#Quick Tips on How to Keep Trail Camera from Being Stolen

[duskholland]

Okay but fwb!roommate!Tom and you trying to have sex, but Harrison or one of Tom's brothers is staying for the week and no one knows you're hooking up?

au: fwb!roommate!Tom

18+ !!!! contains nsfw material. extended warnings beneath the cut.

warnings: unprotected shower sex. please practise safe sex!! condoms act as barriers against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy. 

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When your flatmate Tom had asked if he could let his brother, Harry, bunk down at your place for the week, you’d been quick to agree. What you hadn't realised in your naivety was that you'd just signed up to the week from hell.

It’s not that Harry’s a difficult guest to have. Really, it’s quite the opposite: Harry is a lot quieter and neater than Tom, and he at least knows how to keep the kitchen tidy. He’s sleeping in Tom’s room, and whenever you’re home he’s either stolen away in there or he’s laying out on the couch, but he keeps to himself. He’s nice - friendly and warm, just like Tom - and you guys get along fine.

Just… Harry is an exceptional cock-block, and it’s beginning to get on your very last nerve.

To be fair to him, Harry doesn’t know that there’s anything going on between you and Tom. And really, there isn’t anything going on - you’re just friends with benefits who happen to live together. You’ve known Tom for years, and it had made sense to move in together for your third years of uni… Just like it had also made sense to act on that thick sexual tension that’d been hanging between you like a dark cloud.

So sometimes you and Tom shag. Usually in his room, or your room, sometimes in the shower, a few times on the couch… And it’s electric, and consuming, and completely fulfilling, but now his brother Harry is staying and you can’t seem to find the time or opportunity to jump Tom like your body aches to.

“Stop it,” Tom mutters. You’re sitting beside him on the sofa, watching one of Harry’s latest short-films through the banged-up tv that rests on the coffee table.

“Stop what?” You whisper, a smirk in your voice.

“You know what.”

You’ve got your hand resting on Tom’s thigh, beneath the blanket that covers you both. You’re pulled nicely into his side, his strong bicep keeping you close to him, and the position makes it oh so easy to just...let your hand wander up and down his inner thigh. You wouldn’t risk anything else - not with Harry sitting so close - but you’d be lying if you said you don't enjoy watching Tom’s jaw clench and unclench, his cheeks slowly rounding out with a pale pink blush.

“I miss you,” you mutter, tilting your mouth so it’s near his ear. Your eyes flicker out to Harry, and you note he’s still wrapped up in the scenes on the tv, so you add, “It’s been five days since you’ve fucked me, Tom. We haven't gone this long in forever.” 

Tom swallows, his eyes skittering over your face, and his gaze darkens as he takes in the aroused glint that dances in your stare. One of Tom’s hands wanders up from your shoulder to push some hair from your face, and he replies quietly, “You’re going to have to wait another two days.” 

You almost release a frustrated groan, but you remember to bite it back at the last minute.

“C’mon, Tom,” you coax instead, fluttering your lashes. “I know you want to.” Your hand twitches further towards his cock, and you can feel the strain on the material of his jeans. “Just one, quick fuck? Please.” 

“We can’t. He’s always around.” 

“Can’t you just… make him go out?” 

“You think I haven’t been trying?”

“Well, can you try a little harder-”

“You guys know I can hear you whispering, right?” 

Harry joins your conversation and you startle, an embarrassed smile curling around your lips. 

“Sorry, Harry,” you reply, hoping desperately he hasn’t heard the words of your conversation.

“What are you saying?” 

Tom clears his throat. “Just, uh, complimenting your camera work,” he lies, giving his brother a forced smile. “Hey, what was that technique just then?”

You tune out the conversation and remove your hand from Tom’s thigh, crossing your arms over your chest instead.

The rest of the evening passes by just as frustratingly. You try to corner Tom in the corridor, only to hear Harry approaching right when your lips were almost on his, and then Tom tries to bend you over the counter in the kitchen, but of course, Harry decides it’s the perfect time to grab a cup of tea. It’s so fucking annoying, and eventually, you call it a night and run away into the bathroom to sulk in the shower. 

But you aren’t alone for long. 

Just as you’re getting the final shampoo suds from your hair, you hear the bathroom door open and you jump, clutching at your chest. Your eyes make out the familiar figure of Tom through the fogged-up glass, and you relax as you call out, 

“Being a creep again, Holland?” 

His short laugh brings a smile to your face, and you watch as his blurry figure sheds his clothes in record time. You step aside and pull open the cubicle doors, inviting him into the warm space, and the moment Tom’s beside you, he’s got his lips on yours and you’re being pushed against the tiled wall.

“Shit, you’re eager,” you mutter, reaching up to curl your fingers into Tom's hair. Water droplets spray from the showerhead, loosening up Tom’s hair and causing it to slowly curl up into loose waves, and you enjoy the feeling of his wet strands wrapped around your fingers. He kisses you intensely, his hands running easily over every curve of your soft skin, cupping at your boobs and your hips and grabbing at your ass until you’re moaning quietly into his mouth.

“Shhh, love,” Tom mutters. He kisses you again for good measure. “Harry’s waiting for me next door. Don’t make any noise.”

“Better be quick, then.” 

Tom settles closer, and you wrap your arms around his toned torso as you continue to kiss him. It feels so good to have his lips moving over yours, and you enjoy the feeling of him pushing his tongue into your mouth and kissing you messily. After a few moments, he steps in again, and you feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Tom mutters, one of his hands trailing down to settle between your legs. You part your thighs further, allowing him to push two familiar fingers into your entrance. They sink into the knuckles and you whimper, your sensitive walls pulsing around him as he fucks you open quickly. “Missed feeling this fuckin’ pussy. Gonna be so tight for my cock, aren’t you?” 

You can only mewl in response as you buck your hips down to meet the tips of his fingers. 

“You want me to fuck you, eh? Right in this shower?” 

You grab at Tom’s shoulders and nod profusely, your body burning with desire.

“Please, Tom. Fuck me.”

“Shit, of course.”

His hand disappears, but before you can complain about your neglected pussy, Tom’s got his fingers on your waist and he’s carefully turning you around. Your shower has a series of shelves set into the wall, and they make the perfect handholds, so you settle your grip there and press out your ass, arching your back seductively. You throw your head over your shoulder and meet his dark, heady eyes, winking at him cheekily. 

“C’mon then,” you tease, grinning wider when Tom runs his cock through your slit. “Made me wait long enough, Tom, might as well- shit.”

Your taunts are cut off as Tom enters you in one slick thrust, and as he bottoms out, you groan in sync. The water drags your sounds away down the sinkhole, and you clench your fingers around the shelf. 

“So good,” he praises, his voice a whimper. Tom waits a few moments before pulling out and then entering you again, settling into an easy rhythm that satisfies you both. “Missed this so much, babe.”

There’s water flying everywhere, and the bathroom is echoey and noisy, but you don’t care because it feels so fucking good having Tom inside you again. He bends you over further, one hand on your waist as the other grabs at your ass, and you start pushing back against him to meet his thrusts, loud mewls falling past your lips every time he curves just right and nuzzles up against your g-spot.

“Tom, Tom, shit, I love your cock, keep going.”

It’s messy and he’s rough with you, but you love it. Love the burn of his hands grabbing at you, and the rough sounds of your wet skin slapping together. The sensations of his cock pounding into your desperate cunt makes you whimper, and it isn’t long before you’re bringing your hand down to fiddle with your clit.

“There you go, rub your clit for me, Y/N,” he says, his voice strained. “Getting so close, I want you to come as I fuck you.” 

Your bud pulses as you rub it harshly, feeling Tom’s thrusts growing sloppier as his quiet groans fill the room. He pushes you right to the edge, and then you find yourself falling over it, your body rolling around in arcs of pleasure as you try desperately to suppress your moans and whimpers. Tom curses, and you feel his cock twitch inside your pulsing walls as he empties his load into you. He fucks into you until you’re whimpering and panting, and then he’s quick to pull out and grab your waist and pull you flush against him, his lips finding yours as you moan into his mouth from surprise.

“That was so good,” he tells you, his eyes wide. Tom pulls away from your face, his tender gaze skittering out across your face. “I really missed being with you, Y/N. You… You’re incredible.” And there’s a softer tone to his voice that you’ve never really heard before, but you like it.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Tom,” you reply, licking your lips. You reach up and press your hand to his shoulder. “I missed you-”

“Y/N? You alright in there?”

For the second time this evening, you find the voice of Tom’s brother startling you. Harry’s concerned words drift in through the wooden door, and your eyes widen as you realise you’ve been taking a very long shower.

“Yeah! All good!” You call back, ignoring the way Tom looks incredibly amused as you flounder.

“Are you sure? I heard some noises…”

You curse, and you reach back to finally turn off the shower. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, sorry. I was just… singing.” 

Tom’s really enjoying himself now - a big cocky smirk on his lips. You scowl at him and push playfully at his chest, only to have him wrap you up in his arms and press a series of soft kisses to your shoulder. 

“Right, okay.” Harry falls silent for a moment, and Tom presses a long, teasing kiss to the base of your neck. “If you and Tom can hurry up, I’d really appreciate it. There’s only one bathroom in this flat.”

Tom freezes, and you exchange wide-eyed expressions of alarm.

“Shit.”

[calpops]

falling facade | c.h.

part nine: falling fires

part one: falling flowers | part two: falling freedom | part three: falling fears | part four: falling failures | part five: falling fame | part six: falling feelings | part seven: falling forces | part eight: falling fractures

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“I told you,” Arden whispered when morning came and the storm the paparazzi brought was drowned out by filtered sunshine. “Just needed to rest it.”

Calum was relieved to find she was moving about with much more ease than the night before; her fall on the sidewalk swarmed by flashing cameras looked much worse than it really was. Calum now figured part of the problem was shock; the unexpected growing crowd and being closed in had shaken her much more than the fall or the twist of her ankle. She woke before him but Calum had to wonder if she really slept at all after the debacle. He had held her close the entire night, had drifted and woke when she shifted. Now she stood at the edge of his bed with her hair piled on top of her head and one of his sweatshirts stolen and hanging off her frame for the morning.

“Why don’t you keep resting it and I’ll get us some breakfast?” He asked and sat up, rubbed at his tired eyes then used one hand to pull her close and hoped it would coax her back into bed. “Can swing by the diner and get your favorite.”

The promise of a cinnamon roll was enough to get her to settle back in. Duke clamored his way to her from his perch at the end of the bed where he liked to keep a lookout out of the door. Calum slipped on some decent clothes and bid them both a goodbye with kisses to their foreheads and left with a smile as they snuggled back in together. The morning felt much lighter than the night though new weights hung over their heads. Calum would have to negotiate with management to make his promise to Arden come true. No more paparazzi walks. He’d propose more social media posts to even the balance. He didn’t hold his breath or his hope that they would go for it, but he had to try. He made it to the diner and relished how quiet and calm it was compared to the club. He ordered at the counter but let his gaze flicker over to their booth where a crayon drawing had been created. It was still stuck to his fridge. After ordering his phone began buzzing, notification after notification pouring in. His eyes couldn’t keep up with the flickering screen but key words and names jumped out at him.

He went stiff and silent as he pieced it together. An interview they had done during their week of promo was exploding on its online publication. His words were plastered across headlines and taken terribly out of context. They were glaring and put a pit in his stomach. The crowd last night, the article going live along with cherry picked photos of Calum “leaving Arden in the crowd” and the timing of them all put together reeked of management. With numb hands he pocketed his phone, accepted the order from the kind waitress and headed back for his car, all the while fearing what Arden would think and if she might understand his words weren’t real. They were twisted and contrived into something he would never mean. He ran for the door as soon as he was parked in the driveway. He was about to rush to the bedroom with food still in his hands but stopped short when Arden was on the couch, Duke held to her chest and a despondent look capturing hazel.

Calum tossed the breakfast on the counter and went to her. She pursed her lips and though it seemed as if she was harrowed by his words and the way they were used against them, she reached for him. Discarded her phone and was thankful to see the article disappear as it locked.

“You know I didn’t say that right? Not like that. They took it all and twisted it. I’d never—“ Calum began but Arden shook her head and cut him off.

“I know you wouldn’t. I’m not stupid. And I trust you. Fuck, I was probably even there when you said what you actually said”—she shifted up and made room for him to settle in beside her—“I know we haven’t defined what we really are but… you wouldn’t say or do that.”

At first she was certain. Voice steady and breathing even as she rationalized and talked through the words that sank low in Calum’s stomach. And then she fell into the spiral and let it sway her certainty and fray her thoughts.

“Would you?” She asked and Calum could see the regret flash across her face the moment the words left her lips.

“No,” Calum was quick to put her small doubts to bed. His fingers trailed her jaw and coaxed her to look at him. Reminded her with a gentle touch of all that they were and all that was fake. “We’re together, Arden. I’m not waiting to start touring to see how things pan out. I’m not gonna leave you behind.”

“Together?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Calum said with a soft smile and easy glide of fingertips along her soft cheek. She pressed into the touch and let out a sigh, kept questions in her gaze and begged him to further explain. “I’ve wanted to be with you since the kiss on the dance floor. I thought it was decided that afternoon at the art gallery. I guess I never officially asked though.”

“No, you didn’t,” Arden responded and twisted the fake ring around her finger. For a second it didn’t feel so fake. For just a heartbeat Calum could picture it being real.

“Will you be my real girlfriend inside of our fake engagement?”

The question got Arden to giggle and it was music to Calum’s ears. The mood was lighter as she pretended to contemplate.

“Well I don’t know about that,” she said around a laugh and silenced when Calum kissed her, reminded her of why she should know. “I think my yes is obvious. Ever since Vegas. Especially since the art gallery.”

Calum couldn’t cut back the grin that consumed him or stop himself from leaning in to steal another kiss. She was supple and sweet and calm worked its way back through them. The chaos of the past night and morning was starting to shatter and for that Calum was grateful. Arden knew the headline was contrived. And now they both understood each other and the way they were defining what was between them. A real relationship veiled by a fake engagement. There were still hurdles to surpass, still truths that needed to be told, still forces that needed to be fought. But for now they had each other unquestionably.

“Why now?” She wondered aloud as the kiss ended and another notification lit up her phone screen discarded on the coffee table in front of them. “It has to be management. They’re starting the split aren’t they? It’s only been five months. I thought we had more time, why now?”

Calum shook his head, pressed a gentle kiss to her neck and rested against her shoulder. “I don’t know.”

Her fingers found purchase in his hair and lightly ran through it, the motion calming for both of them. “They’re making it seem like you’re not interested anymore. I thought it was supposed to be mutual. I thought we had an entire year before we had to worry about it. But now that we’re real…”  

“We’ll talk to them tomorrow,” Calum decided; he’d put an end to the flames, make sure paparazzi walks were a thing of the past, the truth was a fleeting thought in his mind but it was squandered by fear they may use it as ammunition against them. “We’ll get it figured out. I’m not going to let them ruin us.”

Calum felt a nod from Arden and the way she settled her chin on the top of his head. She was warm and her arms were comfortable. Rarely did Calum seek out such a form of affection and comfort; so used to being the one to hold his arms open, her embrace and hold was refreshing and reassuring. Calum remembered her whispered plea to go home during a promo day—to Calum’s place—and realized that right here, in her arms, with lips pressed to her skin, was home for him. She was his comfort; the certainty to the questions and the calm to the chaos. Two different four letter words he hadn’t felt in a long time. One was here. Home. One sat heavy on his chest and burned in the back of his throat. Love.

There was a fear that it was too soon; they were moving too fast and Calum was merely blinded by the lights and mixing realities. Then there were the years they spent coexisting. The remembrance of things past that only highlighted everything he felt in the present. Paintings in hallways and teasing initials and nicknames in melodies and nights spent in her bed. Maybe, it really was love at second first sight.

***

Once headlines were forgotten and Calum had words with management; an agreement reached to lean back on time with paparazzi and some expletives over the twisted words, Calum and Arden found alone time together once more. The diner brought back blushing memories and a sense of normalcy and ease. Hair fell in her face as she scribbled on a menu once more and words of a painting sat on the tip of Calum’s tongue but he held them back and enjoyed the subtleties of her happiness. A slight smile upturned the corners of her mouth and the backlight of the sun set her in a glow that made her a work of art.

Calum’s phone rang on the laminate table top and Arden only spared a second to glance over as he rolled his eyes at the device and silenced it.

“Anyone important?” She asked and ducked back down to her work in progress.

Calum sighed, the sound was tired and a bit exasperated. “Not really.”

“That doesn’t sound convincing.”

He rubbed at his jaw and contemplated how to tell a truth, not wanting to leave Arden in the dark or omit anything. As many lies as they lived Calum needed honesty between them to even out the balance.

“It’s just…” he began and felt trepidation dance up his spine. She looked up at him, arched eyebrow and a gentle gaze telling him he could share. “An ex. She’s texted and called a couple of times since that headline came out. I thought she’d get the memo when I ignored them all. I’ll block her.”

“You don’t have to,” Arden said around a laugh and reached for his hand. “You know you could just talk to her and tell her some form of the truth. I had to with Brett.”

“Brett?” Calum asked, the name jarring something inside of him, setting something at unease. “Your ex? Who dumped you? Married your best friend in Vegas?”

“All of the above,” she confirmed and rolled her eyes—a huff leaving her in the same second.

A sense of protectiveness and perhaps a bite of jealousy ran through Calum. “He’s married.” His tone carried messages of what does a married man want with you and stupid Brett all in one.

“Was married. Guess they called it quits a month in. Maybe he had the same idea as your ex once that headline hit,” she explained, thumb running over the back of his hand to say words she hadn’t spoken. “I told him it was taken out of context. That we’re happy. He hasn’t called again.”

Calum warmed at the happiness part, felt his heart flutter and four letter words come back full force. He bit his tongue, pocketed his phone and decided to deal with both of those situations on another day.

“Good,” he said and regretted the word as it was laced with obvious disdain for the man he only knew in passing. But Arden’s airy giggle and lit up eyes told him his distaste was funny and he could maybe get away with being so openly against him. “I’ve never liked that guy.”

Calum knew the statement was outlandish as ‘never’ didn’t have two legs to stand on. Never was only Vegas. Only a ceremony and a passing moment at the reception. But from Arden’s words he assumed never could be from the moment she and Brett met. During their relationship when she’d find places like their diner to get away and not be with him. He wondered if they’d been in touch during those lost years if he truly never would have liked him.

“You don’t even know him,” she said but kept her smile and a fondness in her tone. “It’s okay though, I’ve never liked him either.”

Her nose crinkled to show her own distaste for the defenseless man and now it was Calum’s turn to laugh.

“Then why’d you date him?” The question slipped out before Calum could think better of it.

“So he would dump me and marry my best friend, thus making me need a date to their wedding and you giving me the pity I wanted. Why else?”

“An elaborate scheme,” Calum declared and brought her hand up to kiss. “I’m impressed.”

Arden licked her lips and pushed her newest place mat drawing towards him, tapped her fingers on the tabletop and launched into a serious explanation he wasn’t expecting. “I was really lost in university. I lost touch with Michael and my parents. I guess… he was just there when I pushed everyone else away. It went on way longer than it should have, he kind of ‘encouraged’ it, kept me busy and away from them. The only times I really talked to them was through phone calls in diners when I got away from him. He dumped me when I told him I was leaving university and I might go home. But I didn’t. I guess I just couldn’t face them yet. Tried to warn Viv about him, guess she learned on her own.”

Calum felt winded. The new information about her escapes left him heartbroken. It answered questions—why she never visited, why Michael didn’t talk about her much, why there was a strong disconnect between her and her parents. He could see she was trying to mend fences, build back what they had and find herself in the process. Find her family and where she fit into it. Calum knew Michael and her parents would always leave a spot for her. She just needed to reach for it. The fear of disappointing them made more sense than ever. Calum was going to tell her that opening up to them as she did with him would be a good starting point.

“You know,” she said suddenly and broke the solemn mood that befell them at her Brett explanation and stopped Calum from voicing things he didn’t have a say in—she needed to find her own way back to them. “You haven’t told me anything about your ex.”

Calum scoffed and waved a hand through the air to try and downplay it. “It was ages ago. Hardly anything to tell.”

“Oh come on, there’s got to be something. I just spilled my heart out. Your turn.”

He shrugged. Realized he had been keeping his previous relationship bottled up; his first true heartbreak still sat heavy with him at times. But it was Arden and the light that followed her that took the weight off him, made him question if it was really even love and if it wasn’t, then how could it be heartbreak?

“Things just didn’t work out between us. I think we both tried but it wasn’t right. I had to make the choice to end things before we came to resent each other. I don’t think she understood, I probably didn’t give her enough closure. I just needed to be done. I needed to move on.”

Arden nodded and broke her hold on his hand, picked up the crayon again and mumbled, “I think you have a call to make.”

“You don’t mind?”

She shook her head and spared him a glance. “Once you give her the truth and some closure I have something to give you. It’s back at my place.”

Calum smirked and excused himself to call her back. He stepped outside and braced himself as the phone rang. It came as a surprise when she answered and understood and wanted him to be happy; whether it was with her or with Arden. He told her it was Arden. He told her they ended because things weren’t right, something was missing and moving on to try and find it was what was best. After a moment she agreed. Thanked him for the call and wished him well. Arden came out of the door when he ended the call, offered her hand and a sympathetic smile. He pulled her into his side and held onto what he knew was right, to all the missing pieces he had been searching for. Calum felt his heart ease at the closure he could give and the colliding paths that found each other.

“You said you have a gift for me at your place?” He asked with a tilted smile and arched eyebrow.

“Don’t get your expectations too high. It’s just a little something.”

***

A little something was presented to Calum under secret circumstances. Arden rushed to her room and kept him out, came back out with her hands behind her back and a bitten lip. Calum cocked his head to the side and approached her slowly as a faint blush captured her cheeks.

“It’s actually two things,” she amended and presented one to start with.

Covered in cloth and rectangular Calum had no guesses  before his hands enveloped it. The first touch told him all he needed to know, a grin grew on his face as he removed the cloth and stared down at the sunset. The same sunset that was in the Clifford’s hallway. The original work of art that sprinkled renewed memories through Calum’s mind and made him realize he had always known and understood Arden, even in fleeting moments scattered through their childhoods.

“This is the real one?” He asked, just to ensure his assumption was correct and his memory was reliable.

“My mum sent it. I figured it’d be better off with you than tucked away into the guest room.”

He took a moment to admire it and relish in the memories it so vividly painted in his mind. Arden edged a bit closer to him, let her own eyes peek at the paint and quietly brought her other offering out from around her back.

“It isn’t much. I haven’t painted in years but you and your blank wall were begging for something.”

Calum chuckled at her remark and took her words in jest as he swapped with her and uncovered the new painting. His breath caught in his throat and eyes fluttered back up to her as she swayed back and forth, weight from one foot to the other as she watched his reaction. The canvas was painted with what was real to them. The diner was abstract but recognizable. Silhouettes in the windows represented them and Calum lost his words in the meaning.

“If you don’t like it I could paint you another beach,” Arden murmured, a note of panic and apprehension cracking her voice at the end of her sentence. Calum quickly shook his head, wanting to put those doubts at ease as soon as possible.

“It’s perfect,” he said and felt honesty fluttering his heart, moving him to set it on the coffee table and pull her close instead. She did the same with the waves on canvas and welcomed his embrace. “Like you.”

A giggle left Arden in a breathy and unbelieving way. Calum knew his words were cheesy but he also knew if she wasn’t perfect then she was perfect for him. Those four letter words came crashing back into his being and the tip of his tongue at the taste of sugar gracing him. He’d never tire of the sweetness.

“I’m ready to tell my parents,” she said as a whisper against his lips, her soft hands gliding through his hair and down to the tops of his shoulders. “It’s my turn to give the truth, isn’t it?”

Calum minutely nodded, felt the brush of sweetness against his lips again. Let shadows dance behind closed eyelids, the low lighting creating intimate images. The day had faded and nighttime crept up on them in a full moon and one window to cast slight light through to them.

“How about in the morning?” He mumbled, eyes still closed and seeking sweetness, a want for something else lingering between them.

“Okay,” she said and lifted herself to the tops of her toes, smirked into a kiss and set out to discover more pieces of each other.

His hands found her waist with ease, hers settled feather light on his jawline and footsteps carefully backed them away from the living room and toward her bedroom door. It was a trip made many times before, one that Calum knew like the back of his hand. The small distance to her bedroom had been walked before but there were still lines that had yet to be crossed. Calum felt electric with her touch, familiar with her warmth and the way her body fit so nicely against his. Her back hit the bed and he hovered over her, kissed places he already knew and wandered to ones that were exciting and new. She was pliable in his hold and receptive to his every touch, he savored every second as the night slipped by in needy sighs and new highs they had never reached before. And in the morning when they woke between the sheets with tousled hair and purple painted skin Calum nearly let one four letter word slip out.

He bit his tongue and tasted her, held his breath as she rolled over with contentment written on her face as her eyelashes fluttered. He was met with hazel in new light, a smirk that replayed the feeling of her lips against his skin and a sigh that sounded reminiscent of his name and more wrapped around it. When her hand roamed back to his hair and her fingers brushed through his messy tresses he could almost feel the pull and reveled in the attention. He noted the marks on her skin, the way they clashed with delicate ivory and painted a retelling of the night before. Calum grinned when she pouted and leaned in to say good morning in a way he usually did.

With his lips pressed to her forehead he asked, “Breakfast?”

She made a noise of agreement and slowly sat up, the sheet covering her reminded Calum of a panicked morning in Vegas. Except this morning was calm and cloudy, hazy with leftover lust. She reached for his shirt that was sprawled out on the end of the bed. It was the only article of clothing that didn’t end up on the floor.

“Can I borrow your shirt?” She asked with wide eyes and a playful smile.

“Nope,” he laughed and sat up with her. He kissed her shoulder. “Topless breakfast.”

She turned with a fake glare and grabbed the shirt anyway. “You go topless this time. I will next time.”

“Alright, but I’m holding you to that,” he promised and reached around to help button it. “Say, tomorrow?”

Arden laughed and shook her head. “You wish.”

As she vacated the bed Calum called after her that he did and waited a second—a little too wrapped up in his own thoughts and finding his pants thrown into the corner—before chasing after her. He met her in the kitchen where his shirt hung off her smaller frame and made him glad she had asked to borrow it. Though he still felt his idea would be even better. She pulled out cereal and offered him some.

“I’m gonna call my parents today, when it’s good their time,” she said around a bite then nervously moved her spoon through the bowl. “You don’t have to tell yours at the same time but it’d probably make sense to. I’m sure they’ll be in touch with each other after anyway.”

“We’ll do it together,” Calum offered, as he had since the very beginning. He was elated she was ready. “We can Group FaceTime them. Tell them we have a secret surprise.”

Arden let out a short breath and set her spoon down to clap her hands on the countertop. “We’re not just taking our time with the engagement. It’s not even a real one. It was just a drunken joke that management made us stick with. Surprise!”

Her words were sarcastic and Calum played along. “We’re not really engaged, that’s our secret. But we are really together. That’s another secret. Don’t tell Michael. He only knows about the fake engagement.”

Arden chuckled and shook her head, hair falling into her face. “This is going to be awful.”

Calum pursed his lips and nodded. “It’ll be okay, we’ll just take care of it one set of secrets at a time.”

***

Surprise fell on Calum and Arden at the reactions their parents had to the truths they told. They decided to start with Vegas and the fake engagement; wanting to wait to reveal their true relationship a while longer, feeling they owed it to Michael to tell him first. Mali merely said “I knew it” around their parent’s sheer shock. Gasps filled their end of the line but support and understanding followed quickly thereafter. Calum kept his eyes on Arden, noted the subtleties in her responses and the way she began to get quieter as the conversation went on. She became reserved; sunk back into the couch nearly out of view of the camera and let Calum take the lead. He wrapped it up when he turned to look back and saw she was biting her lip, gazing despondently out the window and worried she wasn’t okay.

“We’ll talk to you guys later,” Calum said with finality before hanging up with one last wave and smile for his mum.

He turned to her, hand going to rest on her knee in a form of comfort for her and a reassurance for him. She came back from her state out of the window and gave him a timid smile.

“I’m really glad we got that over with,” she admitted and sighed. “And I’m sorry that I even made us lie in the first place.”

Calum softened at her apology and understood the meaning; though he didn’t agree—she hadn’t made him do anything—he didn’t argue, knowing that the apology was just as much for her as it was for him.

“They took it well. Feels much better to get that out in the open,” he agreed and dipped down to rest his head against her shoulder, the automatic reaction of her leaning into him and accepting his presence made his nerves and hurt flutter in tandem. “We’re almost done.”

All that was left was telling Michael the fake engagement had blossomed something very real between them. And then they would circle back around to their parents and Mali who would likely have another “I knew it” in store. Calum trailed his hand up her thigh and found her hand, felt the cool ring on her finger and felt a fall of pressure on his chest. Soon enough there would be no more ring. No more reason management would want or allow them to be together. It was another bridge they would have to cross.

“It was almost too easy,” she said, paused and shifted to throw her legs over his lap and have him look up at her. Her hand came up to rest against his chest and he once again wondered if she could feel his heartbeat. Someday he would have to ask her about that. “I hope Michael will take his surprise just as well as they did.”

Calum huffed out a small and sarcastic laugh and took up the game they had played in the kitchen during breakfast. His voice screamed sarcasm. “Hey Mike, you know how we’ve been pretending to be together? Well that’s not entirely fake; we’ve been sneaking around. Surprise!”

Arden also let out a sarcastic laugh and threw her head back into the plush cushioning of the couch. “You were right. He is going to kill you. Or at least try.”

“You’re worth it,” Calum assured but panic was rising, twisting his stomach and doubt inching its way in.

There was a part of him that wished it could stay the way it was just a while longer. A lingering need to have her to himself, a selfish want to postpone the problems that were still left to be faced. What Michael didn’t know wouldn’t get Calum killed, what they didn’t tell Michael couldn’t possibly get him hurt.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” she said and left the ball in his court.

His selfish desire spilled out. He couldn’t help it. He had a plan, an admission and declaration Arden needed to hear before Michael came into the equation. “Let’s wait awhile.”

“Whatever you want,” she promised, tapped her fingers lightly against his chest in a slow rhythm and brushed her lips against his cheek. “You’re worth it.”

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Green Lantern + ISA - MR. BIG - "When Larry said his biggest enemy was Green Lantern, they didn't think he meant literally..." [Where rest of the ISA are floored at how GIGANTIC he is irl. Except Brainwave. He is jelly he ain't the tallest no more]

(set very early ISA)

---

We’re going to die, aren’t we?

It’s hard not to react at the thought that gets pushed into his head, courtesy of Henry. Impossibly, Jordan manages to keep a straight face throughout it all, even as Larry continues excitedly chattering away as though this were the first time he’s had a captive audience in ages. Though, given Larry’s entire demeanor, maybe just the first time it’s been a willing one. 

They’ve all gathered in Larry’s apartment, for once. The drive from New York City to Gotham had been nothing short of arduous, with Henry’s insistence on the radio being permanently set to NPR, and the frankly indecipherable directions Larry had sent them to navigate the labyrinthian streets of inner-city Gotham.  

All for a heist Larry had promised was going to be well worth it. The city was full of easy marks, he said. Barely anyone around to stop you, he said. Half the time the cops will even help, he said. 

Henry still wasn’t buying it, sat on the sidelines on the edge of a very beat-up couch, arms crossed with a deepening frown, openly projecting his disapproval at having been talked into this every chance he got. Larry, for his part, is completely oblivious, grinning brightly as he eagerly shows off his proudly curated wall of weapons-- by all accounts just a fancy collection of sports equipment. The key difference, however, being Larry’s showing off amounting to pointing out every piece and explaining in graphic detail exactly how he got kicked out of that particular sport for killing or otherwise maiming someone without sparing a single gorey thing. 

Jordan, sure to Henry’s extreme displeasure, is unfortunately fascinated with it all, eyes wide and bright and listening intently, utterly absorbed. He remembers researching Sportsmaster for weeks before finally seeking him out, carefully nurturing the idea of the new ISA all the while in the hopes that he’d finally get a bite. It must mean something that Larry had invited them all the way back to his home turf to share on a score, surly.

Because he’s going to kill us.

It’s now Jordan finally frowns, turning to face Henry with a stern, “He’s not.”

“Hah?” Larry’s looking at him, confused, brows furrowed and head tilted, grin still plastered on but for a second seeming vaguely threatening instead of manically excited.

Jordan startles, scrambling for a distraction and pointing at the first thing he sees, a long-handled wooden mallet with a narrow-tipped head still hanging on the wall. “I-- I mean, what’s that?”

It’s a sufficient enough distraction, apparently. Larry’s eyes light up in an instant when he sees, grinning brightly as he pulls the object down and looks down at it with a dreamy sigh. 

“My polo mallet,” he declares proudly. “I’ll be taking this baby with me, tonight.” 

“That?” Henry scoffs, finally taking a stand and gesturing disbelievingly at the mallet. “What use could that possibly be to us? And since when do you play polo?”

“Not since I caved a man’s head in on the field with this ol’ beauty here,” Larry states much too casually, his tone taking on an oddly wistful note as he strokes the head of it. If there’s a threat carried in there, it’s buried deep enough not to be obvious, though the suspicious stains that Jordan notices in the wood of the mallet certainly make Larry’s point well enough known. Henry’s eyes narrow, and Jordan feels a pressure on his temples usually indicative of Henry flexing his powers without strict care of a specific target, but whatever Henry sees is apparent enough not to make him press further. His lips press into a thin line and he relinquishes the point, however reluctantly. Jordan inserts himself more obviously in between the two of them and attempts an encouraging smile.

“Henry, it’s made of wood,” Jordan points out helpfully, like it’s supposed to explain everything-- because, well, it is. It evidently doesn’t. Henry’s frown only deepens and Jordan finds himself struggling for an explanation that didn’t sound completely ridiculous, all the while Larry whistles uncaringly and picks various other wooden implements off the wall in preparation for that night. “Because-- Because. Gotham has a superhero who is… weak to wood.”

Jordan sighs and cringes as soon as he says it, cringing again when Larry chirps “It’s true!” over his shoulder. It does not help his case in the slightest. Henry sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, as though staving off a fast-rising headache. “Okay,” he says. “Okay. Fine. Do we even have a plan to deal with him if he shows up?”

“Don’t get your snuggie in a twist, Brainy,” Larry says brightly, laughing as he hefts a cricket bat of all things onto his shoulder and wrangles Jordan in close with an arm thrown around his. “Of course we have a plan! Classic smash and grab! We get in and get out before the Big Guy ever knows what’s up!” 

Wrong answer, apparently, as evidenced by Henry running a hand down his face in exasperation and groaning, with an added little oh, so we are going to die projected mentally for Jordan’s benefit. Jordan smiles rather terribly. Larry seems to take it all as signs of encouragement. 

“Alright then, bud, alright!” Larry lets out with a whoop, and plants a sloppy wet kiss on Jordan’s cheek with an audible smack; subsequently, the temperature of the room drops ten degrees in an instant. Nobody seems to notice. “It’s game time, baby!”

---

Heists in Gotham apparently don’t amount to much. Larry’s big score turns out to be a slightly upscale jewelry store right on the edge of the Diamond District. Henry’s car is stashed in a nearby alleyway in case of a quick getaway after several earnest promises (by Jordan) that it won’t get stolen and easy assurances (by Larry) that the job will be quick enough that they’ll be back before that even happens. 

“Is it always this easy in Gotham?” Jordan asks, having dutifully frozen solid all the alarms and cameras to allow for Larry to go to town on the window with his bat and an excited hyena-like cackle; Henry stands watch, having been designated as the lookout due to his adamant refusal to partake in any actual smashing until it came time for the grabbing, though Jordan can sense him rolling his eyes even while turned away. 

“Sure is!” Larry replies, vaulting through the destroyed window and wasting no time in driving his fist through the nearest glass display case and grabbing a fistful of jeweled necklaces, stuffing them in his pack and immediately moving on to the next one. “Do you know how many other places are being robbed at this exact moment? They can’t catch all of us!”

Jordan makes a face, but nonetheless climbs in and joins Larry in gathering as many priceless jewels as he could get his hands on; Henry lingers just outside, watching them with shrewd disapproval until his face screws up in confusion, nose wrinkling. 

“Is something… burning?”

That’s enough to give Jordan pause, halfway through driving an ice spike into a safe. The entire store had been dusted with a coating of frost, logically nothing should be getting hot enough to even make a spark. Sure enough, he smells it too-- that unmistakable scent of something on fire, intermixed with the distinct smell of ozone. That couldn’t be right--

Jordan has just enough time to hear Larry’s little ruh-oh before the wall to the side of them suddenly erupts in stunningly bright, green flames. Henry swears aloud, and Jordan feels inclined to join him when the flames unfurl to reveal an outright giant of a man, eyes alight in burning fury and nearly outright snarling at the lot of them. Green Lantern, Jordan knows immediately, remembers him from his first meeting with Larry, but seeing someone in flight is leagues different from seeing it right in front of you, a brick wall of a man emerging like a demon from Hell. Jordan feels himself sweating, actually sweating-- or was he melting? All he knows is that this man is terrifyingly huge, and Larry seemed the only one utterly unconcerned by it. 

“Greenie!” Larry greets enthusiastically, arms spread wide as though expecting a hug, and though his mask hides his face Jordan can hear his exuberant and manic grin loud and clear though his voice. “Where ya been, huh? How’s it going?”

“I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!” comes the roared reply, a shot of flaming green energy launched in his direction, swiftly deflected with a swing of Larry’s bat and an excited laugh.

“Aww, I missed you too!”

Jordan finds himself slowly backing away as Larry barks out another laugh and launches himself, bat swinging, at Green Lantern with seemingly little care to himself or others, and even less care to just how much Green Lantern seems to dwarf all of them combined. 

“That’s Green Lantern?” Henry hisses through clenched teeth when Jordan returns to his side. “That’s Green Lantern, and we let Larry bring a polo mallet and a baseball bat?”

“He’s weak to wood!”

A plume of emerald flame explodes out the store window, ejecting an airborne Larry along with it, signed Sportsmaster mask and all. He skids and rolls along the street until he comes to a stop and jumps up, wild-eyed.

“Start the car!” He shouts, then unsheathes the mallet and dives right back in without hesitation. Another roar is heard and the foundation quakes faintly beneath their feet. Jordan wilts just slightly. Henry turns with an annoyed hmph and Jordan finds himself trailing after, not quite trusting his powers in the face of the broiling heat inside.

“That’s Green Lantern,” Henry repeats, seemingly to himself, scoffing. “Good lord. Even his presence gives me a headache. And he’s taller than me. Remind me never to set foot in Gotham again.”

Jordan, despite everything, finds himself agreeing.

[the-minus-four]

Spring

Summary: Tom discovers who you most enjoyed watching him as, and when finding out about your little crush, he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage.   Rating: 18+, (Smut) WC: 1964 Tags: Tom Hiddleston/Loki, smut, Dom/sub, spanking, fingering, blowjob, anal sex, role play, face slapping, choking, orgasm denial. A/Ns: Spring, part 3 of my first mini-series, hope you enjoy! You can read parts 1&2 here if you haven’t already: Seasons of Smut

Dressed in a floor length dark blue gown you smiled up to Tom, grounding yourself amidst the chaos. Tom’s arm wrapped around your waist as he grinned down at you, leaning forward he kissed your forehead. Cameras flashed incessantly and the noise of screaming and shouting roared as people wanted more, trying to get the money shot. You giggled, blushing at the attention. Tom winked reassuringly, knowing you were about to frustrate those paparazzi who had missed the shot the first time around. You moved forward, his arm guiding you with him towards the next set of cameras lined up. You were at the premiere for Tom’s latest film release, you didn’t hate it, but it definitely wasn’t your favourite activity with him. But you wanted to support him, and it always meant a lot for him to have you around. The fact that he wanted to bring you at all was enough of a reason for you to have agreed to go. You continued your way along the red carpet towards the entrance of the building.

“Thank you for coming with me, I know you don’t like the attention,” he stroked his fingers up your waist, sending butterflies through you.

“It’s okay, I like seeing you in movies anyway, it’s funny to think that’s my boyfriend on a giant screen, being someone completely different.” 

He chuckled at you, “yeah? Who’s your favourite character I’ve played?”

“Well, I um, I liked you in High Rise…” you trailed off, blushing. He smirked at you raising his eyebrows, he knew you were avoiding the truth. “Okay, okay, I’ve got a crush on Loki.” 

His laugh rang out, “is that so?” 

“Everyone has a crush on Loki though!” you whined defensively, “he’s… well, he’s bad, but actually, he’s good deep down, he cares.” 

“Uhuh, so you like me with dark hair and horns better?” he teased.

“No, of course not! Just that I love you, but I’d definitely shag Loki if I could.” Laughing, your attention was pulled away as someone approached you, guiding you onwards.

…

The next few days, Tom had dropped quotes of Loki’s in every situation he could. He was quite ridiculous but never failed to make you giggle. Today, it seemed, was no different. 

“I assure you, Y/N, the sun will shine on us again,” he stood by the window, watching the grey clouds move across each other as blossom billowed down to the ground. 

“Hey, I only said I had a crush on Loki, not that I want to live with him” you pouted playfully, rolling your eyes. 

“So, you just wanna fuck him?” he said, but you couldn’t read his tone.

“Well, yeah.” He turned slowly on his heel to look at you, his face expressionless, and you knew you were about to be in trouble. He strode towards you and scooped you up, lifting you over his shoulder, and gripping your legs together.

“Tom!” You laughed breathlessly, “put me down, you know I hate being picked up.” He ignored you and carried on walking towards the bedroom. He threw you down onto the bed and walked across to the wardrobe rummaging in the bottom.

“What are you looking for?” you asked. He ignored you and pulled something out of a box that you’d never noticed before, a glint of gold catching your eye. He placed it on his head and you realised he’d stolen Loki’s helmet from set. Reaching into the box again, he pulled out a long cloak to go with it, shoulder-pads and all. He stood up tall and puffed his chest out majestically, the horns giving him extra height. You were in hysterics, you couldn’t take him seriously with his plain white t-shirt and jeans, but the serious expression and giant horns, not to mention the cloak. He glared at you.

“Kneel before me” he projected across the room at you. Wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes, you skipped over to kiss him. You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss his mouth, but his expression hadn’t changed, and he didn’t move. 

“I said… KNEEL!” you flinched, unable to tell whether he was serious or not. He fixed his glare on you, and you looked at him quizzically, eyes wide. “You said you wanted to fuck me didn’t you? Well it’s now or never slut. I am Loki, and I could have anyone, so you’d better be good.” he growled at you with Loki’s voice. 

His long fingers gripping around your throat, he pushed you down and you sank to your knees. You looked at his crotch and saw his jeans bulging. You hadn’t noticed he’d become hard. He removed his hand from your neck, and opened his jeans, his cock free. Stroking it gently, it grew harder in front of you. You bit down on your lip, eager to take him into your mouth. His belt clinked as he removed his belt and wrapped it around your head, pulling you towards his length. You took him into his mouth, tasting him and coating his cock in your saliva, you felt the belt tighten around the back of your head. He guided you further down his cock. Without warning, he thrust into you, holding the belt in place and you gagged around him, blinking the tears out of your eyes. Spluttering, you tried to push him away. 

“Tom,” you gasped. He slapped you. 

“Name’s Loki, whore.” 

He replaced his cock in your mouth, and began fucking your mouth hard and unforgiving. He pulled out, letting you breathe, before sliding back into you. The taste of precum leaked onto your tongue and you moaned gently around him, sending vibrations through your tongue and lips. He growled and pulled out, and you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth.

He slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and tightened it around your neck, using it as a leash to pull you up. Pulling you towards him, his lips melted against yours, fingers running through your hair. Heat ran through you, wetness pooling between legs. He’d not been this rough with you before, and you didn’t know what was to come. Bringing his hand up to your face, he brushed your cheekbone, and his muscles rippled, popping out of his sleeves. Fuck, how did you get so lucky. He pulled the belt loose, keeping it in his hand. Towering over you he guided you towards the bed.

“Turn around” he commanded. He ripped your shirt open, buttons flying across the room, and pulled your bra down, revealing your breast. Grabbing your nipple between his fingers his other hand stroked across your stomach, the leather of the belt sending warmth to your core. You leaned back against him trying to coax him between your legs. He pinched your nipple hard and pulled you away from him.

“Now now, sweetheart, let’s not forget, you exist for my pleasure. You will serve me in whatever way I want. I might not even let you come today, or I might rip as many orgasms from you as I can, that’s my choice. Bend over the bed, and spread your legs.” you whimpered at the thought of not being allowed to orgasm, but it only made you more aroused. You obeyed him walking slowly to the bed, and accentuating your ass as you bent over, teasing him. You heard the belt jingle, and it came down on your ass, the wetness between your legs immediately pooling in your underwear, you were desperate for him to touch you. Screaming, you reached back where it had hit you, he hadn’t been hard, but it was unexpected. Loki was certainly rougher than Tom, and you suspected he wasn’t through with you yet. 

“Do not tease me, you will find that I am quick to punish.” He stroked a hand between your legs, and up to the waistband of your leggings. In one stroke he pulled them and your underwear to the floor. Gliding his hands, fingers outstretched up your legs, he reached your slit and pushed a finger into you. 

“What a wet little slut you are. You like being punished and treated like a whore don’t you?” he goaded. 

“Yes, yes sir,” you gasped, and tried to rock on his finger to find some relief. He grasped your hip and stopped you, sliding the finger out and up to your puckered hole. Stroking around your entrance, he coated you and gently stretched you as his finger glided into your ass. You groaned with the intrusion, and the thought of what might come next. With his forefinger gently working you, he pushed a second inside, opening you up. The tip of his cock pushed towards your pussy, and slid along you, your juices covering his cock. You bit your lip as his fingers, still working you, pulled out and were swiftly replaced by his length. 

He gently pushed into you, deeper and deeper past each ring of muscle inside you, until you felt his stomach against your ass. He began to thrust in and out of you, slow at first, but as you got used to his size he thrust forward harder. Reaching forward, he pulled your hair making you arch back, and his hand reached around for your throat. Squeezing tightly, you quickly sucked in a breath. Your hair dropped and he moved his hand around to your breasts, grabbing hard and tweaking your nipple. He released your nipple and his hand slipped down your stomach and began to rub your clit, never easing up his thrusts. You mewled at the onslaught of sensation, your throat clamped, barely able to breathe, your ass a little sore, but his cock hitting you at a perfect angle, and now his fingers circling your nub. 

“Please, please Loki, I want to come.” you begged. He removed his hands from both your clit and your neck and you whined in protest. The hand on your neck swiftly moved to behind you and grabbed your hair. He pushed your face into the bed and continued to fuck you relentlessly.

“You will not come,” he growled, “you’re here to serve your God, remember?” 

Whimpering you nodded into the bed, not sure how much more you could take of him. You weren’t usually able to find release from anal, but today you just might. He thrust hard into you and stopped, filling you completely, with every breath you took, you could feel him deep inside you. Slowly, he slid out of you, and your body protested at the sudden emptiness.

“Stay still.” You heard him begin to slide his hand up and down his shaft, his other hand grabbing your hip, and you could feel the tip nudge your ass cheek. His pace got faster and suddenly he moaned, hot fluid spraying onto your ass. He stepped back and reached for your underwear, in a pile by your feet. Guiding your feet into them he pulled them up, leaving you with his cum. He bent over and kissed you on the shoulder, your sign that he was finished with you. 

You turned to face him, and he grinned down at you, planting a kiss on your forehead, the horns still looking ridiculous on his head without a costume. 

“Well?” he smirked down at you.

“I’m glad I fucked Loki, but, well, I definitely prefer Tom,” you gazed up to him, and he leaned down, lying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in his cloak, warming you. Stroking the back of your head, he kissed you softly on the forehead, and along the cheek he’d slapped you on. 

“That was intense baby, are you okay?” 

“Never better,” you sighed into him, comforted.

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Abroad Pt.11

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Smut +18!! Bad Times at the El Royale spoilers. 

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The morning came and went accompanied with security while trailing through S.T.A.T.I.O.N. while Chris pretended like he knew about it before yesterday. While you followed him through the entrance they had the manager and a few workers to show him around and answer any questions he had. A few people in the store turned into way too many before they started blocking off the entrance, letting only those who had booked for the tour through. He whisked through the gift shop section messing around with toys, nick nacks, and posing with his ‘life size’ cut out that was still not tall enough. You laughed way too hard at a few gifts, rolling your eyes when he acted concerned when his hammer didn’t come rushing towards him, while a few fans around him laughed, just pumping up his ego for him. 

We finally gathered around the tour entrance with the few lucky people that actually booked this tour in advance not knowing he was going to be there. You went through the motions knowing what was in store because you had been through it before. Your camera roll was filled with pictures of him playing simulation games, posing inappropriately on Cap’s motorcycle, and trying to lift the hammer from its throne.

When you exited the tour back into the gift shop, he quickly took a group picture with the store staff and you both were ushered out quickly by security, straight to the valet bay of the hotel. Your eyes widened, tightening your grip on his hands as you followed behind him walking past maybe a hundred people who were roped out of the store, all who had came in the thirty minutes it took to go through it all.

“That was one of the coolest things ever!” He turned to you as he shut the car door behind you both.

“I know! I think I have a hundred pictures of you in there.” He scrolled through the pictures, sending himself a few, waiting to post them until the morning.

The day was wasted away by shopping, day drinking, and probably annoying the shit out of the two guys you had following you both all day. You both trailed all the way down the strip, spending a lot of time in New York New York, gambling a little, and enjoying dinner at the end of the strip - Mandalay Bay at House of Blues.

He dragged your hungover lifeless self out of bed the next morning, throwing you some clothes for the day and handing over bags to the concierge at the door before you could protest for your face wash, only leaving you with a toothbrush to stuff in your purse later. How he was always more of an early bird than yourself was astonishing, but he was. You both grabbed breakfast from a bakery in the hotel before leaving and admiring the Grand Canyon. At least you were dressed appropriately, appreciating the shorts and top and sandals he grabbed from the suitcase before hauling it away so quick. Your hair was left to a messy braid at the mercy of no hair brush.

He was back on road trip mode, trying to stick to his schedule which entailed driving for almost 10 hours today. You made him allow you the first few hours to drive so you could actually be awake during that time before the driving makes you sleepy.

You stared out the window at the boring open dark fields only lit by scarce street lamps, bored out of your mind. The brilliant idea of admiring his profile came to light. You had thought from the get go that him driving was too attractive to be normal. His thighs resting spread on the seat, forearms flexing as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the music playing through the cab. It was no secret at this point that his hands were enough to turn you on.

The wiggling in your seat went completely unnoticed by him as he plowed through a bag of gummy bears.

“Those gummy bears taste good?” You questioned him with a sly look. He replied with a duh, glancing your way, double taking when he caught the mischievous look on your face.

“What, is up with you?” He tried to eye you from the side, focusing more on the road once you clicked the seatbelt free.

“Hey don’t do that.” He dropped a few more gummy bears from his hand in his mouth and reached for the buckle pulling it back down, while you shifted your feet off the dash. You stared shamelessly at his hand pulling across your midsection at the strap.

“O’ come on. You are not gonna kill me are you?” You grabbed his hand from the strap and pushed his hand back to the wheel. “Two hands,” you told him sternly sliding your fingers across the center console to his thighs, and propping up on your knees in the seat.

“Babe what the..” Your hands squeezed his inner thigh, “Fuck, what are you...” You spent no extra minute going for his button and zipper, squeezing him through his jeans. Pressing small suctioned kisses to his neck.

“You..” He pulled his head away and looked at you bewildered. “You are dirty!” You just smiled in retaliation, biting your lip, wanting him to comply.

“Are you telling me no?” - “You are a dirty dirty girl! You act so shy and sweet and shit but you are dirty!”

You went again flexing your hand under his pants and feeling how hard he got confirming your interests. Momentarily, he lost focus, eyes switching to your hold on him, and jerking the car back into his lane, though it was late in the middle of seemingly nowhere with no one around you.

“Two hands on the wheel Chris,” you said again, reiterating what you meant earlier. You left your station by his face, sinking down under his arms and pulling him out from his jeans. You jerked him in your hands feeling him harden completely under your grasp, his pelvis jumping at your contact. You took the liberty of licking a fat strip along the side, skimming past the tip, wrapping your lips around the side. A frustrated grunt left this lips but he didn’t speak.

You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucking hard till you heard him hiss from above you. The car jerk slightly again giving you a rush of power and adrenaline while you worked him over.

You decided to play nice and you sucked him down taking as much as you could flat against your tongue, fingers tightening around what you couldn’t get at the angle. The wet warm feel of your throat closing over him had him fighting to keep his eyes peeled open. When you pumped him and pulled him in deeper you felt one of his hands wrap through your hair, not to guide you but almost to ground himself. You worked him over quickly when you could sense he was trying hard to not kill you both.

His hips stuttered pressing into your tight throat and getting more vocal had you working harder till you felt his grasp tighten on the back of your neck, brushing your hair opposite so he could see you. He came fast after, shooting down your throat while you sucked him clean till he tried to shift away from you in the seat from over stimulation.

Did he still think you were dirty? Yes.

Was he going to act like he didn’t enjoy it? No.

~

Many stupid car games and a short hotel stay later, you were finally coming into town, your turn to drive of course. Chris sent your mom a text from your phone with the ETA and she let you know they were all out at the ballfield, game just started.

Second inning just started by the look of the scoreboard as you pulled into the parking lot. Nerves started to float through Chris as he unbuckled his seatbelt trying to keep up with you who was itching to get inside already.

You paid at the gate and grabbed his hands so he would stop walking like a snail. He was just terrified of finally meeting your brother in person, he seemed to be the most important person to you.

“Look! He’s on deck!” You pointed down to where he was stepping out of the dugout with a bat in hand, Chris watched as he swung in line with the pitch even though he wasn’t on the plate.

“You know I don’t know much about baseball right?” You smile politely back at him, figuring as much.

“I’ll teach you.” You walked down the far side of the stands so he wouldn’t see you, not like he pays attention to the onlookers on a normal day anyway. You pointed out your parents in their seats and while he walked that way, you walked straight to the fence watching your brother step up to the plate.

Just as the pitcher was hiking, you let it slip, “Hey Tyler, homer for me, all right?”

Strike one.

He instantly flew around, distracted by the sudden sound of your voice yelling out to him from behind. Eyes finding you immediately. You waved and gave him a thumbs up, quickly pointing over to where your parents where and Chris slowly walking over there.

Meanwhile Chris was about to shit himself, meeting your parents with you not next to him. The resemblance of your mother was hard to look away from, both of you almost identical.

Your mom was the one to take initiative calming his nerves while your father merely looked his way with wave, focusing back on the game and his seeds, calling out as Ty hit a triple off the right field fence.

You met Ty at the fence as he came home, smiling and pointing up at Chris with your parents. To say it surprised him was an understatement.

Your days home were spent well, bringing lunch with your mom at the hospital while she was working, cooking dinner one night when they both got off work. You showed him around your city filled with pride and sadness from missing it. You both shopped, went to another game, and had drinks with Ty, Chaz, and a few other mutual friends after the game.

A lake day took place on Saturday, pulling out both your parents Seadoos and Chief Cox’s boat, courtesy of Chaz. Getting sunburned and swimming in the dirty water was the best past time.

Church on Sunday, required by your father, but you think it was mostly to see how Chris would behave. He seemed to slide right in as you greeted some long lost acquaintances that you hadn’t seen in a long time but grew up with. Chris and your dad had gotten along well so far, to your knowledge.

A Sunday family dinner and a stormy/tornado-y Monday came a went slowly. He 100% lost his chill while listening to the NEWS broadcaster. Meanwhile, your father was perched out on the front patio AKA the driveway, with lawn chairs, craft beer, and a few neighbor buddies.

Tuesday night your last night home. You sat next to him on the couch eating dinner while your brother prompted to telling stories of yourself to embarrass you, you not hesitating to start back.

“Do you like him, mom?” You asked her shyly. The three disappeared into the garage. You leaned against the kitchen counter as she put away leftovers and started the dishwasher.

“I do,” you waited for her to continue speaking. “He’s funny, very intuitive, and I can see he loves you, a lot.” You looked away from her blushing. A small smile to yourself was present.

“Well, I’m glad you think so.”

You walked to the garage door and threw it open to see what they were doing. All three eyes immediately snapped to the door, none of them moving a muscle. They stayed silent waiting to see what you were doing.

“Uh ok,” sensing the weird vibe, “I’ll just go back inside.”

“No sweetheart your fine,” your dad dismissing it, “come here.” He motioned you over, throwing down a towel.

“Chris here, doesn’t know what these are. Do you?” You rolled your eyes at him, figuring they were probably testing his knowledge out here.

“They are spacers, Ty- did you seriously get new tires again?”

Chris sat silently, leaning against the workbench. Your presence halted their reactions. He wasn’t able to get their answers yet.

His hands were sweating, knowing this was the only time he was going to be able to talk to them about this. He had put it off to the last, last second, seeing as you were both leaving in the morning.

His silence caught their attention while they were goofing around taking tires off, trying to relay their knowledge on to him.

“I had a great time here,” he told them to start off. “I loved it honestly, thank you for hosting us.” Was that too formal?

Your dad didn’t know how to respond, starting to eye him sceptically. “Well, you’re welcome son. Don’t be too shy about bringing her back around, you hear?”

Chris nodded in understanding, your brother finally standing up straight to observe the interaction.

Your dad was not one to speak very much. He was pretty simple in your eyes. He kept his family happy, protected his family, and watched out for those he loved. He was not a man of many words. Never had been.

“No of course, she was so happy to be here, I’m glad she’s willing to share it with me.” Your dad stood up straight, throwing a towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms, daring him to continue.

“Listen,” Chris stopped, searching for words. “I know it’s been what, 8 months since I have met her. But I love her, I do.” He looked away, scratching the back of his neck while your dad burned holes into his head. “I think she would think I was absolutely insane if I asked her now, to allow me to spend my life with her, but I would drop everything tomorrow to keep her.”

His eyes almost start to water under the pressure of asking this, feeling slightly overwhelmed and outnumbered. “I’m not saying this is going to be anytime soon, I just- I know, myself, I won’t be able to see you both often and I want to ask before I lose my chance to.”

Your brother stilled, watching him like a statue. “Im- I am asking permission to marry your d-” the garage door flew open, revealing a curious woman of the hour. Chris’s heart jumping out of his skin at the intrusion of the silence.

“Uh ok, I’ll just go back inside.”

You rolled your eyes at Ty, what he had was never good enough, of course he felt the need to upgrade again. He takes after his father.

“Are you okay?” You took a few steps in his direction after noticing his silence. Chris nodded and forced a smirk at you.

“You guys be nice to him!” You yelled back at your father and brother, pointing their way. “Blink three times if I need to save you from them.” You loudly whispered jokingly, but also 1000% serious.

“I’m nice!”-”I’m always nice!” Their responses went ignored while you shook his arm, trying to get him to stop acting like a robot.

“I’m good Princess,” he was sly with a kiss on your forehead, nudging you to go back inside.

There is that stupid word again, ‘I’m good’. Whatever. Whenever someone says that, they are always, in fact, not good.

You double checked him again with your eyes before making your way back inside. Going out there was an awkward mistake. The door pressed shut behind you while he forced himself to hold up his head. A beat of tension passed before he figured he’d try to not make himself seem like such a pussy.

“Ty, I-”

“I know Chris, I got it.” Ty held his hand out, stopping him from speaking. He had heard enough, and he already knew his answer.

Ty was positioned just behind his father who made a thoughtful moment, picking up the towel again and busying himself to avoid talking. Chris’s locked-in focus switched between them both, catching on Ty while he gave a slight nod of his head in approval, turning back to finish what he had started for the evening.

“Son, I just have one question,” your father spoke with a soft voice. “I know my daughter, I know what she wants.”

Chris felt another wave of nervousness flood over him, Ty ignoring him after he had given his response had left out his safety blanket.

“What she wants, you have already had.” Your father stopped again. It was never in his intention to sound rude, and he will try his damn best to never be. He gathered his words while Chris stood at attention, subconsciously crossing his arms, a movement most often misread as a defense mechanism, but was really a form of self comfort in distressing situations.  

He looked up, finally ignoring the towel once again. “You had a family Chris, I know that much. You had three children and a wife.”

A sinking feeling settled in Chris’s stomach. He didn’t figure your father would pull an old fashioned moral on him, he’d been married and divorced. Of course he has reservations.

“My question is, are you able and willing to give my daughter a family?”

“And before you answer that, I know you know what I’m talking about. The girl had been maternal since the moment she could carry the weight of a baby doll in her hands. You have seen her with children. That’s the reason you are standing in front of me for pete’s sake... But I can only imagine the life you live.” The ever returning silence of the three had only a moment before he reiterated the one question he wanted answered. “Are you willing to give my daughter a family?”

“I-,” he stopped to gather himself. He took the question way to deeply. When he meant that he would drop everything tomorrow for you, he lied. He would do it the moment you asked. He cleared his throat, shaking away the stupid emotions that he dare say hurt his masculinity a bit. “I would give her anything.”

~

“You’re not going to make me listen to this every time you drive are you?” You may or may not have added Jonas Brothers to your own road trip playlist. But it was only a few songs, and the rest consisted of Chris Stapleton, way too much 80s rock, and old Justin Timberlake. Just wait until he gets a whiff of the Juke Box Hero concert you were going to put on, although it was nothing compared to Back in Black.

“You have headphones, my dear. Don’t complain.” You have about two more hours till you passed into Tennessee, loaded with Miley’s address in google maps.

He rolled his eyes and laid back the seat, throwing an arm over his eyes, refusing to admit he didn’t mind a little bit of red dirt.

His turn to drive took place before driving through the city. You turned over in the laid back seat so he couldn’t see your phone screen even if he wanted to, sneaking in some headphones. You were not very discreet, stealing glances to make sure he wasn’t going to pay attention to you while you opened the Hulu app. You still had roughly three hours and it seemed like the perfect time to watch a movie, one that you hadn’t seen but wouldn’t admit to never seeing.

You stayed still pressing play on Bad Times, stealing one last glance in his direction before turning up the volume on the head phones and zoning in.

~

So remember that thing about not being able to be sneaky? Yea, you were already an hour and a half into the movie and you still hadn’t seen him. You stayed confused watching things happen with no explanation silently wishing for answers because it was so mysterious.

The scene cut to a young girl sitting in the sand before you heard his voice float through the headphones, and a more than arousing american accent with a southern ring to it. You pushed back a gasp, covering your mouth with the fingers sticking above the blanket to attempt to conceal the expression on your face as Billy walked into the water, naked.

Another 20 or so minutes of confusing hotel drama, and a girl calling her father on the phone while her sister wants to kill her, or maybe save her? You didn’t even know at this point.

There he was again. Walking in the rain through the parking lot. That is when you put the damn phone call together. She wasn’t calling her father. She was calling Billy. She called him Daddy.  A snort left you mouth once your realized she was calling him on the phone, not her father.

As soon as the sound left you, you froze not looking up at him though he didn’t shoot you a glance. Maybe he didn’t hear it.

You are almost 100% certain your mouth didn’t close for the rest of the movie. Finding them all tied up and sitting scared shitless while he paraded around with some pie and a gun. You sucked in a breathe once you realized the sick game Billy was playing. The poor concierge shaking in his seat pleading with the Priest.

The movie consumed your reality, slipping a ‘what the fuck’ from your lips once the older sister was shot point blank.

“What are you watching over there?” His voice broke you from your trance, making you jump in the spot. Looking at you from over his shoulder. Fast reflexes left your system as you squealed a ‘nothing’ and placed a death grip around the phone, shrinking away and backing into the door.

You tried your best to ignore him and control yourself, sinking back into the movie. You found yourself mouthing an ‘oh shit’ silently while they got loose and started attacking Billy, beating the shit out of each other.

The commotion made it impossible to peel your eyes away from the screen, secretly rooting for Billy. And then it happened and the gasp was loud, shaking you to the core, and there was no way of dismissing it that time. You were not ready for that. You heard him ask again what you were watching over the noise in the head phones, but you ignored him. In turn watching him fall dead on the screen with a bullet shot clear between the brows. The blanket fell off your shake-y hands while you cringed, trying to look away from the screen but not able to.

“(Y/n) seriously what is it?” You look away from the screen and lock your phone, pulling the ear buds out. Is it wrong to say that almost made you sick to your stomach to watch? You didn’t even feel like finishing the movie, though you could probably guess what happens.

“Nothing, nothing. Just a stupid facebook video.” Ok, that was a lie and he knew it. He let it go. You sat up straight in the chair, pulling yourself back together to the land of the living. He made a little small talk about where you were at the moment. You just nodded, acting like you were listening but you knew the image of him getting shot straight in the head was going to haunt you for the next hour before you somehow forget about it. You stared at him as he spoke. Yep, still definitely alive.

He gave you a funny look before you turned back forward from burning your eyes into him. You tried to dissmiss that stupid nagging in your brain, slowly turning to glance his way again. Still breathing.

“What?” The patience losing in his tone, makes sense. “Do I have shit on my face or something?”  

Your eyes slightly widened as you forced yourself to look ahead again, shuffling your phone and hands under the blanket, pulling it up to your shoulders. You drew up a knee and rested your chin on it, trying to act interested out the window.

You always had so many questions when you finished a movie, waiting till the end to reminisce, but this was a whole other ball game. Why was cult leader Billy such a turn on, but creep you out at the same time? The movie had you hating him but rooting for him.

Before you knew it, you were back staring his way almost bewildered at the ability to transform into such a character. It was almost freaky but it was his job. Reason number one why you could never do what he does, you are not good at keeping reserved.

“Would you stop staring at me if you are not going to speak, you are freaking me out.”

“Sorry.. sorry.”

“Are you like, like, worked up aga-” Really?

“No. Jesus!”

“Hey! I’m just asking!”

“It’s not like that,” maybe you were worked up but it wasn’t like he was thinking.

“Well, what is it like because I am really confused right now!” He sighed, gripping his hands around the wheel. Damn, he’s the one worked up.

“I was just, I was- I was watching, uhh,” abort mission now. “I was watching Bad Times.” The moment you said it, you regretted it.

“You what? Were you really?” The ecstatic tone in his voice was trampled by the curiosity coming next. “Had you never seen it?” You shook your head.

“Well what else haven’t you seen!” You pondered the thought for a moment, racking your brain for movies you knew he had done. Think… What posters and movies are in the movie room at the house?

“I haven’t seen 12 Strong or Rush. I haven’t seen those Snow white movies. What are they called again?” You almost felt bad that you hadn’t seen the movies. But honestly, were you going to allow yourself to watch them and then have him catch you randomly, so he can get a big head about it? No.

“Are you serious right now? You haven’t, like, done your research or something?” Big head, was that it?

“Seriously, think about what you just said.” You shook that comment away. “I have seen Vacation, but we are not going to talk about that one.”

“Oh c’mon we can talk about it! I should be the one embarrassed here! Not you.” You didn’t reply. You were going to have to burn through all these movies really quick when you got home.

~

You both had burned through Tennessee in two days, laying low through Nashville and avoiding the more popular places. New York was a story in its own. At your request, you both went to a Yankees game, not because you liked the team, more so because you wanted to step foot into the stadium and say you’ve been to a New York Yankees game.

Chris slipped the contract into the post office before heading to the airport, knowing they would receive it by tomorrow since you were in the city.

“I did it.”

“I know you did, I’m proud.” A weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he didn’t regret it. You were right, he needed to do it for closure for himself at least.

“Now I only have one surpirse left while we are in the states, okay?” You eyed him skeptically wondering what he was up to.

You about murdered him when you were brought to a private jet. While he shrugged his shoulders and said it was free, all he had to do was film a quick video inside and post it for it to be sponsored.

“Besides, are you going to say no to joining the mile high club?”

“Yea, you wish.”

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[ranxiaolong]

Just a Stolen Kiss

Summary: This was not fine. This was extremely not fine. You could hear the guards approaching. If you didn’t figure something out fast, this situations was about to get extremely sticky. More sticky than it already was at any rate. You were trapped and the Doctor had much less of a plan to get out before you were possibly shot than you would have liked.

You needed something to justify being behind the club that wasn’t connected to finding the entrance to a crime organization.

No time to think, just act.

Pairing: The Doctor (13) x Reader

Warnings: There’s an intense make out and some swearing

A/n: Please tell me your thoughts! I love feedback!

You were leaning against the bar, the man you had been talking to lifting the collar of his long, brown coat and placing a dark bowler on top of his black locks, eyeing either direction before stepping out into the street and disappearing into the foggy night.

You took another swig of the clear liquid in your glass, standing up, leaving a hefty tip, and slid into a booth on the other side of the restaurant.

“Now, it wasn’t that hard to let me do the talking, was it?”

The Doctor’s eyebrows were furrowed and she slouched further into the booth next to you, a pout on her lips.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, I got what we were looking for.” you lay down a few photos and old tattered papers with barely visible ink scrawled across them. “Enough evidence that it’s probably worth looking into. The entrance is hidden away around here,” red ink smoothly flows from your pen to encircle an alleyway on a map, “and there are guards circulating the area, but no cameras outside.”

“Great! We can just snoop around when the guards aren’t there then.”

“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” You turned towards the Doctor, an eyebrow raised. The security was tight, even without cameras. Guards circle the area every fifteen minutes according to the schedule in your hands. “Shouldn’t we wait for Yaz, Graham, and Ryan to meet back and see what they managed to gather before we throw ourselves into a possibly very dangerous situation?”

“We just need to get find out where the entrance is behind the club, right? Easy peasy. It’ll be fine!”

It was not fine.

It was extremely not fine.

You could hear the guards approaching. If you didn’t figure something out fast, this situations was about to get extremely sticky. More sticky than it already was at any rate.

You look to the direction the heavy footsteps were coming from, bright neon lights from the party flashing against the walls of the alley.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, before turning back to the Doctor.

“You got any idea how to get out of this one, Doc?”

The Doctor’s rapid eyes and slight turning of her head as she took in more of her surroundings was enough to go on.

A soft sigh or irritation left your lips, your shoulders still tense as the guards drew closer. You needed something to justify being behind the club that wasn’t connected to finding the entrance to a crime organization. If there was just some reason to justify your snooping behind the building. If there was just something that could distract them from your intentions, some situation that would make them leave. You could…

The shadows of the guards danced on the wall.

No time to think, just act.

You grabbed the Doctor’s coat and dragged her as you backed up to the wall, the rough brick scratching against your skin.

As you collided against the wall, the Doctor stretched out her forearms to catch herself against the wall to keep from running into you. You thought you may have seen a faint red color her cheeks, but it could have just been the club lights flickering on her skin.

The Doctor’s breath tickled your cheek, “What are you doing?”

“Giving us an excuse to be back here without getting shot.” You gave a final harsh tug on the Time Lord’s coat, her lips crashing down on yours.

The Doctor was frozen against your lips. You turned your head slightly, wrapping your arms around the Doctor’s neck, bringing her even closer. One of your eyes was trained right behind the Doctor’s head, right where the guards would be walking towards you in a few seconds.

The alien began to move her mouth against yours, one hand hovering over your side for a brief moment before resting on your waist, lightly squeezing.

A soft noise gurgles up your throat at her unexpected involvement, your cheeks heating up at the sound that had escaped.

You feel the Doctor freeze against your lips for all of a brief second. She angles your head upward as she presses herself closer, her mouth becoming more ferocious. Her hand slides under the hem of your shirt, gripping your waist with more force, her knee resting against the wall between your legs.

One of your hands slides down her body, trailing down her chest, and resting on her taut stomach where you could feel her rapid heartbeats and breath. Your eyes slide closed as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss, to which the Doctor hungrily obliges. The Doctor’s tongue slips into your mouth, quickly winning dominance, and slides the hand on your hip down behind you, giving your ass a firm squeeze, earning her a sharp gasp and whine.

Your upper back is pressed against the cold brick wall, barely supporting your body with your quivering legs. The Doctor let her hand travel further down your leg, hooking behind your knee and lifting your leg up. You slide down the wall slightly at the sudden loss of your shaky support, your crotch landing hard on the Doctor’s leg. A loud moan escapes your lips as you grind down on her thigh, and she hums against your mouth as she presses her leg up against you, her fervent kisses becoming more sloppy. A hand was creeping its way beneath your shirt and feeling its way upwards, the cool night air nipping at your stomach as your shirt rose.

Your hand pushes the Time Lord’s coat off of one of her shoulders, shortly followed by a suspender dangling loosely on her arm, before tugging her shirt up desperately from her waistband.

A loud whistle sounds from behind the Doctor and your eyes snap open and you quickly draw away from the Time Lord’s lips. “Ladies, the party is that way.” The guard grins and jabs his thumb towards the blaring music, and you can practically see his eyebrows raising from under his dark glasses.

“Sorry sir,” you grab the dazed Doctor’s hand and tug her back towards the thumping speakers and flashing lights of the club.

You threw your head back as the amber substance burned down your throat.

You couldn’t believe you had just pulled that. Of all of the stupid, impulsive things you have ever done in your short life, this one took the fucking cake. You buried your face your hands and groaned. Maybe you should just stay here. Not get back on the TARDIS. Wallow in your misery and make a new life here and not risk the embarrassment of seeing the Doctor and face the inevitable consequence of being kicked out anyway. At least you were leaving on your own terms.

You sighed, ordering another round. You didn’t have nearly enough alcohol in your system to be dealing with this crap.

As you upended another glass, you half registered someone slide onto the seat next to you. They seemed to be looking at you as you ordered yet another drink.

“Look, I’m flattered but I’m not in the mood,” you grumbled out, hoping whoever it was would go away.

“I’m glad that you said that, because if I was anyone else, I’m not sure I could stand watching you leave with them.”

You jump in you seat, nearly dropping your glass, as your head whips around to see the Doctor sitting next to you.

A grimace graces your lips as you turn back to your nearly empty glass, “Are you here to scold me? Or is it to tell me that I need to go back home?”

“Neither,” the Time Lord rests her cheek in one of her hands, her elbow propped on the bar counter.

“Look, I know what I did was inappropriate, and I apologize, but I panicked and it was the only thing that I could think of doing—”

The Doctor places a finger to your lips, silencing your ramble. “I’d really rather you didn’t apologize. It makes it sound like the whole thing was a mistake.”

“Wasn’t it?”

You see red tint the alien’s cheeks and your eyes widen, her face turns away. “I… I don’t think…”

Oh.

One of your hands reach out and brush back the blonde locks that had fallen in front of her flushed cheeks, veiling her face from your eyes.

“Doctor.”

Her cheeks flared a deeper shade of red, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

“Doctor, did you,” you swallowed, “did you want to kiss me?”

The Time Lord’s face was an impossible shade of red, her eyes darting about the counter.

“I…,” the Doctor licked her lips, “I wouldn’t say that I was… opposed… to the idea, per say…” she trailed off, refusing to make eye contact with you.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your fingers continued behind the Doctor’s ear and cupped her cheek. Her eyes dart up, uncertainty and something else swirling in her eyes.

Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, your head screaming at you to take a leap.

You closed your eyes and leaned in, hesitating once you could feel her quick breath fanning your face, half expecting her to either draw back or push you away.

You tentatively connected your lips.

She was sweet.

Her lips were soft against yours, you could feel her trembling slightly.

The Doctor hesitantly brought a hand up to cup your face.

You hummed and let yourself fall into the kiss, one of your hands resting on her chest where you could feel her hearts pounding excitedly within her breast.

You draw away and slowly open your eyes.

You watch the Doctor’s eyes flutter open, her eyes glazed.

“(Y/N).”

Your eyes dart back up from the Doctor’s lips, remembering how they felt pressed against yours.

“May I,” she leaned in, “may I kiss you again?”

You only brushed your lips against hers in answer.

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It’s the worst-possible-case scenario. An unconditional horror he must endure. A…

“Will you stop being so dramatic?”

Ryuu refuses to describe what he’s doing as pouting.

“I didn’t say anything,” he says. Chuuya rolls his eyes.

“No, but you’re thinking it so loud everyone can still hear it,” Chuuya shoots back. “We do this at least once a month, it doesn’t have to be a big ordeal every single time.”

“I just don’t see why I have to do it.”

“Because Gin can’t go alone, I would end up killing someone, and Dazai doesn’t look good in a dress.”

“Excuse you,” Dazai cuts in. “I look fantastic in a dress.”

“You look fine in a dress when you ditch the bandages, which you refuse to do.”

“You’re so mean to me, Chuuya. I want a divorce.”

“You didn’t sign the pre-nup.”

Atsushi coughs, cutting them all off.

“I am,” he starts, and takes a huge breath before he continues, “so confused.”

“Make Jinko do it,” Ryuu suggests. “He already looks like a girl.”

Atsushi’s eyes narrow, and Ryuu isn’t quite sure how he feels about this new spine Atsushi seems to have pulled out of his ass. On the one hand, Atsushi isn’t cringing at noises as much, which makes being in his general area a damn sight more pleasant, but on the other hand, it means he’ll fight back when Ryuu insults him.

“Shut up, I do not!” he snaps. And he’s right. He really doesn’t. But neither does Ryuu before Gin gets her hands on him, and that’s never gotten in their way before.

“Actually, Akutagawa might have a point,” Dazai says. “Most of the reason it works with him and Gin is they’re obviously siblings, so it’s the main reason Akutagawa can pass. No offense.”

“No offense that I can’t pass as a girl?”

“Why does anyone need to pass as a girl?” Atsushi asks.

“Because people are a lot more suspicious of men than they are of women, and the goal is to not be noticed,” Chuuya says. It takes Atsushi a beat or two to get it.

“This is for the smuggling business.”

“Clever as always,” Dazai says. Ryuu tries not to bristle at the easy praise. “Kyouka-chan tipped us off about a shipment of medicines that’ll be lightly guarded. Those are big money-makers. Of course we’re going in.”

“And it’s usually Akutagawa and Gin? As girls?” Atsushi looks back at Ryuu, eyes no longer narrowed in anger. They’re wide and considering.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Ryuu growls. He looks ridiculous every time they have to do this, and he doesn’t need to give Atsushi something to hold over him.

“So, what do you say, Atsushi-kun?” Dazai suggests. “Care to help us out?”

“Well…” Atsushi trails off. The answer is clearly no, but Atsushi doesn’t want to just say that to Dazai.

“I’m calling in that one you owe me,” Ryuu says. He’d intended to save it for something better, but he’s been offered the chance to not have to do this anymore, and he really can’t pass it up now that he’s seen the opportunity.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“You’re such a piece of-”

Dazai grabs Atsushi by the back of his collar before he can swing at Ryuu.

“Let’s all get along,” he singsongs. “Well, Atsushi-kun?”

Atsushi clenches his jaw, squeezes his eyes shut, and takes at least three obvious deep breaths before he answers.

“Fine.”

“Perfect!” Dazai shoves Atsushi at Gin. “Work your magic.”

Atsushi throws one more desperate look over his shoulder as Gin drags him off. Ryuu doesn’t have any sympathy to offer, but he does have empathy. Gin can be ruthless when she wants to be.

“And what will you be doing?” Dazai asks. “Sitting back, sipping tea?”

Ryuu hold up one of his rats, the one Atsushi calls Rashomon.

“Someone has to watch their backs.”

“I thought that was what I was here for.”

“You’ll be busy playing mind games with the supplier,” Ryuu says. “I’ll keep an eye out around them. If there’s a threat incoming, I’ll see it.”

Dazai shrugs. It’s not like he’s going to say no to an offer to focus entirely on his mind games.

It’s about then that Gin drags Atsushi back in. She’s always done good work, but she’s really outdone herself this time.

Despite what Ryuu said earlier, Atsushi really doesn’t look like a girl. The thing is, he doesn’t look all that aggressively like a boy, either. Between the smaller stature and the huge eyes, Atsushi falls somewhere just to the left of androgynous, at least until he opens his mouth, and even his voice can reasonably pass for feminine, if low. So it’s not that hard to push him in either direction, and that’s what Gin’s done.

Rather than the hair extensions and makeup she uses on Ryuu every time they do this, she’s just used a small amount of eyeliner to round out his eyes, stolen his tie so he doesn’t immediately read as masculine, and smoothed the stray bits of his hair down.

He won’t be winning any beauty awards, but he could reasonably pass as an androgynous girl.

“Hm. Not bad,” Dazai says.

“He’ll do,” Chuuya agrees.

“Here.” Ryuu tosses Rashomon over to Atsushi. “Keep this with you so I can see.”

“They have cameras?” Atsushi asks.

“Sure,” Ryuu says. They do, but that’s not the main way the rats are useful. He doesn’t have time to get into it right now, though.

Ryuu just nods to Gin as she and Atsushi leave. She doesn’t need him to tell her good luck. She’s good at this, quick on her feet and good with her blades. Truthfully, she could probably be doing this on her own, but it’s never safe to go anywhere near No. 6 alone, so none of them ever do. Usually it’s Ryuu and Gin, especially for situations like this where they’re trying to get in an out without being noticed, but sometimes Gin goes with Chuuya instead, usually when they’re sure they’re in for a fight. They’re both the best at fighting, and Chuuya has inhuman strength to go with it.

Ryuu has never been left behind for a run like this, where stealth is the most important factor. He doesn’t feel like he’s missing out, though. Even beyond having to dress like a girl, Ryuu always hated these the most. They involve a lot of talking, and that’s not something Ryuu has ever been good at. He’s not good at flattering suppliers into giving them better deals, not good at sweet-talking anything from the guards they can bribe to let them near. Gin isn’t much better, but she’s learned how to fake it, and she’s willing to do so.

Atsushi doesn’t strike Ryuu as a particularly good actor, but he could potentially just stand by Gin and let her do all the talking, and that would work out fine.

Ryuu taps at the tablet that controls the rats. They can be set to run on their own, or pre-programmed to go a certain way, and usually Ryuu lets them do that. He only takes active control for situations like this, where he needs eyes and ears on the ground.

There’s a trick to using the rats for scouting. Like Ryuu told Atsushi, they do have cameras in their eyes, but those come with a catch. Such a small robot only has so much power, and using the cameras means sacrificing speed, sacrificing maneuverability, and most importantly, sacrificing all other senses. So rather than keep the cameras on the whole time, using the rats is an art of turning the cameras on for a few seconds at a time to let Ryuu get his bearings, and using all the other things for the rest of the time.

Part of the trick is being good at listening, and good at special reasoning. Ryuu can use a few quick shots from the cameras to give himself real eyes, but mostly, he’s tracking the movement of the rats in the lines that appear on his tablet. The more they run, or in this case, the more Rashomon rides on Atsushi’s shoulder, the more those lines will crystalize into a map of the area Atsushi and Gin are walking through. Coupled with all the other information Ryuu will get, this lets him watch their backs.

The most important part is listening, though. Ryuu and Dazai are both listening, Dazai so he can help Gin and Atsushi do the talking, Ryuu because sound is the easiest way for him to hear a threat incoming.

“Can you hear this?” Atsushi asks, breaths gusting from his proximity to Rashomon.

“Back away from the rat, Jinko,” Ryuu chastises him. “I can hear you fine. The point is not to draw attention by talking to a rat.”

He can use the rats as speakers themselves, like he did that night he warned Atsushi to start running, but that would be less than helpful now. Both Gin and Atsushi have earpieces in this time around.

“You can see all the stuff we see, right?” Atsushi asks, and this time his voice is far enough away that it’s reasonable.

“Not right this second, but yes, in general,” Ryuu says. He doesn’t need to bother with the cameras yet. He knows where Gin and Atsushi are walking, and he doesn’t need the cameras to track their motions. The sounds around them are enough to give him warning.

Or they would be, if Atsushi wasn’t talking over them.

“So this is how you keep an eye on No. 6?”

“I need to hear things that aren’t you, Jinko.”

Atsushi shuts up after that. Ryuu flips the camera on for just a second. Gin and Atsushi are out on the streets of No. 6 now, hidden in a back alley near the wall. They’re barely going in, and if they’re lucky, they’ll be leaving without any incidents.

Now that they’re actually inside, Gin lets the other two rats, the ones Atsushi named Cravat and Hamlet, for some reason, go. Ryuu takes control of them, having them span out around Gin and Atsushi. He wants a wider view of what’s happening around them.

As they reach the supplier, the one that already skimmed off the top of the medicine shipment, Dazai starts talking to Gin and Atsushi, directing them through bartering. If they’d stolen the medicine themselves, they could take whatever they stole and sell it for pure profit, but that’s significantly higher risk, and even with the addition of Atsushi, they just don’t have the kind of manpower to be pulling off heists like that.

Ryuu ignores that and instead focuses on the other two rats. He frowns when he flips on the cameras in Hamlet’s eyes and sees a police officer. They’re not usually over in this area of the city, and if they are, it could spell trouble.

He scans around with both of the free rats, trying to find a reason for the police officer to be here. Because there has to be a reason. They’re in one of the suburbs, not all that far from where they saved Atsushi. The police don’t investigate much here, unless, of course, the crime is against No. 6 itself.

“Gin,” Ryuu cuts in after they’ve wrapped up their bartering. “Take a different route back.”

“Which one?” Gin asks softly.

“Avoid the side street you came up from the sewers on until you have to get back in.”

He’s not all that worried about either of them getting recognized. Gin was never in No. 6’s system like he was, and Atsushi looks so different now that it’s not a major issue. Still, he wants to avoid trouble.

“We’re almost back underground,” Gin says. Just as she speaks, gunshots ring out. Atsushi yelps, but when Ryuu flips Rashomon’s eyes on, they’re already underground.

“Were you followed?” he asks.

“I don’t think so,” Gin says.

“I’ll check. Run.”

Rashomon will keep transmitting sound, so Ryuu will hear them if they need him. For now, he goes back to Hamlet and Cravat, trying to find the source of the gunshots.

It doesn’t take him long. Cravat gives him an excellent view of the supplier Gin just finished negotiating with, eyes wide and vacant. He must not have skimmed off the top as sneakily as he thought.

At least Gin got out before the shit hit the fan.

Nobody looks twice at the sewer grate. Gin and Atsushi are safe.

Ryuu jumps violently when a hand lands on his shoulder.

“Good work,” Dazai tells him. Ryuu blinks. And blinks again. And tries to make sure he still understands basic Japanese.

“What?”

“You did good,” Dazai says. “When you slow down and use your brain, you do good work.”

Ryuu still can’t make the words process in his brain. He understands them, but Dazai has never praised him this genuinely before. Any scraps of approval were won by him fighting tooth and nail for them, and then, they were still only scraps. This was wholehearted and almost freely given, and Ryuu can’t understand what he did to earn it.

He does this all the time, although not much in front of the others. It’s just an extension of how he uses the rats to keep an eye on No. 6. This wasn’t anything special. The only difference was that he was guiding Gin and Atsushi this time.

“If Atsushi-kun can be persuaded to keep up as Gin’s companion, we should keep you on this,” Dazai continues. “You’re good at it.”

Ryuu still doesn’t quite know how to process, doesn’t quite know how he got this, what he wants most in the world, but he nods. If watching Gin and Atsushi from the shadows gets him praise, he’ll gladly keep doing it.

[singledarkshade]

Sapphire And Steel

Part Six Rip took the beer Leonard set in front of him, “Thanks.”

“This is your free birthday drink,” Leonard said, “Make the most of it.”

Chuckling he turned to watch the rest of the people in the bar, almost every one of them was a cop. Which, considering who Leonard Snart used to be, still amused Rip.

“And here is the birthday boy,” Sara called with a grin as she bounced into the bar, “Happy Birthday, Roomie.”

Rip rolled his eyes, “I really hate when you do the pretend peppy act.”

“Why do you think I do it?” she asked amused, turning to the bar she grinned at Leonard who handed her a beer, “Are you planning on doing something fun tonight or are you being your usual boring self and having one drink only?”

Rip chuckled, “I’m having one drink and, as my mother is going to call in about an hour, I am going to go home to talk to her then I am going to read my book in peace.”

“So, usual boring self,” Sara rolled her eyes.

“Exactly,” he smiled.

Chuckling Sara shook her head, “Then I will drink for you.”

  “There’s my boy,” Mary Xavier called when the video-call connected, “Happy Birthday, dear.”

Rip gave her a smile back, “Thank you, Mother. I got your present, which I’ll probably have to hide from Sara.”

“Well, the one good thing Jonah taught you was the love of a decent scotch,” she teased before asking, “How are things in Central City?”

Rip shrugged, “Not bad but…”

“But?” she asked concerned.

“A case I’m working on is driving me a little crazy. It also meant I had to speak to Zaman Druce,” Rip told her.

Concern covered his mother’s face, “You spoke with him? Did he know who you are?”

“He didn’t recognise me,” Rip assured her, “Either time I saw him.”

“What about this case is so important that you would deliberately put yourself in the same room as that…” she trailed off for a second with disgust before finishing, “Man?”

“The two women I’m chasing used to work for him,” Rip explained, “I needed to try to get information on them out of him.”

She frowned again, “Be careful, darling. I know you’re an adult now and there is no need for you to fear him but what that piece of filth did to you…”

“I don’t need to see him again, Mother,” Rip promised, “You don’t have to worry.”

A warm smile covered her face, “I always worry about you. Especially since you decided to become a police officer.”

Rip smiled at her, “I’m always careful. I promise.”

“Well, I’m hoping to come see you soon,” she told him, “I love you, dear.”

“Love you too.”

  Hanging up with his mother, Rip smiled to himself. He missed her. She couldn’t visit often because she had responsibilities, and he rarely made it back to London, but they talked as often as they could.

She was his adopted mother, Rip had never known his real one, but she had taken him in when the person he trusted above all in the world betrayed him in the most horrible way. He’d been ten years old, in pain and angry when Mary Xavier walked into his life. Taking the abuse that he gave without blinking, bringing him things to keep him occupied and challenging him. She was the first person in the world never to let him down and the day she took him into her home, he had held his breath expecting it to be taken away. Rip was sceptical at first but because she was so patient and loving, he started to believe it was real.

It wasn’t that late, but Rip had an early shift so decided to grab a mug of tea and read in bed for an hour or so. Setting the mug on his bedside cabinet he leaned back on the bed against his pillows and was about to shut down his laptop when it pinged letting him know a message had arrived.

He smiled slightly to see it was a birthday message from Caitlin, opening it he grimaced at the message that appeared.

Happy Birthday, Detective, it read, We have a present for you. You may want to close this down and delete it instantly but if you do, or if you don’t watch the entire present, then a virus will be sent to everyone in your contacts list. And it is a nasty one. Click on the link, Detective and enjoy your present. Sapphire & Steel.

Rip frowned but knew he had no choice but to follow their instructions. He knew how good Gideon Ryder was with computers and, although he was no slouch in that area, without some idea of what programme she’d used he knew he had to do what they said.

Taking a breath, he clicked the link.

Miranda and Gideon’s faces appeared on the screen before him.

“We have a present for you, Detective,” Miranda smiled at him, “I know, from that kiss you gave me, that you’re interested. So, we thought we’d let you see exactly what you can look forward to when you join us.”

Rip’s eyes widened as the shot moved back and there the two women were, on a large bed naked. All the blood rushed from his brain as he watched them kiss, touching one another moaning in pleasure. He knew he could simply turn the screen to face the wall, turn the volume down. They wouldn’t know and it would play out.

But he couldn’t look away.

For the past few months Rip had found himself fantasising about these two women, and now they were showing him everything he’d dreamed of.

The camera angle changed and this time it only showed Gideon, laying back on a pillow with one hand on her breast while the other was splayed across the white silken sheets, fingers gripping the material, her lips were parted and soft noises of enjoyment filled the room from whatever Miranda was doing out of shot. Without thought Rip slid his hand down under his covers, stroking himself in time with the gasps of the woman undulating in the throes of pleasure on the screen before him. Gideon suddenly let out a cry as she climaxed and Rip joined her, breathing heavily.

“I told you she sparkles,” Miranda appeared again, smiling smugly, “Hope you enjoyed your present. Now you’ve seen this, it’ll delete itself. If you want an encore performance come and find us, Detective. I promise it’s an even better live show and the next time it can be interactive.”

The screen moved again showing them laying together on the bed wrapped around one another.

“Come and join us,” Miranda finished, “There’s plenty of room for you in our bed, Detective.”

The screen went blank.

Rip stared at the screen for several minutes before he went for a very cold shower.

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  Gideon smiled as they walked through the mall in Star City.

The jewellery store they were looking at as their next target had some beautiful pieces, but it was also close to an amazing bakery which made chocolate cakes that Gideon could eat all day every day.

“What do you think,” Miranda asked as they strolled.

“Very simple security system,” Gideon mused, “I could get through it in my sleep. The safe a child could open. But they have some pretty, pretty trinkets for us.”

Miranda chuckled, “How long do you need to prepare?”

“Another day,” Gideon replied, “It’s an easy security system.”

They continued to the bakery where Gideon took a seat in the window seat while Miranda went to get them tea and cake. Gideon wasn’t allowed to because she took about an hour to choose after she saw the selection. Miranda knew what Gideon liked and made it easier by giving her one choice as well as a taste of whatever Miranda got to eat.

Watching the store, Gideon frowned as she watched several men appear with several large boxes all with a security logo she didn’t recognise.

“Interesting,” she mused, pulling out her tablet and hacking into the CCTV feed in the store.

“What is?” Miranda appeared with their tea and cake.

Gideon grimaced, “They’re upgrading their security.”

“Inconvenient,” Miranda mused.

“I know,” Gideon said, “But it might be something fun. I don’t recognise the logo. It could be a new system. One I haven’t seen before.”

Miranda chuckled, “I love how excited this makes you, but it does mess with our plans.”

“I’m watching them,” Gideon told her, “But I will have to go into the store to check if there is anything below the CCTV camera I’m tapped into.”

A small frown covered Miranda’s face, “Is that absolutely necessary?”

“I’m afraid so,” Gideon told her, “And you can’t come with me. I need to be discreet. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.”

Miranda grimaced but nodded, “Let’s finish our tea first. Make sure there are less people around.”

“Yes, dear.”

  Rip stood watching the two women he had been chasing as they sat drinking their tea. He had been meticulous setting up this sting. He needed jewellery that was expensive enough and belonged to someone they felt deserved to have it stolen from. He’d ensured one of the pieces had sapphires in it since they were always extra enticing to Gideon. This was something he’d noticed going through all the files he had of everything they’d ever stolen. A security system that was easy enough for Gideon to be relaxed about and then he had the ‘new’ system installed.

They were so close to him right now, so close he could attempt arrest them now but there were too many variables here and there was the possibility they could get away. He wasn’t going to lose his chance to catch them.

After the video they’d sent him on his birthday, Rip’s dreams every night were X-rated, and he had to arrest them to get them out of his life so he could get back to normal.

Lance wasn’t happy about Rip’s plan, neither was Singh but he knew this was the best idea. He needed to get Gideon, and then put her in an environment he could control to capture Miranda. He would have them both, and he could forget all about them.

Finally, Gideon finished her tea and stood, giving Miranda a quick kiss before she walked out the bakery. Rip had declined any additional support so couldn’t have anyone tail Miranda, he also didn’t want her to be tipped off that the police were watching them because that could ruin his plan. Walking softly, he instead followed Gideon.

She didn’t head directly for the jewellery store, instead walked around the stores looking in windows. Not only beautiful, Gideon seemed to just enjoy life from the way she smiled as she wandered. Rip frowned seeing her steal a lipstick and forced himself to stay back until she got to the jewellery store where he could control the only escape routes she could possibly have.

  Gideon buzzed around, staying close to the jewellery store to keep an eye out for when the new security system was installed, and the store would be empty. She loved this time. Planning a job, finding everything they needed so that they could get their prize.

She sometimes wondered what she would have done if her parents hadn’t died, if she hadn’t been found by Druce who taught her to steal and lie. But then she knew she probably wouldn’t have met Miranda.

Despite the bad things she’d seen and done, Miranda’s love negated it all.

Finally, the people installing the new security system left the store, Gideon moved closer and saw only two people in the store. One with their head in what appeared to be an instruction manual. Walking into the store Gideon instantly turned to look at the pendants near the front door. Moving slowly around she scanned the new system, frowning after a few moments as the realisation that something was wrong hit her.

Forcing herself to remain calm, Gideon started for the door stopping as Detective Rip Hunter appeared in front of her, his gun raised.

“Hello, Miss Ryder,” he smiled slightly, “You are under arrest.”