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evermoreholland · 4 years

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Show’s Over | Charlie Gillespie

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tonight’s the wrap party for JATP and you didn’t want to say goodbye to Charlie.

Warnings: Crying, fluff

Word Count: 1,255

“Y/n, tonight’s supposed to be one of the greatest nights of our lives! Get excited!”

Charlie’s voice kept replaying in your head. Tonight’s the wrap party for Julie and the Phantoms and Charlie was ecstatic. This was his first main role in a television show and he was very proud about what he just worked on, so of course, he was excited about the wrap party, but you just couldn’t help but feel down.

Over the past few months that you worked on the set of Julie and the Phantoms, you have come to have feelings for Charlie. You two would spend almost all of your breaks and days off together, so you grew to really like him. He was fun to be around and was quite the charmer. You didn’t plan on having these types of feelings for your colleague and friend, but it happened and you couldn’t escape it. You wanted to be excited for the wrap party, you truly did, but you couldn’t help but find yourself sad that you would have to say goodbye to Charlie so soon.

Charlie said that he would pick you up to go to the wrap party. You wanted to dress well in hopes that it would make you feel better. You put on your favorite dress and put on some light makeup. Charlie knocked on your front door around ten minutes earlier than he said he would come. Charlie liked to be a little bit early, so you expected his arrival.

You opened the door and there you saw your handsome best friend, but you wouldn’t say that to his face. He was wearing a floral button-down and some blue jeans. His hair was growing out and his sunkissed skin made his hazel eyes pop.

“Hey, Charlie,” you said as you moved to let him in your trailer.

“Are you pumped?” Charlie asked as he rubbed his hands together, something he did when he was excited about something.

“I don’t know if that’s the word I would use.”

“Very funny. Owen and Jeremy suggested some great songs for tonight. They put our song in the playlist for us,” Charlie said. Charlie was referring to the song “Snow (Hey Oh)” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Charlie loved to play that song on the guitar and you would always jam out with him.

“Can’t wait,” you said unenthusiastically. You hoped that Charlie didn’t hear the disinterest in your voice, but he of course picked up on it. Over the past few months, Charlie came to know you better than you know yourself.

“Are you okay?” Charlie asked as he grabbed your arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You’re lying to me,” Charlie stated. “Y/n, I can tell when you’re upset. What’s wrong?” Charlie wanted to help you, but he ultimately could not do so. You weren’t ready to admit your feelings to him, the timing would never be right.

“Charlie,” you sighed. You did not want to do this right now.

“You’re going to tell me what’s wrong,” he insisted.

“I’m going to miss you.” Charlie’s eyes softened hearing your words. He was going to miss you too, more than you knew. Charlie wrapped his arms around you and you hugged him back, burying your face in his chest.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” he said and kissed the top of your head. He couldn’t help it. Charlie was bad at sharing his feelings with people and his way to express it would be through physical affection, but you didn’t pick up on it. You stayed in each other’s arms for a while until you felt Charlie’s phone buzz in his pocket. Charlie pulled away from you to check it.

“It’s Owen. He’s wondering where we are.”

“We should probably get going then,” you suggested. To be honest, all you wanted to do was spend the night alone with Charlie, but you knew how important this was to him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Charlie made sure to always double-check if you were alright because he cared a lot about you and didn’t want to risk anything.

“I’ll be okay.” Charlie rolled his eyes at your response because you didn’t seem fine to him. “I’m serious, Charlie. Let’s go.” You insisted.

You both made your way to the wrap party. You could tell that Charlie was excited. He would often become jumpy when he was extremely happy or excited. You were definitely happy for him.

Once you got there Charlie grabbed your hand and asked, “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Charlie held onto your hand as you went inside. He knew that parties made you feel overwhelmed sometimes so he knew to be cautious. You were with your friends so it couldn’t be too bad.

“I’m going to say hello to the guys. Come to me if you need anything, alright?” Charlie said and kissed your cheek. He let go of your hands and went to go greet Jeremy and Owen. You spent some time with Savannah and jammed out to music.

A couple of hours passed by and you got a chance to greet all of your castmates. You hung out with everyone and eventually, you found yourself to be tired. “Y/n!” Charlie shouted as he came up to you.

“Yeah, Charlie?”

“You wanna go? I’m getting kinda tired,” Charlie said and then rubbed his eyes.

“Sure, I’m tired as well.” Charlie grabbed your hand and went to leave the party.

“Your place or mine?” Charlie asked.

“Mine,” you mumbled.

You both went to your apartment and went you got there you both landed on the sofa. You were both on opposite ends of the sofa and Charlie made grabby hands at you.

“Come here,” he whined. “I want cuddles.”

You move yourself to the other side of the sofa and into Charlie’s arms and let him wrap his arms around you.

“Much better,” Charlie said. You loved these moments with Charlie and it brought tears to your eyes that it was over. He would be going home tomorrow night and you couldn’t help but feel sad about it. Charlie felt your tears hit his arms and he couldn’t help but pout.

“Y/n? Why are you crying?”

“I love you, Charlie,” you confessed. “I really do.”

“Are you serious?” Charlie was shocked to hear your confession. You were both so clueless to the fact that you loved each other, it was almost funny.

“Yes, Charlie. That’s why I was so sad before we left for the party.” You moved away from Charlie and sat on the other side of the sofa. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.”

“I love you, too, Y/n.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” Charlie said as he started to tear up too. “I really do.”

“Why are you crying now, Gillespie?

“Probably because I’m going home tomorrow or because I’m tired. Maybe both.” Charlie laughed.

“You wanna fly back with me?” You offered.

“Do you want me to?”

“Charlie, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you to.”

“Then I would love to,” Charlie said.

“Then it’s settled.” You moved closer to Charlie and cupped his cheek. “I love you.”

He kissed you briefly and said, “I love you, too.”

You spent the rest of the night together talking about your relationship. You were so lucky that you pushed your fears away to confess your feelings to Charlie because ended up finding the perfect guy to be with.

#charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie #i like this lol

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Love

I´ve been so self indulgent during this week, thanks for your patience. I went overboard with this @whumpmasinjuly ´s prompt for day 3, “Love”. (2020)

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CW// Slavery, ´pet whumphuman trafficking, referenced conditioning and past dubcon/noncon, trauma survivors navigating relationships and recovery. Slightly Stockholm syndrome affected whumpees.

It was snowing slightly outside the supermarket. Sann had waited outside the house with his brown coat and muted blue sweater, when they came back home from work. Pushed Albus towards the snowy street to buy ingredients for dinner.

It was odd, because they had enough food for Christmas, which would be next week, but he couldn´t say no to Sann. Much less when he looked so happy going outside whenever he could. Stopping a few times to play with the snow. One of those Sann slipped and fell on his butt, making Albus jump to see if he was alright, right after he snorted and broke into laughter.

“I’ll get you some cream for it later yeah?” The freckled boy´s jeans were still a bit wet when they went inside the store. Sann patting it with a pained frown on his face.

“Hey Sann, look” Albus called when they were passing by the clothes isle. The other boy’s hand passing over the clothes like always before he turned. Sann´s face went from interested to a pout, noticing the other was holding anti-slip snow shoes with a shit eating grin. “Could´ve come handy earlier, maybe we should buy them” Sann hit his shoulder as the other snickered.

A few steps away Sann took something from the book isle and trotted back to hand him it with that bratty smile he had.

“Merry Christmas then” Sann signed when Albus pulled his eyes up, away from the “comedy for dummies” book on his hands.

“Ha, you think you´re so funny don´t you?” he said pulling him closer from his coat. “I know how to shush my favorite comedian though” he quickly inhaled before he kissed the corner of his mouth, just a little peck on the lips that left Sann looking for more as he pulled away. Just staring into each other´s eyes for a moment.

Sann gave him another quick kiss before he smiled and grabbed softly Albus´ chin. Shaking it a bit before he stepped away. “You should shush me more often” Sann signed, walking backwards to the cash registers extending his hand. Albus took it without thinking. Bringing it to his lips to give it a swift kiss.

On the way back home, it was Sann who laughed at him when he slipped on the icy floor. The little groceries they had bought, flying in the air to land on the snow. Even though, as they were holding hands, Sann fell too.

“We should have bought them!” Albus shouted as the other helped him pick up the things, giggling at the way he patted his own butt.

Walking in a bit of pain, they saw the lights flicker inside the house. Just before Albus turned to Sann shrugging, acting as if he hadn’t gone to the supermarket just to make time. Hiding his smirk from the boy as he opened the door with reddened fingers. Watching how his eyes turned from suspiciousness and wariness to shock.

It was certainly a surprise to give him a party.

He stared in awe at the “1 year” sign hanging from the ceiling with small triangular papers as Sann pushed him inside. Passed his eyes around the faces that had become his world, not a single trace of lies, of hidden intentions behind their smiles. Just genuinely happy about having him there.

Tony and Sasha bathed him in hugs and Jeremy pulled him to sit on the table with delicious food on it. None of it spicy, which he knew was even a bigger gift. As he was the only one there who didn’t love spicy food.

“Hey, I´m the mute one here, say something!” Sann signed next to him.

“I…Just don´t know what to say…Thank you is too plain” his cheeks went red, pulling his eyes back to Zarai. In a silent question, pleading for instructions.

“Don´t look at me, it was Sann´s and Sasha´s idea” The albino looked at the two with not-so-guilty grins on their faces. He suddenly felt a need to jump and hug Sasha and shower Sann in affection. Proud of him for making a party, even if it was small, it had been hard to make him feel comfortable in that setting.

“Well a thank you is more than enough” Claude said putting a cup with mulled wine on his hands, like everyone had in front of their plates. They lifted their cups, waiting for him to join. He pulled it up with just the biggest smile anyone had seen on him “Cheers!”

They stayed playing something called “guess” until very late into the night. A simple game where a player had to think of a movie, series or famous person and the others had to ask things like “is it an action movie?” “Animated?” “Are they gay or European?” to get to the answer. Obviously, Sann, Sasha and Albus weren’t really good at it, but it was a fun way to learn about the world they had forgotten. The pain of remembering, kind of soothed by the wine.

To which by the end of the party, Albus couldn’t carry himself to the room and had fell on the sofa telling Tony he was just fine, didn’t understand why he was so worried if he felt so good! Jeremy and Sann bonded over animated films (which were Sann’s favorites) and some math thing used in economics Sann always tried to explain to him but never could quite understand. But whatever concept he could wrap his head around had helped him to land a project with a great commission all by himself. He was really happy Sann had a friend outside of their circle now. How he seemed to enjoy it too leaked on to his own mood.

“Having fun?” Sasha tucked some of his hair behind his ear. He gave her a few nods with shut eyes. A wide smile had been there since the very beginning.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. Maybe even before” he told her in a daze. “Thank you Sasha”

He couldn´t believe it sometimes. How different his life had become since a year ago. If it hadn’t gone this way, he would still be in training, maybe just waking up from an endurance test, or maybe on a cold isolated cage. Hungry, alone, but safely away from other handlers. His body aching, but just desperate enough to be obedient and stay quiet behind the bars.

This honestly felt like a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

“Your welcome, Al” she smiled at him before pulling him up “You will get used to this after a while. Trust me. It was difficult for me at the beginning too”

“Parties?”

“Freedom” the boy hummed as reply “Alex wasn’t a bad person. Just in need of some help, until they didn’t” she stayed quiet for a second, rubbing her wrist “It was scary to hide it, that someone would call and I would go back even with my papers in order and all, but. I guess, people also helped with that” she said looking at Tony. “Made it easier to trust” Albus knew for a fact they would marry someday. Maybe sometime on May, if Tony finally showed her the ring, so he smiled at the love-struck look on her eyes. “And maybe not forget, but keep going despite everything”

“I hope Sann feels like that someday too”

“And you too, Al. Someday” she said pointing to his neck, where the collar still stood. He let out some air. A heavy sigh, one he didn’t show the real weight of. Putting a vague smile instead.

“If you need help with that, give me a call. I will help you find them”

Albus frowned “Who?”

“The people who helped me. You called me once to ask me about them, but you never brought it up…You don´t remember?” she asked him when he only ket looking at her with a tighter frown.

“When did I do that?” Albus asked, but he never got his answer as his attention quickly sled to the boy walking their way with a large shy smile.

Sann walked to them with a guitar on his hand before he sat in front of him. Other people taking out their phones to catch the moment Sann signed this was his present for him. That he would find a way to get him what they saw at the store, making the albino chuckle, lifting himself up to be sit upright when Sann inhaled deeply and put his hand over the strings.

It was a soft tune, wrapping him in the warm feeling of a rhythm that carried you like a butterfly on the wind. Playfully doing tricks as it went higher. Having a rustic touch to it that made Albus imagine a valley of wheat swaying with a soft breeze. At the middle of it Sann’s fingers moved slower, low tones in quick succession that gained speed, Sann’s fingers moved swiftly down the strings. Squinting his eyes to try smoother down the migraine trying to come for him. Slightly pulling him out of the roll before he finished in a twist, a combination of the butterfly and the low tones that made him think of stone alleys and high windows.

When Sann lifted his eyes to see his reaction, He had to be quick to put the guitar away to receive him on his arms. Clapping and cheering, slightly drowning the messy praise the boy gave him. Mixed with a few curses followed of I love you. Low enough only Sann could hear them.

After a while, he was clinging to Sann on the sofa. His legs over his lap and his arms around his shoulders. Foreheads touching each other. Whispering little things as Sasha and Tony said their goodbyes from the door. Jeremy long gone after a friendly hug and congratulations were given.

Sann wasn’t a light drinker. He was perfectly fine while listening to a drunk and affectionate Albus, with a grin on his face. Nodding whenever the other asked a question. However nonsensical it was.

“You’re so nice, Sann” he said. Face warm and flushed. Eyes glassy like he was about to cry “You with me when you’re so great….” he pressed his forehead against the other. Slightly nuzzling. “I don’t know what I did to have you in my life, but whatever it was, it must have been very good” it became Sann’s turn to get flushed red. He suddenly pulled away and with a very serious face he stared into Sann’s gray eyes. “I love you”

Sann was frozen on his place. But he pulled up his hand, keeping his middle and annular down. Albus didn’t took long to imitate the sign.

It was a bet, but he leaned on. Sann closed his eyes, checking if there wasn’t a voice telling him if it was the right thing to do, and pressing a bit with a little smile when he found none. Soft lips meeting his and pulling apart in a quick inhale. He was surprised, however, when he tried the tip and was met with a bold reply. A hand on his hair and a twist in his mouth. Even then, careful to not let slip his hands to his bare neck. Delicious and at the same time amazing as he knew the person it was coming from. Despite that, it didn’t feel forced, or practiced until mastery. It was messy but engaging, it felt genuine. So when they pulled away with a pop, Sann was wide eyed at the albino.

“Is that a good shush?” He smirked, red eyes glittering under the moonlight.

“Dunno” Sann’s dimples showed on his cheeks “I need a second try” he signed before putting away his glasses. Feeling the boy’s hands pass to his back and pull him closer.

“Sann…” he suddenly went in the middle of the twist. Pulling away “thank you”

“…For what?”

“For everything. For…this” he said putting the same sign he did before. Pulling it down and sinking on the other’s chest “I hope you’re happy forever, however it may be” he said before Sann’s face pulled into a slightly confused frown and lulled him to sleep. Carrying him back to bed after a while.

In their room, Zarai slept soundly on his chest. But Claude was troubled. Ever since he had shifted jobs, he couldn’t fall asleep easily. Tonight, it was the celebration stuck on his mind. He remembered the boy’s bloody papers. So he knew the day he had arrived, was the same as his birthday.

That’s why they had made him the surprise party.

But even when Zarai had widened her eyes, even when she had found herself angry she was even more shocked to not tell him. And Claude couldn’t know if it was the right decision or not.

As he woke up with a migraine and looking overall destroyed, letting Sann prepare breakfast for all of them and feeling slightly guilty for taking a pill, but exuding a joy that couldn’t really fit on the doctor’s head. As he saw him thank Zarai for letting him rest, Claude tried to think, to believe it was for the best.

I actually based Sann´s guitar thing on this thing my dad did. You can hear it here.

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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Did I Take A Step Too Far Part 10

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: You and Bucky were best friends, but one night you took your relationship to the next level. You you want to continue moving forward, but Bucky acts like he regrets it, and even tries to move on.

Warnings: angst

You sat nervously waiting for Jeremy to arrive, hating this whole situation. You heard a knock on the door and opened it nervously to see Jeremy with a small smile on your face. You step aside to allow him in your room and close the door. You are 100% certain he can hear your heart pounding.

You motion for him to sit on the bed while you stand in front of him, trying to gain the confidence to speak. He looks at you with a nervous expression, but when he sees your face he sighs and drops his head. “I get it.” he says. You move to sit next to him and open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“It’s him. It’s Bucky, that’s who you want. I get it. I’m stupid to think you would abandon the guy you love for me.” he says not looking at you. You tentatively put your hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to lead you on and drag you further into this mess I have made when I know in the end it will be him. I pushed him away so many times and have regretted it, and I just can’t do it again.” you say honestly.

Jeremy looks into your eyes for a moment before kissing your cheek. “I wish you the best, Y/N. God knows you deserve it, and I hope he is everything you want.” He gets up and heads toward the door, but quickly turns and looks at you, “Thank you for doing this in person and not on the phone. I think that would have hurt a lot worse.”

You walk up and hug him, “You deserve an amazing girl, who will love you with every fiber of her being.” you whisper. He nods and leaves the room. You release the breath you were holding and shake the nerves away. One down, now you need to get your man! You wait a few minutes until you are sure Jeremy is gone and head out into the common room where Steve and Sam are.

“Have you guys seen Bucky?” you ask. They both give you a nervous look. “What?” you ask. Steve speaks first, “What was Jeremy doing here?” he asks. You furrow your brows, “I was telling him the truth. I want Bucky, why?” you ask. Both guys smile, but there is something troubling in their expressions.

“He thought you were choosing Jeremy and left about 15 minutes ago.” Sam said giving you a sad smile. You panic for a moment, “Do you know where he is?” you ask looking between both guys. They both shake their head no. You grab your cell phone and call him. It goes to voicemail after a few rings. You try again and again, but he doesn’t answer. You text him and he doesn’t respond. Of all the stupid, idiotic things for him to do, this takes the cake!

Steve tries to calm you down as you walk back and forth in the common room. He calls Bucky also, but gets no answer. Finally you have had enough, you were going to go out and find him. Before you could leave you realize how stupid you were, “FRIDAY, track Sergeant Barnes’ phone please and send the coordinates to my cell phone.” you say to the AI. You walk to the elevator as you get the coordinates.

Bucky is nursing his whiskey sitting at the bar. He can’t help thinking what an idiot he was to think he could actually have a chance with you. There was too much water under the bridge for this to work. He tries to keep to himself, but a beautiful woman comes over the flirt with him. He allows this to happen, seeing as he is single.

After about 20 minutes of talking, he has his arms wrapped around her waist, whispering into her ear about how he wants to meet her in the bathroom. The woman giggles and tells him to meet her in 2 minutes. As she walks away he sees you standing there with your arms crossed.

“Surprise.” you say, clearly annoyed. Bucky downs the rest of his whiskey and stands, as you walk over to him. “What are you doing here Y/N? Come to officially reject me? Well I got the message when Jeremy came over. Don’t worry, I’ll move on, in fact I have to meet someone in the bathroom now.” he says nonchalantly.

You smack him across the face, which makes his eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “I was telling Jeremy I wanted you, you fucking asshole! I was dumping him for you! But go ahead and meet your girl in the bathroom, don’t let me stop you! I can’t believe I actually thought we could finally be together!” you yell before turning and leaving the bar.

You don’t get far before a metal hand grabs your arm to stop you. You open your mouth to protest when you suddenly feel his lips on yours. You fight him and push him away. “What the fuck! You can’t do that when you were just about to have sex with someone else!” You shout. Bucky just looks at you.

“I didn’t do anything with her, I promise. I thought we were over, I’m sorry. I’m fucking stupid, you know that! But I am here, I don’t want that girl, I want this girl.” He said sliding his hands around your waist. You look into his eyes, hurt evident in them.

“Is it ever going to be easy with us? I hate this back and forth all the time!” you say as he pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. “I think it will, now that we are both on the same page and know how each other feels.” he said. You push back slightly, and look up at him.

“You ever do something that this again and I will castrate you!” you say, smirking after. Bucky laughs and pulls you closer looking into your eyes. “I do anything like this again and I will let you castrate me, deal?” he says. You nod and lean in to kiss him again.

Epilogue

You have been dating Bucky for one year, and you have to say, it’s been pretty great. You both learned that communication is key, and that has definitely helped your relationship. You officially move in together and even got a cat, Alpine.

You spend pretty much every day together, hating to be apart. You notice however, over the last few weeks, Bucky has been slightly distant. He has been hiding when on the phone, texting someone all the time, and going out alone for hours on end. You get nervous that he found someone else. Maybe him and Ashley got back together.

You shake it off, knowing Ashley and Jeremy actually got together and have been in a loving relationship together. So was it someone else? You try to tell Nat and Wanda about your feelings, but they tell you that you are probably over reacting. You try to think past it, but you know something is up.

One day Nat suggests you going for a walk to calm down. You had a breakdown in her room about your theory. You walked to Central Park and stroll around for hours. Then you walk along the West Side Highway and walk up the Hudson River. You finally receive text from your boyfriend, hours later asking where you are. You ignore him and keep walking.

When it was finally too dark to continue, you make your way back toward the tower. You feel utterly defeated, the walk doing nothing. When you get up to the residential floors, you notice that all is quiet, which is weird for a Friday night. You head to your shared bedroom, your head hanging low. When you open the door your breath gets caught in your throat.

The room is surrounded by lit candles and roses. Bucky is standing in the middle of the room in jeans and his red henley. Tears flood to your eyes as you stumble into the room to Bucky’s extended hand. He pulls you toward him and holds your left hand as he wipes the tears from your eyes with his flesh hand.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are the light and love of my life. I love you more than anything is this world. You have been my best friend for three years, and my best girl for one. I have loved every moment spent with you, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. I won’t say I love you to the moon and back because that has an ending. To quote one of your favorite Disney movies, I love you... to infinity and beyond”, because my love for you is never ending.”

You are sobbing as Bucky drops to one knee, taking the black velvet box out of his pocket and opening it up to the most beautiful diamond ring you have ever seen. “My love, my heart, my soul is yours forever. Doll, will you please marry me?” he says as tears start pooling in his eyes.

You choke on the sob, nodding since the words won’t come out. Bucky stands and pulls you into a passionate kiss. When you pull back you just keep chanting, “yes, yes, yes I will marry you.” You hug him tightly, never wanting to let go. You can’t believe you thought the worst again. You and Bucky had a love of a lifetime, and neither of you will ever let it go.

I guess they were right. Some men and women can’t just be friends, which is okay by you in this instance.

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91percentpynch · 4 years

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Jean‘s first Winter Barquet without the Ravens

look i have this in my head for a while now, so i thought i might as well share it with you guys!! i have absolutely no idea where this is going, guess will find out:) jerejan isn‘t a thing yet in this headcanon, but please keep in mind that they ARE in love,,, we will see where they‘re going,,, also please keep in mind that i never took french so if the french terms are wrong i‘m sorry <33

jean only owns the suits he was forced to wear with the ravens. obviously he had no time to take it with him and no one would bother to give him the few things he actually owned back, so he has nothing to wear

as he has a mental breakdown because the thought of meeting his ex-teammates alone gives him anxiety jeremy walks in, smiling softly as he asks „so i guess we should get you a nice suit for tonight. are you bringing someone by the way?“

the moment he sees jean on the floor he goes over to him and sits down next to him on the floor

„is there something that would make you feel better?“ jeremy asks quietly. „need a hug? or something else?“

jean just holds out his hand, a silent question jer quickly answers by taking his hand and softly squeezing it

„we got this dude, don‘t worry i‘ll keep you safe“ jeremy whispers as jean is trying to stop his sobs

„how exactly do you plan to stop them?“ jean asks, with a thick french accent he gets when his panic attacks are especially bad

„oh, a man never tells his secrets. you will see when we need to find out“, jeremy laughs.

they stay in that position for a while before slowly getting up to go to the mall to get jean a suit

when they sit in the car and jeremy‘s about to start his car he asks jean if it‘s okay to listen to music, or if he‘d rather have it quiet

„music, because quiet reminds me of them“, jean whispers, ashamed that he would allow to show weakness to his captain

„music it is my dude“, jeremy says and puts on his french playlist. „thought you might like that“, he looks flashing a grin at jean

jer obviously knew jean liked it, jean told jer about his love to music/ french music when they started talking, he told him it calms him down

jean just puts his head against the window, looking at nothing in peticular

at the mall they go into the first store who sells suits (because they‘re slightly stressed to make it back in time, they‘re both masters in procastination)

„okay so i thought of something, cause shopping for clothes is always super boring. so we both choose something for the other person and try it on together. you don‘t have to take my choice but you have to at least try it on“

„but you have terrible taste, jeremy. terrible“

„well than you can only improve the way i look, can‘t you?“, jer replies with a wink, „and my taste is perfectly fine“

jean doesn‘t reply to that, as the only thought in his head „everything is perfect about you, everything but the way you dress“, but he will not say such things to his captain

jeremy takes his lack of an answer as a yes and disappears to look for suits

sharing a dom for a few months and the fact that jer leaves his stuff lying around jean knows jer‘s size

not that he would be interested in jeremy, not that he would spend hours on end thinking about his captain

jean picks out a navy blue suit and a light grey bow tie which happens to have the exact same color as his eyes

slowly he goes looking for jeremy, who waits for him in front of the dressing rooms with his characteristic toothy grin

„okay show me what you got“, jer says when jean is within earshot

jean hands his finding over without a word - blushing a bit

jer takes it, hands jean a suit and diappears in the changinng room

jean slowly goes in the one next to jer and changes in the suit jer gave him

once he‘s done he looks at himself in the mirror

jeremy chose a light grey suit with a navy blue suit

they unintentionally match

when jean leaves the changin room, jer is already waiting, happily chatting with an employee about the exy season

he stands there awkwardly looking at jeremy, not saying a thing, until jeremey turns around and notices him

jeremy gives him a once over and nods satisfied with himself

„we‘re matching, i like that“, he says softly, blushing

„i have to admit, this is not as terrible as i thought it would end up to be. you look faboulous, no wonder when i pick out your outfit“

„well, you look rad as fuck my dude. you‘re definetly buying that, well not you but coach. coach told me to get us some nice suits, apparently the one i own is - i quote - ‚a unnecessary threat to society‘“

„he isn‘t wrong though“, jean says, a small smile on his lips.

„holy shit you‘re smiling, i either said something unbelieveable stupid or funny. i thought i had to talk french again to make you feel better“

jeremy took french as soon as he knew jean would come to the trojans so he could talk to jean in private, if needed to

„please don‘t. your french is terrible“, jean replies, his smile only getting bigger at the thought of jer‘s terrible pronounciation

„hey“, jer says jokingly offended

they change back in their regular clothes, pay the suits and head back to their dorm

„you wanna listen to that french music while we pack for tonight?“, jeremy asks quitely when they close their dorm door behind them

jean can only nod, his panic slowly growing

on the way to palmetto state - where the winter barquet will take place this year - jeremy sits next to jean

when jer notices jean getting nervouse/ anxiouse he offers him his hand

„my mom used to hold my hand when i was anxious, said she‘d keep me safe. thought it might help you as well“, jer is blushing again, avoiding jean‘s eyes

jean takes jer‘s hand without comment, thinking how soft they are over and over and over again

„why didn‘t you bring a date? i bet the ladies would kill someone to go on an event like that with a guy like you?“, jean asks jeremy in a sorry try to distract himself from the ever rising anxiety

„i‘m not into girls, first of all. and secondly i might like someone who would not be ready to with me there and i will not force them to do anything when they are clearly not ready“

jean pretty much stopped paying attention when jeremey said he was into guys

„what do you mean by ‚a guy like me‘?“, jer asks winking

„oh you know, unbelieveably annoying, decent looking, kind. isn‘t that what girls are into these days? i wouldn‘t know, all we got to be interested in was exy, exy, exy“, jean whispered, blushing

„annoying, huh?“, jer laughed.

jean didn‘t know what to reply so he decieded to stare out the window - definetly NOT thinking about how beautiful jeremy‘s eyes look in the stupid light of the bus

„hey wanna listen to the french music again? someone told me lately that my pronunciation is shit, so i need to listen to it anyways as this french guy won‘t help me out. we can share my headphones if you want?“

jean had never seen jeremy so shy, and he had to admit jer is even more adorable and attractive that way

not that jean would pay that much attention to jeremy knox

jean just nods unable to form a word, yet a sentence

when he put the headphone in his ear, he leans his head against the window and shortly after that falls asleep

when they arrived at palmetto state, jer wakes jean up softly

jean didn‘t let go of jer‘s hand - his grip only tightening- until they reached the home locker room where they would put their stuff and get changed for the barquet

„don‘t worry, i will keep you safe. i will punch anyone who looks at you funny“, jeremy whispers to jean when jean struggled to close the buttons of his shirt

jean‘s hand wouldn‘t stop shaking so jeremy closed the buttons of jean‘s shirt for him

jean suddenly gets very inappropriate thoughts while silently watching jer buttoning his shirt

„ready.“ jean answers, taking jer‘s hand

„ready?“ jer asks, holding out his hand, when they are changed

as soon as they entered the court jean looks for renee, in order to Not Look at the raven‘s table

obviously renee would spot him immediatly and drag her girlfriend alison with her to greet him

renee hugs him tightly completly ignoring jeremy

„i missed you, skyping just isn‘t enough j. you gotta visit me sometime. anyways i asked wymack to sit the foxes and the trojans together, so you can sit with me and tell me everything“, she said softly against his chest with a grin on her face.

jean isn‘t used to people being happy to see him so he is lowkey overwhelemed

„o- okay, but you gotta let me go first“

renee lets go almost immediatly, taking his other hand

it‘s only then that she notices jeremy

„oh god you two are matching, alison look they are matching“, she says excitedly

but alison only has eyes for her gorgeous girlfriend

jeremy laughs quietly while renee drags them to their seats

jean takes the place next to renee, jeremey sits next him, across from jean sits matt boyd, to matt‘s left kevin day and to matt‘s righ is dan

jean only focuses on renee though

they talk about school, their free time activities, the exy season, renee‘s plans for when she‘s done with college

jean does not let go of jeremy‘s hand until dinner arrives

they eat in silence, everyone‘s too busy with the delicous food

after everyone‘s done with dinner the tables are getting moved to the sides of the court, christmas music starts to play, someone brings the punch in and everyone starts to socialise

people are bringing their dates on the dance floor to slow dance under the mistletoes

„do you, uhm, do you maybe wanna dance with me?“, jer asks aggressivly blushing

„you wanna dance with me? what would the person you talked about on the bus would say to that?“, jean answers, having had a punch or two too much to calm his nerves

„that‘s what i‘m trying to find out right now actually“, jeremy replies shyly

„wait i‘m the mysterious guy you like? why?“, jean is suddenly not so drunk at all, rather confused than anything else

„dude have you looked in a mirror lately? i‘ve had a crush on you since i first saw you on court. started out as a stupid little crush, but then you started to live with me, play exy with me and i got to know you. you are so strong, so funny if you let yourself be, you are talented and so much more. i would add ‚good dancer‘ to that list, but you‘d have to dance with me for that“, jer says still blushing, avoiding his eyes

„okay, then let‘s show these losers how to dance“, jean replies, a small smile on his lips

jeremy knox liked him the way he liked him jeremy knox liked him the way he liked him jeremy knox liked him the way he liked him

so they ended up slow dancing at the edge of the dance floor

laila and renee saw them and took a quick picture of them before leaving them be

eventually it was only jean and jeremy, no ravens, no teams, no exy court

„i wanna see the stars“, jean says, suddenly having the urge to see the bright spots against the dark sky. needing to show jeremy, to make him understand

„i think it‘s okay when we disappear for a second“, jeremy says against his chest, as he still leans against jean from the slow dancing

so jean leads them out and as soon as they are outside he searches the night sky for the stars

when he found them jean points at them and says „look at the stars. you are the stars. you are bright and people look for you, people love you, people want to be with you. me? i‘m the night sky. i‘m dark, people are afraid of me. i am nothing worth looking at“

„jean, you are none of the things you said right now. if no one else i would always come looking at you. you are not dark. you surrived darkness and you came out of it. you surrived. you made it. and i am so unbelieveably proud of you. you are so strong and beautiful and if no one else, i want to be with you“

jean never cried, not when his parents sold him and homesickness almost killed him, not when riko tortured him, not when kevin left him alone in that hellhole, but this? silent tears are running down his cheeks

jer‘s hand is reaching up to his face to put them away, but he stops a few inches away, asking „may i?“

jean only asks

jeremy softly puts jean‘s tears away with his thumb

„i really wanna kiss you, can i kiss you?“, jeremy asks softly.

jean is unable to say a single word so he just nods and leans in to jer

and that‘s the story of their first ever kiss

it‘s also the story why jean calls jer „mon étoile“

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #jeremy knox #jean moreau #jerejean #headcanon #jeremy knox x jean moreau

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Title: ballet practice Rating: PG Length: 2,200 Warnings: None. All fluff. Notes: Please note that we’ve encountered a time jump. This ficlet is set in 1996 when Josie is 3 years old. You can follow the timeline of Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Also, can I just how freaking hard it is to write them being genuienly happy? Not that it’ll last for long. Summary: I don’t know how to summarize this because it’s just fluff and amusement. Taglist: @grapemama @seawhisperer @huliabitch @pedropascalito @rogrsnbarnes@thewallpapergoesorido @twomoonstwosuns @gooddaykate @livasaurasrex @ham4arrow@hiscyarika @plexflexico @readsalot73 @hdlynn @lokiaddicted @randomness501@fioccodineveautunnale @roxypeanut @just-add-butter @snivellusim

“Mommy, my hair’s falling down.” Josie pouted as she tugged at the loose strands that she’d slowly worked out of her bun over the course of the fifteen-minute car ride to the dance studio. You sighed heavily, gesturing for her to come closer. “Thank you mommy.”

“Of course, baby doll.” You said affectionately, pulling a bobby pin loose and tucking it between your lips as you started to pull apart your efforts. Whoever thought getting a three year old to sit still long enough to get their hair slicked back into a bun had lost their damn mind.

“You good?” Javier questioned, running his hand over the length of your back as he settled into the seat beside you.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a smile. “Hun, you’ve got to hold still.”

Josie stiffened at your words, “I’m sorry mommy.”

“It’s okay sweetheart.” You offered, tucking another bobby pin between your lips. Javier gave your shoulder three little squeezes — a gesture that never failed to make your heart flutter. It had been years since the first time he silently reminded you of his love with the subtlest of touches. Something that used to get you through the hardest days of work when Josie hadn’t even been born yet.

“I’m gonna hit the restroom,” Javier told you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your temple before he headed down the hallway to the bathroom. You were keenly aware of the way the other mothers in the room watched him leave. You had to admit, the jeans made his ass look great. But they were also relentless women, despite the fact you were sitting right there.

And it wasn’t as though Javier didn’t make it known that he was with you. If he didn’t have his arm slung around your shoulders, he had his hand on your knee, or his fingers interlaced with yours. Javi took full advantage of the fact that nothing about your relationship had to be kept under wraps anymore.

“Hold still.” You reminded Josie as she started wiggling — never able to stay in one spot for very long. “Almost done.” You mumbled through the bobby pins as you peeled the hairnet off, resting it on your leg as you pinned her hair back down.

When Javier returned from the bathroom the seat beside him was no longer vacant. One of the mothers — Missy — had uprooted her belongings across the room to slide into the spot next to him. You had met her husband once, at one of the girls’ recitals. Typical military type, and easy on the eyes himself. You had no idea why she was constantly in hot pursuit of Javi, except for the fact that Javi was… well, aloof was the best word for it.

You didn’t know anything for certain, but you sometimes wondered if the other mothers had some unspoken bet in place. Which one of them would manage to snatch up the Hot Dad at their daughter's dance class? A couple of them had caught you off-guard a few months back at the cookie table during one of the in-class recitals. They wanted to know all about why the pair of you weren’t married. Was there trouble? All sorts of bullshit no one had any right to ask another person when they just wanted to enjoy their Snickerdoodles.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Javier told Josie as she showed off her new bun. “Now don’t you pull it down again. You’re driving mommy crazy.” He gave her cheek a playful pinch and she giggled and hugged at his legs.

“Remember to work on your balance like we practiced.” You reminded her, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of her head. She scampered off towards the studio with two of the other little girls that had been waiting for her.

Javier leaned back in the chair, resting his foot on the top of his thigh as he crossed his legs. “I can’t believe how big she’s getting.” He remarked, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you. “Feels like just yesterday I was holding her in my arms.”

You nudged at his arm, “It probably was just yesterday. You’re always carrying her around.”

“Touché.” He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip before he reached over and rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“I think it’s just darling how you are with her,” Missy remarked, but Javier didn’t seem to realize she was talking at him just yet. “It’s just so important for little girls to have bonds with their daddys like that.”

You covered your mouth as you stifled a laugh, rubbing your lips together as you met Javier’s gaze. Your brows rose upwards as you nodded your head towards Missy. “She’s talking to you.” You whispered.

Javier glanced over his shoulder at Missy, his shoulders growing tense as he turned to speak to her. “Yeah, it is. She makes it easy though.”

“She’s just the sweetest little girl.” Missy seemed elated to have his attention. “My Lily has been dying to have her over. Maybe you could bring her over for lunch one day.” She looked at you then, “Such a shame you work. I’d invite you, but I guess Javi will just have to bring her himself.”

“Actually,” He slid his hand up your leg to grab ahold of your hand, interlacing your fingers as he turned to meet your gaze. “You're free this Wednesday aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah.” You grinned at him, before regarding Missy. “I actually only work a couple days a week, Missy. I’d love to bring Josie over.”

“Oh,” She pursed her lips, folding her arms across her chest. “I’ll have to see if I’m free on Wednesday. How does Thursday look for you, Javier?”

Javi squeezed your hand, looking back at you again. “You’re off then, aren’t you?”

“I am.” You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “Missy, give me a call on Sunday and we’ll set the playdate up.”

Missy frowned before quickly plastering on a fake smile, “Sounds like a plan.”

———

“Are they all that bad?” Javier questioned once Josie was loaded into the backseat and he started down the road towards home.

“Hmm?”

“The moms.”

You snorted, “Oh, they’re ruthless.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shook his head slowly.

“I personally don’t get the appeal.” You quipped, leaning across the center console to steal his aviators off his shirt and putting them on. The evening sun was catching you right in the eyes through the passenger window.

“Of me?”

“Mhm.” You smirked at him. “I mean, have you seen Missy’s husband?”

“Baby.” He huffed.

You let his aviator’s slide down the bridge of your nose, peering over the top at him as he stopped at a light. “What?”

“That’s not fair.”

“I’m just saying.” You shrugged a shoulder, barely able to keep from laughing. “And Tonya’s husband,” You pretended to fan yourself. “Yet she was all over me for information about you last week.” You cleared your throat, before imitating the woman’s nasally voice, “Where does Javi work? How did you meet Javi?”

“I get it.”

“Oh, wait.” You held up a hand. “What was it she said? It’s so nice of you to care for Javier’s daughter like she’s yours.” You gave him a droll expression. “As if that head didn’t come out of me.” You pushed the aviators back up to the bridge of your nose, looking between Javier and Josie, who had already fallen dead asleep in her carseat. “I mean she does look a lot like you.”

“Nah, she’s got all her mama’s good looks.” Javier drawled out, glancing back in the rearview window. “Let’s rewind to what you were saying about Missy’s husband.”

You laughed, sinking back in your seat. “He’s not really my type.”

“What’s your type?”

You tapped your finger against your chin as you thought for a long moment. “I’m a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes.” You mused, chewing at the inside of your bottom lip. “A little grey is nice too.” You glanced over at him, a grin spreading over your lips. “A mustache. Very kissable lips.”

“Sounds like a lucky guy.”

“Just as lucky as I am.”

———

You leaned against the threshold of Josie’s bedroom, watching as Javier laid beside Josie on her little twin bed, reading her a bedtime story. You had been insistent that she still needed a toddler bed, but Javier had convinced you that she was ready for a “big girl bed” Mostly so he could lay in bed with her and read to her.

Don Quixote had proven to be a little daunting for a three-year-old, so he’d recently branched out into Read Along books — mostly Lion King, which Josie had recently become obsessed with. You had to admit, Javier did a killer Scar impersonation that would’ve put Jeremy Irons to shame. He did anything he could to keep Josie entertained and he was fortunate because everything he did became her new favorite thing.

“You know, I was thinking...” You whispered as he closed Josie’s door shut behind him, lingering in the hallway in front of you.

“Yeah?” His brows drew together.

“I think I’m ready.”

“For?”

You sighed softly, “To try to have another baby.”

“Is this because Tonya thought Josie wasn’t yours?” He questioned, folding his arms across his chest.

You had both discussed the potential of having another kid in roundabout ways over the years. Steve and Connie had adopted another little girl from Colombia last year — which had sparked a quiet desire to have two of your own. To have it all; the doting partner, the adoring father, the baby showers, the doctor’s visits. All the little things your pregnancy with Josie had been robbed of.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile.”

“So have I.” He admitted, pushing his fingers through his hair and curling his hand around the back of his neck. “I think we could handle a four-year-old and a newborn.”

A laugh escaped you, “Yeah. I think we could too.”

“And you promise this isn’t because of those dumbass women at ballet?”

“Oh, I mean…” You shrugged your shoulders. “I fully intend to flaunt it.” You gave him a sweeping look, “Because you’re all mine to have a family with.” You reached out and traced your fingers over the exposed skin where his shirt was partially buttoned.

Javier let out a slow and shaky breath, one that seemed like he’d been holding it in for a while. “So this is happening?”

You nodded. “I’d like to try.”

“Me too.” He looped his fingers into your belt loops, pulling you in to him so he could plant a kiss on your lips. “It’s going to be so different.”

“I know.” You brushed your fingers along the column of his throat, leaning up to kiss him again. “I can’t wait to see how absolutely atrocious you’re going to be in public.”

“Oh, it’s going to be bad.” He drawled out with a grin, bumping his nose against yours. “I’m going to drive you crazy, baby.”

“I expect nothing less.” You kissed him once more, letting your lips linger against his. “I bet you’re excited that you can talk to Steve about everything this time.”

“Best damn part of this.” He teased, his hands curling around your hips. “Aside from the baby part.”

“Just when I finally get back into shape.” You huffed, draping your arms over his shoulders.

“You’re not going to hear any complaints from me.” Javier quipped, looking down at you. “I thought you were gorgeous when you were pregnant with Josie. Think you’re gorgeous all the time.”

You ran your hand up the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Josie’s going to be so excited when it happens.”

“You think?” Javier chuckled. “Though she might lose her mind over the thought of not being daddy’s only little girl.”

“It might be a boy.” You pointed out.

“Steve will expect us to name him after him. It’s got to be a girl.” Javier made a disgruntled face.

You laughed, slowly winding your arms around him and pressing your face into his chest. “I’ll stop taking my birth control tomorrow. It’ll take a couple weeks for the hormones to clear out of my system and then…”

Javier wrapped his arms around you tightly, leaning down to press his face into the crook of your neck. Who would’ve thought, way back when, that this was the man that would change your life forever. That made every day an adventure. Which wasn’t to say that he wasn’t an absolute asshole somedays, but you were well aware of the fact that you could also drive him up the wall too. You were perfect counterweights to one another.

It was crazy to think that in just ten months you might have another baby in the house.

Colombia felt like a lifetime ago already. The trauma of Josie’s birth — simply a whisper of the past. It wouldn’t be like that this time. This new baby would proudly be a Peña from the moment he or she was born. Javier wouldn’t have to hide his elation, miss out on the sonograms or the heartbeats. He wouldn’t have to slide out of your bed and leave you in the mornings or come home to you late at night.

You were stuck with him. Right where you wanted him.

#javier pena x reader #javier pena #pedro pascal x reader

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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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Angst scenario 1 with Jae and evans reader with Jae the one hurting the reader? 😢😭💔-🕸️

1. A and B’s relationship ended really bad but their friends still invite them to some sort of holiday dinner or a birthday dinner and things get tense when they’re both pissed at each other. But A gets quiet when B loudly announces they’re seeing someone else just to hurt A.

i honestly don't think jae would ever do this but for the purposes of this he’s a total ass

Everyone knew how Jaeden Martell had broken his co-star’s daughter’s heart. How he had left her in tears after pointing out all of her insecurities and officially ended things over the phone the next morning while she was hoping he was calling to apologize. You regretted being so hopeful, as it ended with your heart getting broken. But somehow, he couldn’t find it in him to be sorry for leaving you like he did. It was Wyatt’s birthday and everyone was invited, the whole IT cast would be there, and that included both you and your ex, who you knew for sure was bringing his new girlfriend just to hurt you. You had gotten there early, and it was going well, you were talking with Finn about Stranger Things.

“And then I- Oh shit,” Finn said. You felt your heart break, that meant they were here. You were going to have to face the love of your life being with another girl. “Are you okay?” He asked you. Your eyes followed her, she was everything you weren’t.

Everything she had, was a flaw Jaeden had pointed out within you the night you had broken up.

You had never felt more insecure at that moment. You turned back to Finn, remembering that you had completely ignored his question.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You said. You knew it was unconvincing, and clearly, so did Finn. Subconsciously, you covered yourself with your arms, covering yourself. Finn felt awful for you, usually, you would have been making everyone laugh, but here you were, uncomfortable, miserable and self-conscious around your own friends. “Can we get a drink?” You asked quietly. Finn nodded. He was your best friend since you had both worked together before IT and ST, you had called him, sobbing, the night Jaeden had ended things with you. And he was prepared to get a flight from Canada to L.A to first, go and beat the shit out of Jaeden, and second, go to your house and make sure that you were okay.

You had all just ate, sitting talking until Jaeden stood up. Even though he had broken your heart, you were still in love with him, and you didn’t think you'd ever fall out of love, even though he clearly had. His girlfriend stood up after him, wobbling on her heels for a second. She was wearing a small, tight red dress that showed off her amazing figure, while you were wearing jeans and a t-shirt. You couldn't bear to look at them and think about how that used to be you.

“So, uh, guys, this is my new girlfriend, Emily,” Jaeden introduced her. She waved and mumbled a small disinterested ‘Hi’, but no one really paid attention to her, everyone was drawn to the tears streaming from your eyes. You were sitting with your face in your phone, trying your hardest to distract yourself from the fact that inside you were breaking, crumbling piece by piece. Jaeden looked at you and smirked, then placing his lips on hers. That made you look up. You let out a shaky breath as you stood up and walked outside. Everyone looked at Jaeden in rage.

“Good going, dickhead,” Jack scolded him. He and Finn went out after you, leaving Sophia, Chosen, Wyatt and Jeremy to scold him for upsetting you. Finn and Jack found you sitting on the sidewalk, looking miserable as ever. “Y/N?” Jack called out. You looked behind you and let out a sigh.

“Leave me alone,” You whimpered. The ignored your request and came over to sit beside you. “I can’t believe he did that.” You said. Finn put his arm around you, pulling you into a hug.

“You don’t understand how much strength it took not to fucking chokeslam him,” Finn said. “You don’t deserve this, Y/N.”

“Damn right,” Jack mumbled. “I’m gonna go back in and tell Wyatt we’re gonna take you home, but we’re going for ice cream, I think you need it.”

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samwpmarleau · 4 years

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inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

2,500 words of me throwing hands with TVD’s post-S5 depiction of Caroline and Tyler’s relationship.

Inspired by this fic by @cbsnforeverandalways, this post by @zalrb, and @fredsythe’s salt.

It hits her at the oddest times. She could understand the faint sense of loss if it only happened on their anniversary, or when the moon is full. Stefan understands when she’s a little mopey on those days; after all, he has days like that of his own.

It’s when it happens on days that don’t have any significance that gets her the most, though; those, she can’t tell Stefan. Because he’d look at her all half-judgy, half-sympathetic, which makes her feel the entirety of the hundred-and-fifty-year age gulf between them. Not that she wants to examine it even to herself, granted.

It would be one thing if she knew when the missing him would strike her, but it comes on without warning.

She and Tyler will be talking, as acquaintances or friends are wont to do, and there’ll be a moment. This spark of magnetism between them that used to always be there (when it was allowed to be there). And she knows he feels it, too, because she can see it in his face, and that makes it worse, because that means it’s not a figment of her imagination. She tells herself it’s just them reconnecting, because they were friends long before they were lovers, but she knows it’s a lie.

Other times, she’ll flip through a photo album and smile rather smugly at her favorite photo of her and Stefan because they are just perfect together — but then she’ll see a picture of him and Elena and the dark beast of doubt and envy will pool in her stomach, and then she’ll see a picture of her and Tyler, and now guilt and wistfulness join the party. Because how can she be jealous of the way Stefan and Elena look together, the way they just fit, when she looks at her and Tyler and they just fit, too?

Still other times, she’ll be toying with her daylight ring and will flash back to the day her father had tortured her, when Tyler and her mom had come to her rescue and he’d slipped the ring back onto her finger. He’d practically been down on one knee then. She remembers reliving that moment later, once the pain of that day had passed, only in a much more scenic locale where Tyler would present her with a ring ring, not just the lapis lazuli. When he proposes, she’d thought then, not if — even back then, when their relationship was barely in its infancy, it had felt...permanent.

Caroline still doesn’t have a ring ring, but she has a wonderful boyfriend and a wonderful life that’s not with Tyler and that’s that.

She’s fine.

Really.

* * *

She dreams of him, sometimes.

She’ll fall asleep to a vision of dark eyes, and she thinks that they’re Stefan’s, which is acceptable. But when she falls truly asleep, it is not Stefan that she sees. She sees Tyler, smiling at her the way he never quite does anymore, a smile absent of betrayal and hurt, like she’s the sun his world revolves around. Even before they’d gotten together, when they were still just friends figuring out their supernatural identities, that smile had set her heart fluttering. She’d passed it off at the time as the usual jitters of being a new vampire.

She dreams of all the times he’d swept her off her feet, or pressed her up against the wall, or stared at her in that intense way he did right before he kissed her breathless. She dreams of falling into bed with him (or onto the couch, or on a desk, or…), every nerve alive, every inch of skin alight. Sex had never been just about passion for them (though there certainly was plenty of that), it was their way of connecting when words weren’t quite enough.

She dreams of them arguing, which they did often. But it’s not a bad dream — she’d liked that she could speak her mind with him, that they could call each other out on their bullshit and that he didn’t treat her like she couldn’t defend herself. She’d liked that instead of letting issues fester or keep secrets, they hashed things out and got to the bottom of them. She’d liked that no matter the problem, he never made her feel bad about herself.

When she wakes, there is always a moment where she fully expects to see Tyler lying beside her. Perhaps she’d kiss his chest, his neck, his jaw, his lips until he stirred awake. But it’s Stefan lying there, not Tyler, because of course it is, and for that brief moment there is an overwhelming sense of disappointment.

* * *

It’s trivia night, when their entire group is supposed to hang out together, but Elena, Matt, Jeremy, and Damon had all bailed, so it’s just Caroline, Tyler, Stefan, and Bonnie, with Bonnie and Stefan currently tied for the lead. Bonnie swears she hasn’t used her powers to get ahead. Caroline’s not entirely sure about that: she still bitterly recalls the incident in fourth grade when Bonnie swore she didn’t move the Ouija board pointer and then the next year revealed that in fact she had. She’s peeved about Stefan, too, because she doesn’t think it’s exactly fair when he has so many more years’ worth of trivia knowledge. Bonnie ends up winning the battle for first place, and thus becomes the mediator for Caroline and Tyler’s battle for third.

“We should probably just give Caroline the crown right now,” she snorts as she reads the card. “ ‘In The Real Housewives of Orange County, which housewife departed the show between seasons two and three?’ ”

With hardly a minute’s hesitation — and just a split-second before Caroline recalls the name — Tyler answers, “Jo De La Rosa.”

Bonnie and Stefan stare at him, dumbfounded. “Uh...correct,” Bonnie says. “How do you know the answer to that?”

“Just from around,” Tyler says with a wince. “It’s not like I watch that reality TV trash or anything.”

Caroline, huffy at having lost, objects, “No, I have it on good authority that you enjoy this ‘reality TV trash,’ Tyler Lockwood. You watched every episode with me.”

“Yeah, because at the end of each season you gave me a bl — ” He abruptly cuts himself off, glancing at Stefan. “—ueberry muffin.”

Caroline desperately hopes her blush isn’t visible. It was blowjobs she gave him in exchange for watching the show with her, not muffins. In fact, Tyler’s allergic to blueberries, and by the dubious expressions on both Bonnie and Stefan’s faces, it’s clear they know of that particular allergy and further don’t believe a word of Tyler’s fumbled explanation.

“Well,” Bonnie announces, “that’s my cue to leave.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Stefan offers.

Caroline waits until the door closes behind them, then remarks, “That was awkward.”

“It’s not like they don’t know we were together,” Tyler says, helping clean up the game. “What, does Stefan think all we did was make out or something?”

“No, but still.”

Tyler looks a bit perturbed at that, though doesn’t reply. She used to be able to read him like a book, but now she can’t decipher at all what he wants. What, is she supposed to talk about their sex life in front of their friends? In front of Stefan? That sounds like something pre-werewolf Tyler would do, not the selfless, sensitive Tyler she dated for over a year.

She doesn’t want them to part on bad terms, though, so she goes to give him a hug goodbye. She intends for it to be brief, but when they embrace, she finds herself unable to break it. As a hybrid, his vampire half cooled his body temperature to more or less that of any other vampire; she’d almost forgotten how warm werewolves get, and it sends a shiver down her spine. More than that, she’d almost forgotten (or perhaps willed herself to forget) just how good it felt to be close to him. He’s shorter than Stefan, but she kind of likes that her head rests next to his instead of against his chest, his pulse a temptation. His arms are tight around her, his hands low on her waist, and it feels…right.

She pulls away because that most definitely isn’t right, not anymore, but she makes the mistake of looking up at him. It would be dangerously easy to kiss him right now, if she wanted. And the way his eyes are dilated and his lips slightly parted, somehow she knows he would kiss her back. She blinks a few times to try to clear out the lustful fog, ashamed of the fact that despite the acrimonious way they ended, despite the fact that she’s now dating Stefan, she wants to kiss him.

She steps back more fully and says, “Well, drive safe.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

She watches him leave, and feels an odd sense of emptiness. Worse still, the sound of the door shutting triggers that deep-set déjà vu that she’d endured for so long; a closing door, after all, always followed a goodbye. A goodbye and not knowing how long it would be until she would see him again, or even if she would see him again. That’s not the case now, he’s not leaving for good, but it still makes her chest constrict.

A few minutes later, the door reopens, and her heart, not her head, leaps. Perhaps he’d forgotten something, or perhaps he’d returned for something else entirely that they would both surely regret. But that guilty, hopeful sensation falters when she sees that it’s Stefan who enters, evidently done fending off Bonnie’s gloating.

“Are you all right?” Stefan asks with a frown.

Caroline fixes her expression, waving him off. “You know me, I just don’t like losing.”

It’s an accurate enough statement, so Stefan accepts it. He helps her collect their empty beer bottles and puts the popcorn bowl in the kitchen. It was an aberration, she tells herself. It’s natural to still feel an attachment to your ex for a while, right? It means absolutely nothing.

She just wishes it felt like nothing.

* * *

Matt doesn’t have to repeat himself when he calls to tell her Tyler’s dead by Damon’s hand. She can hear just fine, thanks very much, and the information registers. It’s not the first time they’ve lost a friend and probably won’t be the last, and Tyler and Damon had always hated each other anyway, so really it was just a matter of time. She hadn’t even talked to Tyler in months.

“After everything we went through, I guess I just always assumed that he would be there,” she tells Stefan. It’s truer than she can express; even when he was gone, he was constant. He was white noise, always there even when he wasn’t, even if other things drew more attention.

She’s not sure whether Stefan simply doesn’t hear her or ignores her, for he switches focus from Tyler to Damon. She ends up comforting him when it was her ex-boyfriend who was murdered, and she wonders if that’s normal.

The first funeral is interrupted and so later they have an informal gathering at the empty carnival grounds. Everyone says nice things, but it doesn’t quell the pain.

“I loved him,” she says. God, she loved him. But Stefan’s here and she doesn’t want anyone to read anything into it, so to be safe, she qualifies, “You know, we all did.”

Talk then switches once more to Damon. Someone makes a casual remark about how Tyler’s not even the first Lockwood Damon has personally killed. They talk about how to save Damon, how they can bring Damon back from the brink, how lost Damon must feel, as though something like this is remotely out of character for him, and Caroline excuses herself to go throw up in the bushes.

She doesn’t get any time to herself afterwards; Stefan convinces them all to enjoy the carnival’s offerings, and then there’s the chaos with the twins, chaos in general, and life moves on because it has to. She figures she’s buried all of it — we hadn’t talked in months — until one day she’s doing some spring cleaning and empties out her jewelry box, systematically untangling necklace chains and setting aside rings to be polished. From the pile, she slowly pulls out an old charm bracelet, the silver now tarnished but its origin unmistakeable.

She runs her fingers over the charms — a paw print, a football helmet, a heart, a cheerleader, her initials. They were broken up at the time, Klaus’s sirebond in the way, but it was her eighteenth birthday so he’d gifted her the bracelet anyway. She stares at it, and stares, and stares, and the grief slams into her all at once. She clenches the bracelet in her fist, cries until she can’t breathe and then cries some more.

He’s dead. He’s dead.

Klaus had been mistaken when he said Tyler was her first love. It was Matt who fit that bill. Matt was the sweet, innocent love of youth, where everything seems both too much and not enough.

But Tyler…

We’re immortal, he’d said. He was wrong about that. She stayed immortal but he didn’t.

We will find a way, he’d said. He was wrong about that, too. They never found a way.

What if we don’t? she’d said. She was the one who was right. She, the eternal optimist, had become the pessimist, and she was right.

It would be silly, wouldn’t it, to still call him the love of her life? She’d thought he was at the time, because obviously. She was in love and their relationship at that point was a patchwork of goodbyes, sex, and yearning, filled to the brim with thoughts of, If we can only get past this hurdle, we’ll be home free, so of course she’d thought it would last. People always think love will last, don’t they, in the moment?

But here by herself in this great big house, she can admit the truth. What she has with Stefan isn’t just different, as for so long she’d assured herself. She’s content and comfortable with him, but it’s…less. She doesn’t feel complete when he’s near nor empty when he’s gone. The noise and worries of the world don’t fade when she’s in his arms. She doesn’t feel alive.

Because the truth — the truth she will admit now with the silver bracelet in her hand and her chest overflowing with sorrow — is that she gave away her heart a long time ago, her whole heart, and she never got it back.

And it doesn’t even matter because Tyler’s fucking dead, and she’s going to live forever. There will be no closure to be had, no apologies, no amends, no nothing.

I’m not moving on from anything, he’d said. I love you.

She polishes the bracelet until it’s gleaming, fastens it around her wrist, and thinks, I never really moved on either.

#caroline forbes #tyler lockwood #forwood #the vampire diaries #tvd fic #caroline x tyler #tyler x caroline #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction #my fic #this is what happens when you find out that one of your oldest otps #was annihilated for an abusive fanservice ship #SO ANYWAY #behold my attempt at a fix-it fic that's still (unfortunately) canon-compliant #lmao no one's going to read this because y'all have the WORST taste in ships #but idc #i'm putting it out into the universe anyway

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witchesofmysticfalls · 4 years

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The Vampire Diaries

Re-write Season 1

MASTERLIST

Pilot

PART ONE

*this is a first person book*

The alarm clock is what wakes me up in the morning. It's excessive beeping is enough to wake everybody. I quickly slam the snooze button and get up out of bed.

Matt pops his head in, he's already dressed for school. "Sleepyhead hurry up, we're gonna be late" I yawned and waved him off with a hand.

"I'm going" I grumbled as I get up and head to my closet.

My name is Ariel, Ariel Donovan. I live with Matt and Vicky. There the only family I have left.

My mother died on a camping trip. I was there but I don't remember it. The doctors say it was because of the trauma, that my brain shut that memory out.

I don't know if not remembering is a blessing or a curse. The authorities say it was a wild animal attack, apparently I called 911 but I don't remember.

I never met my father, he was never around, abandoned me when I was just a baby.

When my mom died, I was forced to live with her sister, my aunt. And she was forced to take me in. If it wasn't for the law she would have sent me off to an orphanage.

Of course she's never around like she's supposed to be. So I take care of Matt and Vicki. Matt does what he can, and Vicky well... I have tried several times to get her to quit smoking and drugs but to no avail.

I settle on a pair of jeans and a green shirt. I have my fathers hair, and my grandmothers brown eyes.

How do I know that my father has blond hair? That's because my mother didn't have blond hair.

Brown eyes mostly run in the family, well except Matt, he has these blue eyes, he gets that from his dad. Who is god knows where. I have my mother's features though.

And if I look in a mirror, I can try to picture what my father looked like.

When my mom was alive, she never talked about him. I always assumed that it was because of the fact he left her.

But even when she died, I couldn't find my dad's name on my birth certificate, or any other scrap of paper. And whenever I asked Kelly about it, she would never answer.

I quickly pack my bags and hurry out the front door where Matt's waiting in his car.

I have my own car yes, but it was being worked on, after Vicki crashed it. She was drunk.

And the car was brand new, I got it as a birthday gift. So I were pretty upset when she ruined it.

I get in the front seat. "So are you excited" I ask him, my feet shaking with excitement. He only grins, one corner of his mouth lifting higher than the other.

"A bit" The back door slams making me jump in my seat. I shift in my seat to face Vicky, who was staring intently at her phone.

"Hey Vicky"

"Hey" She response back in a dull tone. Knowing she wasn't going to speak anymore than a few syllables, I turn back in my seat.

"Drive"

♤◇♤

"Caroline!" I call out to my blonde best friend. She turns at the sound of her name and smiles when she sees it's me. She excuses herself from the person she was speaking to and made her way over to me.

"Hey Ariel" She said with a smile, embracing me in a hug. "Hey care" I said hugging her back. Caroline is one of my best friends. She's been with me through so much. Ex- my mother's death.

"Have you seen Elena or Bonnie?" I asked parting from her to take a look around the yard. She shook her head, her hair bobbing with her movements.

"No I haven't, but I'm sure they're inside"

"Let's go then" I said, she grabbed my hand and dragged me inside the halls of our high-school. Mystic Falls Timberwolfs.

We spot them both at the lockers and before I can even make a move to hug Elena or say hello Caroline beats me to it.

"Elena. Oh my god" she said, rushing up to her and drowning her in one of her hugs.

"How are you?" She asked. "It's so good to see you. How is she? Is she good?" Caroline asked Bonnie like if Elena wasn't standing right in front of her.

"Caroline, I'm right here. And I'm fine. Thank you" I crossed my arms and sent Elena a secret glare.

"Really?"

"Yes much better" Elena reassured her. "Oh you poor thing" Caroline said, hugging her once more.

"Okay, Caroline" I said grabbing her by the shoulder and pried her off of Elena. "Okay, I'll see you guys later"

"Okay, bye" Elena said as Caroline walked off.

"Hey Elena can I speak to you?" I asked her and motioned to the other side of the hallway. She nodded and I dragged her off to the side.

"Are you okay?" I asked already knowing what she was doing. "Yes Ariel, I'm fine" I shook my head.

"Your not, Elena I used that facade when I was younger and I was never okay" Elena recently lost her parents.

Car accident. And while she might act like she's fine I know she's not. Elena and I have grown closer as friends, because I know what she's going through and it doesn't get easier. Take it from someone who knows.

"Your right. I just don't wanna be the girl who lost her parents you know? I wanna start fresh but that's not gonna happen if I keep being the same old Elena" I nod slightly and hug her.

"Just promise me that you'll come to me when something's bothering you. Okay. I'm here for you" She nods and stares up at me with her chocolate eyes.

"Thanks Ariel" She says with a smile.

"No problem". We go join Bonnie and the three of us walk through the halls, Bonnie in the center and me and Elena at her sides.

We were talking about our summer when Bonnie grabs us both by our arms and makes us jerk to a stop in front of the schools office.

"Hold up, who's this?" She says looking in. Theirs a guy standing there, his back turned to us. He's wearing a dark leather jacket, he's tall.

"All I see is back" I said.

"A hot back" Bonnie adds with a smirk. Elena simply chuckles at us both.

"I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays guitar" Bonnie says, staring at his back like if she can see to his soul.

"You're really going to run this psychic thing into the ground, huh?" Elena asks looking at her best friend.

"Pretty Much" People in the hall make some commotion and Elena turns to see Jeremy (her little brother) go inside the bathroom.

"I'll be right back" She says and goes off to follow him. "Please be hot" Bonnie begs no one making me laugh.

◇

I drone on in class. I'm sitting behind Elena only a few seats away from Matt who stares at her. They used to date and he wants her back, I can tell by the longing stare.

She turns her head slightly to the side to look at the new guy. He's cute, I'll tell you that. He was brown hair and these forest green eyes.

Elena turns her head back when she sees him look back at her. I almost smile. I pull my phone out and text her.

Ariel:

Hawt-e.

Staring @ u.

I see her pull her own phone out and look at it. I can tell she's smiling by the way she sits up.

♤◇♤

"Good Afternoon Ariel" Zach says as he opens the door to his home.

"Hey Zach" I said with a smile as I stepped inside. Zach has a huge living space. It's called the Salvatore mansion. He lives alone.

Zach or Zachariah Salvatore is like a father to me. My mother and him were friends, so I always visit him and help him around this huge house.

When my mom died, he became one of my legal guardians.

My aunt Kelly almost filed a law suit to make sure she was the sole guardian.

the only reason she never did that was because Zach wasn't gonna go down easily, plus her lawyer told her that with all the money Zach earns and his living space they might as well give him full custody.

So they treated it like a divorced parents case, I have my own room and everything.

I stayed with him on the weekends, Kelly on weekdays. I haven't stayed over since Kelly started taking off though.

"How was school?" He asks closing the door behind me.

"It was great" I said setting my bag down at the door. "Well I'm glad. Do you want something to drink?" I nod and he rushes off to the kitchen.

I walk deeper inside and see books clattered around the sitting area. With a sigh I pick them up and place them neatly on the table.

"Here you go" Zach says from behind, he holds two cups in his hands. I take one and sip. Tea. Not my favorite but it'll do.

I stay at his place for a while longer, talked about how my day went, the new kid and how his day went. I was there till it was almost noon, then I went to go meet up with Caroline and Bonnie at the grill.

◇

"His name is Stefan Salvatore. He lives with his uncle at the old Salvatore boarding house.

He hasn't lived here since he was a kid. Military family, so they move around a lot. He's a Gemini, and his favorite color is blue"

Caroline declares, spinning circles with her straw in her drink.

"You got all of that in one day?" Bonnie asks in disbelief.

"Salvatore? Huh. Zach didn't tell me he had family visiting" I say confused, moving to sit down at the table.

"Oh please. I got all of that between third and fourth period. We're planning a June wedding" I snicker.

Shocker Caroline's got dibs on the new guy. Stefan Salvatore.

I also wonder why Zach didn't tell me. You'd think that would come up in our conversation from earlier.

"Oh Ariel sweetie, by the way. I have my nephew living with me now."

I frown, wait hold up.

I was at Zach's house last night, how the hell did I miss a 5' or 6' foot person? I store that mental note for later.

Matt takes a seat with me and Bonnie. "How's Elena doing?" He asks.

"Her mom and dad died. How do you think?" I said pursing my lips.

"She's putting on a good face"

"Has she said anything about me?" He wonders.

"Uh no. So not getting in the middle, you pick up the phone and call her"

"I feel weird calling her. She broke up with me"

"Give her time Matt" Bonnie says with a reassuring smile. My eyes trail over to the door where Elena walks in with Stefan right behind her.

I am clearly not the only one who notices cause Caroline and Tyler are staring.

Tyler was one of my friends, he was Matts best bud, when I was younger, I almost always saw him around so we became friends.

He has this tough guy thing going. To me, he's another annoying brother. And for him, I'm like the annoying sister he never had.

Matt gets up and I want to follow but I also kinda wanna see how this plays out.

He goes over to them and introduces himself to Stefan before giving Elena an awkward hello.

Stefan and Elena join all of us at the table but Matt doesn't.

"So you lived in mystic falls?" Caroline asks.

"Mm-hmm. And I moved when I was still young"

"Parents?" Bonnie asks.

"My parents passed away"

"I'm sorry. Any siblings?" Elena asks. Stefan shook his head all while staring at her.

"None that I talk to. I live with my uncle"

"Zachariah" I spoke up making him look at me.

"Yeah. How did you-"

"Zach is kinda like my father. I go over a lot. He didn't mention you to me" Before he can respond Caroline speaks up.

"So Stefan. If your new then you don't know about the party tomorrow. It's a back to school thing at the falls" Stefan looks over at Elena.

"Are you going?"

"Of course she is" Bonnie comments making Elena purse her lips. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and looks up at Stefan. "I will"

So what do you guys think? Is it good so far? Fingers crossed!🤞

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spoon-zi · 4 years

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Princess at the Pepper Shelf

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 807

Tags: No Beta, Boys Can Be Princesses Too, Jackson Has A Son, Kid Fic

Summary: @stacksonweek day 3, Kid Fic/Future Fic: Jackson’s son finds a princess.

AO3 Link

The shopping basket hanging from the crook of his arm is going to leave marks, but Stiles can’t really be bothered to place it on the floor while he attempts to reach his favorite hot sauce. Whoever shelved it on the top shelf deserves it to be dumped into their eyes. He lets out a triumphant smile as he swipes the bottle and deposits it in the little black basket as he comes down from the tips of his toes. He looks over his groceries for a moment trying to remember if he needs anything else before he’s quite literally tugged out of his mental checklist by someone pulling on the lavender flannel knotted around his waist.

Stiles looks down to find a small boy with a mess of strawberry blond girls and bright blue eyes looking up at him with awe and an adorable gap-toothed smile. The little boy is wearing neon orange pants and a t-shirt with Anna and Elsa on the front of it. A box of cereal, Captain Crunch, is clutched to his side with his free arm and takes up at least half of his tiny frame. “Are you a princess, Mister?”

Shock fills him but he can’t help but grin a little at the question. He’s got a flower crown settled in his hair per usual and he’s wearing pastels—a blue sweater and jeans so light blue they are almost white—with his usual bisexual painted converse. Crouching down to the boy’s height, Stiles settles his grocery bin on the floor and holds out his hand. “My name is princess Stiles, what’s yours?”

The child grins dimples deepening and bows forward almost dropping his cereal to the floor as he puckers his lips and pecks Stiles’ knuckles. He stands back to his full height and puffs out his chest proudly saying, “I’m Jeremy and I’m 5 years old!”

“Well, Jeremy,” he begins, grasping the handles of his basket as he stands. “Let’s go find your mom, yeah?” He asks, holding out his free hand for the boy.

Jeremy hums and wraps his tiny fist around three of Stiles’ fingers. “My mommy is an angel now, but we can find dad.” The boy doesn’t seem very broken up about the fact seeing as he skips out of the aisle with a smile still spread across his face, so he was probably too young to remember his mother when she passed. He’s lucky that he doesn’t now have a crying child on his hands with that one question.

The intercom buzzes, interrupting Taio Cruz in the midst of Dynamite to let out a woman’s voice. “Jeremy Whittemore, if you are hearing this please come to the front for your dad. If anyone finds a young boy of five in a Frozen shirt and orange pants, please bring him to the customer service desk.”

She repeats the message twice more and Stiles looks down to the little boy chuckling. “I believe that is for you, would you like me to carry you so that we can get there faster?” At the child’s happy nod, he leans down again taking the cereal to place it in his basket before letting Jeremy loop his arms around his neck so that he can lift him with his free arm under the boy’s legs.

They make their way to the front so that they can slip into the customer service alcove and he places the little boy back down so that he can run over to his clearly upset father. Jeremy wraps his arms around the teary eyed man’s legs with a cheer. “Dad! I went to find the cereal and found a princess too!”

The man kneels down to capture the boy in a tight hug. “Jeremy you scared me so much, please never go off without me again!” He looks up to Stiles who holds out the Captain Crunch like a peace offering and laughs wetly taking the box as he stands, Jeremy’s hand still clutched in his. “You must be the princess. My name is Jackson.”

“Stiles,” he introduces with a grin. “Jeremy was telling me all about how he’s been looking for a princess for you for a while and that everyone, even boys, can be a princess.”

Jackson scratches the back of his neck after he drops the cereal into his cart, cheeks flushed in the remnants of his panic and probably some embarrassment. “Sorry about that, he’s been trying to get me to date for months now. I’m not sure where he got the idea.”

Stiles hums pulling the card for his cafe out of his wallet and holding it out. “Well if you decide you want that date he’s been wanting you to go on both my numbers are on here.” He waves to them both as he turns away.

#stackson week 2020 #stackson week day 3 #teen wolf #my fic #my writing #ao3fic #ao3 link #stackson

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kyberphilosopher · 4 years

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Seven: Chapter Eight

ChApt3r EigHt

I’m not sure why, but I feel like something so unsettling I can’t define it the next few days. I keep running diagnostics to see if I can find a reason in my numbers as to why I let Bryan go. My report always comes back the same. I am fully functional. There are no anomalies.

I think I wish that I did find an anomaly. Then maybe I would have something to report to Adelicia, but I don’t. I can already tell she’ll have nothing good to say to me though. Even if there was a good, practical reason for what I had done, she would’ve found something wrong with it I’m sure.

I am more scared of Adelicia than anyone else in the world. When I was first created, she was the first one I talked to. Even though I’m taller than her, her and her shadow seems to loom over me coldly. There has always been an unspoken rapport between us: she, the master- the handler, and I, the servant of her will. I am terrified of disappointing her. She makes me want to do better… or something like that.

I think Cal might suspect what I did. He doesn’t say it or really show it, but occasionally his eyes will linger on me a while longer than they should before he snaps at me. When this happens, Officer Shovelman is usually in the background, offering me sympathetic smile.

But I think me and Cal’s relationship is improving. Slowly, and not by much, but it is. “Robocop” seems to have become a normal nickname for me with him. Others include “Tin Fuck”, “Scraps”, “Dippy-Doo”, and “Circuits de Soleil”. I find the last one to be particularly clever. I continue to refer to him as his name and title- either Detective Kennedy or just Cal.

Cal comes in at different times every day. Sometimes, it’s only a little past nine. Other times, it’s closer to twelve. He usually carries a coffee cup with him, reeking of alcohol and musk. His shirt is the only thing that seems to change in his outfit. He wears the same hooded jacket and jeans, same dusty sneakers he’s had for years. His shirt is always in dark, muted colors. Never neon. I like guessing which color he will wear each day. Today, it’s a navy blue. I think it looks nice against his olive skin tone, but I know better than to say that to him.

I really don’t think Cal likes me at all. It’s discouraging. I was made to work directly with humans and integrate peacefully as part of the ‘perfect team’, but I can’t seem to handle this one, grumpy detective.

It’s not even the kind of grumpy that works well on him. Cal is a young guy. He’s turning 27 in a few days. He’s not an older man with wispy grey hair who’s always ready with some kind of racial comment. Cal is angry at everyone and everything, especially Androids. I have no reasoning behind this.

However discouraging Cal Kennedy is to me, I find solace in the fact that he likes me more than Celeste.

I can’t prove it. It’s just something I feel. It’s a kind of social truth that everyone seems to know- even Shovelman and Ho-Kim and I’m sure Blackwell. I know Blaise and Tom laugh about it for sure, though they seem to laugh about everything.

Still, all of these things I’ve come to observe do nothing to quench my unsettling feeling.

Something must be wrong with me. I had an Exception Android right in front of me- actively breaking the law and hiding from it. I could’ve taken him. So why didn’t I?

I thought I knew what I had to do. But now, something inside of me is questioning if it’s really that simple. I don’t think it is anymore.

That Android… he killed humans. But he killed humans who were going to do bad things. He felt a sense of… a sense of injustice. And maybe he was right about it. Have I ever felt a sense of injustice? Is something wrong with my software? It must be. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it. I must be overthinking it. I’m no Exception Android. I’m a state of the art prototype. I always accomplish my mission.

And yet, I chose to fail at a task given to me because something inside told me it was the right thing to do. Ridiculous. How ridiculous of me.

Tonight though, I’ll have a chance to redeem myself. Detective Kennedy has assembled a sort of team for a stakeout, and he’s forced to bring me along. I know because Captain Ericson yelled at him for it. I guess all that really means is that I’ll be the only one content with the circumstances.

I have all the information for the stakeout in my memory. We are checking out an old apartment building like the one Bryan was in, searching to see if any Androids come the way. Apparently, reports of defective Androids have increased in the area, and it would be the best space to ‘lay low’ in. I’ve tried to mention to Cal that there are other, more logical places for an Android to hide, but Cal insists that this is the best option. He calls it a hunch. It is something I wouldn’t understand. I know, because he snaps it at me.

We are scheduled to leave at approximately 6 pm. It is already 5. Cal has made no attempt at moving or packing. It’s awfully annoying.

“Detective, don’t you think you should begin preparing for the stakeout?” I ask, leaning forward in my chair.

“Nope,” Cal says, popping the ‘p’. His eyes don’t even flit up to look at me. They stay glued to a book he’s reading.

Up til this point, I’d never seen Cal read anything except for case files. But here he is, clear as a statistic, holding a book with his feet kicked onto the desk. I’ve identified the book to be none other than ‘The Art Have Nots’ by Chase Jeremy. Even though the detective seems to be reading it to simply piss off everybody around him and be somewhat obnoxious and smug, he does seem to be enjoying the book. His pupils are dilated enough for me to observe this.

“But it’s scheduled to start soon,” I say because I’m confused.

“And I’m scheduled to punch you right in your face soon. Fuck outta here.”

I frown. There is no reason for Cal to be so aggressive and angry towards me, and yet he is. However, I know better than to push his buttons and make matters worse right before a case. I remove myself from my chair and grab a small backpack lent to me by the department from under my desk.

For a moment, I think Cal is going to glance up at me. The human eye is drawn to movement, after all. But there is nothing. I’ll save myself the equivalent of Android embarrassment and walk away.

Once I’ve entered the bathroom, I place the backpack on the ground. Unzipping it, I find dull colored clothes that remind me a lot of Cal’s, and the comparison makes me smile a little. These are the clothes I’ve been ordered to wear for the stakeout, to look less suspicious should an Android pass by.

I’m not worried about privacy. I wouldn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed if some woman walked into the bathroom and saw me changing clothes. I’m not a person, I’m an Android. My form has nothing to it but my makers aesthetic. They would have nothing to be jealous of.

No woman interrupts me while I’m changing. Soon, I stand in front of the mirror, observing my outfit. I’m wearing a baggy, slightly distressed leather jacket with a grey hoodie attached. Under is a black turtleneck which is also a little to big for me. The jeans hug my thighs, but then become looser and torn around my knees. To match the grunge appearance are some brown boots and a dark beanie that reminds me an awful lot of the one Bryan was wearing. I keep my hair in it’s bun though, with the wisps of my bangs hanging out.

My led flashes yellow as I analyze the jacket. I can see coffee stains, marks from a blue sharpie, and a little cartoon penis drawn right under my elbow. The size and all the other pieces of evidence point to this being Detective Cal Kennedy’s jacket.

Out of something I can’t explain, I lean forward and sniff the collar. It smells just like Cal. A hint of smoke from cigarettes, something like cologne, and gasoline. Not overly strong, but identifiable and unique to him.

I scrunch my eyebrows together at myself in the mirror. My led goes red.

Why Did I Do That?

I have no answer for myself. I would rather not think about it much longer though, because then Adelicia might see and she’d be very upset with me. I shake my head, grab the backpack, and push the bathroom door open.

As I’m making my way back to the bullpin, a woman smiles at me. A real, genuine smile. I don’t know if it’s because she can’t see my led, or because she’s just a polite person, but it throws me off a little for second.

Name: Sophia Syphers

Date of Birth: April 30th, 2017- Age 24

Height: 5’1

Weight: 131 lbs

Race: White, European-American

Birthplace: Seattle, Washington

Occupation: H.R Psychologist at Seattle Police Department

I make a note of her occupation and appearance in my memory and continue on my way, not even pausing to look at her. I’m sure she’s made a mistake. Nobody really smiles at Androids, unless they are a small child or the Android is their own.

It is only when I’m approaching Cal’s desk when I decide to analyze his coffee cup. It’s nearly empty, and I’ve already calculated multiple scenarios where he complains about what his lack of coffee tonight.

It is 5:11. I have time.

I make a quick swerve to the left, and enter into the break room. It is quiet now, and empty. Most everyone has gone home except for a few officers who are logging out. Celeste is still here, but that’s only because she’ll be joining us tonight. I don’t like that very much. I would much rather have Blaise, or Tom.

I’m glad though, for the moment, that Celeste isn’t here.

I appreciate the silence. Even as I place my bag on one of the tall tables and shuffle over to the counters against the wall in my baggy jeans, I feel more at peace. Just in the moment. Just kind of existing. I could almost pretend that I’m a human in this minute.

First I observe that the coffee filter is empty. Because of this, I open the minifridge and remove one of the water bottles from it. It must be placed their newly, because it’s not yet cold. I poor the water into the filter, then grab the coffee grounds and add them. Last step is to turn the machine on and let it do it’s business. Shouldn’t take too long.

I cross my arms and take a step back, looking at the ugly wall color of the room. It’s a sort of blue, vomit colored green I don’t think looks too nice. It would’ve been better with a mustard gold color, or even a plain grey.

The synthetic hair on my arms prick up. I turn my head to the left, and see that just outside the glass walls of the room, Cal has been watching me. He looks calm for a second. Then he processes that I’ve seen him and turns back around.

But this is a win, because he didn’t look so angry with me. I’m sure he will appreciate me bringing him his coffee. The thought makes me smile, just a little.

Software Instability ^

Cal has turned his attention back to his book, so I return mine to the coffee pot. I’m happy to see that it’s done, and looks rather perfect.

I take one of the plastic cups stacked on the counter, and poor in the coffee. I can feel how hot it is, but it doesn’t make me flinch at all. I’m built to withstand every condition. After, I put a lid on the cup. Cal takes his coffee black, so there’s no need for me to remember a crazy list of things to add.

When I turn around to present the coffee to Cal and grab my pack, I am met face to face with none other than Celeste herself. Her face is slightly flushed, but that is from anger I assume.

“Hey scraps,” she says with poison.

“Hello, Officer Amora,” I say politely. My voice is calm, as usual.

“What is that?” Celeste hisses, glancing to the steaming cup in my hands.

“It’s a cup of coffee for Detective Kennedy. I saw he was low and decided to make some for him.”

Celeste scoffs. “You made an entire new pot of coffee just for Cal?”

“Correct. I thought he would enjoy it.”

“Well he wouldn’t.” Celeste snaps her hand up and knocks the cup from my hands. It spills onto the floor, the bitter liquid spreading around and creating quite the mess. I don’t flinch.

“I’m sorry. I thought you would be pleased to know Detective Kennedy had received his caffeine for the night.”

Celeste gets closer to me. She’s glaring into my eyes, watching for any reason to pounce. I can smell her overly flowery perfume. She must’ve worn it specially for Cal. Her face is laced into a sneer, brown eyes narrowed in anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she whispers, her breath hitting my plastic face.

“Aleksandra. I’m the Android sent me Icarus.”

This quip (which wasn’t meant as a quip at all), does me know good. Celeste’s hand balls into a fist, and comes up to meet my stomach.

Androids don’t feel pain, but they do feel pressure. They feel sensations that are the equivalent of pain, or the closest to pain that they could feel. So when Celeste punched me, I didn’t feel ‘pain’, but I did feel something hard come up against my abdomen. In fact, I think it might’ve lightly knocked against my biocomponent.

My led cycles red, and my vision flickers darkly. My legs buckle under me, and I drop to a kneel, clutching my plastic belly. The jeans I’m wearing become soiled in the dark coffee on the floor. Through the hole in them, I can feel the warmth against my knee.

“You’re just a piece of plastic,” Celeste bites. “When you’re done with this, clean up the mess you made. You better not let me see you again tonight.” Then she leaves.

I stay down, waiting for my Binary Blood to become regulated once again. Once it is, I run a diagnostic. All systems are functional, even though part of me doesn’t believe it.

It’s 5:21. I still have time to make Cal some coffee if I hurry.

I push myself off the floor at 5:23. With some paper towels, the floor is clean of coffee at 5:27. The last thing to do is pick up the plastic cup and toss it away. After that, I poor Cal a fresh cup of hot coffee and put a top on it. Uninterrupted this time, I grab my backpack and leave the break room at 5:29.

I can’t help the frown that graces my features at 5:30. Cal’s desk is empty. I had wanted to present this cup to him and watch him take it, maybe receive a bit of a smile. He probably just took my advice to go and finally prepare himself. His book is still here, so I’m sure he’ll be back.

I put the cup down on his desk near the book, careful to avoid the messily strewn trinkets. Then I round myself to my own desk, sitting down politely.

Cal emerges from the elevator at 5:38. I perk up upon seeing him, inhaling his scent of smoke and faded cologne. Rubbing the back of his head tiredly, I notice he’s wearing the same outfit as he was. I don’t mind this, though. I realize that Cal doesn’t really need to change clothes for a stakeout, because he already looks nothing like a cop. I assume that Celeste, who is joining us, is off in the girls bathroom now.

“Hello, Detective,” I greet. I can’t explain why I’m so much happier to see him instead of Celeste.

“Tin-Fuck?” Cal replies, tiredly and squinting his eyes at me. “Could’ve sworn you were a human for a second.”

We both know that’s not true. He saw me in the break room, making coffee for him earlier.

“Yes. These clothes are quite different from my normal ones. I think I like it.”

Cal grunts and sits in his chair. He swivels the chair around childishly, but then slows when his eyes lock with the cup of coffee I had placed down. He stops, plants his feet firmly on the ground and perks up. His hand stretches out to touch it, but then he stops himself. “Who made this?”

“I-”

“Hey, Cal!”

Cal turns to the direction of the voice. My smile and warmer atmosphere falters, diminished because I know exactly how unpleasant the next few moments will be.

The voice belongs to none other than Celeste Amora, who currently looks like a ‘painted whore’. She’s let her hair down, and is wearing a black bra with a light white jacket. Paired with shorts, fish net tights, and heeled boots. I do not really care for this look at all. Still, I detect an increase in Cal’s heartbeat. I can’t see it, but I bet his eyes look her up and down just then.

“Celeste,” Cal greets, dryly.

“You look like a prostitute,” I say. Cal coughs suddenly and Celeste snaps to look at me, nostrils flaring.

“It’s my disguise.”

At that point, a line pops into my head that I have to stop myself from saying. However, the line was something like “if you wanted to look like a prostitute, you didn’t need much of a disguise”.

But I don’t. I’m an Android. I am polite to humans.

Still, I can’t help the very human like twitch of sadness in my stomach when I see that Cal has left his coffee behind. He doesn’t even take it with him when we leave for his car.

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Something So Precious About This

Summary: While Sebastian is away in Paris filming, Corinne gets hit with one pretty crazy idea.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC Corinne Winters-Stan

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings/Rating: 18+. Hella smut, yo

A/N: The bitch is back! I missed writing these two and this story hit me like a train. I’m super late editing and posting it, but I finally got it done. It’s the longest story I’ve ever written as a one shot and I’m not even a little sorry. Obviously, it’s about when Seb was in Paris shooting ‘355′. Enjoy!

Tags: @sarabeth72 @loricameback @scarletheart333 @justwinchesterme96 @mightymelly @marivela14 @tasteofhiddles @hoodgirl163 @delicatecapnerd @bluegrasscontessa

“Good morning, printesă.” Sebastian whispered over Facetime.

“It’s still nighttime here, but good morning, handsome.” I chuckled, batting my lashes.

“Mmm, I miss you. I miss kissing your forehead. I miss holding your hand and listening to you sing along to the radio while I drive. And right now, I really miss the way you tug my hair while…” Seb teased before Evie walked in to my room.

“Tătic?” She said innocently with a smile.

“Hey, raza de soare. How are you?” He asked with a loving smile. I patted the bed beside me she sat down, her smile wild as she laid eyes on him.

“Mi-e dor de tine.” She whispered and looked at him. I miss you.

“Si mie mi-e dor de tine.” He replied, blowing her a kiss. I miss you too.

“How long until you come back?” Evie asked.

“I just started filming, darling.” He answered quietly.

“I know. I just miss you.” Our daughter mumbled, tears welling in her eyes. “I could really use one of your hugs.” She added as she leaned into me.

“What’s wrong, my sun?” Seb asked, his face riddled with concern.

“Elena and I had a big fight. She said we needed to take a break. I really miss her, dad.” Evie mumbled through tears, her body trembling. I held her close and rubbed her back gently.

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry. I wish I was there to hug you.” Sebastian murmured, his lip quivering slightly.

“I wish you were too.” Evie whimpered before blowing him a kiss. “Te iubesc, tătic.” She added with a weak smile before walking back to her room.

“I feel awful. I really want to comfort her more than I can, regina mea.” My husband told me, his blue-grey eyes heavy.

“I know, love.” I cooed before an idea popped in my head. “You need to get some work done, my love. I need some sleep. I love you.” I told him with a feigned sleepy smile while the wheels in my head spun a million miles an hour.

“I love you too, Rin. I’ll talk to you later?” H e asked, his smile wide. That charming, blinding smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

“Yes, you will I love you.” I chuckled and hung up before grabbing my laptop.

Hours passed and I had been able to book us a last minute flight to Paris to surprise Sebastian. I packed most of my own clothes before I went and woke Evie up.

“Hey. I did something a little crazy, but I know you’ll love it. We’re going to Paris to see your dad.” I told her as she sat up in bed, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Really?!” She jumped up and hugged me.

“Yep. Now, I have to go wake your brother up. Go ahead and start packing. We leave for the airport in an hour and a half.” I told her and kissed the top of her head before sneaking into Aiden’s room.

“Hey, buddy. It’s time to wake up. You need to get ready.” I whispered and moved his hair away from his eyes gently.

“Mmmph. Don’t wanna.” He mumbled and grabbed his covers.

“We’re going to see dad.” I crooned and moved his covers. “And I’ll buy you breakfast on the plane.” I added and scratched his neck.

“Why are we up so early?” Aiden muttered and got out of bed as I started packing his things.

“We’re going to Paris. You can’t spend your entire summer break in New York.” I explained and grabbed his favorite t-shirt.

“Plus Dad is in Paris and mom misses him.” Evie called out with a chuckle.

“That too. He’ll be so surprised to see us.” I laughed and kissed my son’s forehead.

“But did you have to wake us up so early?” Aiden yawned.

“You’ll have about seven hours to sleep on the way there.” I told him before going to pack the rest of my things. I grabbed my garment bag and packed a couple of dresses, including a brilliant light blue dress Charlie just finished designing for me. It was perfect for a romantic dinner in Paris. I grabbed my phone as it started ringing, Charlie’s picture popping up.

“Where are you jetting off to this time?” She asked. I could hear the way her eyebrow raised as she asked the question.

“Paris.” I stated in the most matter of fact tone I could manage.

“Why in the hell are you going to Paris?” She raised her voice and asked me.

“I miss my husband and I’ve never been to Paris. And neither have the kids. It’s something new.” I explained and grabbed my bathing suit.

“Alright.” My sister sighed and hung up the phone, undoubtedly rubbing her temples.

“You guys ready? Our flight leaves in a couple hours!” I called out, grabbing our passports and carrying my bags downstairs.

“Coming!” Evie yelled as she came downstairs, going to load her bag in the car.

“Aiden! Come on! We gotta get going!” I shouted.

“Coming! I had to make sure the script I’m working on was in my bag.” He said, dragging his bag behind him.

“Good. Let’s get going.” I smiled and hugged him before locking the door behind us.

We packed up the car and the kids sang along to the music I played. I smiled as one of Jeremy’s new songs came on, listening to ‘Nomad’ as Evie and Aiden talked about their plans for Paris.

“Wait. Is this Uncle Jer?” Aiden asked, looking at me from the backseat.

“It is. Should we tell him how good it is when we get back?” I replied with a wink.

“Definitely.” My son chuckled and smiled.

It wasn’t long until I drove up to the airport and found my sister and her husband waiting for me. Kevin helped get our bags out of the trunk as I hugged my sister.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate this.” I told Charlie with a smile.

“Who am I to stand in the way of a woman in love? Especially when that woman is my sister?” She chuckled and nudged me. “Call us when you get back so we can come get you.” She added before kissing my cheek.

“I will. I love you.” I said and kissed her cheek before Evie, Aiden, and I walked toward the airport.

We checked in for our flight and boarded, Evie and Aiden sitting in the aisle beside me. I shut off my phone as one of the flight attendants went through the safety lecture. We finally took off, Aiden falling asleep moments afterward.

Once we got the clear to wear headphones and move around, my daughter grabbed her headphones, either choosing to listen to her Romanian lessons or watch a movie. I curled into my seat with my phone, deciding to watch ‘The Umbrella Academy’. Again.

I looked over to my son and daughter sitting beside each other. One fast asleep, curled under the soft, plush purple blanket his sister brought in her bag. My sister was watching a movie as her brother rested his head on her shoulder. I smiled as a text from Sebastian came up.

What are you doing, printesă? His text read.

Watching ‘The Umbrella Academy’. Again. I tapped out and hit send.

Anything else? The response came quickly and included the smiling devil emoji.

No and I don’t plan on doing anything else. Go work.

I miss you. Please?

I miss you too. But you’ll see me again before you know it. I sent the response and smiled.

“You have a smile like you’ve done something crazy.” The flight attendant said as she walked past.

“Something like, oh, buying last minute plane tickets for myself and my kids so we can spend time with my actor husband in Paris?” I replied with a cheeky smile.

“Exactly like that.” She chuckled and walked away.

Time seems to drag on until the pilot announced our descent into Charles de Gaulle. Evie nudged her brother awake before packing his blanket and her things. I sat up and buckled back in, my legs bouncing in excitement. We got off the plane and collected all of our bags before hailing a taxi to our hotel.

“Oh my God! This place is absolutely amazing! The view is perfect.” Aiden awed as he looked over the Paris skyline.

“Evie, your room is right next door. Don’t get on each other’s nerves.” I told them as I went to my room and got in the shower. When we landed, I’d texted Sebastian’s PA to ask where they were in the city to film. He texted me back and after I showered, I did my makeup and put on his favorite pair of jeans and shirt combination, sure he’d be able to spot me.

I headed out to the location, smiling as I spotted him with Jessica Chastain. He looked absolutely radiant. France was treating him beautifully. He was just…perfect. I noticed a stop in filming as he took pictures, making this the perfect opportunity. I hid myself in the crowd and disguised my voice as I called out his name. I managed to get behind him and ask for a picture, still disguising my voice.

“Absolutely. What’s your na…” He started before he fully saw me. I smiled as he looked me over and shook his head to make sure I was real.

“I told you you’d see me again before you knew it.” I chuckled before he picked me up and kissed me. Everyone clapped and cheered at our reunion. Sebastian held me close, his tears hitting my neck like rain.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered against my lips. His hands cupped my face he looked into my eyes. “I missed those eyes. And that smile.” He cooed, peppering my neck and face with kisses.

“I missed you too, my love. I brought a couple other people with me.” I winked as I felt Evie tap my shoulder. I moved out of the way to let him see the kids.

“Surprise, tătic!” Evie shouted and flew into his arms. He caught her and laughed, smiling as they embraced. He set her down and kissed her forehead before he hugged Aiden, both of them beaming.

“Hey, dude. How have you been?” Seb asked after they pulled away from each other.

“Good. I started writing a script.” Aiden told his father with a wide grin.

“That’s amazing! I can’t wait to read it!” My husband laughed as they walked back over to me. Seb wrapped his arm around my waist as we started walking.

“Jessica! I have some people I want you to meet!” Sebastian called out to his co-star as she talked to one of the crew members. She walked over to us, smiling an almost blinding smile.

“You must be Corinne! Sebastian said you were stunning and he hyped you up so much. You don’t disappoint.” She chuckled before introducing herself to Evie and Aiden.

“I absolutely loved you in ‘Crimson Peak.” Aiden gushed, his eyes open wide.

“Really? I thought everyone hated my character.” She joked and smiled.

“Well, that’s what made it perfect. You were phenomenal. The way you portrayed Lucille was so amazing to me.” Aiden added, his cheeks beet red.

“I think your son has a crush on your co-star.” I muttered to Sebastian with a chuckle.

“Oh, no, That’s ‘our’ son.” He whispered and kissed my neck. “I can’t wait until we finish filming for the day. The night I have planned with you.” He crooned and bit at my earlobe gently.

“Not a chance. Tonight, we’re doing a family dinner and we’re all going to get some rest.” I told him with a smirk.

“When do I get to spend time with my wife?” He asked with a pout.

“Tomorrow. You and I are going to a romantic dinner. Fancy clothes, candles. All of it. Just the two of us.” I whispered back and pecked his cheek gently. “You need to go get back to work. We’ll meet up with you when you’re done.” I told him as I motioned for the kids to come over, Jessica following them.

“We’ve stopped you guys from working long enough. We really should get going before we have dinner tonight.” I said, smiling at Jessica.

“You guys are welcome to stay and watch us film.” Jessica commented as the kids hugged Sebastian.

“AS tempting as that sounds, we really do need rest. This trip was super last minute and I know we’re all tired.” I replied with a smile. “We’re going to dinner when you’re done for the day. I texted you the address to the hotel.” I explained and kissed Sebastian before walking away.

Time passed and I almost missed the call from Sebastian because of how much sleep I got. The phone rang and I didn’t register the ringtone. I finally woke up and answered the phone, rushing to get ready. I met Evie, Aiden, and Sebastian in the lobby of the hotel. We started walking, Sebastian wrapping his hand in mind. I smiled as he walked on the side closest to the street, something he’d learned from someone I might never know.

“I really missed you, Rin.” He crooned as we went up to a café and waited to be seated.

“I missed you too, Sebby. I hardly got any sleep after I got off the phone with you because I was so excited when the idea popped in my head.” I told him. “Also, I think this means I love you more than you love me.” I whispered with a chuckle.

“No way. I definitely love you more.” He retorted with a kiss to my temple.

“We’ll call it a draw.” I mused and kissed him.

Dinner with all four of us around a table felt wonderful. My heart was overflowing as I watched Sebastian talk to the kids. Even after the adoption was official, I still got butterflies seeing him our children.

“I really like your hair like that, raza de soare.” He commented on Evie’s new haircut.

“Thanks, tătic.” Our daughter smiled, a soft blush rising in her cheeks.

“I wanna hear more about this script you’re working on, Aiden.” I said and smiled at my son.

“Well, the school is having a competition. You write a script and they pick one to be performed at the end of the school year.” Aiden explained.

“That’s awesome! Do you have any idea what it’s about yet?” Seb asked, beaming with pride.

“Not yet. I’m still in the drafting stages. Which reminds me…” Aiden started before turning to his sister. “I’m actually basing a character on you, Eves. If my play gets chosen, will you at least audition?” He asked with a nervous smile.

“WHEN your play gets chosen, I will definitely audition.” She told him, pulling him into a hug.

“Wow, your kids are adorable.” Seb whispered to me as he watched them.

“Oh no, those are our kids.” I chuckled and ran my fingers through his hair.

We finished dinner, all of us smiling and laughing. Sebastian walked us back to our hotel, going up to our rooms to wish us goodnight. He stopped with me in front of my room, kissing me heavily.

“Rin, please.” He moaned against my lips.

“Tomorrow. Charlie made me a new dress and I want to look especially good for you.” I cooed and kissed him a final time. “Goodnight, Sebastian.” I purred and went into my room, leaning against the closed door.

“Just like when we first started dating. Such a tease.” I heard him huff as he walked away.

The next morning came around and I woke up to a good morning text from Seb and a text from Evie letting me know that she was going sight-seeing. I knocked on Aiden’s door, surprised to see him up and dressed.

“Hey, mom. I was just getting ready to meet Evie for lunch. You wanna come?” He asked, his hazel eyes glistening.

“No, you go on ahead. Don’t get into any trouble and be safe. And text every once in a while, but don’t worry if I don’t answer.” I told him and patted his cheek.

“We’ll be careful. I love you, mom.” He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

“I love you too.” I called after him as he walked away before going back to my room.

I pulled up my ‘getting ready’ playlist and ran a hot bath before sliding into the tub and propping my head against the wall. I sang along to the music as I washed my body and shaved before washing my hair. AS I stepped out of the tub, my phone started ringing. I noticed Sebastian’s picture and smiled, answering and putting the call on speaker.

“Hello?” I said as I started towel drying my hair.

“Hello, beautiful. What are you doing?” He asked.

“Primping for our date tonight. I just got out of the tub.” I replied and put lotion on my legs and arms.

“Ah. One of those long baths?” He chuckled.

“Always. How else am I supposed to look stunning for you?” I cooed.

“Well, I called to let you know that I found the perfect place for our date, but you need a really nice dress.” He told me. I could hear the way he bit his lip.

“You worry about yourself. I’ve got me covered. You have no idea what you’re in for.” I quipped and started curling my hair.

“Reservation is at six, so I’ll send a car around five-thirty.” He told me, that hint of dominance in his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Perfect. Be on time and be prepared to pick your jaw up off the floor.” I laughed, lightly spritzing my hair with hairspray.

“I love you.” Seb cooed.

“I love you most.” I purred before hanging up and starting my makeup.

I finished getting ready and slipped into my dress, silently thanking Charlie for putting the zipper on the side of the dress. I slipped into my heels just as I got a text from Sebastian that the car would be there in a couple minutes. I grabbed my clutch and responded to a check in text from Evie before I head to the lobby to wait on the car. I found it waiting for me and climbed in, carefully taking my dress with me. The driver smiled in the rearview mirror as I fiddled with my rings.

“Tu est trés jolie, madame.” He said with a kind smile.

“Merci boucoup.” I replied graciously.

We pulled up to the restaurant and my driver helped out of the car with a smile. I walked in, scanning the packed dining room for my husband. After a few moments, I walked up to the maître d, intent on asking if he’d arrived.

“Ah, you must be Mrs. Stan?” She said with a heavy accent, eliciting a nod from me. “You husband said that you would be coming and to find a woman matching your description. Follow me.” She added with a wave of her hand.

We wended our way through crowds and tables, moving swiftly. This place was perfect for a romantic dinner. Then I spotted him. His eyes lit up a room, pairing beautifully with the navy suit he’d chosen. Thank God for Hugo Boss. He was talking to a waitress, causing him not to see that I was waving at him. I thank the maître d for bringing me this far before walking toward the table slowly, my head held high. My dress flowed behind me and I watched as the waitress walked away, almost on cue.

“My, my. Your wife certainly is a very lucky woman.” I cooed as I came closer. Sebastian turned to face me, standing up to take in the full look I’d put together for tonight. I smiled as his jaw dropped and he covered his mouth in excitement.

“You look handsome, my love.” I murmured and grabbed his hand, kissing his wedding ring gently.

“You look…stunning. And even that is an understatement, regina mea.” He whispered before kissing me. After the kiss broke, he pulled my chair out and helped me sit.

“Thank you.” I whispered as his fingers brushed the back of my neck before he sat down across from me. “I originally planned to wear this dress to a premiere, but I couldn’t help myself.” I told him after taking a sip of my wine.

“You could still wear it to a premiere. These masterpieces that Charlie makes you should be seen by the world.” Seb crooned.

“But only you get to take them off. And I can’t wait for you to take this off tonight.” I purred with a wink.

“Cheeky little fox.” He chuckled. Our waitress came back and he ordered our food, the waitress smiling at him the whole time.

“Two things. One, I love it when you just order like that for me since you know what I like. Two, make sure you kiss me or flash your wedding ring. That waitress was looking at you like you were her next meal.” I whispered and looked away.

“Are you jealous, princess?” Sebastian sighed with a smirk.

“No. I just want her to know that you’re married.” I huffed with a slight scowl.

“Don’t worry, Rin. I’m pretty sure she knows.” He chuckled and grabbed my hand, kissing my rings gently. He looked up at me through those beautifully full lashes, his eyes reflecting the candle light.

“I love you, you handsome devil.” I murmured and rubbed his cheek with my thumb.

“I love you too, ingerul mea.” He purred and leaned forward to kiss me.

I heard the waitress clear her throat to signal she was there. Sebastian pulled away from me with a smirk and looked up at her as she set the plates down. Her seemingly genuine smile changed to a forced customer service smile in a matter of milliseconds before she walked away.

“I think that made it pretty clear.” Seb whispered before taking a bit of his food.

“You’re so rotten.” I muttered, cutting a piece of steak.

“And you love me for it.” He laughed.

“I’m excited to see this movie you’re working on.” I commented.

“Because I’m in it or because of your crush on Jessica?” He asked, his eyebrow raised.

“Obviously, it’s both. My husband on screen with my second biggest female celebrity crush? Sign me up.” I told him with a wink.

“Who’s your first? No, wait. Let me guess.” He said with a wry smile. “It’s Hayley, isn’t it?” He added.

“She’s so gorgeous.” I sighed with a nod.

“If you hadn’t met me through Marvel, who do you think you would have ended up with?” Sebastian asked, his eyes filled with mischief.

“Honestly? Probably Renner. But thankfully, I met you and we don’t have to think about who I could’ve ended up with.” I cooed and grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

We finished our dinner talking about France, the kids, and how excited we were to have some time together before he had to go to Atlanta to film for the new series. He held my hand and smiled that iridescent smile as he looked me over. Our waitress came back and asked if we’d like to order dessert darting to my husband with a smirk.

“Thank you, but we’re alright.” I spoke up with a smile. “We have some back at the hotel.” I added before asking for the check. Our waitress walked away and Sebastian looked over at me.

“Oh we do? What kind of dessert is back at your hotel?” He asked, his voice low.

“Well, once we get back there, you can eat me for dessert.” I purred and stood up, walking to the door.

Sebastian came up behind me after paying, kissing my neck as I flagged down a taxi. We got in the car and I gave the address to the driver. Seb held me close, gently kissing and sucking my neck. His whispers of what he wanted to do to me laid heavy on my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. We finally pulled up to the hotel and Sebastian paid the driver before I started leading him inside.

“You look so beautiful. Have I told you that lately?” He whispered as he pinned me to the wall of the elevator, his hands planted firmly on my hips.

“It’s been at least twenty minutes, so you’re a little behind.” I chuckled and kissed him as the doors opened. I lead him to my room and locked the door after putting up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. I ducked into the restroom and started slipping out of my dress as one of Renner’s newest songs played.

“Rin, what are you doing?” Sebastian shouted as I slipped into a new black lingerie set Charlie made me.

“Two more minutes, babe!” I shouted before I started touching up my makeup. I put on a bright red lipstick to finish my look and slipped on his favorite pair of black heels before popping my head out the door.

“Close your eyes.” I whispered.

“They’re closed. Are you finally done?” He asked, the irritation in his voice obviously joking.

“I am. And I think you’re going to love what you see.” I cooed and walked out of the bathroom, stopping in front of him. “Open up.” I cooed before putting my hands on my hips as he opened his eyes. His jaw dropped to the floor as he finally adjusted to the light in the room, a small squeak escaping his lips.

“Oh my god.” He repeated the phrase in astonishment and looked me up and down.

“You like what you see, Sebby?” I purred and walked closer, standing between his legs.

“Jesus Christ.” Sebastian muttered before looking up at me. His eyes filled with that Winter Soldier like intensity, sending a heat to my core.

“Talk to me, baby.” I whispered and bit my lip.

“I…don’t have the words.” He breathed and stood up, bringing himself almost face to face with me.

“Then don’t say anything. Do something.” I whispered, my lips brushing his softly.

His hands travelled up my legs and to my waist, pulling my body against his. He walked me backward, my back hitting the wall as his lips latched to mine. My body was pinned against the wall as his lips travelled down to my neck, words mumbled against my skin.

“Printesă, you feel so good in my arms.” Sebastian murmured as he buried his face in my neck.

“How bad did you miss me?” I asked as I ran my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.

“You’re all I’ve been able to think about.” He answered and looked at me, his eyes twinkling.

“Then show me.” I cooed and kissed him before sliding out of his arms. I watched him turn around and I took off my panties and bra, setting them aside as Seb took off his jacket.

“Say the name, princess. Say it and I will give you whatever you want.” He almost growled as I sat down and he kneeled in front of me.

“Make me.” I chuckled with a smirk. He grabbed my thighs and pushed them apart, squeezing them while staring me in the eyes.

“Say it or I won’t touch you. And you want me to touch you.” He growled and kissed my thigh.

“Papi chulo. Please.” I whimpered and pouted before running my fingers through his hair. As soon as the last syllable out, his tongue started gliding through my folds.

“So delicious and wet for me, printesă.” Sebastian mumbled, his arms wrapped completely around my thighs and his face buried deep in my center.

I felt him drape my legs over his shoulders and heard him moan praises against my skin. My body writhed in pleasure against the bed, wanton cries filling the room as his nails dug into my skin. His muffled praises pushed me closer to the edge and I felt him pull away, causing me to whimper.

“Seb…” I whined, unable to open my eyes as I heard him take off his belt.

“Shhh, princess. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered as his shirt hit the floor. I felt his body loom over mine, his lips brushing mine as his fingers rolled my nipples.

“Tell me what you want.” He purred and pulled away slightly.

“Just want you.” I heaved, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. I felt him lose his balance and tumble down on the bed, his laugh infectious as he looked at me. I laughed and kissed him, smiling as he pulled me closer. He positioned me to straddle him and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Why am I always on top?” I asked with a pout, looking down at him.

“Because I like watching you. You’re so beautiful when you have the opportunity to take control.” He whispered and kissed my hand as he slid into me slowly. The way he moaned as he filled me sent a shiver down my spine.

Sebastian looked up at me as I moved my hips slowly, his fingers tracing my skin as I braced my hand on his chest. I felt his heart beat against my palm, almost in the same rhythm of my hips rocking against his. His breathing hitched as his nails gently started digging into my hips.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He muttered, his lashes falling heavily against his cheek.

“Seb…” It was all I could manage before clapping my hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” I added, my hips rocking harder and faster against his.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, the sound muffled by my hand. He licked my hand and looked up at me with a smirk, pulling my hand away.

“Cheeky shit.” I chuckled and slowed my pace. I cupped his face and kissed him as his arms wrapped around my body.

“Beautiful printesă.” He cooed and flipped us over suddenly. I felt his lips on my neck as he thrusted into me, his body shaking against mine.

Time seemed to slow when ever he kissed my neck, but the world melted away when his eyes met mine. There was a primal lust that marriage seemed to dim in my friends. Then there was a pure love. The way his lips brushed mine and his fingers laced with mine as his hips rolled slowly sent a fire through me.

“You’re so beautiful.” Sebastian crooned.

“So…handsome…” I muttered and found his hand, squeezing it as he pumped his hips faster.

He buried his face deeper into my neck and his moans and gasps were almost deafening until my heartbeat drowned them out. His thrusts went from slow and passionate to quick and erratic, one hand squeezing mine. I buried my face in one the pillows and stifled my moans as he held on to me tight.

“Fuck, Rin.” Seb moaned before spilling into me, his body shivering. I felt him collapse and roll over beside me, his breathing heavy.

“I love you.” I cooed and ran my thumb over his cheek.

“I love you too, regina mea.” He mumbled. I watched him lay still, his breathing evening out. “Now, c’mere and let me get another taste of you.” He chuckled and helped me straddle his face.

“Fuck.” I panted as his tongue slid through my folds. I felt him flick his tongue over my clit, sending shivers up my spine.

His hands stayed on me as I braced myself against the wall, moaning as my hips bucked against his face. Muffled praised and filthy words were spoken against my thighs before he returned to sucking and licking my center. After what felt like an eternity, my body started shaking and my mouth fell open, a silent scream leaving as I reached my climax.

I fell on the bed beside him, panting and shaking. I felt his fingers brush my flesh gently before he stood up and grabbed one of his t-shirts I’d packed and helped me put it on.

“I love you.” I murmured, curling into his lap as he held me close.

“I love you too.” He whispered and kissed my temple. Just as he lifted my chin to kiss me, both of our phones rang. I grabbed mine and saw my work phone number, I answered as Seb answered his. I looked at him after hanging up, seeing he had his phone muted.

“Kevin?” I asked before standing up.

“Yeah. He wants me in…” Sebastian started.

“…San Diego?” We said at the same time, his brows furrowed as he looked at me.

“That was Alex from work. Turns out Kevin’s assistant called and said I had to head there too. Now, the real question is this: do we take the kids with us?” I asked and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Is Charlie willing to look after Callie and Bo for that long?” He replied with his own question.

“Oh yeah. And the kids and I will go home after the convention and you can go finish filming…wherever you have to finish filming.” I answered and chuckled.

“Let me tell Kevin.” He crooned and kissed me before getting back on the phone as I texted our children. Sebastian got off the phone and pulled me on to the bed, kissing me and giggling.

“Our life is never boring, is it?” He asked and played with my hair.

“You wouldn’t like it if it was.” I cooed and kissed his forehead. “C’mon. Let’s get some sleep, handsome. We’ve got some big plans.” I added and covered us up, my body spooning his.

“I love you, Rin.” He whispered and yawned.

“I love you too, Sebby.” I murmured and held on to him tight, falling asleep to the rise and fall of his breathing.

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imaginefan · 5 years

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What they did that caught your attention. Enzo, Stefan, Kol, Jeremy, Elijah, Jake, Adam, Chris, Cole, Clay, Campbell, Will, Harry and Gordie.

Enzo

He was fiercely protective of you after the first time that you jumped in front of him, he went out of his way to make sure that you were out of harm's way and that there was no way that you could do anything stupid.

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him and he pushed the knees pads towards you “You know the point of this is to make sure that I can protect myself.” You muttered and you looked at him and he continued to push the padding towards you. “We’re already on a padded mat!” “And this is going to make sure that when I hit you I won't hurt you.” He argued. “You're not going to hurt me.” You rolled your eyes. “Better safe than sorry.” He shrugged. “Are you serious?” You asked, his face didn’t change “you're serious.” You snatched the knee pads from his hands before putting them on because you wanted to learn to defend yourself and he wasn’t going to teach you without those.

Stefan

Stefan knew a lot about a lot of things and you loved listening to him talk about it but you loved listening to him read more than anything, his voice was calming and when you couldn’t relax you got Stefan to help you. “Stefan!” You whined as you collapsed on the bed. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “I can’t sleep.” You mumbled, Stefan had been over to make sure that you were safe, after the events of the day he was worried that you might have been in danger and decided that he would stay over to make sure that you stayed safe. “How can I help you?” He asked. “You know how.” You smiled batting your eyelids. “You want me to read.” He asked with a small smile. “Please…” You pleaded and he rolled his eyes before walked over to your bookshelf to find a book.

Kol

Kol never looked at you like he was scared of you, most people even other witches looked at you like you were a weapon, you could look into people’s minds but you never did it maliciously or at least you tried not to.

“Where’s your coven?” Kol asked one day and you looked at him and shrugged. “I don’t know, they kicked me out when my parents were killed.” You answered. “Why?” He asked. “They never liked me so when my parents weren’t there to vote against it they kicked me out.” You explained. “I was a dangerous monster.” “Dangerous… Always but your no monster.” Kol answered. “You’ve had great power all your life but you never hurt anyone with it.” “People are wrong about you.” You mumbled leaning forward and linking your hands as you did. “All of them.”

Jeremy

Jeremy’s ability to be soft no matter what had happened beforehand and what he had seen was what caught your attention, no matter what you both had been through he never let it define who he was and he was always gentle with you.

You leaned up against Jeremy on the sofa he was watching something while you were reading, he could feel you weight shifting constantly as you tried to keep yourself away, he glanced down at you and saw that your eyes were fluttering so he gently took the book from you and twisted so that you head could rest on his chest “rest up, I’ll take you upstairs as soon as this episode finishes.” He promised, so you let yourself fall asleep.

You were woken when he sat you on the bed he grabbed one of his shirts and helped you put it on yours before slipping his over your head and then help you out of your jeans he tucked you into bed before changing himself and joining you. “I love you.” You confessed as you snuggled into his side. “I love you too.”

Elijah

After the witches got to you Elijah had nothing but a calming effect on you, all negative moods were easy for him to deal with he’d be able to get you to focus on something else and when he wasn’t around you would use memories of him to ground you.

It seemed like you had been pacing for hours when Elijah walked into the room, he gave a soft smile before walking towards you gently taking your shoulders to stop you and centre your attention “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What if this doesn’t work?” You asked. “What?” He asked. “You guys always tell me about the fact that you can’t die but that doesn’t stop me from worrying about you… All of you.” You said. “I promise you that I will do my best to keep everyone safe.” He smiled moving his hands so that his thumbs run over your cheeks. “And yourself.” You added and he nodded. “And myself.” He confirmed pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as you smiled at the feeling of peace just for a little bit.

Jake

Jake was dedicated to finding out the cause behind his brother’s death and you loved that there was nothing that seemed to be able to draw him from the path, while he was looking you did your best to help him but sometimes he would put himself in danger to get the answers that he wanted.

“Jake maybe you should slow down.” You suggested and he shook his head. “I can’t this’ll mean nothing if we stop-” “For an hour, Jake this all still early days, you’ve got clues but nothing solid, no one is going anywhere, I promise you that stepping back for a second is not going to change anything.” You pleaded and he sighed. “I’m sorry.” He said softly as he pulled you into a hug and you sighed. “Don’t be this determination is one of the reasons that I love you.” You confessed.

Adam

Adam had patience which you never had and when you got frustrated he seemed to appear out of nowhere with the perfect words to help you calm down and would even show you some magic just to help you.

You gave another groan of frustration as you looked at the school book in front of you, “what’s wrong?” He asked. “School work.” You answered flipping your book away from you and crossing your arms like a child. “I don’t it.” “That’s okay, you probably just need some time to think about it,” Adam suggested. “I’ve been thinking about it for hours.” You complained and he smiled before throwing your coat at you. “Then let’s not think about it.” He smiled sticking his hand out to you.

Chris

Chris was sarcastic at the worst of times and that never ceased to make you laugh, you knew that you shouldn’t laugh but there was no way of stopping it sometimes you tried but even the small giggle made it out of your mouth.

“Chris!” Piper called as you leaned back on the sofa. “You very relaxed considering there is a threat looming.” “Ahh well, your calling Chris I need to be in a perfect position to laugh and not fall off this sofa.” “What is that supposed to mean?” Chris asked appearing behind you. “You have a way of adding humour to any situation.” You answered leaning back a little more so that you could see him. “Mm.” He hummed, in all honesty he never really saw it himself but if you were smiling then he was happy too.

Cole

Cole was a mystery that was enough for you, it was often that you saw him but you never really got the chance to talk to him that is until he took a particular interest in you too and you were given the opportunity to learn.

“I’ve seen you here before…” He said as he stood in front of you. “Yeah I work here.” You smirked as you leaned forward on the counter. “Hmm.” He smiled. “So what time do you finish?” “5.” You answered. “Why?” “Don’t worry I’ll be here to pick you up.” He winked before walking away

Clay

You were new and the one thing that caught his attention was when he was tutoring Jeff in the library and you walked past you heard them talking and they both seemed a little confused, you glanced down at the paper and smiled to yourself instantly understanding it, you leaned over Clay pointing at the paper. “You're gonna want to carry that over.” You said as you jotted everything that you were saying down. “Woah who are you?” Jeff asked, smiling as he looked at the papers. “I’m (Y/N), I’m new here just saw that you guys were having a bit of trouble and thought that I would help you.” You answered with a shrug. “T-thanks.” Clay managed to say and you winked before going to find the book that you needed for the homework you had just gotten. “You should ask her out.” Jeff encouraged and Clay’s eyes followed you as you disappeared around the corner, he should ask you out but he can’t do it on his own, no you were the one that asked him out because he was cute and quiet and you loved that about him.

Campbell

Campbell didn’t seem to care about anything that anyone said about him and you never understood how he did it because it seemed like everyone was talking about him but the first time that you spoke to him it was when you were in class it was a simple interaction but it stuck to you. “Hey do you have a spare pen?” Campbell asked as he tapped your shoulder. “Oh yeah.” You answered as you dug through your bag before leaning back and passing it to him with a smile, now despite the fact that you had never really spoke to him before you both left an impression on each other because you were the only person that Campbell actually gave a pen back to.

Will

Will was very real, he didn’t hide anything and it was rare that you could find a boy that you was that honest in the world that you lived in “Hey Will.” you smiled as you sat next to him at lunch. “Hi.” He smiled “what are you doing over here?” “Thought I’d come sit with you.” You answered with a shrugged. “Is that bad?” “No not bad for me anyway.” He answered. “Huh?” You asked. “Well it’s not going to do you any favours being seen with me.” He explained and you shrugged. “Now whoever said that I cared about that.” You smirked.

Harry

You were at one of his parties and despite the fact that you looked like you hadn’t been to a party in your life you knew how hold your own, there were boys that were coming over and trying to get you to leave with them but you broken someone’s finger when they got too touchy and they decided against trying anymore, you’d been making yourself drinks and it seemed like you could hold your liquor well. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Harry said as he leant against the counter next to you. “Does that bother you?” You asked as you glanced at him for a second before your eyes moved back to the crowds of people stumbling around and making a mess. “Just wondered who you are here with…” He shrugged and you looked at him. “A friend.” You answered. “Just a friend?” He asked. “Why would I tell you that?” You asked as you pushed off the counter. “It’s not like you care.” Then you were gone, he was the only one that didn’t push it that night that you remembered.

Gordie.

Gordie saw you outside one day and he didn’t understand what you were doing out, it was cold and dark and it didn’t seem like there was anyone else there “Hey (Y/N) what are you doing out here?” He asked. “Hm? Oh, I’m watching the stars.” You answered as you gestured to the sky. “Sometimes I come out here because it’s quiet and you can see everything out here.” You explained and he nodded smiling. “Maybe one day I can bring my telescope out here and see if we can find anything interesting,” Gordie suggested and you looked at him, your eyes widening. “Seriously?” You asked the excitement in your eyes made him happy. “Yeah of course.” He smiled. “You're amazing.” You complimented me. “I try.” He winked before settling with you to watch the stars.

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harryswanderlust · 6 years

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Locker Room

warnings: smut!! & cursing

requested: nope

I hope you guy enjoy 4k words of gym! shawn!!

A sigh escapes her lips as she fills the water cooler for the third time in the past hour, secretly hoping she won't have to fill it more than the eight times she usually does during her shift. She prefers it over having to pick up the dirty, sweaty towels off the gym floor to throw into the wash, but neither thing is glamorous in her opinion. Her job isn't too bad, she really doesn't have to do much, and Y/n really needs the money. It was either here or the coffee shop on the corner, and she doesn't know a thing about making coffee.

She's been working here for about two weeks, and the worst thing she's had to do is help all the clueless people understand the terms of their membership. She'd rather bang her head against a wall, but most days are relaxing for her when she doesn't have to deal with that. She mostly gets to hide in the background completely unnoticed since everyone seems to know what they're doing and goes about their business like usual.

She gets a nice view sometimes, and one of these days she knows she's going to get caught staring at the cute guys that walk in. She can't help herself, once they take their shirts off she gets a front row seat to their toned abs and back muscles and how could she look away from that? No one really pays much attention to her except to ask for a towel or for her to refill their water bottles though. Every day is basically the same routine, but today's shift was going to be a little different for her.

She makes her way back to the front desk, resting her chin on her fist as she reopens her book to continue reading it. The day has been slow so far, not a lot of people coming in, and it's relatively quiet except for the clinking of weights. She's been waiting, watching the tiny hand tick by on the clock, for her lunch break. While her job may not hard, it's certainly not invigorating and sadly her lunch break is the most exciting part of her day.

When she hears the bell on the door ring, she looks up from her book, letting it close on the counter as she gets ready to give whoever's come in the usual "Hi, welcome to Fusion Gym," greeting, but the words manage to get caught in her throat.

She's unable to do anything but blink, taking in the sight of the stranger that just walked in. She thinks she's dreaming at first as her eyes roam his entire his body, noting the heading that's pushing back chocolate brown curls and shorts that are exposing a pair of thighs that she swears are sinful. Sure she's seen some well fit, attractive looking young guys come in. She works in a gym for goodness sake, but him? He puts all of them to shame.

She jumps out of her chair, smoothing out her shirt and fixing her name tag. She rakes her fingers through hair, trying to make herself look nice or at the very least presentable. She never put much effort into how she looked for her job since she only had to interact with a handful of people and her boss didn't care. But today has made her want to try a bit harder.

He makes his way over to her and is about to say something when Jeremy, the gym's best personal trainer, comes up to him.

"Hey, Shawn. It's been a while since I've seen you, where've you been?" He asks, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into a type of bro hug. He gives a couple pats on the back before releasing him, one hand still on his shoulder.

Shawn.

She kind of liked that name.

The kind of name she'd like to scream.

"Been busy writing that album and stuff. You know how it is," he tells him, shrugging as he pulls his gym bag off his shoulder. She watches as his biceps flexes, and she restrains herself from biting her lip. A few tattoos on his arm catch her attention, and if she didn't have a thing for them before then she sure did now.

Also, writing an album? Did that make him a singer? She's never heard of any singers named Shawn, but being away at college has really managed to take her out of the loop.

"Yeah, I no worries man. You want to make it a leg day?" Jeremy asks him, and Shawn nods in agreement. Y/n doesn't catch the words that are passed between them next because she's too busy daydreaming about the tall, amber eyed boy in front of her with the a smile like sunshine. Thoughts swirling through her mind about how someone so perfect could exist. Which she realizes is impossible because no one is truly perfect, but damn did he sure come close.

It makes her wish she'd starting working at the gym sooner.

She's fully aware that there's work she needs to do, and standing here gawking at people isn't going to help get it done. It's probably time for her to wipe down equipment or clean one of the bathrooms, but that all seems so insignificant to her right now.

"Hello? Excuse me, miss?"

Gasping, she's pulled back to reality. She blinks a few times, silently cursing at herself for appearing like a fool in front of him. He's standing right in front of her, patiently waiting for her to say something.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Hi, can I help you with something today?"

Like maybe taking off your shirt?

"Yeah, could I get a towel please?"

She nods frantically, like somehow she can no longer behave like a normal human being. She walks back to the closet where they keep the towels and has to stand on her tiptoes to get the only available ones on the top shelf.

"Sorry about that," she says sheepishly when she's back behind the front desk, "Here you go."

She hands him the neatly folded towel, their hands touching when he grabs it from her. A slight chill runs through her, and she has to close her eyes for a minute to calm herself. She doesn't know why she's getting so worked up over a guy. An inconceivably hot guy, but still a guy.

"I appreciate it," he thanks her, his face lighting up with a smile and Y/n's knees go weak at the sight. "I've never seen you here before. I'm Shawn."

He offers her his hand to shake and she takes it, her thumb tracing over the bird that is inked onto it. She ponders over it, considering what it might mean before realizing she hasn't said anything back.

"I..I'm new," she sputters, shaking his hand way too eagerly. He lets out a small laugh, one she'd find endearing if it wasn't caused by the dumb mistake she just made. "I mean, I'm Y/n. Obviously new isn't my name. That would be...that would be stupid...obviously..."

Her focus shifts to anywhere but his own, unable to handle how embarrassing she's being right now. She's word vomiting all over herself, and she'd say that it's the reason no one's ever asked her out. She can hardly say anything remotely intelligible around good looking people so it's no wonder why she can't keep anyone around.

"Cute name for an even cuter girl," he says, winking at her, and her heart almost stops beating.

Was that–did he just compliment her? She had to have imagined that right?

"Guess I'll be seeing you around more often," he waves and turns over his shoulder to join Jeremy in the workout room.

She mutters a "guess so" under her breath and jumps giddily where she stands when he's no longer facing her. She wipes her clammy palms against her jeans, trying to get of all the sweat and sits back down in her chair. Opening her book, she tries to get back into it and stop herself from watching Shawn. But it doesn't work once the weights are picked up and the shirt comes off, his entire physique on full display for her.

He could literally choke her with those thighs if he wanted.

After a while, she's still trained on him. Sweat glistens against his chest and forehead, his eyebrows drawn together as he concentrates. For Y/n, this is more entertaining than anything she could see at the movies or on tv. She'd pay to see this everyday, even if the boy never developed any interest in her.

She didn't know it yet, but her luck was about to start changing for her.

･ﾟ✧･ﾟ ✧ ･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ✧

The low hum of music from the speakers above flows through the gym, a yawn seeping past her lips as she rests her chin further against her fist. She blinks several times, tiredness taking over her body. She's been fighting off sleep for the past three or four hours, trying to stay awake for the night shift she's been stuck on. It was the only time she was available to work this week, having to have mornings and afternoons free for her college midterms. And if she wasn't already occupied enough with all that, it sure didn't help that Shawn has been on her mind the entire time.

It would have been wise to take the whole week, but her desire to see him again was greater than her need to pass her tests. He's started coming in every day since they met, or on nights like tonight if that's when Y/n's working. She didn't know what to think of it really, or of herself for that matter. It wasn't like he was anyone special, if you take away that fact that he's a talented artist and is a walking dream, yet she's developed a crush on him in such a short amount of time. She even took her hair out of a ponytail for him, letting it fall loosely around her face and over her shoulders. She would've brushed it, but she didn't want it to seem like she was trying too hard.

Not that it mattered because Shawn definitely noticed her. He noticed her from the moment he laid eyes on her, even if she was about to fall out of her chair. It was adorable, and what's more adorable is the amount of times he's caught her staring at him while he's in the middle of working out. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love the way he's able to put on a show for her. It's an immediate confidence booster for him when she gets flustered, turning back to the towels she folding or book she's only half reading. And when she's busy and needed elsewhere, he's watching her too.

Slowly, they've both been noticing that the only attention they want is each other's. There have been plenty of girls in the gym that have taken their shot at flirting with Shawn–there being one in particular that Y/n remembers named Olivia. She works at the gym alongside her, and she had to watch the pathetic scene unfold in front of her while refraining herself from killing the girl. Everything from shoulder touching, hair twirling, and all the way to fake laughing. She thought she was going to be sick, but luckily Shawn wasn't paying any mind to her. He's used to the affection, but now he only wants Y/n's.

She releases a grunt when her head slips from her hand, hitting her forehead on the counter. Her fingers tend to the pain, rubbing tenderly to help ease it before she decides to clean the equipment in order to keep herself from nearly falling asleep again. If there's anything she's learned from this night, it's that four cups of coffee fails to do the trick.

Right now there's two things she'd love: either a nap or to be underneath Shawn while he's doing push ups in the workout room with Jeremy...or for other reasons. The way his muscles are flexing is making her hot, and the a/c in this place is always cranked up on full blast.

"How many is that?" Shawn asks, grunting as he pushes himself up from the mat. A bead of sweat slides down the side of his head, his damp curls sticking to his neck.

"That's thirty," Jeremy answers, smacking on a piece of gum. His gaze wanders the room, stopping when he sees Y/n wiping down a weight bench. "Hey, Y/n. I'm going to go fill up my water. Make sure he doesn't stop while I'm gone, would ya?"

He doesn't wait for a response, already making his way towards the water cooler. She glances at Shawn who relaxes before he stands up. The air is thick around them as he moves to stand in front of her, bringing his hand up to brush a piece of hair behind her ear. Skin tingles where he touches her, feeling electric as it runs down her spine.

She'd love for him to touch her all over.

She'd love to get to touch him all over. And his shirt's already off, making him half naked...

"You're not really going to make me do any more are you? I think I deserve a break don't you?" He asks, quirking a brow and cocking his head.

She draws in a weary breath, unsure of what to say as she grabs his hand and pulls it away from where it hovers above her cheek. She holds onto it, looking at where their hands meet and letting a second pass before she snaps herself out of whatever trance she's in.

"I...I guess?" She says questioningly.

He shakes his head. "You know what? What if you helped me instead?"

Her brows knit together, confusion gracing her features. "What do you mean?"

There's no one around except for the two of them and one or two other employees, most people having called it a night ages ago. The room is calm and quiet with it only being the two of you. That's why Shawn doesn't have a problem pulling her down gently to the mat, climbing above her and positioning himself to do more push-ups. Fear ignites behind her eyes as her back presses against it, their chests all but touching. He grasps her chin, getting her to look at him.

"For every push-up I do right I'll kiss you," he explains, and he has no idea where any of this came from but he's glad it did. He has wanted to ask her out over the past week. He's wanted to ask her out from the minute he saw her behind the front desk, but he's chickened out every time he's considered going for it.

"Wait what?"

She's hoping Jeremy doesn't come back anytime soon, not finding this situation to be one she'd enjoy explaining her way out of.

"Think of it as a reward," he persuades her, pushing himself down so his lips ghost right over her ear, "For both of us."

His locks dangle over his lashes, tickling along the side of her neck. She resists the urge twirl a curl of it around her finger. She's wondered what it feels like. Probably

"But how will I know if you do one right?" She whispers.

"I guess that's up to me to decide," he breathes, already bending down to start. His warm breath fans across her face, his nose lightly brushing hers. Her body is suddenly begging for him to kiss her, anticipating him pressing his warm lips to hers. Her head swirls and eyes flutter shut.

He's about to steal one from her. Claim the reward that's well earned for both of them, but she puts a stop to it.

"You know, I like your songs," she blurts out, dissipating the moment. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, angry that she just ruined things as the heat was turning up. Her words come out so rushed she's hoping he didn't understand a thing she said–she's not even sure she understood what she said.

"What?"

"I like your songs," she repeats, more clearly this time. "I looked you up on Spotify the other night and I think your songs are...are cool."

'I looked you up on Spotify?' 'I think your songs are cool?'. Seriously? She listened to all three of his albums and that's what she has to say about it? That's the best she could come up with? It's better than telling him she spent over two hours listening to his music instead of studying for her classes, but still.

"Oh, thanks," he says, and there he goes again with that lovable laugh that has no business making her like him so much. "Do you have a favorite?"

She shrugs, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I guess I really enjoyed that one song...Nervous I think it was...?"

A deep shade of crimson blossoms over Shawn's cheeks, and he coughs before shaking it off. His embarrassment begins to falter, and she notices a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Is it because I make you nervous, princess?"

She freezes, her pulse racing.

Princess?

That was new. She's never been called that before, but she liked hearing it come from that mouth of his. Now she wants to know what else it can do. Kiss her lips? Or maybe the ones a little further south?

She's so lost in her mind that she's totally surprised when he finally decides to go for it. Next thing she knows his lips are on hers, moving gently. It's fervent, it's insiste. Each one deeper than the last every time he pulls away and comes back. He relaxes, his body melting into hers as she winds her arms around him. They're flush against each other now with no room to consider the possibility of someone walking in on them now.

One hand tangles in her hair, the other pinches her hip causing her to squirm and her mouth to part. Her heart beats faster and faster, body spinning as she savors the saccharin taste of honey. They're making out for the entire world to see–they're lying in front of a wall of windows–but that's the last thing either of them care about. The world has fallen around them, and the only thing left are the helpless moans they're pulling out of each other.

She tugs teasingly at his bottom lip, hissing when he grinds his hips against her own. A hand slips under her shirt, splaying over her stomach, but before he can move it any further something halts his actions.

A bottle drops to the floor, the sound of it ringing through the room alongside a string of curses. Shawn swiftly rolls off of her, the two of them sitting up as Jeremy approaches. Realizing their messy appearance, he peers unsurely at them.

He clears his throat. "Ahem, I think we should call it a night," he says, fixated on the way they're so close to one another, "It's getting late, yeah?"

Shawn nods, already halfway stood up. "Yeah, I'm gonna hit the showers."

They exchange goodbyes while Y/n drowns in a sea disbelief. Never in a million years would she have pictured herself making out with a pop star on a grime infested floor. Granted she didn't initiate it, but she made no effort to stop the situation either.

Jeremy's long gone and she chooses to follow Shawn's lead by standing up as well, but when she does she trips. He's quick to catch her as she stumbles into his chest, and he gestures towards the lockers rooms. There's a split second of misunderstanding before she picks up that he wants her to join him, which sends her into a minor panic.

Is he really going to try and hook up with her in a locker room?

Is she really finding herself okay with that?

Could he at least buy her dinner first?

Within no time they're in there and he's all over her again. Dropping his bag and towel, gripping her waist and attaching himself to her neck once more. It's no surprise he's strong, and it's no surprise that a wave of excitement rushes through her when he roughly pushes her back into the side of the lockers. He skims the hem of her shirt, working to pull it off of her.

Her pants are next, and then his own shorts. She's desperate for him when she feels his hard on poking the side of her thigh, mere inches away from leaning into the place she wants him most. Whines fill the air as they leave red and purple marks along skin. Shawn dips down, his mouth roaming her chest while his arm snakes around to work on the clasp of her bra.

He groans, taking in the beautiful sight of her. "I like this view," he says, "I could get used to this."

She can't believe how she's gotten here. Naked and sandwiched between Shawn and the cold metal of a row of lockers. She can't believe it when his mouth leaves her collarbone and attacks her nipple, his fingers fumbling around with the other. She can't believe the way she's shuddering when he carefully drops down to his knees. He leaves sloppy kisses on her on his way down, making her want to crumble.

There's a tingling feeling where she's aching for him when he levels with her center. She's wet. Beyond wet, and he's barely done anything to her yet. He's positioned himself between her thighs, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into them, and she wants to come undone at the sight of it alone.

Her body lurches forward when his nose nudges her clit. She becomes a whimpering mess when his fingers dance along her thighs and make their way up to her heat. They slide through her wet folds, circling her entrance before slipping one in. His tongue is on her next, eliciting a scream from her as it swirls her clit.

Groans leave him as he sucks on her bundle of nerves, causing vibrations that make her tremble. Her legs shake, and she's already beginning to drip all over his chin.

"Fuck," she whines, loving the way he's stretching her more and more with each pump.

He pulls away, muttering a "you taste so fucking good," beneath his breath, eyes glossed over with lust, before burying himself in her again. He's relentless, pushing deep inside her all the way to his knuckles and picking up his pace to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her back arches into him, and she moans at the way he's touching every place inside her. Licking, lapping, sucking–every movement, everything more magical than the last.

He continues to mercilessly eat her out, floating from how her pussy tastes. Soft cries can be heard as she's on the brink of release. She's in awe at how goddamn amazing he is at this. There's no way he hasn't done this before, but she doesn't care because she didn't know someone could make her feel this good. Her head leans back on the lockers, her eyes hooded as she watches herself spill all over his chin.

"Such a pretty princess when you're about to cum for me," he mumbles, moving faster to finish her off. And the way he says 'for him' does things to her. She's not just cumming, she's coming for him. And he's making her.

Her hands slam to the lockers to keep her steady.

"Right there. Please right there," she begs as he brings her to her hilt. Her orgasm starts to wash over her, unraveling right in front of him. He marvels in it, refusing to slow down or let up as she succumbs to pure bliss.

He licks every drop of her, cleaning her up as she writhes. He's never been so satisfied from making a girl cum with only his mouth. He's never been more confident in his abilities, and he'll be the first to admit he wants to do it again. He plants one last kiss to her clit, listening to the way she giggles as he stands back up.

He presses another one to her lips to allow for her to taste her sweet self on him. "How was that?"

"You," she breathes, "were amazing."

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Fashionably late

I know this is not sanders sides but I got a sudden burst of passion pls don’t kill me (this is a human au where the squip is just Jeremy’s older asshole brother) (also his name is Sawyer)

Pairing: Boyf Riends

Word count: 1,761

Warnings: crying?, also squip

Summary: Sawyer just wants some dinner when he hears sobbing coming from the bathroom. Dad? No, he’s over at the office. Jeremy? But he has a date or something, right, why is he here then?

Sawyer opened the door to his room and stepped out. Surely there must’ve been some leftover cake from his father’s birthday. He was in front of the stairs that he stopped and heard soft sobbing. Was dad home? No, he went to the office. Jeremy? Why was he here, didn’t he have a date or something?

Sawyer contemplated for a moment if he should go eat something because his stomach will probably start eating itself soon, or if he should follow the muffled sounds. Internally cursing at himself for caring about anyone but himself, he decided to follow the sound.

And that was how he found himself standing in front of the bathroom door. Okay, he’s gonna do this, and he will do it well. Cause he’s good at everything, even comforting people who are crying in the only bathroom in the house in the evening.

He took in a quiet breath and knocked on the door. The crying stopped. Sawyer raised his eyebrows.

“You do know that I still know you’re in there, right?”

No response, just some shuffling that he was sure wasn’t mean to be heard. He sighed and opened the door.

“Jerem-” Sawyer looked around, no one in sight. Oh, of course he would hide in the bathtub. Sawyer walked over to open the shower curtain to reveal Jeremy, his cheeks crimson red with tears running down. And his hair more of a bird’s nest than normal. Also, he has a suit, what the heck.

“Get out, Sawyer, I am not in the mood for your mocking,” Jeremy brought his knees closer to his chest and buried his head in them.

“I don’t even need to mock you, you look like a mess,” it sounded more surprised than judgemental, but Jeremy scoffed. “First of all, what are you doing in the bathtub? Are you trying to hide from me?”

“Anything to stay away from you,” Jeremy still hasn’t moved his head from his knees.

“Also, why are you wearing a suit?”

Sawyer could practically feel Jeremy tense. Sawyer had to strain his ears to figure out what he said, “Me and Michael are going on our first date and I don’t know what to wear…”

The older one scoffed, “Oh, Jeremy, if you’re not going to a wedding or a funeral I don’t see why you should wear a suit.”

“Thanks, but I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Sawyer looked away, it was more of a tip than an opinion, but whatever. He pitied this fashion confused, crimsoning child. He had once upon a time also been a panicky loser. Well, he had nothing better to do, so why not help him out, “Okay, get up, you’re not just going to sulk in a suit while Michael waits for you at the arcade.”

Finally, Jeremy looked at him, “We’re going to a restaurant.”

Sawyer furrowed his eyebrows, “Then why the suit?” it sounded more like a demand really.

“I don’t know, I panicked!” Jeremy shrugged, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

Once again, the taller one sighed and pinches the bridge of his nose, “You always panic, Jeremy…C'mon, get up, we’re going to fix you up,” he reached out his hand to Jeremy, who just stared at it.

He hiccuped, “W-what?”

Sawyer quirked his eyebrow, “Do you really think I want to be associated with a sweaty teenage fashion disaster? No, thank you. So get out of the bathtub, or I will drag you out by force,” he slowly retracted his hand, but Jeremy caught it by the wrist.

“No, wait! Okay, just don’t make me into your copy,” Sawyer pulled Jeremy on his feet, the teenager stepping out of the bathtub, “So, what now?”

“Now into your room. You’re not going to Dennys in a suit,” he dragged Jeremy into his bedroom, what a fucking mess. Clothes scattered all over the floor, and Sawyer was pretty sure that plate with a half-eaten dinner was from two months ago.

“We’re actually going to Dominos but whatever…”

Sawyer opened his closet if you could even call it that with only half the wardrobe actually in it. First, he browsed through the jeans. Ripped. Black. Ripped on accident. Dirty. Well, black will do. He took the pair of jeans and threw them on Jeremy, landing on his head, “Okay, now to the t-shirt…” he mumbled to himself as he closed the jeans drawer. Dirty. Ripped. Ugly. Dirty again. That’s a girl shirt. Too formal. Too informal.

“What about this one?” Sawyer turned around to look at Jeremy. There was a pause, full of judgement and aversion.

“You are not wearing that crop top.”

“Why not? You said you liked it when I first bought it!”

The need to facepalm was almost too strong, but Sawyer was stronger, “Yes, on a normal occasion, but you are not wearing a crop top that says ‘thick thigs thin patience’ on a date! A first one at that!”

Jeremy dropped the crop top and crossed his arms, giving Sawyer a frustrated glare.

“You know what? Screw this. Stay here, I’ll be right back,” before Jeremy could react, Saywer was out the door and headed to his room, opening his clothing drawer and sorting through the old shirts that he didn’t wear anymore. Too revealing. Too me. Too…actually this one is kinda good. He picked up an old red henley shirt. That’ll do. He closed the drawer and went back to the room, opening the door and glancing at Jeremy on his phone.

“Michael is asking why I’m late.”

“Tell him you are gonna be fashionably late, also that I said fuck you.”

Without a response, Jeremy typed something out and put the phone back in his pocket, already changed into the black jeans. He looked at the shirt and back at Sawyer, “I am not wearing that,” he shook his head.

“Yes. Yes, you are. You have no other option unless you wanna go in a suit,” he tossed the shirt to Jeremy, who caught it this time. Jeremy looked up at him and Sawyer frowned, “Well?”

“I am not changing in front of you, that’s weird,” Jeremy looked away and shrugged his shoulders.

“Jeremy, may I remind you that I once caught you sneaking out of dad’s room in only boxers with a biscuit in your mouth at three in the morning? There is nothing ’'weird” that could top that.“

Jeremy opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Then he took off his suit, tie that wasn’t even properly tied and his shirt and instead pulled on the henley shirt. Even though it was one of Sawyer’s older ones, it still did not fit Jeremy completely, being a tad bit oversized. Not off shoulder oversized but it definitely shouldn’t be and wasn’t this wide when Sawyer wore it.

"I look stupid,” Jeremy scratches his cheek with the most acne on it, a nervous gesture as Sawyer recognized.

Sawyer came closer to Jeremy and placed his hands on the other’s shoulders, “You look fine, let me just-” Sawyer unbuttoned the first two buttons, leaving only one in place, “See? You don’t,” Sawyer made quotation marks with his fingers and mimicked Jeremy’s speech, “Look like a copy of me,” Jeremy rolled his eye at the gesture, “And you also don’t look like a complete loser, I would say it’s a win-win.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Jeremy twitched his lips upward in what could be considered a smile. Sawyer’s eyes trailed up to look at his hair.

“We still need to do something about that.”

Jeremy looked up at his hair, his hand coming to grab a piece of the front strands, “Yeah, but quick. I don’t want Michael to wait too much.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes, “Do you have hair gel?”

Jeremy went to his table, “Uh, yeah, I think I should.”

“Not lotion, hair gel.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t use hair gel as lotion,” Jeremy shot him a narrow-eyed glare.

This time, Sawyer actually facepalmed and dragged his hand down his face, “Fucking Christ, Jeremy…”

“Here, hair gel,” Sawyer looked down to see, in fact, and to his surprise, actual hair gel. He took it from Jeremy, opened the cap and poured some on the hand. He put the bottle away, rubbing his hands together to spread the gel, “Now, hold still.”

Jeremy’s curly, dishevelled hair was something else, but it was not something a̶ ̶l̶o̶t̶ ̶ a little hair gel couldn’t fix…Sawyer thinks. After a few minutes of messing around with it, Sawyer finally got the shape he wanted. Fancy but not too much, somehow a very Serious Jeremy hair. He stepped away, looking at his work. Wow, he should really become a hairdresser, maybe then he won’t have to write ten-page essays about programming, “Done.”

Jeremy went to look in the mirror next to his closet. He couldn’t deny the smile that crept onto his features, “Thanks…a lot…”

Sawyer couldn't help but smirk a little bit, “Now, do you want a ride or will you just walk there?”

Jeremy’s eyes widened, “Seriously, you would? Oh my god, you would be my saviour, I’m already late as it is!”

Sawyer turned around and went to his room for his car keys. Snatching them off of his nightstand, he walked back to the hallways, shouting for Jeremy to follow him. They got to the car, Sawyer in the driver’s seat while Jeremy was riding shotgun. He pulled out his phone and texted Michael, while also giving Sawyer directions.

Sawyer stopped in front of the Dominos, Jeremy opened the door and stepped out, “Here we are, you owe me ten dollars.”

Before he could pull up the window, Jeremy stuck his head in, “Wait, what?!”

Sawyer paused, looking at Jeremy, “…You didn’t actually think I was doing this for free, did you? Oh, Jeremy, you’re so naive sometimes.”

“Jeremy! You’re here!” they both looked in the direction of the voice, Michael. He ran and hugged Jeremy tightly, then he looked at Sawyer. His smile faded, a grimace replacing it, “Sawyer…”

Sawyer just smirked, “Told you, he is fashionably late, and don’t tell me it wasn’t worth the wait, I know my stuff.”

Michael just rolled his eyes, sliding his hand to interlock with Jeremy’s, both walking towards the Dominos front door. Jeremy turned his head around to look at Sawyer, who was now mouthing 'Get some’ to Jeremy and winking. At last, Jeremy rolled his eyes and turned his head back, but couldn’t help a small smile.

#okay thats it #goodbye #be more chill #boyf riends #the squip #bmc #bmc au #squip #michael mell #jeremy heere #michael mell x jeremy heere #jeremy heere x michael mell #sorry for any grammar mistakes english is not my first language

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