief moment calling Dean to see how the hunt was going, but quickly decided against it. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally distract Dean mid hunt and have him end up injured or even possibly worse, especially now considering he couldn't heal him if something happened. So instead he kept wandering. 

     He eventually wandered through the map room, ended up in the library, considered for a moment reading a book but decided he wasn't in the mood to focus that hard right now, and was about to head back to his room with the thought of going back to bed when he saw another yellow note on the wall. 

     He walked over to it and grabbed it from the wall and all this one said was, "Cas," with an arrow pointing to the right. He followed it, finding yet another note with the same message, and another, and another, until he found himself in front of Dean's hidden little man cave at the back of the bunker. The note on the door this time said, "Come on in, Cas, and look on the tv."

     "If you say so, Dean," and he walked in. There was another note on the tv right where the last note had said it would be, so he read that one, "I knew you would end up wandering around, bored with nothing to do. So I cued up a new Netflix series for you to watch, there's also beer in the mini fridge, and snacks for you in the cupboard above it. When I get back, maybe we could have a movie night? Haven't had one in a while. Dean."

     "I would love that, Dean, now you just need to hurry home." He added that note to his collection and walked over to the cupboard. Inside there was a bowl with all of Cas's favourite snacks, he then grabbed a couple beers, and walked over to the couch. He placed the snacks and beer on the table, grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. 

     "The Walking Dead," he read the title and the description of the show, "why are all the shows about monsters? We deal with this everyday and now it's all over tv. But if Dean likes it, then it must be good."

     He hit play on the first episode and then started digging through the bags of snacks in the bowl, trying to decide which one to open first, when he found another note. "Enjoy the snacks, Cas, but don't eat them all at once or you won't wanna eat dinner later, and you have to eat dinner. Humans need more than just candy and sweets all day, so make sure you save some room for that pasta. Also, don't forget at some point to shower, humans have to shower. Dean."

     Cas stared at the note for a second before he added it to his pocket. He then grabbed the bag of mini Twix bars and tossed one into his mouth. The man on the tv who had been shot in the beginning of the episode, Officer Rick if he remembered correctly, was just waking up from his coma, so he decided he'd watch another episode or two after this then he would shower as Dean had reminded him. 

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     Six episode’s, one shower, a bowl of pasta, and three bags of candy later and Cas was starting to feel tired again. He tried to wait up a little bit in hopes that Sam and Dean might come back tonight, but it was nearing midnight now and he assumed that they had decided to find a motel for the night. He would call them in the morning to make sure. 

     The episode he was watching was almost over, so he decided to wait for it to finish before he turned the tv off, but his newly human body had other plans. He felt himself slowly tipping to the side, falling, his eyes closing, and he ended up landing his head on the throw pillow. But a little crinkle on the side of his face woke him up enough to sit up and grab the sticky note that was now stuck to his face. 

     "Hey, Cas, I knew you would try waiting up for us and falling asleep halfway through your Netflix binge. But since we're not home yet go to bed, Cas, don't sleep on the couch all night, alright. See you when I get home, Dean."

     He chuckled lightly, still almost half asleep, but the thoughtfulness of Dean, leaving all those notes for him all day to make sure he was ok on his own, reminding him to eat and drink and rest, Cas couldn't help but blush. Not to mention he suddenly felt much warmer then he had all day. 

     He tucked that note into his pocket as he stretched on the couch, then forced himself to get up and shuffled to his room. 

     Even though he had been in there this morning and already found the note on the door, he couldn't help but find himself looking for one last note from Dean. Maybe there had been one he didn't see before he went to the kitchen for food, or a hidden note for him to find before he went to bed for the night. But after spending ten minutes searching the room, he was disappointed that he didn't find any more notes. But he pushed the disappointment aside, shucked everything but his boxers, and crawled into bed. 

     Where he was exhausted not too long ago he now found himself tossing and turning. He was wide awake and could not see sleep in his near future whatsoever. And after a few more minutes of restlessly trying to relax enough to sleep, he realized exactly why he was suddenly so unsettled. It was Dean. 

     As an angel, Cas didn't need to sleep, but now that he was human apparently it was necessary. And since he first became human a few days ago, this had been his first time without Dean, his first night going to bed without having spoken to the hunter, or even just as much as passing him by in the bunker. And his smell… it was comforting to Cas, Dean's scent always calmed him, even as an angel. But here in his own room, in his own bed, he had nothing of Dean to bring him that calm. 

     He grunted in frustration as he was still not able to relax, violently tossed the blankets off of him, and stormed towards the door, "As Dean would say, 'screw this!'"

     He threw his bedroom door open and marched down the hallway in nothing but his boxers, then barged his way into Dean's room. Dean's scent instantly hit his nose and he could already feel himself relaxing. And without even so much as a second thought he walked over and got into Dean's bed. 

     He pulled the blankets over him and snuggled into the pillow. Dean, it was all Dean, it all smelled like Dean, it was comfort and home. God, he missed Dean. 

     He laid there for a while, eyes closed just taking deep breaths, though he had no intention of sleeping there. He couldn't imagine Dean would be too happy when he came home from the hunt tomorrow morning and found Cas passed out in his bed. But he figured he could stay there for a little bit longer before he went back to his own bed. So he rolled over onto his stomach and stretched out on the bed, his arm finding its way under the pillows, and his fingers hit something. He grabbed it and pulled it out, finding a full sized piece of paper. He was about to put it back, sure that it was something personal to Dean if he had hidden it there, but in the dim glow of Dean's digital clock on the bedside table, he saw his name at the top. 

     He quickly turned on Dean's lamp and sat up to read the new note, and it would be an understatement to say he was only a little excited about it. "Cas, I wasn't sure if you'd come in here or not, I was hoping you would. And I know you'll probably think you have to go back to your own room, but you don't, you can stay if you want, you don't have to leave. So just lay back, relax, and go to sleep, okay. I'll come wake you up in the morning when I get back from the hunt. Good night, Cas, I…"

     Cas squinted at the bottom of the paper, Dean had written something but scribbled it out completely. Then it looked like Dean tried again, "I… Cas…" Then more scribbles, and more, until he was at the bottom of the page. 

     Cas wanted to know what he had written, what he had wanted to say that he was too scared to. Maybe he could tell if he turned it over…

     "There's more," he whispered to himself then read the rest.

     "Screw it. I love you, Cas. I hope you see this side of the note before you go to sleep, and I can't wait to get home so I can tell you that in person. Sweet dreams, Cas."

     He was stunned, speechless, his brain had even turned off. Dean loved him, and now that was going to be all Cas could think about. His heart was fluttering, he was anxious with anticipation, and all he wanted was for Dean to be home already so he could say it back. How was Cas supposed to sleep now?!

     But eventually he did sleep, with thoughts of Dean's confession on his mind and clutching the note close to his chest. 

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     "Man, I don't know why we couldn't have just grabbed a room at one of the many motels we passed on the way here," Sam complained as they grabbed their bags from the back of the car, "I'm exhausted."

     Well, that was a lie, Sam did know why. He also knew why Dean was practically running through the garage and down the stairs, "Dude, where’s the fire. Slow down."

     "I'm just tired too, wanna head right to bed."

     "You don't want to stay up for a beer?" He asked, though he knew the answer, he just wanted to see what Dean would say, "Celebrate taking down that nest?"

     "Nah, I'm just gunna go to bed, I'm beat, see ya in the morning."

     "Yeah, see ya," Sam waved him off and watched with a smirk as Dean practically ran through the bunker towards the rooms. He knew Dean wasn't as tired as he was trying to make it out to be, he had seen Dean running around the morning before, placing notes around the bunker and setting things up for Cas all day. He also knew about the little confession note that Dean had left in his bedroom in hopes that Cas would find. 

     He had caught Dean writing it just before they left, and was able to catch a sneak peek over his shoulder without Dean noticing he was there. Sam also knew that Cas had most definitely already found that note, where he knew Dean wasn't sure if he would. But it was no news to Sam that if Cas was in fact in Dean's room, it would not have been the first time he caught Cas sneaking in there to grab a sweater or blanket of Dean's to take to his own room. He was just glad that these two were finally going to get over themselves. 

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     Dean was just standing, frozen, outside his bedroom door. He was nervous, to say the least. There was no guarantee that Cas would be in there, or that he had seen the note he hid. He was just running off of hope that he had been right in thinking that his missing clothes and blankets had been taken by the ex angel, that maybe he had been taking them for a reason, and that his confession would be taken the way he was hoping it would. 

     He looked down the hallway towards Cas's room, but the door was closed. All he could do was hope that his little hunches were right, and that when he opened this door he would find Cas on the other side. 

     Slowly, he reached his hand out and turned the handle. He was holding his breath, his whole body felt numb, and when he peeked his head in his heart went into overdrive. Cas was in fact there, asleep in his bed, the blankets resting low on his hips showing off his toned back. 

     Dean tried to pull himself together a little bit, to calm down so he didn't wake Cas. He was still recovering from losing his grace and needed as much rest as he could get. So he quietly slipped inside and closed the door as softly as he could. 

     He placed his bag at the bottom of the bed, all the while keeping his eyes on Cas, worried that if he woke him he'd spook and leave in a panic. But thankfully he was still sound asleep. So he removed his shirts and pants and almost in slow motion, he crawled into the other side of the bed beside Cas. 

     He didn't touch him or get too close once he was under the covers with him. Dean was thrilled that everything he had thought and hoped for, was currently laying right across from him in his bed. So he decided to just soak it in for a few minutes, to just lay there and adore Cas, just stare at him for as long as he could before he could feel sleep starting to take over. 

     Just before he closed his eyes, he ran the back of his hand over Cas's slightly stubbled cheek, then he laid back against his pillow. Then suddenly Cas shifted beside him and moved until he was practically right on top of Dean. He tucked his head under Dean's chin, tangled their legs together, and snuggled as close as he could get. 

     Dean just smiled, as happy as he had ever been in that moment, and wrapped his arms around Cas. They laid like that for a minute before Cas moved his hand from where it was rested on Dean's chest, and a second later, he brought it back up and stuck the entire pile of sticky notes he had collected all day to Dean's forehead. Dean chuckled, shaking Cas on his chest who also laughed. Then he brought his hand up again and placed the confession note over Dean’s heart where his hand had just been resting. 

     Dean grabbed all the notes and placed them on the bedside table, then opened the drawer to reach in and grab the pad of sticky notes and wrote out another one. He laughed as he peeled the note off the pad and moved his hand between them to stick it over Cas’s heart. Cas tucked his chin down to read the note upside down and smiled from ear to ear, “Property of Dean Winchester.”

     “At least I hope,” he said, laying his hand over Cas's where it still rested over his heart.

     "I love you too, Dean," Cas spoke into Dean's neck, drawing mindless circles over Dean's heart. 

     Dean moved his hand over to Cas's chin and lifted his face up to his. "I'm glad you found my note, I wasn't sure if you'd come in here."

     "I missed you," Cas admitted, "the pillows and blankets smell like you."

     "I missed you too, Cas, a lot. I did everything I could so that I could make it back here tonight so we could be together." He rubbed his thumb over Cas's bottom lip, then asked in an almost whisper, "Can I…"

     Cas nodded, his nose rubbing against Dean's as he did, and Dean leaned in closing the gap. He touched his lips to Cas's and kissed him softly, sucking lightly on his bottom lip. It was slow, and gentle, and perfect, filled with years of love between them and Dean couldn't think of anything better than this. He had never been happier. 

     When they finally pulled apart, Dean pulled Cas against his chest again, tucking him perfectly against his body as he was before, running his fingers up and down his back. Then he started thinking, as he was staring up at the ceiling, with Cas finally in his arms, and as usual his brain started running wild. He suddenly became nervous and began shifting under Cas. 

     Cas felt it, knew Dean well enough by now to know exactly what was going on, so he just rubbed his hand over his bare chest. It might have been easy enough to write it down on paper, but Cas knew Dean would struggle with actually saying it out loud. But eventually, with the soothing motion of Cas's hand on his chest, he managed to get it out. 

     "I… I love you, Cas, I really love you, so much."

     Dean leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Cas's forehead and he smiled, tucked himself tighter under Dean's chin, "I love you too, Dean, and I'm glad you came back tonight."

     "Me too," he kissed him again, then wiggled to settle back into the bed and closed his eyes, "good night, Cas."

     "Good night, Dean."

End

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A/N: Hope y’all liked that cute little fluff fest XD 

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The lights went out

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Felix

Caregiver: mostly 3racha

 request by @kilixsstuff

Noone’s POV.:

It was late at night, when Felix startled from his sleep. He was drenched in sweat and disoriented. It was still dark outside, so the young Aussie had no idea what had woken him up. Seeing he still had three hours left till they needed to get up, Felix tried to go back to sleep but sleep wouldn’t come. Instead he became more aware of his sweat-soaked shirt and decided to change it quickly. The moment he got off the bed however, the room spun and his stomach turned along with the shift of his vision. Once he became of the nausea licking at the back of his throat, it was impossible to ignore it. Figuring it was better to move to the bathroom, just in case, the boy supported himself against the wall and snuck off as quiet as possible to not wake his roommates. On shaky legs he stumbled to the bathroom, flinching when the light stabbed his eyes. Only now did Felix become aware of the headache pounding mercilessly behind his brow. Switching off the light again, the dancer sat in the dark room, leaning against the bathtub close to the toilet. His mouth was watering and getting too tired and nauseous to swallow it all back, he hung his head over the bowl and just let it drip. True, he felt absolutely disgusting doing it but the boy was still sleepy. His eyelids kept closing and he was slowly drifting off again, when suddenly his body convulsed, sending a stream of last night’s dinner past his lips with barely any warning. Being startled awake again, the Aussie tried to suppress the next gag that pulled at his throat. He soon lost the fight, retching up more. Felix desperately tried to stay quiet, despite always craving comfort when he wasn’t feeling well, he didn’t want to wake any of his members. They were all exhausted and needed their sleep. His plan to let them sleep started to waver when a forceful heave scraped his throat and brought tears to his eyes. The soft sniffles turned into weak sobs, which turned into stronger hiccups that shook his frame and upset his stomach more, causing him to choke up small waves every now and then. By now his throat was on fire and his head thumped more than ever. Felix wouldn’t have found the strength to get up again, if it wasn’t for the chills, convincing him he wanted a warm shower and one of Chan’s sweaters over anything else, even if that meant he had to move.  

Getting his shirt of was a struggle. The damp fabric clung to the dancer’s back and his arms were felt weak and heavy. When the shirt finally came off, his arms shook from the effort. Felix sat in the shower and let the water run down his head and back, making his hair stick to his forehead. The hot water soothed the both, the chills and his aching muscles, when did they even get so sore anyways? The dancer completely lost track of time, not getting around to washing his hair because lifting his arms sounded way too exhausting to him. Instead, he stared into the drain for what felt like forever, dozing off, only to be brought back to his senses by the clenching of his stomach. Barely even trying, a weak gag brought up some bile. Dazed, Felix watched the small yellow trickle make its way to the drain. With a sigh, he turned off the water and forced himself up on shaky legs.

Wrapped in his towel, the young Aussie snuck back to his room, putting on loose sweatpants and stealing one of Chan’s hoodies from the leader’s closet, before curling up on his bed. They’d have to get up in thirty minutes anyways, so going back to sleep was not an option. Today their schedule consisted mostly of recording, so he was glad about not having to move too much. What he dreaded though, was the concert they’d have that night, which was also the reason he couldn’t tell his members about not feeling well. If he did, they’d probably nap while waiting for his turn to record but they’d also make him sit out during their concert and that was not an option. Felix loved Stay and would feel guilty if he didn’t give them his best, so he had to hide his struggle from his friends. He was mostly worried about Chan finding out, because the leader was so attentive and would always notice such things. The younger of the two Aussies usually hated when the other was stressed but today it was exactly what he hoped for, so the older wouldn’t pay as close attention to him.

When their alarm rang, Felix was immediately got up and got ready to ensure nobody would get the feeling he was lagging behind. “Hey Lix, are you not going to have breakfast with us?”, Changbin questioned, making Chan frown at the younger Aussie. The dancer paled at the thought of food but quickly managed to come up with an excuse: “I woke up really early today, hyung. Sorry, I already got hungry and didn’t wait for you.” The rapper accepted this with a nod, knowing the younger hated to resist his hunger and would usually eat right after getting up. To Felix this was the perfect strategy because he couldn’t possibly throw up again, if there was nothing inside him. Not being able to be around food, the boy went back to his room to wait for the others to get ready to head out. Being alone in his room also allowed him to let his guard down for only a bit, so he curled in on himself hugging one of his plushies and closing his eyes. “Hey, are you sure, you’re ok, Lixxie?”, Chan asked when he walked into their room to change. Startling, the younger sat up and forced a small and tired smile onto his face: “Don’t worry, hyung. I couldn’t sleep properly and was awake really early, so I’m kinda tired.” – “Ah, it’s ok. Maybe you could nap for a bit when it’s not your turn to record”, Chan offered, lifting a huge weight off the younger’s chest. Felix would get the chance to sleep at least a bit of his illness away without anyone noticing because they knew he was tired. “Thanks Channie”, he nodded and they both headed out.

The car ride to the studio was hell for Felix, the movement of the vehicle made his stomach churn and he could feel the small amount of liquid he drank slosh painfully with each turn of the road. Quietly, he rested his head on Jeongin’s shoulder and closed his eyes. The maknae giggled cutely and pet his hyung’s hair, whispering: “You really didn’t sleep much, hyungie?” The dancer shook his head, keeping his eyes shut. His members frowned in sympathy. They barely got enough sleep with the tight schedule they usually had, so not being able to sleep during a more relaxed night really sucked. Especially when there was a concert the next day. “If you want to, you can sleep on me when we’re at the studio, so you’ll be well rested for the concert later”, Changbin chuckled, smiling at the small “please”. They were all fine with Felix taking it a bit slower than usual and not being as energetic as usual. The dancer was glad about the affection he got from his friends without them even knowing how miserable he really felt.

Felix took Changbin up on his offer of becoming the Aussie’s human pillow as soon as they arrived at the studio. He was scheduled rather late anyways, so might as well get some sleep now. Only waking up again, when Changbin had to get up to record, Felix was hit with a wave of intense nausea and quickly got up. He tried to walk at a natural pace till he exited the room, then he darted down the hallway and bursting into the restroom. The dancer barely made it in time to retch up some watery bile. He was stunned that he even had anything in him to bring up but didn’t have much time to ponder on it before hunching over again. The strain made his already achy head pound harder and his throat burn. The dancer fought to settle his rebelling stomach, which was still trying to bring something up when there was nothing inside. When he was finally able to stop gagging, Felix tried to get up to rinse his mouth and wash his face but the combination of fever and skipping breakfast, not to mention the amount of sleep he lost, he was too weak and just fell back down. The Aussie was ready to break into tears right then and there but held it together. Trying again, Felix used the wall to pull himself up and took a second to get used to being upright. When the ground stopped moving under his feet, he quickly cleaned himself up and hurried to get back to his group, planning to find some gum to rid his mouth of the rancid taste.

“Hey, just in time. It’s your turn”, Seungmin announced when Felix walked in, “Whoa are you ok? You look shitty.” The young Aussie nodded and walked past his dongsaeng, ignoring a giggling Hyunjin: “And that, Felix, is exactly why it is called beauty-sleep.” – “Hey! I tried”, he whined, his voice even lower than usual. The poor boy was too out of it to notice the concerned frowns from his hyungs, while he was ushered into the recording booth. With his abused throat still on fire, the dancer did not have a good time recording. The notes wouldn’t come out clearly and his voice just sounded weak and flat. Of course, the producer was not amused, urging Felix to try harder and of course the Aussie did. Despite the dark spots dancing in his vision, he stayed upright, going over the same line again and again and again. Being a rapper, he had to pronounce words in a language that wasn’t his native fast and clearly. “Felix-si, you’re slurring your words. Once more and try to put some more power behind it. Your voice sounds flat”, the producer instructed, annoyance showing through.

Not really knowing what was happening, Felix was pulled from the recording booth before even getting to try again. Jisung had their arms linked and gently guided his twin back to the couch, while Chan spoke to the producer. The leader’s face was serious and his voice stern before he nodded and thanked the producer. “Hey mate, you don’t have to finish today. The producer agreed to let you do it tomorrow when you caught up on some sleep”, the oldest smiled comfortingly. He was taken aback when a small tear spilled from his dongsaeng’s eye and quickly wrapped the younger in a hug. Felix returned the hug, although he wasn’t strong enough to hold on as tightly as usual. Chan got closer to his ear, whispering quiet enough for only the dancer to hear: “You feel pretty warm to me, are you sure you’re alright?” Nodding against the older’s chest, Felix straightened up and dried his eyes, only to be met with the worried ones of his friends’. “It’s just the lack of sleep making him emotional and more sensitive”, the leader answered the unspoken question and Felix breathed in relief that his cover was still intact. Jisung came over, a small frown still present on his face when he announced: “Yah! Squirrel wants cuddles. Innie still needs to record anyways, so it’s your obligation to cuddle me.” Felix gave a small smile and gladly curled up in the shorter boy’s arms. It didn’t even take him a full minute to nod off, while his friend stroked his slightly sweat-dampened hair. Jisung came to the same conclusion as Chan when his hand lingered around the younger’s forehead for a moment. He made eye-contact with the leader and they agreed without words to keep a close eye on their dongsaeng. While cuddling Felix’ stomach growled loud enough for Jisung to hear, so the rapper gently rested his palm on the younger’s middle and felt it rumble uncomfortably beneath his fingers. It might just be hunger but with the unnatural heat the boy was radiating, he was almost sure his friend was sick. Now that he thought about it, Felix had also spent a pretty long time in the bathroom earlier.

Felix stayed asleep, even when Chan carried him to the car that would take them to the venue they’d perform at. He had apparently slept through lunch, which worried Chan because his alleged breakfast had been a long time ago and Felix was already weak from the lack off sleep and possible illness, so going on stage without a proper meal was probably not the best idea. The dancer still didn’t wake up when Jisung got him situated in the car and buckled his seatbelt. Despite most of the members chuckling at how wiped their friend was, they agreed to let him get as much sleep as possible before the show. When they arrived at the venue, everybody entered, except for Changbin, who was tasked with waking Felix up. The younger didn’t seem very pleased at being pulled from his rest but let the rapper pull him along anyways. “Are you sure you can do this, Lix? If you’re not up for the show, I’m sure we can have you sit out somehow”, the older worried. He knew something had to be up because he had seen Felix sleep-deprived before and it wasn’t the same. “Of course! Binnie-hyung, we’ve all performed with even less sleep before. I’ll be fine, just….”, Felix hesitated, “can I have cuddles tonight? I just.. I always…. You know, it helps me sleep…” – “Sure thing, just don’t hurt yourself during the show”, Changbin smiled, giving the younger a quick side-hug before walking into their dressing room.

The time passed without Felix even noticing. He barely payed any attention to his surroundings because his nausea had reached another peak and he was debating whether to go and get rid of some stomach acid before going on stage. The decision was made for him, when he was pushed and suddenly found himself on stage, stage lights burning down on him mercilessly. He felt bile rising in his throat, the sensations of a screaming crowd and blinding lights too much for his fever frazzled brain. Felix took deep breaths through his nose, willing the nausea away, while Chan greeted the crowd. Soon the first song started to play and they got onto their starting positions. The dancer was terrified, remembering all the spins and turns he’d be doing in the next two hours. The first song went unexpectedly well and the young Aussie’s nerves eased a bit. His movements were a bit less sharp than usual but the only people who could tell were his members. Felix head swam, he felt way too hot for comfort and no matter how much he breathed, it didn’t feel like there was enough air. He knew he was probably dehydrated but he didn’t dare to even touch his water bottle. The dancer was proved right when after a jump, his stomach lurched into his throat, filling his mouth with pure stomach acid. He quickly swallowed it back down, which only burned his throat once more, without missing a single beat with his steps. Dancing was truly his element but right now it was one of the last things he wanted to do. With each grueling choreo, the dancer kept bringing up small amounts of bile, always facing them back down. He didn’t think anyone really noticed but it certainly showed in his voice. His voice got weaker and hoarser, despite him straining to make it sound powerful. They hadn’t even reached the half when his members had to start giving him background vocals. Mostly it were Changbin and Jisung, sometimes Chan.

Felix impressed himself when he walked off the stage after the last stage, without passing out somewhere in between or covering the stage in puke. Having sweat a lot from all the dancing, the boy finally allowed himself a drink. The cool water felt soothing on his throat and it washed away the bitter taste that he hadn’t been able to get rid of. Before he knew it, Felix had chugged the entire bottle, already gulping down the second when he was stopped by Chan’s hand on his wrist: “Hey, slow down mate! You’ll make yourself sick.” The dancer suddenly paled, noticing how bad of a mistake he had made because his hyung was certainly right about worry. “You ok?”, the leader frowned as he noticed his dongsaeng standing completely frozen. The younger replied with an urgent shake of the head before giving a wet burp. Chan silently cursed, dragging Felix towards the closest restroom. The younger knew, he wouldn’t be able to make it in time but he still made an effort to quickly follow his hyung, not wanting to make a mess. They almost made it, when the dancer suddenly stumbled, catching himself with an arm against the wall. A gush of water shot past his lips, splashing onto the ground, only to be joined by another, bigger wave. The sick boy, coughed, choking as he tried to get a breath in before bending over with his hands on his knees and throwing up again. Chan had an arm looped around the younger’s waist to steady him, while his other hand delivered firm pats between the younger’s shoulder blades to clear his airways again. Having caught his breath, Felix straightened back up, gripping onto Chan’s arm as his world was sent spinning. The leader switched from patting his back to rubbing it comfortingly as he took in the younger’s appearance. The dancer was even more drenched in sweat than any of them, his eyes were glazed over with circles so dark that not even his concealer could hide them. Felix swallowed thickly, chapped lips forming a small pout when the tears finally came.  Heart clenching in sympathy, the older pulled him close to both comfort and steady him because the dancer looked like he’d topple over at any second. The moment only lasted a split second though, because Felix was quick to push Chan away, heaving violently. Despite the obvious effort, only a small stream of water came up. He spat, trying to get rid of the stubborn string of saliva that dangled from his lips, when suddenly the lights went out and his knees buckled.

The only thing that kept Felix from falling into the puddle by his feet were Chan’s strong arms around his small waist. Although he was incredibly worried, it wasn’t like the leader hadn’t expected him to faint at some point, so it didn’t come as too much of a shock. Carefully, he pulled the younger a few steps away and sat down on the ground with an unconscious Felix in his lap. The older used this opportunity to feel for a fever before lightly patting his dongsaeng’s pale cheeks. With the scalding temperature of his forehead, one would expect Felix to be sporting a noticeable blush but he was just so pale that the makeup looked wrong on him. His breathing was still quickened and shallow when his eyebrows twitched, wrinkling his forehead. “Lix, hey you with me?”, Chan asked gently, glad that they were in an empty hallway away from the chaos of their dressing room. The younger just groaned before blinking his eyes only to squeeze them shut again. Felix took his time to fully wake up, while Chan glanced at the puddle of sick a few feet away. It was plainly clear water, not even a hint of undigested food residues. That’s when he remembered the younger sleeping through lunch. Now that he thought of it, he also hadn’t seen Felix have dinner and with how hard the dancer was trying to cover up him being sick, that could likely have been a lie. The dancer tried to sit up, falling right back into the older’s lap before rasping a confused: “Hyung?” – “It’s ok, Lixxie. You just blacked out for a second”, Chan soothed, trying to sound as calm as possible, “you’re also sporting quite a fever. You were aware you were sick?” Defeated and ashamed for lying, Felix gave a small nod before covering his face. The leader ran a hand through his dongsaeng’s sweaty bangs to let him know it was ok before speaking up again: “Do you think we should go to the hospital? You passed out and you still don’t look to great.” The younger shook his head, this time succeeding to sit up. “Can we go home? I wanna sleep and Binnie promised me cuddles”, the dancer mumbled.

Chan agreed and ended up carrying Felix back to their dressing room. The younger had used up more energy during the show than he had to begin with. Changing and getting his makeup removed happened in a blur for Felix but he recognized Chan’s hoodie, when he was carried to the car. He was sitting between Changbin and Jisung, the younger stuffing a few plastic shopping bags into the slit between the seats for quick and easy access, should Felix need to be sick again. Chan had told the members about what happened and why they had been gone for so long. The group had quickly come down from their post-performance hype and discussed whether taking the young Aussie home was really that great of an idea. The leader had shushed them stating, they could still take him to a hospital later, should he get any worse. The oldest knew about Felix hatred for hospitals and wanted to give him the chance of recovering in a surrounding he was comfortable with.

Felix slept through the entire car ride, staying asleep when Changbin carried him into the building and up to their dorm. They had been debated on whether the dancer should still take a shower before bed, because he had sweat the most out of all of them and would definitely not be able to rest comfortably like that. Reminding them Felix wasn’t able to stand by himself, Chan proposed letting the other have a short cool bath, that way they might as well lower his fever. It would make all of them wait for their shower longer but nobody minded, pitying their sunshine after learning why he had been so drained today. Jisung ran the bath, using only lukewarm water and a soap with a very discreet scent, not wanting to overwhelm his twin. Changbin helped a drowsy Felix out of his clothes and supported his weight when the dancer struggled to climb into the tub. Chan soon returned with a fresh set of clothes, consisting of a set of his sweatpants and a large sweater from Changbin. The younger Aussie was already starting to drift to sleep in the water, so the leader gently helped him sit up and washed his hair, as he both tried to make it feel nice but also finish quickly, so the dancer could get his much-needed sleep. As soon as they had Felix in his fresh clothes, the oldest carried him to the room they shared with Changbin and tucked the younger in. Changbin was the first of them to be granted with a shower, so he could make up on the promise he had given to Felix. Finishing up as quickly as he could, the rapper snuck into his room, quiet so he wouldn’t wake Felix, who was most likely already asleep. Chan had already placed a bucket next to the dancer’s bed and there were an electrolyte drink and a bottle of plain water on the nightstand. Changbin carefully slipped into bed next to Felix and held him close after a quick kiss on his feverish forehead.

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[thebluenebula]

Ashleigh Wayne Fic AU Masterlist

Kitten

~1600 words

Major Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Carrie Kelley, Ashleigh Wayne

Minor Characters: Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Harper Row, Duke Thomas

Selina finally returns to the Manor after her 'vacation' with the intent of finally meeting Bruce's newest kitten. Unfortunately for her, the kitten isn't quite as eager to meet her.

Selina climbed in the open window, and quietly crept across the room until a menacing growl caused her to stop. "It's just me, Ace."

The dog took a final look at her, then went right back to sleep at bottom of the bed. Selina discarded her goggles, and gloves, before crawling in under the covers, and wrapping her arms around Bruce. He flinched at the touch of her hands. "Cold night?"

"Freezing."

"Where have you been?"

"Here, there, everywhere."

"I've been worried about you."

"Why didn't you send out a search party then?"

"Barry still complains about the last time I sent him to find you."

"I did warn him," she chuckled. "I heard our new kitten arrived. When are you going to introduce us?"

"She was in the living room when I came up to bed if you'd like to go down to her."

"I think I'll wait till morning, and what exactly are you doing in bed this early, it's barely past midnight?"

"Alfred said if I don't sleep for at least six hours he'd hide the keys of the Batmobile."

"Still listening to daddy's orders."

"Would you disobey Alfred?"

"Do I look like I have a death wish?" She lay into his chest. "Anyway, I'm too tired."

"Then how about we get some of that sleep he suggested?"

"That sounds good to me."

When Selina woke the next morning Bruce was still sound asleep. She chose not to disturb him, instead she got dressed, choosing to rob his clothes instead of using her own, and headed for the kitchen where she found Carrie, and Ash eating cereal. She crept up behind Carrie, and hugged her. "Hello, my little Kitten."

"Selina," she excitedly cried, "I didn't know you were coming over today."

"I thought I'd surprise you." She looked up at Ash, who was staring at her. "So you're Bruce's newest Kitten, I've been excited to meet you"

"Hi," she awkwardly replied.

"I'm Selina," she said, holding out her hand, which Ash cautiously shook.

"It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." She headed to the fridge, and grabbed a yoghurt. When she turned back, Ash had disappeared. "Where'd she go?"

"Bolted as soon as you turned your back, she does that a lot," Carrie explained.

"It's bad enough with Bruce," she muttered as she sat across from Carrie. "Why can't she just be like you?"

"Like me?"

"You, quite literally, jumped into my arms when I first met you."

"I was excited to see you."

"You still jump into my arms."

"I'm still excited to see you."

"And I love that." She reached across the table, and patted Carrie's head. On her way back, she quickly grabbed Carrie's spoon, and used it to dig into her own yoghurt.

"Hey!"

"You weren't using it."

"Yes I was," she protested, lunging across the table. Selena dodged, and took off running, stuffing her mouth with yoghurt as she went.  "Come back with that," she shouted, taking chase.

- - - - -

Selena slumped down onto the bed beside Bruce. "Bad day?"

"Bad week, I've been trying to get to know Ash, but I can barely get two words in before she just disappears. Where does she even go?"

"You can't force her to like you."

"Oh yes I can, I'm sure Ivy wouldn't mind lending me some of her pheromones," she joked.

"That's cheating."

"I never was one for following the rules."

"You promised not to douse anymore of my children in pheromones, not after last time."

"That was an accident."

Bruce chuckled. "We're having a movie night tommorow, maybe you could try then."

"I already thought of that, Carrie says she'll just hide behind one of her siblings for the whole thing."

"Probably, but she's usually sleepy by the end of it, and that generally makes her easier to talk to."

"Is there a reason she doesn't like me?"

"No, she just can be... odd with people. She was actually really excited at the thought of meeting you."

"Did you try talking to her about me?"

"Yeah, but she didn't really answer my questions, just kind of ungracefully danced around them."

"Has she met Talia yet?"

"No, but I expect she'll appear around soon, she usually does."

- - - - -

It was a small movie night, with half the kids out of town, or otherwise occupied, only Bruce, Selena, Jason, Cass, Steph, Harper, Carrie, Duke and Ash were actually present.

Steph won the draw, and chose the movie, Twilight, much to Jay's displeasure, the others suspected that was her main reason behind picking it, but didn't question it.

About halfway through the movie Jay gave up watching it, and left despite Bruce's demands to stay. Ash quickly took his spot beside Bruce, and lay her head in his lap. It didn't take long for Ash to fall sound asleep.

Bruce gestured for Selina to come over. She did, leaving Carrie alone on the other couch, much to her displeasure. Bruce snuck out from under Ash, and let Selena take his place, laying Ash's back in place. "I'll be back in a little."

"You sure she'll be okay with this?"

"Of course, she lies like this with Kate all the time."

"I'm not Kate."

"She'll love it, promise," he insisted as he made his way out, stopping to cover Harper, and Duke, who were snuggled up together, sound asleep, with a blanket. Carrie waited till he was gone, before huffing across the room, and snuggling in under the covers with them.

The movie ended, and Cass, and Steph left, leaving just Selena. "Kitten, are you awake?"

Carrie lifted her head from Harper's shoulder. "Yeah."

"Coming over," she asked, patting the seat the far side of her. Carrie carefully left Harper, and made her way to Selina, laying beside her, and snuggling her head in beside Ash's. Selena gently scratched the top of her head. "I love you, Kitten."

"I love you too, Mom."

"Mom? It's not too often I hear that."

Carrie grumbled something unintelligible in response.

"I will always love you, Kitten, so, so much."

"I know."

"I know you know, but I still love telling you." She leant in close to Carrie, and whispered. "You'll always be my favourite. Now go to sleep, Love."

"You're my favourite too, Mom."

"I better be, I'm the only mom you have."

Carrie soon fell asleep, her fears, and jealousy quelled for now, though Selina didn't sleep, nor did she attempt to. Bruce had told her how Ash almost always woke at least once a night, and it didn't take too long before it occurred.

Ash raised her head a little. "Bruce?"

"Hello," Selina said, causing Ash to shoot up.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know how-"

Selena shushed her, and gently pushed her back down. "It's alright, just rest."

Ash glanced to Carrie, and settled back in beside her. "How did I get here?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not."

"Ashleigh, do you not like me?"

She looked up to Selina. "Of course I like you, you're Catwoman, you're awesome."

"Then why have you been avoiding me?"

Ash thought for moment, before choosing to be honest. "I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about you."

"What do you mean? How you're supposed to feel about me?"

"Every one keeps telling me that you're an amazing mother, that'll you'll be an amazing mother to me, but I don't know if I want... a new mother, so to speak."

"I am, at least a little bit, like a mother to everyone of Bruce's kids, and if I can be that for you, I'll happily be, but if that's not what you want, you can think me as just a friend, you don't have to think of me in anyway, but just know that I love you, no matter what you think of me."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, you're my boyfriend's child, and he has a great eye for lovable children, and from the many, many stories he's told me about you, I know when I get you know you, I will love you."

"I don't know how I want to think of you, part of me wants to think of you like what they tell me. Is that strange?

"Not at all, you don't have to decide how you feel about me straight away, and I certainly don't expect you to. How about you just get to know me, and ill get to know you, and we can figure how we feel about each other together?"

She smiled. "Okay."

"Now its time to get some rest, Sleepy Head."

"Alright." She attempted to get up, but Selina forced her down again.

"Ah, ah, ah. You can lay right beside Carrie if you want, I know she won't stir until morning."

"It's okay?"

"Of course, it's always okay, you can sleep in beside me when I'm here, you can come to me with your troubles, or you can just come to me if you need some attention, everyone needs that from time to time."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, now rest, we can talk again tomorrow."

Ash shut her eyes, and was soon asleep beside her sister. Not too long after that, Bruce returned, sitting beside Selina, careful not to sit on his daughter's legs. "You talked to her?"

"We talked," she confirmed, running a hand through Ash's hair.

"Good news, I'll take it."

"Of course."

"I see you also picked up another 'kitten' as well."

"You know Carrie, she gets jealous."

"You think she'll be okay?"

"If she loves Ash half as much as I think she does, yeah, she'll be fine.

"Good. I guess you're staying here for the night."

"I don't think I have much of choice."

"No, you don't, which I guess means I've got to stay here as well."

"You better."

Bruce found another blanket, and tossed it across the trio, before sneaking his way in beside Harper, and Duke on the other couch.

The six slept soundly that night, none stirring till near noon, and when they did, a lovely breakfast had been prepared, courtesy of Alfred.

This fic has changed a lot more from the original concept then most of my fics do, but I'm so glad it's done. It feels really important to my overall story. It's brings in a lot of things I wanted, Selina beginning to be a mother figure to Ash, Selina + Carrie having an incredibly close Mother/Daughter bond, and the fact that Carrie get jealous easily, in particular when it comes to Selina + Harper. Anyway I hope you enjoyed - TBN

#fanfiction #fanfic #dc #oc #au #dc fanfiction #dc fanfic #dc au #batfam #batfam au #batfam fanfiction #batfam fanfic #batfamily #batfamily au #batfamily fanfic #batfamily fanfiction #ashleigh wayne #selina kyle #catwoman #carrie kelly #batgirl #bruce wayne #batman #robin

[zmayadw]

Hello, hello!

Time to continue. I’ll post 2 parts again, so lets begin..

First one :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 11        

Jessy came to Aurora shortly after, finding Phil and me sitting in the booth laughing and chatting. „You two are awfully cheerful.“ She said nearing us. „Hey Jessy“ i chimed back cheerfully „Well, Phil is a good company, how not to be cheerful.“ Phil grinned at her, wich made her look both of us skeptical „Yeah, yeah, if you say so.“ „Aww, sys,  dont be so cruel.“ He teased her. She made a face at him, turning to me „You ready? Im starving!“ „Ready“ i told her, taking my stuff and getting up. „Cya, Phil, thanks for everything.“ I said, smiling at him. „No worries, Maya, glad we talked. Dont be a stranger.“ He said, winking at me as he got up and went towards the bar. „What was that all about?“ Jessy asked as we left the Aurora. „Oh, nothing really.“ I replied, wich made her look at me with doubt. I quickly tried to change the subject „So, where are you taking me for lunch?“ i asked, grabing her under her arm. „I tought some junk food is what we need after last nigh, hamburgers and fries might be a good choice.“ She grined. „I totally agree.“ We walked to the hamburger place, wich wasnt far from Aurora. We sat at one of the tables, and ordered some food. As we waited for it, she told  me how Dan managed to wake up just before she left, begging her to drive his car back, and bring him some food. „He can really drive me crazy sometimes!“ she told me. „Aww, c'mon, thats why you like him.“ I teased, and she laughed. Our food arrived, and we started eating. After a while, i finaly told her, between my bites „I saw Jake last night.“ Jessy almost spat her drink. „What?“ she almost screamed „What? Where? Talk!“ I told her all about it, from the hoodie part, to where i left him standing. When i was done i added desperately „I messed up everything again, Jessy. I didnt hear him out, i was just so tired and frustrated.“ I sighed tiredly „Why is it always so hard with him?“ i paused before i said, sadness creeping in my voice „I just dont know how much more i can go on like this.“ Jessy looked at me, sympathy and care all over her face „I know, Maya. Its hard sometimes, God only knows how much.“ She started „Im just gonna say one thing. Just be totally sure you tried everything there is to get to the bottom of things with him, to be on the clear, once and for all.“ She paused before continuing „I can see how much it pains you, and i see you really care for Jake.“ „I do, Jessy, more then you can imagine. But im tired, so tired of constant fights with him, and not getting anywhere.“ „I know. And i really hope you will resolve it soon.“ She looked at me, giving me a reasuring smile „In the mean time, you can talk to me whenever you need a shoulder to cry on.“ I smiled „Thanks, Jessy. I really appriciate it, you have no idea how much it means to me. Im really greatful to have you in my life.“ She looked at me, took my hand and squeezed it „Im here for whatever.“ We continued with our food. When we wer nearly done, she oredered some food to take for Dan, and when it was done, we payed and left. As we walked back to the Auroras parking, Jessy asked me, all serious „Maya, what's going on with you and Phil?“ I looked at her „Aghh, its complicated.“ She stoped walking, and i did the same „Dont get me wrong, its non of my business“ she started „But to be honest, i've never seen Phil act like this, towards anyone. I think he's really into you, and, well, with all thats happening with Jake..“ „Dont worry, Jessy“ i said „I actually had a long conversation with Phil about all this earlier.“ She looked surprised „He knows  about Jake?“ „Not exactly. I didnt mention Jake per se, but he knows something is happening.“ I paused before continuing „I like Phil, Jessy, and he knows it. But we came to a mutual understnding about it all, so noone could get hurt in any of this mess.“ She continued walking „Aright, thats good. He is a jerk sometimes, but he's my brother, and i do wish him well.“ „I know, Jessy, and trust me, i dont want for anyone to get hurt here. I hope all will get in the clear soon.“ „I hope so too, Maya“ she said, as we came to Dans car „I really hope so, for both your sake, and the others.“ She gave me a tight hug, before entering the car, and smiled „Im here if you need me.“ „Thanks , Jessy, same here.“ She started the car, honking as she drow off , me waving her as i entered my car. Driving to the motel i tought about all that Jessy told me. I hoped she was right, and things will get clear soon. I really was torn inside. I had some decisions to make, and not an easy ones. And i was scared.

When i got back to the motel i realized i left everything in such a mess, and decided to clean it. I collected the sutff  thrown all over the floor. I grabed Jakes hoodie, burrying my face again in it and taking a deep breath. Damn, i tought, i wish i could talk to him, i need to know what will be with us. If there even is a possibilty of 'us'. And all that was going on with Phil was making me confused. My phone rang then, and i quickly put the hoodie on me before answering it. I checked the caller, it showed no number.. Could it be Jake? Then again, why would he hide his number? I answered the call „Hello?“ but there wasnt any replie. I said 'hello' few more times, before whoever was on the other side ended the call. Strange,i  tought, but decided to ignore it, someone probably just dialed the wrong number. I continued with cleaning, realizing i should get some laundrey done. I saw a self-service laundrey in town, i should wisit it tomorrow. When i was done, i decided to try and do some work. I sat at the table, opening my laptop, putting some music on. It always helped me while working, and this time wasnt any different. At some point, i checked my phone ,it was past midnight. Nice, i managed to finish on the project i took, without any interruption. I closed the laptop and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As i got to bed, i thought of Jake again. I hoped we would talk soon, i meant what i said to Jessy earlier, i really didnt know how much more i can go on like this. I sighed, closed my eyes, wishing sleep comes fast.

           When i woke up i felt quite rested. Even tho my mind was a complete mess, i had a good night sleep. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I took the laundrey, grabed the car keys and my purse and headed for town. I parked near the self-service laundry place and took the stuff from the car. Putting the laundrey to be washed, i decided to go for coffe while it wasnt finished. I left the laundrey place, and walked to the coffee shop near by. I sat at the table outside, and ordered myself a big coffee and a toasted sandwich, might as well get some breakfast since im here. I took my phone out checking for some more work and found few interesting ones. Some alone time just working might be what i need now. I checked the news feeds and mail while drinking coffe. Jessy called at some point, telling she will be going to her sister for a few days, apologizing for leaving me on my own. I told her not to be silly, that i'd be working mostly eitherway, so she felt a bit less guilty about it. She promised we'll meet as soon as she's back, wich i acceptet cheerfuly. I was done with coffee so i paid and left. I collected my laundrey, deciding to get some stuff from the store before heading back to the motel, so not to do unnecessary trips to towns center every little while working. When i was done, i got all the stuff and headed back to the motel. I putted the stuff away, and clean laundrey in the closet. I went out of the room to get some ice from the machine by the entrance to the motels office. When i got back, i poured a drink  and took my phone. There was a missed call on it, and the number was hidden. Again? What the heck, i tought. Work was calling, so i dismissed it from my toughts, and focused them on working instead. I worked till late again, before deciding i had enouhg, chrasing to bed.

The next day i spent most of it working. I stopped only to eat and drink something in peace, and i took a short walk to stretch my legs a bit. I took a shower before going to bed, luling my self to sleep with some movie on the tv.

On the next morning, after i got up, i decided to quickly go to town for some fresh coffee. I drove to town, stoping at the caffee and getting myself the biggest 'coffee to go' they had, heading back to the motel. I got back to working, but was interupted by my phone ringing after a while. I checked the phone, and smiled when i saw who the caller was. „Well, if it isnt my favorite barkeep!“ i cheerfully said in my phone. „Hello gorgeous.“ Phil answered me. „Where you hiding at?“ he asked. „Oh, im at the motel. Working my ass off.“ I told him. „I'v been lazy with it lately, so it's taking its tol on me now.“ „Aww, sorry to hear that.“ He said „But, even so, you need to take a break. Bring that pretty ass of yours to Aurora tomorrow night, we'r having a party!“ he said cheerfully, and before i could even start to protest „And i'm not taking a 'no' for an answer here!“ „Aww, c'mon Phil, thats not fair.“ i started teasingly „You took all the fun out of it! I'm good at protesting!“ He laughed „I bet you are. So, see you tomorrow?“ „Ofcourse.“ I said, adding „Hey, Phil, whats the party for, by the way?“ „Oh, right, i keep forgeting you're not from around here.“ He said. „And i tought Jessy might already told you.“ „Nop, she didnt tell me anything, and since she is with your sister, we havent really spoken much these last few days.“ „Ahh, i see.“ He said „Well, in that case, it's the Aurora's opening day anniversary, and its pretty packed for that night,with drinks being cheeper. So be sure to come early, i'll save you a seat at the bar.“ „Thanks, Phil. I'll bring myself and my pretty ass then.“ I said teasingly „Thats the spirit!“ He chimed. „Alrighty“ i said. „See you tomorrow, then.“ „Cant wait.“ He said „Laters, Maya.“ That migt be fun, i tought. And if im lucky, i might finish with work by tomorrow morning, so some fun would be like a reward for it. I continued working, and was happy that i actually finished before i tought i would.I  checked the time. It was almost 3 in the morning! Ohh, guess i would sleep till late again tomorrow. And i didnt mind. The work was done, i had nowhere to rush, some sleep will do me good. I crushed to bed, burrying myself under the covers, sleep coming almost instantly at me.

#duskwood fanfic #duskwood mc #duskwood phil #duskwood jessy

[limjaeseven]

Fill My Heart With Liquor

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,079

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunk JB, sad JB, JJP being cuties

Summary: Jinyoung finds out the day before that he's going to be busy filming on Jaebeom's birthday.

[a/n]:  Written based off of this tweet which came to my notice thanks to the wonderful fitbbeoming. They are an incredible artist, please check out their work, they deserve all the love. A huge thank you to @taetaesbaebaepsae​​​ for beta reading this fic.

“Hyung,” Jinyoung calls out to his boyfriend who’s lying on their bed, his nose buried in a book as usual.

Jaebeom dropped the book to his chest, peering over to look at the younger who was sitting on the floor with his script in his lap and phone in his hand, a tensed smile on his face. The elder had known Jinyoung long enough to tell from just the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that something was wrong.

Pushing himself off the bed, Jaebeom dropped onto the floor next to his boyfriend, groaning as a shock of pain ran up his spine, his back sore from his days of slouching in his chair in his studio.

“What is it, Nyoungie?” Jinyoung ignored him, his hands instinctively shooting to the elder’s back to massage the muscles and release all the knots, worry written on his face. “How many times do I have to tell you to stretch once in a while when you’re in the studio for so long?” Jaebeom waved the man off, turning to face him, his palms resting on the younger’s shoulders.

“Speak.”

Jinyoung’s face flashed with a nervous expression as he let out a heavy sigh.

“I have a shoot tomorrow, I will be leaving early in the morning and won’t be back before midnight. Yoo Jitae hyung isn’t free next week so we’ll have to finish filming the next two episodes before the weekend.” Jinyoung’s guilty expression made Jaebeom’s heartbreak more than the repercussions of what the man was saying. It was Jaebeom’s birthday the following day and not once in the ten years that the two men had known each other had they spent it apart, come what may they did their best to spare at least a few hours to themselves.

“It’s fine, Jinyoung, just get me a good bottle of wine on your way back.” Despite Jaebeom’s attempts to console the younger, it didn’t stop him from feeling bad about leaving his boyfriend alone for his birthday.

“Hyung,” Jinyoung whined but Jaebeom just shut him up with a peck to his lips before getting up to cook dinner for the two of them.

“At least let me cook for you tonight.” Jaebeom had been busy cutting vegetables when Jinyoung showed up from behind to wrap his arms around the elder’s this waist, resting his chin on the elder’s strong, wide shoulders. Jinyoung always found comfort in the way Jaebeom was so much bigger than him, his broad shoulders protecting him from the rest of the world when wrapped in his embrace.

“And what, let you burn the kitchen down? Just set the table, you’ll need to sleep soon anyways if you want to get up early tomorrow.” Jinyoung pouted cutely at the elder, which was rewarded with another kiss and a soft push, urging him to pull out the plates from the cabinet.

“Hyung, can’t we wait till midnight at least, that way I’d be able to wish you a happy birthday?” Jaebeom just laughed, dragging the younger to bed once they were done washing the dishes after dinner.

“You know if you don’t get at least six hours of sleep you’ll be cranky in the morning.” Jinyoung’s pout vanished as Jaebeom took his hoodie off to change into a sleep shirt, his eyes zoning in on the man’s toned chest. “Stop drooling,” A wad of cloth came flying straight into Jinyoung’s face, causing the younger to fall back onto the bed. As he pulled it away he realised Jaebeom had thrown the hoodie he was wearing at him and had already changed into his pyjamas, much to Jinyoung’s dismay.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jinyoung whispered as he fell asleep in Jaebeom’s warm embrace that night, his heart heavy as he cuddled closer to the elder. Jaebeom just ran his hand through the younger’s hair, wishing him goodnight before turning the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.

Jinyoung desperately wanted to call Jaebeom up to wish him, or at least make him breakfast before he left but Jinyoung slept through his alarm and woke up with five minutes to spare before his manager would arrive with the car. Running to get changed, the younger blindly grabbed his things, combing through his hair just to make it look presentable and throwing on a random sweater with a pair of jeans. He sprinted out of their apartment just as his manager arrived, Jinyoung climbing into the back seat, being driven off to the location of the shooting.

When Jaebeom woke up to a cold bed, he couldn’t help but groan at the thought of a birthday without Jinyoung. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and scrolled through the endless list of wishes from his friends, family and fellow idols. Youngjae called him to talk to him for a while, Jinyoung had let the younger know of the circumstances the night before and asked him to distract the elder so that he wouldn’t spend too much time in his own head.

Eventually though the younger got called away for a schedule and the elder was left alone to his own devices, which meant that he stayed in bed till noon and threw together a simple meal for brunch. He considered heading to the studio to spend some time but recalled how he’d leant the space to a producer friend whose studio was undergoing renovations.

He decided to instead drive down to meet his parents and so he shot his mother a text, letting her know that he would be leaving soon. Unfortunately, just as he was slipping on his shoes, he received a reply from her, letting him know that both of them were busy visiting Jinyoung’s parents, a tradition that had started when Jinyoung and Jaebeom started dating. Every six months, Jaebeom’s parents would go to Jinyoung’s parents’ house and vice versa to just meet and talk, the four of them incredibly close.

He tried getting a hold of one of the members to hang out with but Yugyeom was out with his friend Seungyoun, Bambam was busy in the gym, Jackson had a meeting for his company, so on and so forth. Even his offshore friends had been too busy to spare him some time. Defeated, Jaebeom decided to just play some of his favourite LPs and read, changing into his comfiest pair of pyjamas and brewing himself a nice dark coffee in order to treat himself.

Half an hour into the process though, the words on the page in front of him refused to make any sense, no matter how many times he read them and the song, even  his favourite sounded like the blandest and most offensive piece of music he had ever heard. Frustrated, he grabbed his laptop to watch some anime on it but that too only entertained him for so long.

Jaebeom looked at his phone again, realising that Jinyoung hadn’t contacted him once since morning, not even sent him a text to wish him. Even though he knew it was probably because he was busy and maybe his phone would have died because Jinyoung always forgot to charge his phone, it didn’t stop the insecurities to brew in the back of his mind, dark as the coffee in his hand.

Jaebeom had many demons he battled every day, much like anyone else, many of them stemming from his persistence to overachieve and perfectionism and the waves of self-loathing that crashed over him when things didn’t turn out the way he wanted them to or the insecurities that exposed themselves like open wounds when he failed at meeting his own insane expectations.

Jinyoung to him was an angel, a creature from the heavens who had settled for someone like him. Even though he knew that Jinyoung loved him for who he was, flaws and all, he still refused to believe that he was nearly enough.

Before he could go too deep into that train of thought and get stuck in his own head till Jinyoung got home, Jaebeom decided a good drink was what he needed to clear his mind. Looking through the fridge for two bottles of soju and a glass, he sat on the couch, letting himself relax into the cushioned seat. Nora decided his lap was prime real estate for a nap and hopped on top, nuzzling herself against his thighs as he drank a shot, the liquid burning the back of his throat as it went down.

Jaebeom doesn’t remember how much he drank or when he picked up his phone to look through Instagram. Yoo Jitae, Jinyoung’s co-star for his drama had posted a picture of him and Jinyoung together, drinking coffee on set. Seeing Jinyoung in costume, dressed in a pair of tight black jeans, an oversized hoodie and a denim jacket made Jaebeom feel a pang in his chest. He missed his boyfriend dearly and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Opening up the camera in the app, Jaebeom took a picture of himself pouting with a cute filter on, wanting to send it to Jinyoung via dm but he accidentally put it on his story. Before long, posts of fans cooing over his appearance and expression came pouring in, many asking him for the reason for his pout. Jaebeom’s drunk mind decided it was a good idea to pine for his boyfriend via instagram and posted story after story, talking about missing a part of him, never explicitly mentioning Jinyoung, of course. He had that much sense in him, no matter how drunk he was.

The pouty selfies became teary eyed ones as he quoted lines from his favourite books, one that talked about feeling empty, lost and lonely. His fans expressed concern but he immediately shut them down, calling them ‘late night musings’. Just as he was about to get fed up of posting stories too, he heard a soft knock on the door.

Jaebeom sprinted to the door, almost falling over multiple times before he made it there to open it. The elder all but fell into Jinyoung’s arms as he saw the younger standing there, smiling brightly. Jinyoung had to drag a very drunk Jaebeom back inside the house as the elder rested all his wait on the younger, refusing to let him go. Deciding to just dump him on the couch, Jinyoung fell with the elder as he continued to clutch onto the younger.

“Happy birthday, hyung,” Jinyoung whispered to Jaebeom, his phone in one hand indicating the time as 23:59. Jaebeom took a few seconds to register what was happening but as soon as he did, he resolved to smothering his boyfriend in kisses instead of answering him.

“Why didn’t you text at least? And how come you’re home so early?” Jaebeom practically whined, his words slurred. Jinyoung couldn’t help but coo at his hyung as he finally wriggled his way out of the elder’s embrace, instead sitting up on the couch and helping the elder to do the same.

“My phone died before I could text you and by the time I got a charger for it we were so busy recording I couldn’t get to it till like twenty minutes ago;” Jinyoung confessed, the guilt heavy in his voice. "As for why I'm back early, well someone decided to pine on their stories about how much they felt lonely and sad and all that jazz and I thought they were talking about me so I came here. Were they not? Should I go back?" All Jinyoung was rewarded with was a slap to his chest and a peck to his cheek.

"I did get the wine you asked for but I think that's best left for another day. Let's get you to bed, hyung," Jinyoung knew he couldn't carry the elder, so he opted to drag him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed before changing quickly and snuggling in close to his hyung.

"I love you, hyung. Good night" Jinyoung said, pressing a kiss to Jaebeom's forehead as he slept with his head resting on the younger's chest, his breathing slowing as he fell into deep sleep.

****

"Omg what was I thinking, last night?!" Jaebeom exclaimed, looking at the barrage of memes his group mates had made of all the pictures he had posted the night before. "Don't worry, I found them adorable," Jinyoung replied with a soft peck on the elder's cheek.

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Healing Touches

Cursed TV 2o2o  Lancewain Rated T and up but probably actually okay for general audience sickfic hurt/comfort  Cross Posted to AO3 here Prompt FIll Healing touches  While Lancelot is away Percival falls deathly ill. There is nothing Gawain can do for him. 

Gawain and Percival see Lancelot off. It’s almost a ritual between the three of them. Whoever is not on the mission sees the others off, day or night, rain or shine. They are, for all intents and purposes a family, and all each other has. Plus Pym, but she spends much of her time with the Red spear and her Raiders and in the medical tents, learning. Today is no different, Pym sees him off with basic medical supplies, kisses his cheek, wishes him luck and returns to her tent. Lancelot thanks her with a smile and tucks the supplies into his saddle bag. Percival hugs him tight, tells him he has to come back or he’ll track him down and haul him back by his ass and scream at him till his ears are bloody. Lancelot laughs, hugs him tightly and responds, I’ll miss you too. Gawain looks at him meaningfully, their goodbyes said in the confines of their tent, shared between their bedsheets, steps forward and embarrassed him, whispers in his ear. Lancelot responds in kind, eyes soft and understanding. Its starting to rain again, as it has been all week and likely will continue to do, as Lancelot mounts Goliath and joins the rest of the party. They have orders to follow.

With a sighs and a frown Gawain returns to the camp proper. While he would love to sit vigil with Percival, watch Lancelot and the others disappear from sight, he has duties to attend to. He is Sir Gawain, Green Knight of the Fey, Adviser to Nimue The Wolf Blood Witch, Queen of the Fey, and he cannot afford to sit in the rain and worry for his lover. They are both warriors and it will do little to help bring this war to an end. Instead he pushes away his concern and begins his rounds, leaves Percival to watch. The boy will rejoin him when he is ready, he always does. Percival takes his duties as squire very seriously and Gawain commends him for it, but the boy is still only that, a boy. Percival rejoins him around noon and they continue their rounds, helping where they can, hearing the needs and wants of the people. They help dig trenches to keep the water flowing away from the main parts of camp. Winter will be upon them soon and it is important to prepare everything they can beforehand.

Two days later Percival starts coughing. Gawain doesn’t think much of it, catching a cold this late in the autumn is hardly a surprise. He sends him to Pym for herbs to help with his cough. Percival goes dutifully and keeps up with Gawain the rest of the day, and the day after. On the third day, Gawain notes that Percival looks ill, tells him to stay in bed and rest. He’s no good to anyone sick or spreading the germs around. Percival doesn’t argue just lays back down and sleeps. And sleeps. And sleeps. Gawain and Pym check on him throughout the day. The only time he wakes is to cough, to eat, and to relieve himself. They agree it is only a cold caused by being in the rain and cold so much and do what they can to make him comfortable.

After a week though, his symptoms have worsened and show no signs of improving. Concern wiggles it’s way into the cracks of his armor, like ivy into fortresses. Gawain sits beside Percivals bed and wrings out a cloth, wetting it with cool water as he places it on his forehead. Fever sweat glistens over his skin, and chills convulse his body more violently than shivers. His teeth chatter and then they stop. He listens for his breathing, it stops on occasion for a moment, and then starts again and the instance of silence puts Gawain on edge. Percival has no appetite what-so-ever and barely wakes at all. When he does he suffers severe coughing fits that cause him to vomit, choking on lack of air and gasping, disoriented he asks after Lancelot. Gawain lies. There has been no word from the party and they were to be back the day before last.

Another week goes by and Gawain refuses to leave Percivals side. His duties can wait, Kaze, Korin, Mithela, they take over, cover for him. Check in on Percival and run questions by him, but none of them ask him to leave the boys side. Nimue has tried to heal him, but with no success. None of the medicine in camp has done more than make him comfortable or make him sleep. Now his body is too weak to do anything but sleep. Percival can barely keep his eyes open. Can barely form words. He is lethargic. Thin. His skin the color of corpses and waxy too. Gawain holds his frail hand in his own strong one, watches as he nears the edges of the river Styx. He growls at Morgana when she comes, the woman holds her hands up defensively, assures him she hasn’t come for the boy. Not yet anyways. Gawain tells her to get out. Not to come back. She obeys.

He wakes to light footfalls on the floor three days later. His neck and back ache from being slumped in his chair. When he looks up too tired to do much more, blue eyes meet him. Lancelot is soaked to the bone, the rain turning to snow this last week melting on his cloak as he stands there face contorted with a deep frown. They do nothing more than stare at one another for a long moment and then Gawain breaks. The tears he has been trying not to shed for his son and his lover both breaching the surface of carefully constructed walls. Lancelot shrugs off his cloak and belts and pulls Gawain silently against his chest. They go to the floor back to Percivals bed and stay there until the sun comes up. It's the only comfort Lancelot can give him. His own heart weighs heavy in his chest with concern for Percival.

When Lancelot tells Gawain to go to bed, to sleep, that he’ll watch over Percival, Gawain does as he's told. He knows Lancelot must be exhausted from his own trip due to the delays he still knows nothing about but he can’t shake the weariness that settles in him, around him. He lays back in his bed and sleeps. It is not a good sleep. It is full of dreams and nightmares and a thousand ways Percival, Lancelot, Pym, Nimue, Kaze - his friends die. He sits upright in his bed, breath coming harshly as he wipes sweat from his brow. He peels off his damp, sticky drenched shirt and slips out of bed. He pads anxiously around his tent before dressing and going to see Percival. The sun is high in the sky, and he isn’t sure how long he slept, but he can't help the smile that caresses his face when he enters Squirrels tent.

Lancelot is curled around the boy as though his body can shield him from whatever illness has gripped him. He holds the boy close, tucked against his chest, wrapped firmly in his arms, nose tucked against his hair. Deliberately Gawain closes the distance between them in silence and resumes his vigil in the old, well worn, chair beside his bed. When he wakes again early morning light fills the tent. He blinks sleep from his eyes and then blinks again in disbelief. Lancelot is sitting up on Squirrels bed and sitting up beside him, pressed into his chest is Percival, awake. He looks exhausted, they all do, but he is awake and speaking slowly to Lancelot who speaks quietly back. Neither seem to be aware that he is there, or at least that he is awake. But he doesn’t care. His family is here. HIs family is alive. Pym sets a hand on his shoulder and squeezes it, whispers,

“He woke up an hour ago. Won’t let go of Lancelot. He said we should let you sleep. So we did.” She smiles and joins them on the bed, hands Percival a cup of something medicinal, and both Lancelot and Squirrel wrinkle their noses and the boy tries to push it away.

“You’ll drink it.” He says, voice hoarse as he locks eyes with his son.

“Yes Papa.” Percival sighs defeated.

Lancelot smiles at him, holds out his hand to him. Instinctively he stands, takes it and moves to sit on Percivals other side. For all the blood on Lancelot's hands, it was his touch that seems to have brought Percival back and Gawain promises himself that he will cherish them always as he locks their fingers together behind Percival, supporting his weight between them. There is nowhere else in this world he would rather be, he thinks stretching out a hand to include Pym, than welcoming his family home.

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To Draw A Bigger Picture

Chasing The Flames Chapter 9

When the movie finished, Jaemin was going to ask your opinion on the movie, when he noticed you had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Just as Chenle was about to scream about something yet again, Jeno shut him up, muffling his loud voice.

" Y/N's asleep. Be quite. "

"Do you think we should wake her up? "

" It's already 11 plus. I don't think it'll be safe for her to go back home alone now, just let her sleep. " Renjun said.

Jaemin picks up Y/N, bridal style, and carries her into his and Jeno's room.

" We'll share. I'll let her sleep in my bed. " Jaemin said to Jeno.

Jeno separated their beds that were previously placed together, as Jaemin lays Y/N gently down the warm sheets.

I woke up on a warm bed with a fluffy blanket draped over me. I was clueless at where I was at, until I remembered falling asleep during the movie.

I rolled over to the other side to see Jaemin awake on his phone.

" Jaemin? "

" Y/N? You're awake? Do I need to get you anything? Water maybe? Do you want a change of more comfortable clothing? "

" Yeah, sorry. I'm so clumsy, I shouldn't have fell asleep, now I'm a burden to you. "

" It's fine, Y/N. You're not a burden, it's nice that you're sleeping over. We haven't had guests before. "

Jaemin said as he was looking for some clothes in the wardrobe.

Jaemin passes me a pair of sweats and a sweater and tells me to change in the bathroom.

When I put on the sweater I realised it was a Balenciaga sweater.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Jaemin holding up a cup of water for me, I gratefully took it and took a large sip.

" Jaemin, this is too expensive for normal people like me to wear. You should've given me something else. "

Jaemin looks at me with a comforting smile on his face.

" It's okay, Y/N. I rarely wear this anymore. It looks better on you anyways. Keep it. "

" But... "

" Uh, uh, no buts. Head to bed, or you'll be tired tomorrow. "

I climbed back into bed, secretly thankful for the good material of the clothing for keeping me warm in this chilly night.

" Jaemin? "

" Hmm? "

" Talk me to sleep. "

" What do you want to know about? "

" How did you get together with Jeno? "

The both of you were whispering, in fear of waking up Jeno who was sleeping on Jaemin's side, but I couldn't hear everything he said, so Jaemin pulled my bed closer to his.

" It wasn't a spur in the moment thing, it was more of a gradual built up of feelings, since we've known each other for a long time. We didn't really consider dating girls because of the risk, we're both bisexual. Us getting together was something that was fated to happen I guess, haha. Even though we didn't have any other choices, we never took it as a last resort. It's a blessing if you ask me, finding a sweet guy like him. He might seem aloof or shy sometimes, but he's a hopeless romantic deep inside. "

" You guys look really good together. "

" Really? Thank you. We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Y/N. "

" Goodnight. "

" You guys talked and you didn't wake me up? " Jeno shook his head in disbelief.

Jeno woke up to a scene that made him felt left out.

Y/N was cuddled into Jaemin's side, apparently the small little gap didn't do much difference.

" We should wake her up. "

Jaemin shook his head, disagreeing.

" If we do that, she'll feel embarrassed. Why don't you lie down next to me? Wait for her to wake up and act like this didn't happen. "

" She'd want that? "

" She's still confused about her feelings I think, it's best we don't push her like that, she might shy away if she wakes up to us needing to explain. She'll feel guilty. "

Jeno was grateful for Jaemin's skillful way of reading people's emotions, and laid back down the bed, an arm slinging over Jaemin's waist.

" I'd like to wake up to this again. "

" Me too, Jeno. We'll just have to wait and treat her better. "

When I woke up, I could smell a nice cotton scent, in my sleepy state, I nuzzled my nose to the source of the scent, but instead of a blanket or pillow, my nose hit something hard.

' Wait. Where am I again? '

' Dream's dorms, right. I'm sleeping on the couch? No, I remember Jaemin moved me to the bed. Wait, that's it. Jaemin's sleeping beside me. Oh shit. '

I slowly opened my eyes to see Jaemin sleeping peacefully right next to me.

I gently untangled my arms from his embrace and backed further away from him.

When I was at a safe distance from Jaemin and Jeno, I quickly got off the bed into the connected bathroom to splash some water on my face to stop it from heating up.

After checking my appearance in the mirror, I padded out of the bathroom back into their room.

The both of them were awake now, looking at their phones.

" Sorry. Did I wake you guys up? "

" Nah, we just got hungry. We have a new toothbrush in the cupboard under the sink, use it. "

" Thank you. "

When you finished washing up, you walked to the kitchen to see Renjun cooking.

" What's for breakfast? "

" Egg sandwich. "

" This looks good. Smells good too. "

" Wait till you try it, Y/N. It's the best. "

" Yes, coming from our demanding food critic, Park Jisung. "

" I got the recipe from Birds of Prey. "

" Wow, no wonder it looks and smells so good. I love bacon. "

Suddenly I felt a hand placed on shoulder, I turned my head back to see Jeno smiling at me.

" Morning. "

" Morning, you look nice, with the glasses. "

" Really? I didn't like the way I looked with them. "

" Don't worry, your fans like them. "

" Why are you so sure? "

" According to your fan accounts. "

" You've been keeping tabs on me with fan accounts? "

' Shit. I can't let him know that I'm following his fan accounts. '

" N-no. I just so happened to have read that from somewhere. "

Jeno had a knowing smile on his face, but he didn't seem annoyed that you were low key fangirling over him.

" Just text or call me if you want to know what I'm up to. "

He then grabbed an egg sandwich and sat down on the dining table.

I could feel the tension between the both of us. Or was it my own imagination?

It's probably my own assumptions in my early morning hazy mind.

" Y/N, take one. Be careful, it might still be hot. "

" Thanks, Renjun. "

I took a bite into my sandwich, the bacon had just the right crunch and the eggs and cheese were as soft as clouds.

" It's perfect, Renjun. "

" Glad you like it. "

I moved to the dining table to finish up the sandwich. When I sat down, with my mouth full of sandwich, Jeno took a photo of me out of the blue.

" Jeno! I look like shit in the morning. Why did you take a photo of me? "

" You don't look like shit. You look adorable, with your cheeks full of food. "

" Oh god... Here's comes the first cursed photo of me within 2 months of knowing you guys. "

" You haven't even looked at Jaemin's. Let me show you. "

" Yah. Stop right there, Lee Jeno. Don't ruin my reputation of being the cutest in NCT Dream. "

Jaemin said as he sat down to have breakfast.

Jeno did a puking face at him and continued eating his breakfast.

Not long after, we sat down to play Jenga in the living room.

Donghyuck was cursing at the blocks when they fell in his hands while Jeno kept winning.

When it was around noon, you packed up and papered to leave.

" I'll leave the extra groceries here for the next time you cook, maybe I'll pop in soon. "

" You better, Y/N. Before Chenle and Jisung eat everything. "

" Yah, Renjun hyung! "

As I stepped out of their dorms, I heard footsteps following me out. I looked back to see Jeno and Jaemin smiling at me.

" We're walking you to the bus station. "

" It's fine, Jaemin. It's still early, I'll be safe. Plus I don't want fans to spot us and get the wrong idea. "

" Okay, but give us a call when you're home. "

Jaemin was about to reject my idea, but Jeno beat him to it.

" Will do. "

" Bye, Jeno, Jaemin. "

" Bye, Y/N. "

I walked to the bus station reluctantly, not wanting to leave them.

" So, do the both of you consider today a success? "

" Chenle ah, you're too young to ask these things. "

" But Jeno hyung, I'm 20. I'm an adult. "

" Lele ah, you'll always be a baby in our eyes. But Jeno I think it's fine to tell him anything that's PG13. "

" I'll buy you coffee afterwards, Jaemin hyung. "

" Okay, fine. To answer your question, yes. I think today was a success. "

" Do you think she likes you guys? I think she does. "

" How are you so sure, Chenle ah? "

" Just a gut feeling. Plus, she looks at you and Jaemin differently from how she looks at us. Focus on the eyes, hyung. "

" The way you said that would've made any girl running for the hills, Lele. "

The next day I went into the office, I was greeted by Mr Kang beckoning me into a meeting.

" What's this meeting for? "

" Dream's comeback. From the looks of it based on what the marketing team has been working on, it's going to be one of the best projects we're going to be working on this year. "

After the meeting, it has been concluded that Mr Kang and I are going to be a part of the photoshoot, the stages and the music video, it's going to be my first time working with video making, making me giddy inside.

I immediately went to Dream's recording room to tell them about the good news.

As I walked in, Jeno was in the studio, recording his lines. He looked really serious and professional, just like when he modelled for you.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I thought of that day in their dorms, the way the three of us were cooking just gave me so much domestic feels towards them.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard someone call my name.

" Hey,Renjun. How's the recording going? "

" It's great. The concept is cool and we're getting both singing and rapping parts in the album. "

" Wow, that's going to sound fresh. Chenle must be really happy about getting a chance to rap. "

" Yeah, he's nervous though, he's been practicing for a long time now. " Renjun said as he points towards a rarely quite Chenle sitting on the couch, practicing his lines.

" Oh, I won't disturb him then. How about Jaemin? "

" He went out to buy coffee, Jisung and Hyuck tagged along. "

" And this is his? "

" Second for the day. "

" That boy seriously has an unhealthy obsession. "

" For now there's three things he's obsessed with, coffee, sugar, and Jeno. "

" Not a balanced meal if you ask me. "

" He never listens. It's great of you to drop by. Who are you looking for? "

" Oh, right. I just got the news that I'm going to be involved in your comeback for both photoshoot and mv. "

" Really? That's great. "

" The pay is great too. I'll take you guys out for lunch after your first win. "

" I'll hold onto that. It's lunch time now. We're ordering take out, want some? "

" Sure. "

Suddenly the door burst open, and Jaemin comes storming in with open arms and one of the brightest smiles I had ever seen, enveloping me into a hug.

" Aww, Y/N came to visit us. We missed you lots. "

" I missed you guys too, but if you don't let me go I'm going to die from lack of oxygen, Nana. "

Jaemin let's you go and opted to put his head on your shoulder, sipping his coffee.

" What did I say about too much coffee, Jaem? "

" Last one for today, I promise. "

He suddenly shoots up from his spot and goes over to the plastic bag.

" This is for you, hot cocoa. But you're sharing half of it to Chenle. "

" But...

" No buts. I won't be able to sleep tonight if your lactose intolerant acts up. "

He says as he pours you your portion of the drink.

" How did you know I was here? "

" I texted him. "

" How was your day, Y/N? "

" I just finished a meeting with the marketplace department and they decided that Mr Kang and I are going to be heavily involved in your comeback. "

" Really? "

" Yup. "

" That's great. I hope we're doing field trips for photos again. "

The way Jaemin looked at me like he has stars in his eyes was a sight to behold, but that's normal, for his natural flirty behaviour, I pushed those feelings deep down. I can't fall for Jeno and Jaemin, that's wrong, they're together.

I drank my hot cocoa in silence, a small frown tugging at the corner of my lips.

" Take out's here. I'll go collect it. "

" Y/N? "

" Jeno. Was recording smooth? "

" Yeah. Better than what I had expected. "

" Lee Jeno always has high standards. He's been cooped up in there for too long. "

" I just wanted to try different styles. I'm really hungry though, is the food coming soon? "

" Yeah. Renjun just went out to collect it. "

" Don't be too hard on yourself, Jeno. You need rest too. "

" I will. Don't worry. "

Jeno reached a hand up to pat my head as he sits on the couch opposite from me, his eye smile evident.

I really hope I'm not blushing now, it'll be too embarrassing to show up in front of them ever again if I did.

When Renjun came back with the food, I quickly placed down the money for the food and made up an excuse about a non existing meeting that needs me there in 20 minutes.

I grabbed the lunch box and left all of them after bidding hasty goodbyes.

When I reached my desk in the office, I was relieved to have got myself out of this mess that I put myself into, slumping into the office chair with a squeak.

' When will I ever get over with my schoolgirl crush towards them? '

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Kinktober Day 8 - Sleepy Sex

Pairing: Young K/Reader Word Count: 1.7k Tags: Sleepy sex, laughter, breast worship, clingy Bri, the breast worship is super mild, its mostly just soft sex, female!Reader Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

You felt Brian roll over in his sleep he wrapped an arm around you as his front pressed up against your back. His morning wood poked you and you knew that while it wasn’t that early in the morning, it would still be a few hours before he woke up and by that time, his erection would be long gone. You figured that it wouldn’t hurt to get some use out of it while he had it so you rolled over to face him. You nudged him gently to no response, you nudged harder making him groan, “Too early, go to sleep.” he mumbled without opening his eyes.

“I had an idea, Bri.” you said, hoping the suggestive tone you used would pique his interest.

“Write it down and tell me when it’s not so early.” he responded, his eyes still closed.

You sighed, deciding a more direct approach would work better, “Well, my idea was for you to fuck me but I guess that can wait till later.” at that, Brian’s eyes were open.

He pulled you closer to him, “Well you should’ve just said that.”

“I just did.” you said, a smile growing on your face.

“Well, next time, say it earlier.” he said with a smile before letting out a big, long yawn, “What time is it?”

“Bri it’s like 9:30.”

“That’s so early.” he whined, “I was hoping to wake up at like noon.”

“I mean you can go back to sleep, I can take care of myself.”

He grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, “And miss out on that? Never.”

You moved to straddle him and placed your hands on his chest, he let out another yawn as you moved, “Are you gonna fall asleep on me?” you asked slapping his chest lightly.

“Cut me some slack, I just woke up.” he said with a smile, “Maybe you can help me wake up more.” he sent you an over-exaggerated wink. You smiled and reached back to palm him, he gasped as you stroked him through his pajamas. “Well that’ll work.” he said with a laugh. You smiled at him and shifted back to straddle his thighs, you reached into his pajamas to wrap a hand around his dick. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed as you stroked him slowly. He slipped his hands underneath your shirt and moved them up to your chest, “Have I ever told you that you have nice tits?” he asked as he ran his thumbs over your nipples.

You laughed, “Yknow I can’t say that you have.”

He gasped dramatically, “Well that’s a shame.” he grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head, you lifted your arms to help him as he pulled it all the way off. He tossed it onto the floor and flipped you over onto your back, immediately he started kissing down your neck, letting his hands wander as he made his way down to your chest.

“You must be more awake.” you said, gasping softly as he put his mouth around your right nipple, using his hand to play with the left one.

He sucked gently before pulling off with a pop, “How could I not be when I have you here looking this good.” you blushed and he smirked before returning to your chest, pressing soft kisses all over each of your breasts.

You groaned, “Is that all you’re gonna do or are you gonna actually fuck me?” you asked, a hint of a whine in your voice.

“Patience, sweetheart.” he responded, slowing down his actions even more, his kisses got more gentle as he worked his way back up until he was hovering directly over you.

“Brian Kang if you don’t stop teasing me right now I swear to god I won’t put out for a week.” you threatened, hoping to get through to him.

He laughed, “You couldn’t stick to that if you tried.”

“I so could, don’t test me.”

“I’m sorry who woke who up this morning cause last time I checked you were so desperate for me that you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up on my own.”

“Well I regret it.” he laughed at that which only made your frustration grow, you grabbed his hand and moved it down to the edge of your pajama pants, “Just fucking do something.” you demanded.

He laughed again, “Yes, ma'am.” he said before slipping his hand underneath your waistband, you whined as he pressed a finger to your clit. He didn’t move his hand at all, instead deciding to let you squirm under the constant pressure.

“I thought you were tired, why are you being so evil?” you whined.

“I dunno, I guess you just bring out the best in me.” he said, watching your face contort as he increased the pressure he was putting on your clit. Finally, after what felt like minutes, but was in reality only a few seconds, he began to move his fingers, rubbing your clit in slow, teasing circles.

You whined, “Can’t we just skip the rest of the foreplay and just skip to the part where you put your dick in me.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the most annoying person on the planet?”

“Yes, actually, many times, it’s a title I’m very proud of.”

You groaned, finally deciding to end his games, you reached down and slipped your hand back into his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick once again.

“B-bold.” he stammered out, trying his best to maintain his composure. You gasped out when you felt him shove two of his fingers into you, “Payback.” he smirked as he fingered you.

You moaned loudly, the smirk on his face encouraging you to work him faster, his smirk faltered as you stroked him. Now it was your turn to smirk, you ran your thumb over the head of his dick, his hips bucked in response, you could feel him losing control of the situation. He pulled his hand out from your pajama bottoms as he focused in on the pleasure you were bringing him, you were upset at the loss of contact but finally having control over the situation was enough to keep you happy.

“W-wait, wait, ah, I’m close.” he moaned out. You ignored him and kept stroking, happy to finally be giving him a taste of his own medicine. He cried out as he came, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. “N-not fair.” he said between breaths as he tried to collect himself.

“Now that’s what I call payback.” you smirked.

He sighed and flopped over on his side next to you, “Well now how am I supposed to have the energy to fuck you.”

You pushed his shoulder gently causing him to roll backwards onto his back before reaching into the drawer next to the bed and pulling out a condom, “Guess I’ll have to do all the work.” you said as you turned back to him. You gestured to his, now cum stained, pajama pants, “I know you’re like so so so worn out from literally one orgasm but can you give me a hand by taking those off?” He yawned in response before wiggling his pants off and tossing them onto the ground. You did the same with your own pants and underwear before reaching out and grabbing his dick. He winced slightly as he was still recovering from his orgasm but you pushed him through it, stroking him slowly until he was fully hard again. You opened up the condom and rolled it onto his length before lifting yourself up and sinking down onto him. You both moaned out loudly as you took him in one go, he gripped your hips as you lifted yourself up and sank back down not taking any time to adjust. He began to get restless as you rode him, his hands roaming your body but never staying in one place too long. Finally he brought his hands back to your hips and gripped tightly to still your movements, “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I just wanna…” he trailed off before patting the bed next to him, “C’mere.” he said. You sighed and lifted yourself off of him and laid down on your side next to him.

“What is it?” you asked. He didn’t say anything in response, instead he reached down and grabbed your leg, moving it over his waist he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself in slowly.

“Wanted to, ah, be closer.” he said as he rocked his hips back and forth. He always got clingier when he was tired and apparently during sex was no exception. He began to kiss your neck, sucking soft hickies all over, you, the closeness of the position meant that you were getting consistent stimulation to your clit. Pushing you closer to the edge. His thrusts got faster and sloppier as he got closer to his orgasm, “A-are you close?” he asked, wanting to make sure that he didn’t cum without you. You nodded and moaned out as he made a particularly sharp thrust, the feeling pushing you over the edge. You clenched around him as you came, the sensation pushing him over the edge as well, he continued thrusting slowly as he rode out his high before slowing to a stop. He pulled out slowly, pulling away from you slightly so he could pull off the condom and tie it up before tossing it into the trash can you kept near your bed for this exact reason. He rolled over onto his back, pulling you with him so your head was laying on his chest. “Now we sleep for the rest of the day.”

You sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to him, “Yknow, that sounds nice.” you looked up at him to find him looking down at you. He leaned down and kissed you quickly before laying his head back down and closing his eyes. You smiled and followed suit, the both of you falling asleep quickly in each others embrace.

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Connor X Reader - Do You Dream? Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Confession

A/N – This is a redo of my last chapter because I wasn’t happy with how I ended it. Anyway, I would like to dedicate this chapter to @uh-kitty-got-wet​ because without their amazing Connor X Reader stories, I wouldn’t have been inspired to go back and fix this. So thank you so much, you have an amazing blog and your writing has so much potential; I hope you continue to pursue it.

Warnings – Mild themes of sexual violence.

Rating – M

Connor remained in place, still holding you from the previous night. While he hadn’t slept or gone into recharge, he had dreamed; his mind had weaved a perfect assortment of future desires of a life with you, sharing the domesticities of an everyday relationship. He was all too aware you would soon wake up and he’d have no reason to go on holding you. Briefly, he let himself slip back into the realm of daydreams, imagining a world wherein you’d wake up and he’d kiss your neck and you would reciprocate with a smile. The idea made his thirium pump flutter; it wasn’t too long ago that he couldn’t imagine anything at all, lacking the free-will to do so.

Slowly and reluctantly, Connor let you go, deciding he didn’t want to be told to do so when you woke up. Silently, he picked up his clothes, only putting his shirt back on, folding the waistcoat and jacket and leaving them on the bed. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows so he at least looked semi-casual. You stirred in your sleep, snuggling back into your pillows, not quite ready to wake up. Connor smiled, barely resisting the urge to kiss your forehead; he refused to have his first kiss with you while you were asleep, should it happen at all.

Stealthily Connor crept downstairs, straightening up the house on his way to the kitchen. Although he hadn’t been built as a personal carer or service android, he had downloaded a memory update full of cooking lessons and recipes.  After the revolution, Cyberlife Industries had stopped building androids and instead released updates for them so they could choose exactly who and what they wished to be; Connor had bought several carer updates so he could better care for Hank.

As Connor began preparing eggs benedict for you, he heard the creak of floorboards upstairs, indicating you were up and beginning your morning routine. By the time you were dressed and downstairs, your meal was waiting for you on the small, two-person dining table where Connor sat opposite.

“Morning Robocop,” You smiled, sitting yourself down for breakfast.

“You talk in your sleep,” He said playfully.

“Do not.”

“And you snore.”

“Do not,” You repeated more firmly.

“I could play a recording if you don’t believe me.”

“Liar, you didn’t record me sleeping,” You reached over the table, punching his arm lightly.

“Think of what the precinct will say when they see it. You’ll lose all credibility; nothing will ever be the same.”

“Whatever nerd. What about you? After watching me sleep like a psycho, did you get any?” You asked, scooping up a fork full of egg.

Connor thought of his daydreams, “In a manner of speaking.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you dream?”

Connor scrubbed a hand through his hair, “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“What did you dream of? Wait, let me guess, you dreamed of Gavin waiting for you in a saucy outfit, ready to take your bromance to the next level.”

It was Connor’s turn to swat you, “Never put that image in my head again.”

“’Kay so what’s the plan today? We got the luxury of two days off in a row, so am I on my own today or are you with me to cause some havoc? And by havoc, I mean shopping and other boring adult crap.”

“No time to paint the town red today, I have to see Hank about something,” Connor said evasively, neglecting to mention that the ‘something’ was you.

“To ask him if he’s seen saucy Gavin?”

“Please stop saying saucy.”

“Only for you Robocop,” You winked, tucking into your breakfast.

After you dropped Connor off, he went into Hank’s small house which had become just as much his own since their first case together. Although Connor wanted to wake Hank the moment you left to tell him about his unusual night with you, he waited till noon when Hank usually woke up; the last time he’d woken Hank up early had not been a good day for Connor.

Entertaining himself with Sumo, Connor waited as patiently as he could, finding mindless patience so much harder than it used to be before he deviated. Finally, Hank emerged, a faint odour of liquor that Connor didn’t approve of lingering on his breath; while he had reduced how much he drank greatly, Hank still had no desire to beat his alcoholism fully yet.

Connor straightened up, leaving Sumo belly up, clearly waiting for more petting. “Hank, good, you’re awake. How was your night?”

Hank ignored him, heading straight to the bathroom instead. When he re-emerged, he looked tiredly at Connor who repeated his question. “Cut the crap Connor. I know you’re waiting to ask me about (Y/N). Just spit it out already. What happened last night?”

While Hank prepared a mug of coffee, Connor wondered exactly how to explain the events of the previous night. Smiling somewhat goofily, he answered, “I slept with her.”

Hank’s mug smashed against the floor as he grabbed Connor by his shirt collar, throwing him against the wall. Anger seethed out of him, barely forming into words, “YOU DID WHAT?”

Connor’s LED span yellow upon realising his mistake. He grabbed Hank’s arms gently, careful not to anger him further, “Hank, please-”

“SHUT UP! I TOLD YOU TO WATCH A FUCKIN’ MOVIE. (Y/N) ISN’T TRASH YOU CAN USE LIKE THAT. IF I HAD MY GUN NOW, I’D-”

“HANK!” Connor waited till he knew Hank was really listening before continuing. “That’s not what I meant.”

“WHAT DID YOU MEAN THEN?”

“I meant that (Y/N) and I shared a bed. I asked what sleeping was like and she-”

Hank rolled his eyes, his grip loosening, “She encouraged you, as fuckin’ usual.”

Connor nodded, his LED slowly returning to its default blue, though the occasional flicker of yellow could still be seen; it never once turned red wherever Hank was concerned, for he never truly felt threatened by his father-figure. Finally, Hank conceded, letting Connor go.

“Should’ve guessed. (Y/N)’s into all that ‘experiencing life’ shit. By that tone, it still wasn’t a date. What the hell is wrong with you Connor? Couldn’t get up the nerve?”

Connor straightened his shirt indignantly. “It’s like I said, she didn’t know it was a date.”

“Jesus,” Hank cursed, leaning back against the counter. “Back in my day people knew when they were on a date. That’s it, I’m taking Sumo out, you… I don’t know, figure out how to talk to women. Download one of those stupid pack things.”

Connor frowned annoyedly, “They don’t make android upgrades with dating advice.”

Hank grabbed a coat and slipped on his coat, grabbing a lead from the coat rack. “Send in a complaint then, see if I care. Whatever you do, just treat (Y/N) right. I won’t see her hurt because of this.” He whistled for Sumo, who slowly lumbered towards him.

Connor was once again left alone, more worried than before over how too woo you, without hurting you emotionally. He thought momentarily about the roses he’d ordered that would be on your desk the next day; that made him smile, there would be no mistaking those. All he had to do until then was wait and maybe prepare a speech, should you want more than what flowers would say.

Connor grinned to himself upon spotting his roses on your desk, simply waiting to be discovered. How would you feel when you read the note that simply said, ‘From Robocop’? 

He hoped you would be pleased and reciprocate his romantic feelings, but he was fully prepared for things to go the other way; he had two speeches prepared, one for acceptance and the other for rejection. He considered removing the card several times but it was too late now, there were a few officers milling around and any one of them could see him and tell you.

Keeping himself busy, Connor headed to the kitchen to bring you a cup of green tea, stopping by the entrance when he saw you enter the precinct. His artificial breath caught in his throat, a sensation he still found odd considering he didn’t need to breathe. Resisting the urge to fidget, Connor’s eyes tracked you on the way to your desk, his lips turning up slightly at the corners upon seeing the shock on your face. You glanced around for anyone who might have left the bouquet, half-expecting it to be some kind of joke; Connor did his best to avoid your gaze, leaning casually against the wall.

You picked up the card at the centre of the bouquet, any trace of happiness vanishing from your face as you held it with shaking hands. Connor felt his thirium pump drop at your expression; he couldn’t pin what you were feeling, but it certainly wasn’t anything good. He found himself reaching for his coin, stroking it absentmindedly in his pocket as he prepared to make his rejection speech that would allow the two of you to still be friends. Taking a few steps forward, his legs felt like lead and he found he had to stop, just in time to watch you march towards Gavin who had just walked in.

Gavin smiled cheekily, “If it isn’t my pretty little-”

“Shut it,” You warned in hushed tones, glaring at him fiercely; Connor would have given anything to hear what the two of you were saying at that moment.

“What’s got into you?” Gavin sneered.

You shoved the card into his chest, “You think this is some kind of joke? If it is, it’s not funny.”

Gavin skim-read the card, his lips pressing firmly together as he re-read it twice more. He shook his head, “Come on,” He grabbed your arm, leading you into the Captain’s office.

Connor watched everything unfold in the glass cage that housed the Captain. He didn’t know what was going on, but this was so much more than his card on the bouquet. The Captain was apparently shouting, though not loud enough to be heard in the bullpen. He kept pointing at you, then yelling some more before he eventually slumped in his seat, dismissing you and Gavin while he got to work on his computer. Now that you and Gavin were facing his direction, Connor could read Gavin’s lips as he told you to wait for him while he made some calls. That gave Connor all the time he needed to approach you and find out what was going on.

“(Y/N), is something wrong? What was that with the Captain?”

You didn’t answer, instead holding out the bouquet card for Connor to read, which he did in a second.

Detective (L/N),

I know who you are and where you live.

Should you continue to hunt me, you will find me, hunting you.

Sincerely, The Fornication Flayer.

If it wasn’t evidence, Connor would have torn the card up right there. How dare that murderer use Connor’s bouquet to threaten you! Controlling himself, Connor simply said, “I’ll check the security footage and have this analysed immediately.”

You shook your head, trying to organise your thoughts, “Uh… Gavin- Gavin’s already doing that. I need to um- The Captain’s told me to go home today to check surveillance near my place. I should go.”

You took a few dazed steps away but Connor grabbed your hand, “I’m coming with you.”

You didn’t argue, instead taking support in Connor’s firm grip and fighting away any fear you held that a serial killer was now targeting you; the realisation was terrifying.

You fell to your knees, covering your mouth to fight the whimpers escaping it. Until now, you never actually believed The Flayer knew where you lived, only where you worked. Yet, as you looked around at the remains of your apartment, there was no denying that by acting as bait, you’d certainly caught his attention.

Currently, you were in the remains of your kitchen where you and Connor had been laughing a mere day before. Had the Flayer been waiting outside then for you to leave so he could get a good look at you? Between the drive to and back from the DPD, he’d had a window of exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes to destroy everything you owned, or so Connor told you. You picked up the shards of a broken vase that had been a gift from your parents when you’d first moved in, cutting your thumb on the sharp edge and dropping it.

“Careful,” Connor said, pulling you up and examining the cut. The glass crunched as he walked over it to a ransacked drawer, bringing back some anti-sceptic spray and a plaster. He took care of the tiny cut as efficiently as he’d taken care of everything else since he’d stepped into the apartment. While you had looked at the broken remnants of your life, thinking only of the damage, it had been Connor who’d updated the precinct, searched your apartment, pieced together what little he could of the puzzle, and recovered a few clothes for you to take to Hank’s where he insisted you would stay.

“What um-” You tried to get over your shock to form the necessary words, “Did you find any DNA traces?”

Connor swallowed anxiously; he couldn’t bare to tell you about the large quantity of semen that ruined your bed which was why he hadn’t let you into your room. He shook his head, going for a half-truth, stroking your hand gently the entire time, “Not even a hair or fingerprint.”

“Any more notes or anything that will lead us to him?”

“Nothing yet, but I swear, if it’s the last thing I do, I promise I’ll find this guy for you (Y/N).”

You took a shaky breath, gritting your teeth, “Not before I do. He’s gonna pay for this shit.”

Connor squeezed your hand, “Come on, Hank’s on his way up. He can deal with the Captain. Let’s go home.”

Reluctantly, you turned away from the mess that used to be your home, letting Connor lead you away; one way or another, you would make it your home again once you knew it was safe to do so.

After three weeks of working 24-7 on the Flayer case with Gavin, being guarded at work and at Hank’s by whoever was with you at the time, sleeping on a lumpy sofa, and being woke up most nights by startling nightmares that you kept quiet, you decided the only thing to do was ‘grin and bear it.’ It would be so easy to be scared and miserable, but that was exactly what the Fornication Flayer wanted from you. Instead, you defied him by finding joy in your life, taking time to smile with Connor and Hank, and persisting to hunt the Flayer with every free moment at work.

Your optimistic attitude was the cause of Hank’s irritation on your twenty-first day as his house guest. He rolled his eyes from the sofa, grumbling, “Can you two knock it off with that sappy shit? I’m trying to watch the game.”

You stopped your conversation with Connor about android-human relations, a topic he seemed increasingly interested in of late. Glancing almost boredly at the recording of the previous night’s basketball game, you rolled your eyes, “Spoiler alert Hank, we lose by ten points.”

You could almost feel Hank’s seething hatred for your depreciation of sports; ever since you’d moved in, he hadn’t had a quiet night to watch any kind of sports. “I know the fuckin’ score kid.”

“Then why are you watching it?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you in my own damn house.”

You got up to argue, though you weren’t really sure why you were doing so. Mainly, you were just bored and pushing Hank’s buttons once in a while was fun, but you also knew you were being a deliberate pain because you were growing frustrated at the lack of change in your life; while you loved both Hank and Connor like family, being escorted everywhere grew irritating very quickly.

Connor grabbed your shoulders, holding you back in a friendly manner, “Come on (Y/N), stop teasing Hank.”

You knew you ought to listen to Connor and stop, but for a moment you wondered what kind of fun you could have if you kept going. Hank saved you from making a choice by throwing up his hands, “Forget it, I’m going to Jimmy’s; there’s a new game on there tonight anyway.”

You bit your lip guiltily; you didn’t mean to chase Hank to Jimmy’s, and more importantly, you didn’t want him to go out drinking when you still held hopes of him going sober.

“Hey um…” You looked to the floor bashfully, not used to apologising often for your mischievous behaviour, “You stay and watch your game, I’ll go out for a walk until it’s over. I uh- Sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off.”

Hank sat down grumpily, accepting your apology without much complaint, yet clearly thinking about the drinks he was going to miss at Jimmy’s Bar. Connor released you, walking over to the shoe rack to get his shoes on, your ever vigilant bodyguard. Once the two of you were ready, you and Connor headed out onto the cold Detroit streets.

You sat on the bench outside the park where Hank used to take Cole. It had become something of a staple meeting place for you, Hank and Connor between cases. Looking out at the waterfront, you felt the sadness that you had tried so hard to fight building to an all-time high. Beside you, Connor watched you empathetically.

“Penny for your thoughts,” He finally said when it looked like you were going to cry.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” You sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t have to pick on Hank like that. I just got so damn frustrated… Connor, it’s been weeks and we’re no closer to catching the Flayer. What’s to say we ever will? I can’t be watched forever. I’ll go mad.”

Connor put his hand over yours, replying confidently, “We’ll catch him (Y/N).”

You looked into his eyes, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because you’re a great detective, surrounded by even more great detectives.” Connor paused thoughtfully, before adding, “And Gavin, I guess.”

At that you couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you, as pitiful as it sounded compared to your usual bright laughter.

“What did I do to deserve you, Connor?” You smiled.

Connor’s thirium pump beat anxiously against his chest. He couldn’t help thinking this was his moment to confess. He could tell you now that he loved you. The two of you were alone, the stars were out, it was a moderately romantic setting, overlooking the waterfront, and the two of you had just shared an intimate moment of confidence.

Everything was perfect for a confession, or at least it would be if Connor could speak. It felt like his throat had constricted and that no matter how hard he tried Connor could not form words past the lump in his throat.

‘Please, say something. Make this right. Don’t waste this moment,’ He silently pleaded.

Your eyebrows furrowed at Connor’s sudden silence, and you glanced at his swirling yellow LED. “Con, you okay?”

Panicked, Connor jerked towards you, crushing his lips against yours. You froze in shock upon feeling his hand grasp the back of your head to pull you closer. Quickly, you pushed him off you and stood up, backing against the shore railing.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You demanded, a hurt look clouding your eyes.

Connor stared at you, his LED turning red and betraying his emotions. “(Y/N), I- I thought-”

You shook your head as angry tears blurred your vision, “Stop. Just, stop.”

Connor blinked back his own tears, too hurt to talk.

“Do you have any idea how hard everything is for me right now, Connor? I don’t have any control of my life. I can’t go home. Everywhere I go requires an escort. Do you know how humiliating it is to have Hank stand outside the ladies’ bathroom when we go shopping? I can’t even go out for a walk on my own. I don’t have a life right now. Fuck- I don’t even have a bed.” You realised you were ranting, but you couldn’t stop as your mind tumbled into a swirling vortex of confusion.

“Jesus. Fuck. I spend every second at work trying to track a serial killer who is always five steps ahead of me.”

Connor stood up and took a step towards you, with pleading eyes, “(Y/N)-”

“No,” You held up your hand in a stop motion, “You don’t get to speak. I asked you Connor- I fucking asked if you had feelings for me.” That wasn’t exactly true, but you couldn’t help thinking of that night at the Forbidden Fruit when Connor had invited you to a ‘stakeout.’ You had a feeling it was supposed to be a date, though Connor had denied it.

“I know…” Connor replied quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

“Why did you lie?”

“I was scared.”

You wiped your eyes, covering your mouth afterwards. Shaking your head again, you spoke, “I can’t- I just can’t deal with this right now. Shit- Give me a minute.”

Connor watched you walk away, though being under his protection, you had the sense to stay where he could see you. You pulled out your phone and Connor hoped you weren’t calling Hank about this. He wondered how he could have been so stupid. Of course this wasn’t the time. If he’d have been thinking at all, Connor would have considered everything you were going through. It wasn’t fair of him to try starting a relationship with you now. In that moment, Connor found himself hating the human emotions that plagued him; if he were still a machine, this wouldn’t ever have been a problem.

Finally, your phone call ended and you were walking sullenly towards him again, though you kept a safe distance while you spoke. “We’ve got to wait here for a while.”

“Why?” Connor asked. It didn’t make sense for you to wait in the cold when Hank’s house was only a short walk away.

“Because, Gavin’s coming here to pick me up.”

“Wha-”

“I’ll be staying with him until I figure a few things out… Besides, we’re going to try working the case together, while I’m there.”

Connor felt like his world was ending. Somehow, he had chased you towards the man he hated most in his day-to-day life. How would he live, knowing that he wasn’t going to see you every day? Finally, Connor understood what humans meant by ‘heartbreak.’

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Boston Boy - Chapter 14

Kate wandered around the clean, white living room and admired the view from the backyard while Lisa followed her.  Chris came in behind them, setting their luggage down.  They were in Los Angeles for the Civil War press and premiere.  There were a lot of firsts happening on this trip for her.  First private jet ride, first time on the West Coast, first time going to a movie premiere, first time going public with her celebrity boyfriend…. She was working on not being overwhelmed.

“Welcome to my home away from home.” Chris said, walking up being Kate and wrapping his arms around her.  His hands went to her belly and he rubbed them in small circles.

“The view is pretty.” Kate said, leaning on him and laying her head back on his shoulder.  She was exhausted from jet lag and had developed a headache.

“You should go lay down, honey.” Lisa said, checking Kate’s forehead.

“Do I have time?”

“We’ve got plenty of time.” Chris said. “Ma’s right. You should go lay down.”  

“You need to take care of yourself, Kat.” Lisa said. “Chris, go lay down with her.  It’ll make her feel more comfortable in an unfamiliar bed.  I can entertain myself.”

He kissed Kate’s temple after she nodded her agreement. “Come on, baby.  Let’s go lay down.”

“I’ve got such a headache.” Kate said, rubbing her temples.

“I’ll get your Tylenol.” Lisa said.

“I have to pee again.” She grumbled as Chris led her to his master bedroom.

He pointed at the door to the master bathroom. “It’s right in there.  I’ll go grab our bags.”

“Ok.” When she came back out, Chris was sitting on the bed holding a glass of water and two Tylenol pills.  A pair of fluffy shorts and a large T-shirt sat next to him. He had changed from his jeans and sweater to a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt.  Their suitcases were sitting in and around the chair in the corner of the room. “Feel better?”

“Only my bladder does.  My head still hurts and my feet are swollen and I want to take a nap.”

“Here, take these.” He handed her the pills and water. Once she took them, he helped her to get into the shorts and shirt before easing her onto the bed.  He sat down and took her feet in his lap.  

She sighed with pleasure as he began to rub her feet. “Tell me about what’s on the agenda this week.”

“Tomorrow is the MTV Movie Awards.  Sunday I’ve got press to do all day.  Monday I film Ellen with Lizzie and later is Jimmy Kimmel Live. Then Tuesday is the premiere.”

“Then on to China?”

“Are you sure you’re up for it?  You could always fly back with Ma.” “I’ll be fine.  I’m excited for London.  It’s only a couple of days, but I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’m just worried about all that traveling and how it’ll affect you.”

“I’ll be tired, but it’s nothing I’m not used to right now.  I can’t sleep on my stomach, so I can’t get comfortable, so I don’t get much sleep. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep on one of the planes.”

“You didn’t get any sleep on the plane here.”

“I’ll figure it out.” Kate sighed and rubbed her stomach. “Being pregnant is hard.”

Chris chuckled. “I can only imagine.”

She reached out for him. “Come lay down.  Be my big spoon.”

“Happily.” Chris crawled up her body, kissing his way up her leg and then her arm.  He dropped behind her and spooned against her, wrapping his arm around her and rubbing small circles on her belly.  A strong kick to his hand made him jerk back. “Holy shit!” He laughed and put his hand back.

“Oh good, you can feel that now, too.” Kate heard him sniff behind her and she turned her head to see Chris wiping at tears running down his cheeks. “Awe, Chris….”

“Sorry.  I just…. That’s my kid.  That’s our kid.  We made that.”

“We sure did.” She turned over onto her back and covered his hand with hers as he rested it on her belly.

He laughed again as the baby kicked his hand. “Kat, I am so fucking happy.  I can’t remember ever being happier.”

Kate reached up and wiped away his tears with her free hand. “Is it just now hitting you that you’re going to be a daddy?”

“A little bit.” He ducked his head to kiss her shoulder and then rested his head there, staring at their hands on her stomach. “I’ve known it was coming.  I’ve watched you grow with our little Jelly Bean in there, but feeling our baby kick…. It means it’s real.”

“Oh, what?  I was just getting fatter till now?” Her tone implied that she was joking, but Chris still looked panicked.

“I didn’t say that!”

She giggled. “Baby, calm down.  I was kidding.” “I know, but I don’t want you to ever think that you’re fat or ugly.  You are so gorgeous and you just get more beautiful with every day that passes and I just love you so fucking much.”

“You don’t have to try so hard to get laid.” Kate poked Chris’ nose with a grin. “I’m all yours, baby.”

Chris laughed and kissed her. “We’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“This leads to sleep eventually….” A jaw-splitting yawn cut her off.

“You sleep.  If you feel up to it later, then we’ll work something out.”

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When Kate woke up a couple of hours later, she felt the familiar roiling of her stomach.  She quickly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.  Lisa happened to be walking by Chris’ bedroom door when she heard the retching.  She rushed into the bathroom and knelt down by Kate, holding her hair with one hand and rubbing her back with the other.  Chris was in the kitchen on the phone with Megan.

“I thought the second trimester was supposed to be a cakewalk.” Kate said with a shaky voice.

“That’s a myth.” Lisa said, sitting with Kate. “There is nothing about being pregnant that is a cakewalk.”

“Maybe I need to start reading those books I bought.”

“You haven’t started?”

“I’ve been tracking my pregnancy on an app on my phone.  It gives me all the details of what I can expect that week and the size of the baby.”

“That’s really neat.”

“This week, Jelly Bean is the size of a head of cauliflower.” Lisa laughed. “Chris has the app, too.”

“There’s a party in my bathroom.” Chris said, drawing the women’s attention to him standing in the doorway. “Everything ok?”

“Morning sickness that can’t tell time.” Kate said. “Now that it’s over, I feel better.”

“It was probably all the excitement of travelling.” Lisa said, getting to her feet with her son’s help.

“Thanks for being here with her, ma.” Chris said, taking his mother’s vacated seat on the bathroom floor.

“It’s my pleasure.  I’ll go see what I can cook up for dinner later.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.  I thought we could take Kate out for a little site-seeing and dinner somewhere if she feels up to it.” He looked over at Kate. “Since you’ve never been here, I thought it could be fun.”

“Only if you feel up to it, sweetie.  You don’t want to tire yourself out any more than you already have.”

“I actually feel pretty rested right now.” Kate said. “I wouldn’t mind some site-seeing with you guys.  Will it be ok for you, Chris?  I know LA is kind of paparazzi central.”

“Yeah.  I’ll just pop on some sunglasses and a hat.  It should be a good enough disguise.”

“Kate, you’ll need to put some on, too.” Lisa said. “The internet has your picture everywhere and people are going to notice you. Especially in Los Angeles.  The last thing you two need is to get mobbed.”

“I’ve got a few hats you can choose from, babe.”

“Ok.  Get your ass up and help me up.” Chris chuckled and hopped to his feet.  He held his hands out and helped Kate to stand up. When he leaned in to kiss her, she ducked her head away. “You really don’t want to do that.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll go unpack your toothbrush.”

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Chris sat on the edge of the bed and watched Kate sleep.  She had been fast asleep when he’d woken up that morning and he hadn’t wanted to disturb her.  They had gotten home kind of late the night before.  He had planned on taking her to Grauman’s Theatre, a few places on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Rodeo Drive, and maybe the Griffith Observatory.  Instead, she had convinced him to take her to Disneyland.  They had spent all afternoon and well into the night there, closing the place down. She couldn’t do any of the thrill rides, but she had had plenty of fun with everything else she could do.  They had enjoyed a late romantic dinner at Carthay Circle Restaurant.  They had been lucky to get a table, but there had been a last-minute cancellation. Lisa had spent the afternoon with them, but had left early in the evening to give the couple time together.

“Hey sleepy head.” Chris leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It’s almost noon.”

“Mmmm.” Kate tried to roll onto her stomach, but her bump stopped her and she groaned.

He chuckled. “I’m really happy that you got some sleep, but now we’ve gotta start getting ready to go.  Jenn is here to pamper you.”

She lifted her head and curled around to lay it on Chris’ lap. “I’m cozy.”

Chris smoothed out her unruly hair. “I know. If you don’t want to go to the show with me, you don’t have to.  Ma isn’t going.  I’m sure you guys can hang out here or go out and sightsee around LA.”

“I want to go, but I want to be asleep, too.”

“I promise we won’t be there long.  I just have to introduce a clip from the movie and then mingle a little bit.”

Kate nodded and moved to sit up.  She ended up facing Chris and gave him a smile before leaning forward and nuzzling her head on his shoulder.  He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “Am I really going to the MTV Movie Awards tonight?”

“Seems like.”

“I used to watch them all the time when I was younger.”

“They were a lot more exciting back then, right?”

“They really were.  I think the last decent one I remember seeing was the one that Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jack Black hosted.  Or maybe it was when Justin Timberlake hosted with that guy from American Pie.”

“You know Justin lives down the road from me?”

“Really?  I might go for a walk tomorrow.  Which way should I head?”

Chris laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Good thing he’s married.  You would win him over and I might lose you to him.”

“Oh, you definitely would.  I’m a hardcore NSYNC fan.”

“Don’t tell Shanna that.  She’s hardcore Backstreet Boys.”

Kate giggled. “Ok, I guess I’ll get up now. I’m going to brush my teeth before I go out there, though.”

“Ok.  I’ll wait here.” Chris laid down and stretched out in her vacated spot.

“Well, that’s not fair.  Why do you get to lay down?”

“Because I’m not getting my hair and makeup done.”

“You should probably rethink that.  The camera is definitely going to pick up how hideous your face actually is, then.”

Chris laughed loudly, covering his chest with his hand as the rest of his limbs levitated off the mattress.  He turned on his side and propped his head up on his hand. “Maybe I should let you go out and introduce the clip?  You’re already gorgeous.  That hair and makeup is only going to make it stand out more.”

“Pretty sure I would disappoint all your fans.”

“Just the female ones.  The male fans might try to steal you away.”

“Well, I’m also pretty sure Jelly Bean is a big deterrent to other guys.” She turned and walked into the bathroom while Chris just grinned at her.

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The place was loud and full of beautifully dressed celebrities.  Jenn had dressed Kate in a fashionable blue dress that was off the shoulders and hugged her body from her shoulders to her knees.  It made her bump stand out.  She was wearing a pair of black, peep-toe pumps that had four-inch heels.  Jenn had teased her hair and then put it into a low side ponytail.  Her makeup was done very naturally and dewy as a request from Chris to just show off Kate’s natural beauty.

Kate gripped Chris’ hand as they walked through the backstage area behind Megan, his publicist.  The place was actually outdoors this year.  Everywhere they went, people stared inquisitively at her.  Chris waved at and talked to some of the celebrities, always introducing Kate.  Some of them were friendly to her, others just nodded and ignored her.  She was starting to feel like an outsider and it was making her cling to Chris as her insecurities started to creep through her.

“Captain Little Ass!” An unmistakable, loud voice called from a few feet away.  They turned to see Anthony Mackie making his way over. “Bring it in here, bro!” The two men hugged tightly. “Congratulations, man!  Welcome to the daddy club!”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed. “Mackie, this is my girlfriend, Kate.  Kate, this is Anthony Mackie.”

“I’m a hugger.” Mackie warned, bringing Kate into a tight hug. “Congratulations to you, too!”

“Thank you.  It’s lovely to meet you.” Kate smiled as Chris wrapped his arm around her waist.

“This dude talks non-stop about you. Seriously, the Avengers group chat has been non-stop Kate talk.”

“Oh, god.  That’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed.  We’re all really excited for you guys.  And he has nothing but great things to say about you.”

Kate looked up at Chris lovingly. “That’s so sweet.”

“So, when are you due?”

“July 22nd.” Chris and Kate said in unison.

Mackie laughed. “Not too much longer.  You’re almost in your third trimester, then.”

“Yes.”

“Are you excited?”

“Is that the same thing as nervous?  If so, then yes.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.  If you need any advice, my wife, Sheletta, would be more than happy to help you out.  She pretty much adopted Chris the moment she met him, so you’re family now, too.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“What am I saying?  You’re getting hit with advice left and right, I bet.”

“A little bit, but I’m just trying to listen to my body and my doctor.”

“That’s the best thing.  Every pregnancy is different.  You do you, girl.”

“Chris, Josh Horowitz wants to do an interview with you and Mackie.” Megan said.

“Oh, uh….” Chris looked at Kate, not wanting to leave her.

“I’ll guard her.” A deep, Australian voice said from their left.

“Hemmy!” Chris and Mackie yelled.  The three men embraced and Chris turned back to Kate. “Kat, this is Chris Hemsworth.  Hemmy, this is my girlfriend, Kate.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Kate said, shaking Hemsworth’s hand. “I’m not gonna call you Hemmy.”

Hemsworth laughed. “It’s ok.  I’ve tried to get them to stop, but they’re assholes.  Look at you!  You’re bloody gorgeous.  Has Evans figured out that you’re out of his league, yet?”

“Oh gosh!” Kate blushed profusely. “I am way out of my element right now.”

“For the record, I figured it out a long time ago.” Chris said. “But she keeps choosing me, so I’m not complaining.” He kissed her quickly. “You’re in good hands with Hemmy.  I’ll be quick.” She watched him walk off with Megan and Mackie.

“How are you feeling?” Hemsworth asked.

“I’m ok.  I actually got to sleep last night.” Kate said, turning to look up at the tall Australian.

“Evans gushes about you and the baby non-stop.”

She laughed. “So I’ve heard.”

“We’re all really excited about it.  He’s going to be such a great dad.  We’re all really excited to get to know you, too.”

“That’s so sweet.  You and your wife just had twins, right?”

“We did!  They’re almost two years old now.”

“Congratulations.  That must be terrifying.”

Hemsworth laughed. “It was a bit of a shock at first, but we absolutely love it.”

“I’m sure it’s fun being outnumbered.”

“You’ll find out eventually, I’m sure.”

“Oh, we, uh…. We haven’t talked about that.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry.  Please, ignore me.  I talk too much.”

“No.  It’s ok. Really!  I mean, I’ve known that Chris wants kids plural.  I am a fan of his and I’ve seen his interviews.  I think you guys did one for Age of Ultron talking about him wanting kids after babysitting yours.”

“Good memory.”

“It’s just that…. Well, this one was kind of a shock, so I haven’t even thought about anything past this one.”

“I’m sorry.  Evans said that it wasn’t planned.  I just stuck my foot in my mouth.  I hope you’re not offended.”

“I’m not.  Really, I’m not.”

“Just the way he talks about you and the future….” Hemsworth shrugged sheepishly. “Topic change?”

“Sure!”

“Are you excited about going to the premiere later this week?”

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be.  You’ll have a blast.  I won’t lie and say the first time isn’t intimidating, but once you get over the initial insanity of it all, it’s actually quite fun.”

“Will you be there?”

“No.  Thor didn’t get invited to the war.  Besides, I’ve got press to do for this movie.”

“Hey, how do you handle people wanting to know every detail about you?”

“Deflection.  You give them just enough to think they’re actually getting something juicy, but in reality it’s just something they already know just rephrased.”

“I have no idea how to do that.”

Hemsworth laughed. “Honestly, I have no idea either. My wife gets annoyed with me sometimes because I think I always manage to give too much away.”

“I’m really glad I’m not a celebrity.  I don’t know how you guys can do interview after interview with the same questions.”

“Oh, that’s easy.  The more bored I get as the interviews go along, the more insane my answers get.  I kind of feel sorry for the reporters at the end of the day because they’re just getting complete bullshit out of me.”

Kate laughed. “Chris told me he gets kind of crazy at the end of junkets, too.”

“Marvel stopped letting us interview together because we were just the worst.”

“It’s true.” Megan said, joining the conversation. “I got so many calls about the shit that came out of them, I could’ve wrung their necks for it.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but it was too much fun.”

“Thanks, Hemsworth.” Megan laughed. “Chris is just finishing up and he’s got to go do his intro.  If you want to watch, there’s a green room we can go to.” “I was heading there, too.” Hemsworth said. “I’ve got to meet up with Charlize and Jessica.”

“Can I go to the bathroom first?” Kate asked.

“Again?  You just went when we got here.” Megan said.

“She’s pregnant, Megan.” Hemsworth chastised. “She can’t help it.”

“Right.  Sorry. Come on.  There’s a bathroom in the green room.”

“Thanks.” Kate said. Hemsworth fell into step next to Kate and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Told you I would protect you.”

“Thor to the rescue.”

“Always, fair maiden.”

Megan led them into the building that housed a large, plush area that was also filled with celebrities.  She pointed out the restrooms and promised to be waiting right outside the doors.  Hemsworth told Kate he wouldn’t leave the room until he’d gotten to see her again before heading off to join his castmates.

“Have you seen her yet?” A voice asked as two women walked into the bathroom.  Kate had just gotten settled on the toilet.

“Yes.” The other woman said. “Clearly she got pregnant on purpose to keep him around.”

“You think?”

“I mean, why else would he choose to stay with someone so fat and pathetic?  She looks like she’s going to burst out of that dress at any moment like a can of biscuits.  It’s gross.”

“I don’t know.  She’s kind of cute.”

“Please!  She’s a complete stalker.  There’s no way they met by chance.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you actually believe she was just there on vacation by herself?  Who even does that?  That’s just sad.  She totally went to Boston to stalk her celebrity crush and managed to fool him into sleeping with her.  Now she’s got him trapped playing house.” Kate felt like she’d been hit with a ton of bricks.  They were talking about her.  She peeked through the slit in the stall door to see if she could tell who the women were.

“You sure you’re not just mad that you didn’t think of it first?”

“I would never allow myself to get pregnant to keep a man.  I’m not desperate like that.  That’s just over-the-top, trailer-park trash skanky.”

“Well, he’s with her now.  What can you do about it?”

“I was actually hoping to run into him tonight. See if I can’t get him to scratch an itch one more time, if you know what I mean.”

“You two were definitely hot together.”

“You have no idea.  I bet he’s so bored with the porker that he needs some excitement in his life.  You know, I almost regret breaking it off with him.”

“Why did you?”

“I got bored.  Besides, he was starting to talk about marriage and I just wasn’t feeling that.  I will say that the thing I regret most about the breakup is giving up the sex.  He is great in bed.” The woman laughed harshly. “How the hell he can find where to stick it in all that fat is beyond me.  Seriously, how did that cow get him to sleep with her?  And who does she think she is coming here with him?”

“You’re just mad he never brought you anywhere.” Megan’s voice said suddenly.

“Megan!”

“Finally dumping your fame hungry ass was the greatest thing Chris ever did, Minka.”

“Fuck you too, twerp.” Minka and her friend stormed out of the bathroom.

Kate felt her face getting hotter as tears fell down her cheeks.  The woman talking shit about her was Chris’ ex-girlfriend, Minka Kelly.

“Kat?” Megan called softly.

Kate didn’t answer as she felt her throat constrict with overwhelming emotions.  The things Minka had said were vile and hurtful.  Kate tried her hardest to not let others’ opinions of her bother her too much, but to hear someone discuss her private life and be so vicious towards someone they didn’t even know was awful.  And there was a little voice in the back of her head that wondered if it was all true.  Had she trapped Chris because she wouldn’t have an abortion?

“Kat, I know you’re in here.” Megan said.  Kate sighed and got up off the toilet.  She adjusted her dress and walked out. “Oh, Kat, I’m so sorry.  Minka is such a bitch.” “Clearly.” Kate spat.

Megan handed her a tissue. “Please don’t listen to her.  Chris adores you.”

“I don’t stack up to her, Megan.  I don’t stack up to any of the people in his life here. We’ve been living in this little bubble and I forgot for a while, but being here…. Seeing these people…. Seeing her…. What the hell am I doing here?”

“You’ve got it all wrong, Kat.  They don’t stack up to you. Trust me.  I’ve been with Chris a long damn time and I’ve seen them all. Minka may be pretty on the outside, but she’s an ugly person on the inside.  She’s just jealous.” Megan hugged Kate tightly. “Seriously, she was the absolute worst thing on the planet for Chris.  She’s a fame whore.  She jumps to an ‘it’ guy and rides his coattails until the next ‘it’ guy comes along. Chris actually thought they had something, but she was just leading him on.  He finally realized it the second time they dated and he dumped her.”

“What about all the others?”

“There’s really not that many, Kat.  And trust me, none of them have what you have.”

“And what is that?”

“Chris’ heart.  Seriously, that man is head over heels for you in a way he’s never been before.”

“You didn’t hear what she said, Megan.”

“Not all of it, but I heard enough.  I’m so sorry, Kate.  This is all my fault.  I got distracted and completely missed her coming in here.  I should’ve headed her off.” Kate glanced at herself in the mirror and groaned. “Don’t worry about it.  Chris should be done and we can leave now.  He doesn’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to.  I just want to go home.”

“Ok.  We can definitely do that.”

Megan helped Kate clean her face up as best she could.  It was clear that Kate had been crying, but at least her mascara wasn’t running down her cheeks anymore.  When she finally felt presentable, she followed Megan out of the bathroom. Glancing around, she spotted Chris talking to Minka across the room.  Her hand was on his bicep and she was laughing at something he said.  Kate’s stomach dropped and fresh tears welled in her eyes.

“Fuck me.” Megan snapped emphatically.  Lucky for her, Hemsworth was nearby. “Hey, Chris, can you take Kate to where they’re keeping the cars?  She’s not feeling great.  I need to go get Chris.”

“Of course!” Hemsworth walked over and wrapped an arm around Kate’s shoulders. “Come on, sweetheart.  Let’s get you out of here.”

“Thank you.” Kate said, her voice wobbling as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Pregnancy sickness is no joke.  I’m sorry it’s ruined your night.” He rubbed her arm affectionately. “Evans will get you home and you’ll feel better in no time.”

“Thanks.”

Hemsworth got them to the loading area and let the valet there know that Kate was with Chris Evans.  The valet rushed off to get the driver out there quickly.  Kate was having a hard time keeping the tears at bay and now her morning sickness was actually trying to rear its ugly head. Thankfully the car got there quickly and Hemsworth helped her in, telling her he hoped she felt better soon.

Inside the green room, Megan marched over to Chris and Minka. “Seriously?” She snapped at the tall brunette. “You seriously have the nerve to walk over here and talk to him after all that?”

“Whoa, Megan!  What’s going on?” Chris asked.

“Kate was in the bathroom while your ex-bitch here talked shit about her.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know she was in there.” Minka said, her tone implying that she didn’t care Kate had heard everything.

“Who the fuck cares if you didn’t know?” Megan snapped. “You don’t know her and you have no claim on Chris, so you shouldn’t even be opening your mouth.  The things you said about her were fucked up.”

“Seriously?” Chris growled.

“It’s not my fault if she can’t handle people talking about her.” Minka defended. “I was just repeating what I’ve heard. Maybe she shouldn’t have set her sights on someone so out of her league if she can’t take people talking about her.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“After all I meant to you, you’re going to speak to me like that over her?”  

“You mean absolutely nothing to me.  Kate means everything to me!  Try spreading that shit around instead of the bullshit you’re spewing.”

“Chris….”

“We’re done here.  Stay away from me and my family.  Megan, let’s go.” Chris turned and marched off with Megan rushing to keep up. They passed Hemsworth on the way and he let them know Kate was already in the car.  Chris picked up his pace and practically ran to the car.  Kate was sitting in the back trying not to hyperventilate. “Oh, babe, I am so fucking sorry.” Chris wrapped Kate in his arms and she began to sob. “Please don’t let her get to you.  Please, baby.  She’s a piece of shit.” Kate couldn’t say anything.  She was too overcome with hurt and anger and it wasn’t helping her keep her morning sickness at bay.  Megan ordered the driver to pull over and Kate barely made it out of the car before she was sick on the side of the interstate.

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Chris laid beside Kate and watched her sleep in the darkness.  He didn’t know exactly what Minka had said.  Kate hadn’t been coherent as they drove home and she had decided to just go to bed when they got to their house.  Lisa had tried to get her to talk while she’d helped her clean up and get into her shirt and shorts, but Kate just hadn’t felt like talking.

He reached over and placed his hand on her stomach, hoping to feel the baby move. “Did I trap you, Chris?” Her voice startled him.  He thought she’d been deep asleep.  

Then the meaning of her words hit him. “What?”

She pushed his hand away from her. “I did, didn’t I?  Because I wouldn’t have an abortion, you felt obligated to stay with me.”

“I think you forgot about the two months before we found out….”

“I’m sorry, Chris.  I’m sorry for invading your life.  It’s not what I meant to happen.”

“Stop it.”

“But it’s true!  You were living your life and then I just showed up and….”

“Made everything brighter.  You made my world better, Kat.”

“How did I do that?  I said from the beginning that I’m nothing special.”

“And I said from the beginning that you are extraordinary.  You haven’t done anything to prove me wrong.”

“The things she said…. Are people really saying that about me?”

“Who gives a shit?  Nothing anyone says is going to change how I feel about you.”

“I’m just a nobody fangirl who met the celebrity she adored and fooled him into loving her.”

“Is that how you really feel?  Or is that a conditioned response?”

“Conditioned response?”

Chris sat up and turned the bedside lamp on. “Kat, your father spent years making sure that you felt like you were never going to be good enough.  You spent years in therapy trying to recondition yourself to think otherwise, but you’re going back to that old way of thinking right now.  Do you remember what you said to me in Boston when I was worried about people being mean to you?  You were so confident in yourself then.  You said that you had heard it all about yourself and it wasn’t going to bother you.  Where did that Kat go?” “She was wrong.  It does bother me.”

“Why?” “Because my father was right.  I’m not good enough, Chris!  I’m not good enough to be your partner.  I’m not good enough to….”

“Stop it!”

“Look at how I reacted tonight!  That’s not how someone in a relationship with Chris fucking Evans should react to anyone talking shit about her.”

“How should she react?”

“She should have walked out of that stall and told Minka to go fuck herself.”

“And why didn’t she?”

“Because I’m not her!  I just sat there and listened to it and I didn’t stand up for myself because I feel like maybe she was right.  Maybe I did trap you because I wouldn’t have an abortion.”

“Take your pass.”

“What?”

“Take your pass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m giving you a hormone pass.  Take it.”

“You think this is just hormones?”

“I know this is just hormones.  Baby, you had a rough night and you’re allowed to feel shitty, but I need you to take the hormone pass and come back to me, ok?”

“Chris….”

“Take the hormone pass, damn it!”

She blinked at him for a moment. “Ok!  I take the hormone pass!”

“Thank you.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I love you, too.” Chris stopped for a moment and stared at her.  He seemed to come to some conclusion and smiled to himself. “Kathleen Amelia Allen, I love you.  It is insane how much I love you.”

“Sometimes I really believe that insane part.”

He reached over and pulled out a little wooden box from the nightstand on his side of the bed.  He opened it to reveal a beautiful and unique engagement ring sitting in dark blue velvet.  The white gold ring was an art deco style with a European cut diamond set in a square-shaped halo of French cut sapphire accents.  A pear-shaped natural sapphire sat on either side of the square. “Kat, I bought this in Savannah after I left Richmond.  I bought this only three weeks after we met.  I was wandering through town waiting for you to get off work so I could call you and I saw this in the window of an old antique shop.  It just screamed your name.  I walked in and bought it because I knew one day, I wanted to give it to you.  I bought it well before I knew you were pregnant.  I’ve carried it with me everywhere I go since that day just waiting for the perfect moment.”

“You think me having a mental breakdown because your ex said some nasty things about me and made me realize how big and different your world actually is, is a perfect moment?”

“Uh…. Actually….” His resolve wavered for a moment, but he pushed it aside and continued on. “Yes.” He wove the fingers of his free hand with one of hers. “Kat, I have never in my life felt about anyone the way I feel about you.  Now is the perfect moment for you to understand that.  You didn’t trap me.  I’m exactly where I was meant to be and I’m asking you to be there with me, too. I’m asking you to marry me.” Kate opened and closed her mouth a few times, not finding the right words to come out. “I’m going to set this right here,” Chris kissed her hand and leaned over her to set the open ring box on her nightstand. “You don’t have to answer me tonight.  Or tomorrow. Or the next day, or the day after that…. But the question is there to be answered when you’re ready to answer it, ok?” She nodded. “Let’s go to sleep now?” Kate nodded again, laying on her side and letting Chris spoon against her back.

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[canaryatlaw]

well today was better than yesterday I guess. less crying, though I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I woke up at like noon or so and had a bagel which was enjoyable, and everything kind of stewed for a while there. I managed to sneak enough time to watch this week’s Batwoman episode on my laptop with earbuds in because I definitely couldn’t watch it anywhere anyone else could see it. I liked it, the beginning was fucking heartbreaking, and then some really good scenes throughout it, and props to them for making Kate actually have to deal with her trauma and ptsd from the choices she’s made, so I enjoyed that. I think making the choice for Mouse and Alice to stay in Arkham and rise up there instead of breaking out was highly interesting as well, and I’m excited to see where they go from there, so definite props to the show for making at least some good choices. the rest of the day was pretty slow, a million people keep bringing us food so we ended up having dinner outside on the patio and god my brain keeps betraying me when I was thinking to type just now that we all had dinner on the patio my brain was like “well it wasn’t all of us because we were waiting for Dad to come home” like barely as a subconscious thought and then there’s a stab in my gut when I remember he’s not coming home, this is it, this is my family forever. 5 people now, not 6. and all of that is just really hard to deal with. but anyways. we were talking about handling financial stuff and how to deal with the law office, because in order to own a law office you have to be a lawyer licensed in that state, so you can only inherit one under those conditions, which my mom who would be the first choice doesn’t meet, my older brother does but he’s also currently employed as an ADA and he can’t own what is essentially a defense firm and at the same time be employed by the government as a prosecutor, so he would have to leave his job and take over the firm, which was always going to be the plan somewhere down the road, we just didn’t expect it to happen now. so he has to figure out what he wants to do on that. the other options were like installing another lawyer we trust to run the practice while keeping them on a fairly short leash, or to sell it or combine in with another practice, and when we got to that point in the conversation my mom started crying and saying that is never what Dad would’ve wanted, and he spent so much time building up the practice and all the good will he has with people she doesn’t want to see it just sold off, so we of course comforted her and said ofc we’d never do anything that Dad wouldn’t have wanted. it’s an odd dynamic, dealing with this stuff with my mom, because of course she’s still the parent in the situation, but both my brother and I are lawyers who know the technicalities of it much better than she does, and I don’t want it to be like we’re being patronizing or making decisions for her when that shouldn’t be happening. she’s stressed because of the life insurance apparently not being what we thought it was, but we’re still looking at that, so it’s basically all a big stressful mess. we were also going to have the small family only funeral at the end of this week but ended up postponing it till next week because our pastor’s mother who’s in her 90s just got tested and they don’t know what’s up yet so we’re just wanting to be extra careful on that. what I’m supposed to do with my life until then is anybody’s guess. It’s only been two days so I guess there is still plenty of time to do it, but I’m surprised we haven’t gotten word of the courts suspending cases for another 2 weeks to a month based on the stay at home order being extended to May 30th, so part of me thinks they might just be going “fuck it” and opening them on May 18th as planned right now. if that happened that would probably put me at staying her for like 2 1/2 more weeks and then going back, and I’m just really not sure what I want here, I mean without work I don’t have any real pressing reason to go back to Chi, and my family obviously wants me here as long as possible, but I’m just not sure that’s going to end up being a good choice for me because I feel like I need time to process and grieve on my own because living here with them is not my life and it’s not what I’m supposed to be adjusting to, so I feel like staying here for an extended period of time might not be the right answer, but at the same time with things how they are for now at least I can’t really just tell my family that I’m ditching to go back to Chi when I have no job responsibilities when we’re all still trying to figure this stuff out here. so yeah, it’s a lot to think about and some big decisions to be made, but I guess we’ll see how things work out. sigh. anyway. after dinner I sat with my mom a bit watching hgtv shows as she likes them and then at 9 pm watched the new Legends episode (which actually having to wait until 9 pm for was such an offense), which was of course rightly hilarious and perfect in just so many ways. I know there’s been a lot of back and forth on what is the best format for the show (silly vs dramatic, supernatural vs reality, etc.) but I will say I’ve really enjoyed this season so far. of course that’s partially hampered by my anger/sadness about Ray and Nora leaving (because FUCK PHIL KLEMMER) but they’ve had consistently good performances by everyone else (especially for Zari, fuck Tala is so ridiculously talented and is hands down the best actress on the show, and that’s coming from a die hard white canary fan. she just blows every single scene out of the water and it’s insane to see). I was curious as to why Sara got sidelined tonight, being that she is my favorite character ofc, and in the past when she’s been sidelined there’d been a story reason for it or an IRL reason for it, but I couldn’t really find one here?? It just kinda seemed like the writers went “meh” and didn’t want to write a story arc for her so they just shuffled her to the side. and like I’m sure they’ll use it going forward for the whole Sara developing her superpower thing, but it definitely wasn’t necessary. oh well. after the episode the news was on for a bit and then we switched over to family feud which was fucking ridiculous, and at some point just ended up talking to my brother about things, especially what had gone down on Saturday since I wasn’t here to see it all. and like, yeah it’s stuff I want to know, but it’s all just so heartbreaking because it doesn’t make any sense, he was doing so well and then out of nowhere he was just gone, and I’m having trouble grasping how it all just happened so fast. and as much as my brother annoys the shit out of me sometimes (which he does, a lot) I think he is going to be very helpful going forward and figuring all of this out. he’s always been a total asshole about money, even when it wasn’t his money, so I’m slightly concerned about that, but so far it’s been good so I’m just praying that remains the case. and yeah, a bit after that I headed upstairs, showered, and started getting ready for bed, and now I’m here and it’s almost 1 am and it’s not like I have any reason to wake up early but I should still probably be getting to sleep, so I’m going to do that now. Goodnight loves. Hope your day was a good one.

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[sabine-leo]

After posting the first Oneshot inspired by Toms commercial that nearly killed us all I got another request from @disneyoncerlover815 to do another version of it.  I might have went a bit overboard...I hope you don´t mind ;)

Author: @sabine-leo

ONESHOT

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader 

Genre: FLUFF, SMUT, hints of roleplay

Wordcount: 1697

 Living The Dream...

Tom had been back since yesterday evening after a tiring leg of filming. You knew that the first days after getting home were a bit tricky for him. Especially when he had worked in a different time zone. So, you were not overly surprised when you woke up to an empty bed next to you. It was still very dark and the clock told you that it was 2 in the morning. Sometimes you thought it was strange that you slept through when Tom was not home but woke up when he was and had left the bed in strange hours of the night.

 Tom was no different, the both of you seemed to have some kind of connection that went into alarm mode when the other half of your heart was not as nearby as you´d like. Sitting up in bed you stretched a little and saw Bobby lift his head from his bed in his favourite corner of the room.

“Go back to sleep Bobby, I´ll just take a look where Tom is”  

Bobby huffed as if he wanted to say -Silly humans, don´t wake me up when you go wander around the house in the middle of the night-

Grabbing Toms discarded T shirt you put it on, not because you were uncomfortable to walk around the house totally naked but you had made a habit of stealing his shirts when he was home. Tom didn´t mind, actually he was quite happy that you liked to be engulfed by his scent and liked to have him near, even if it only was his shirt that hugged you now.

 Slowly walking down the stairs you strain your ears to listen where Tom might be and hear a soft thud of a cabinet being closed in the kitchen. Smiling a little you continued forward and where thankful for the build in night lights at the staircase and the soft glow coming out of the kitchen. You weren’t in any need to turn on the big lights that way.  Slowly coming around the corner, you had to stifle a laugh.

 Tom was sitting on the countertop, only in his boxers, ankles crossed. The only other item on him were his glasses. His hair was tousled and curly. In his hands was a bowl with his favourite cereal. He was quietly munching away and hadn´t noticed you leaning in the doorframe.

“Well…” You said softly, Toms head snapped up and he almost lost the grip on the bowl.

“…This doesn´t look exactly right to me!”

 Another spoon full of cereal halfway to his mouth stopped and a puzzled look build on his handsome face for a second. “Oh, sorry love…I shouldn´t sit on the countertop?!” He asked unsure but grinned with his boyish charm. You laughed a little and shook your head.

“Nope…” Tom frowned.

“You want me to share MY cereal?” He tried again but you shook your head another time.

 “No, eat away…but I must say, I thought I would wake up to find you in a suit, with a fitted shirt and an apron fixing my breakfast!”

 Tom blushed and set down the bowl “You saw the commercial already?!”

You grinned “perks of the internet being fast and your dedicated army of fans spreading it with the speed of lightning” Tom laughed out loud at that and ruffled his hair.

“Eheheh…well…” He jumped down from the counter.

“You know you probably have caused some casualties with that ad!?”

 Tom grinned and held out his hand to you. You walked over and let him take you into a sweet embrace. “I purely had good intentions with it…and I do hope they take their vitamins now!”

He kissed your forehead. “So, I did disappoint you just now? Not prepping breakfast at 2 in the morning, in a suit, with a fitted shirt and an apron?”  

 Laughingly you stole a kiss from this silly human that held your heart.

“No, I quite like finding you in a heavenly state of undress and tousled hair sitting in our kitchen!”

Tom looked at you with an arched brow and said in his ad voice.

“ON our kitchen and….You look great! Even with your bedhair!”

“Hey!” you laughed and looked pointedly at his own very tousled curls. Tom just grinned and kissed you slowly and kept you close throughout as he walked you to the table and lifted you to sit on it.”

 His hands opened your legs before they glided upward and he stepped into the space he had created.

“I was a bit busy for the last weeks…” he twisted the words from the ad between kisses he PEPPERED ONTOP of your lips. “But…erm…I will make it up to you….NOW…I promised!” His voice dropped with every word and he had you ready and wanting after saying that. And by the mischievous grin on his face he knew it!

 Like in the ad, your hands lifted to straighten his collar, only that you could stroke his skin instead.

Mhhmmm you liked that better! Tom chuckled and looked at you with his beautiful eyes and snapped forward to bite your lower lip while his hands found their way under the shirt and guided it upwards. Your arms lifted and he only stopped the kiss to strip the shirt over your head. Finding your lips again the moment they reappeared. One arm of his came around you and guided you to the edge of the table as his other hand took a hold of your breast to squeeze it slightly. Gasping softly, you stroked down his muscled back and shoved his boxers down a bit to free his firm behind.

 “nah ah darling!” he chastised a little and stepped back. Taking you in in all your naked glory. He took two chairs for you to set your feet on to sit a bit more comfortable. The gleam in his eyes promised something wicked coming up! And as he kneeled down and looked up with his head between your thigs you gasped and Tom just chuckled darkly. “Lean back love, I am here to make good on my promise!”

 And then he DID. JUST. THAT.

He went to town and sent you to heaven! He knew how to get you off with his talented tongue in no time and you were a panting, whimpering mess within minutes.

Toms tongue swirled around the little bud of nerves and pressed against it a second before dipping into your heated core only to repeat everything again, pressing in harder this time.

“TOM!” you panted as you came apart and held onto the edge of the table.

Tom hummed in pleasure but those vibrations set of another wave of lust and you collapsed onto your back, not able to sit up any longer with all your muscles tensing in your core.

 You felt cool air greet your heated core for a second before fabric rustled and you felt his wet tip grazing your soaked folds. “Ready for me darling?” Tom asked hoarse and helped you to sit up again.

His eyes dilated and darkened told you that he was as aroused as you were.

“Oh yes..” you gasped and looked into his eyes as he began to push in.  

His lips crashed onto yours in a heated, passionate kiss while his hips found a mind shattering rhythm that had the both of you panting out breaths in no time.

 Tom held you with one hand at your hips and one at your lower back. He guided you even more to the edge of the table as his thrusts got faster and harder, chasing the sweet release he had craved for weeks while being away. Breaking the kiss to take a deep breath, he rested his forehead on yours and looked into your eyes. “I love you!” You mouthed and that sent him over as he crashed his hips against your thighs in a last deep thrust that made you cum again too. He moaned and clenched his jaw as his head fell back and his muscles tensed in his upper body for you to admire. You could feel his lust pulsing into you in hot waves as he gasped in another breath.

 “Darling…” he said as he had gotten enough air into his lungs to speak again. “..I love you too!”

He grinned and stole another kiss, this one softer and slower than all before.

Tom engulfed you in his arms and hoisted you up. You were still entwined and he carried you with gasps at every step he took to the shower you had in the bathroom downstairs.

 Later in bed again you cuddled up to his naked form next to you and said

“The commercial was great, but having THIS with you is even better. Waking up to find you in your boxers in our kitchen is MY personal favourite ad of our lives together!”

Tom chuckled and kissed you. “You never know whom you´ll find…maybe one day Loki is there to prep breakfast for you!” He teased, knowing how much you loved that particular character he played.

 “Are you telling me that we´ll roleplay in the kitchen?”

Tom grinned and nodded. “Maybe…”

“You need to film more ads like that if you get ideas like this afterwards!”

 The both of you laughed and went to catch some more hours of sleep as long as it was still dark outside. Totally knackered you slept in till noon, only to get woken by a sloppy kiss…

You opened your eyes to find Bobby on his front paws on the bed looking at you.

“Oh Bobby…you should not do that!” But you cuddled him. Tom was already up again it seemed.

After washing and dressing casually you went downstairs.

 Rounding the corner, you stopped dead in your tracks.

 “Heeeey…” a dark voice begun. “Morning…”

Still frozen to the spot you took in the sight before you.

“I finished my duties for the realm early…so I thought I´d pop back and make you lunch.”

Before you stood Loki, black haired, in his leather and in all his royal glory.

 Oh, this was so much better than the commercial….

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