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dirtywresling102 · 2 years

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Play Dates and Business Meetings - Cody Rhodes (18+)

Cody x Female!Reader

Summary: Cody is trying to score this meeting with a big CEO gentleman, James Flaken only to find out that him and James have the same kink interests. Cody uses this to his advantage and sets up a Play Date for their Little Girls while the Daddy's have a business meeting.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, DaddyDom/LittleGirl (DD/LG), Talks about a missing people case, talks of kidnapping, Choking, Oral, Cream Pie, Orgasm Denial, Mostly in Cody's POV?

Word Count: 4,945

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Cody checked himself in the mirror, his bleach blonde hair was styled and face was clean shaven. Cody adjusted the red tie around his neck and flattened his white button up shirt that was tucked into his black dress pants. Cody had a big meeting with James Flaken, he was the CEO of some big technology company up north and luckily James wanted to be business partners.

Cody combed his fingers through his locks and turned off the bathroom light, stepping out into the living room. “Y/N,” Cody called out, trying to find his little girl. “Daddy has a business meeting soon, you better be ready.” Cody groaned, realizing you were hiding. “This isn’t the time for games, little girl.” Cody looked around the house, trying to find you. He made my way into the middle of the living room and folded his arms over my chest. “Don’t make me count.” Cody warned, tapping his foot against the soft carpet.

Footsteps shuffled towards Cody, seeing you in a blue tight shirt that hugged your breasts and black short shirt with sparkles, he couldn’t help but to smirk. Your H/C hair was in a high ponytail and looking up at him with a pouty lip and sparkling E/C eyes. Cody was grateful to have a girlfriend that obeyed and listened to him. Cody worked all the time, he was glad for your obedience to where he didn’t have to punish you, he didn’t think he had the energy to do so.

“Now princess, I have an important meeting today and he’s bringing his little girl to come over and play with you.” When Cody found out that James had a Daddy Dom/Little Girl kink it was like he was blessed, to others the kink would be weird to share. Unlike you and Cody, James liked it when people know that he has a thing for Daddy Dom/Little Girls. James actually said it to Cody the first day they met. Cody took advantage of that, thinking if James knew he had the same kink, Cody could get this business deal.

Soon enough the two made plans on having their littles have a playdate while they talked about the companies partnering up. “Now daddy has to do some adult things, can you be good and share your toys?” Cody already knew that answer to that, you were kind to others and sharing wasn’t a problem for you.

“I can do that.” You hugged your teddy bear named Tibbers. Cody flashed you a smile and patted the top of your head.

“Good girl, you’ll be rewarded after this.” Cody promised.

“Ice cream?” You squealed, tolding Tibbers so tight Cody thought the button eyes were going to pop out of the stuffed bear. He hoped not, he wouldn’t be able to deal with the crying of your favorite toy being ruined.

“Yes, yes, ice cream sounds fine.” Cody laughed, looking at a mirror hanging on the wall he checked himself one last time. Looking at his perfect white teeth, he made sure there wasn’t anything in them, touching up his styled hair once again and the last touch, straightening his tie.

Ding Dong. The doorbell rang throughout the house. “I bet that’s our guests.” Cody looked at you, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your cheek and planted a kiss on your forehead. Cody confidently walked to the door, trying to remain calm. Before grabbing the silver door knob he inhaled a breath and exhaled, getting rid of the nerves running through his system.

Swinging the door open there stood James Flaken in a business suit, similar to Cody’s but just a little more fancier. Instead of a white button up shirt, James wore a light blue button up shirt with a charcoal color tie wrapped around his neck. His blazer was freshly steamed, not a wrinkle or hair in sight. His wrists had gold cufflinks to show off he was professional and that he had money. His little was holding his hand, looking around.

“Hi guys, come in, come in.” Cody guestured them, opening the door wider.

The dark haired CEO waltzed into the house, looking around and examined everything in sight. “Mr. Flaken, this is Y/N, my uh, my little.” Slight redness appeared on Cody’s cheeks as he announced that way, this was the first time he’s ever called you that to someone. It wasn’t everyday Cody and you shared your kinks out publicly.

“Nice to meet you, young lady.” James smiled, shaking your hand. “Y/N, this is Emily.” James introduced, Emily gave a slight wave and a shy smile. Her brunette hair was in two pigtails and she wore blue jean overall shorts with designer rips in them with a baby pink shirt underneath it. She also had a pink bandana wrapped around her braided hair.

You gave a small wave and a sly smile, Cody wasn’t the only nervous one here. Knowing you had to get along with this other girl- Emily so Mr. Flaken would take this deal. “It’s nice to meet you Emily, Y/N wouldn’t you like to take Emily to the play room and play with your toys?” Cody asked, shoving his hands into his dress pant pockets.

“Yeah.” You said shyly, biting your bottom lip. A habit you did whenever you got nervous. You turned around on the balls of her feet and walked down the hallway with Emily following and the door shutting behind them. Cody stared at the closed door, wondering if he should offer them juice boxes later on.

“They’ll be alright, Cody. Let’s chat.” James' voice interrupted Cody’s thoughts.

“Yes, yes of course. My office is this way.” Cody nodded towards the other room on the other side of the house. Cody walked down the hallway and opened his office door, entering the room.

“Nice place you have here.” James admired the photos on the wall and eyed Cody’s Bachelor’s degree hanging up behind him. “Cute little girl you have too.” James took a seat in the chair right across from Cody, the desk being in between them. Cody cleared his throat, not wanting to compliment James’ little girl because well, she wasn’t his nor was Cody going to say another woman was attractive even if his little girl wasn’t here.

“I’m sorry?” Cody asked, his face becoming a bit heated. How dare he say that about you, what kind of man complimented another man's woman when he had one of his own?

“I’m saying, your little girl, she’s attractive, how much did you have to pay for Y/N?” James asked nonchalantly, bringing his right foot and resting it on his knee.

Cody blinked. “How much did I- oh no, I met Y/N through college and we just had the same kink. I’m sorry, did you ask me how much I bought her for?” Cody squinted, he wasn’t sure if he heard him correctly.

“Well, yeah.” James chuckled. “Emily wasn’t cheap, I bought her a few years ago through a sex trafficking, I was on vacation in Cuba and well, I stumbled across a black market happening and I bidded her, almost 3.3 million dollars, she wasn’t cheap, virgins aren’t cheap.” James corrected himself, he eyed over at Cody’s small bar. “May I?”

“Uh, n- no, help yourself.” Cody watched him get up and pour himself a drink. “So she just… stays with you, she doesn’t run away?” Cody was so baffled by this, Emily was a missing person case and no one knew where she was or if they knew she was alive or not yet here she was, with this wealthy man that’s a CEO of a company.

“Of course not.” James laughed. “I don’t beat her, Cody. I spoil her, buy her anything and everything she wants and I fuck her good while doing it too.” He took a sip of the alcohol, making a sour face as the liquid burned down his throat.

“But her family-”

“Oh they’re still looking for her, the police haven’t closed the case but it’s a cold one.” He interrupted with a shrug to his shoulders. “She was walking home, alone and then they kidnapped her and nothing was left.” He ran his fingers through his dark hair and sighed, as if he didn't do anything wrong. “Lucky for her, she has me.” He gave a devilish smirk, his blue eyes darkening. “Sure,her family will grieve for a while, but they’ll move on.” James finished off his drink and placed the glass down on the counter. “Have you ever thought about swapping?”

“Swapping?” Cody repeated, confused by his choice of wording, not understanding what the man was saying.

“Yes Cody, swapping, exchanging, switching.” He rolled his eyes, annoyed that Cody wasn’t understanding what he was saying. “Have you ever thought about switching little girls? You have Emily for a night and I have Y/N.” He licked his lips when he said your name, Cody twitched and not in a good way.

“Oh no, I’m sorry Mr. Flaken but Y/N isn’t just my little girl, she's my girlfriend, we’re committed to each other.” Cody explained to James the best he could without upsetting him.

“Hmm.” James took a seat in the chair he was in and grabbed a picture frame with you and Cody at your very first wrestling event. “Shame, I would’ve taught her a thing or two.” James' eyes trailed over the photo a little bit too long.

Cody’s blood boiled and veins started to show on his neck as he kept talking about having sex with you. Cody cleared his throat, grabbing files and folders. “Shall we start talking about the partnership you had in mind?” Cody was done talking about little girls and relationships, he didn’t want James to know anymore about his life.

It felt like forever but the meeting was finally over, almost three hours later and a few empty bottles of alcohol, James and Cody exit out of the office and down the hallway. Surprisingly they made great progress and thought up pretty cool ideas to benefit the both of them. Heading towards the playroom Cody knocked on the door, twisting the knob he pushed the door open and the two littles were on the ground. You were coloring in a coloring book while Emily played with dolls.

“Hey girls, we’re done with the meeting.” Cody announced, you both stood up and walked out of the room. “Did you want to stay for a beer and Emily a juice box?” Cody asked James politely but in reality, Cody wanted them both out of his home.

“I’ll have to pass, we have dinner reservations.” James smiled down at Emily. “We’ll talk more, partner.” James smiled, giving Cody a firm handshake. “I’ll call you Monday.” James nodded, grabbing Emily’s hand and they started to make their way towards the front door.

“Talk to you then.” Cody opened the door for them, you gave Emily a small wave.

Shutting and locking the door Cody let out a sigh, his back leaning up against the door. “How about I cook up some dinner, hmm princess?” He soon straightened up, not wanting you to see his tired mood.

“What about ice cream?” You pouted, crossing your arms.

Cody laughed at your cuteness, patting your head. “Later honey. Now we need to eat a meal.” Cody made my way into the kitchen, letting out a breath. Cody loosen his tie that was choking him and rolled up his white sleeves to his elbow. “What are you in the mood for, princess?” Cody asked out loudly for you to hear him, opening the cabinets and looking at the can goods along with the pastas.

“Ice cream!” You exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen.

“Later my love, it’s dinner time.” Cody walked to the fridge, grabbing a cold Hi-C fruit punch juice box, pushing the straw into the hole he handed you the box. Walking out of the kitchen and into the living room Cody turned on the TV, scrolling through the apps he clicked on Disney Plus and clicked continue on an episode of Bluey. While Bluey played on the flat screen, Cody waved the remote to you, trying to tempt you to forget about the ice cream and watch one of your favorite cartoons. “Come on baby, watch some cartoons while daddy cooks.”

Your face lit up, walking over and sat on the sofa. “Okay daddy.” Your eyes glued on the colorful screen with the straw in your mouth, suckling the juice. “I like Bluey.” You mumbled, hypnotized already.

Cody kissed your forehead and chuckled as you became dazed from the screen. “Good girl.” He praised.

Cody walked back into the kitchen but quickly looked back into the living room, checking on you one last time before he started to cook. Your eyes never once left the screen as the juice was seen in the clear straw, going into your mouth.

Cody exhaled softly, knowing you forgot all about the ice cream. He didn’t lie about you getting ice cream, he just wanted you to eat first then have all the sweets you wanted later.

Looking through the cupboards he grabbed a box of noodles and sauce and meatballs from the freezer, preheating the oven and boiling some water. I decided to make spaghetti and meatballs with garlic sticks for dinner tonight.

Half an hour later, the noodles were cooked, sauce was boiling, meatballs were cooling and the garlic sticks just came out of the oven. The kitchen smelt amazing and Cody’s stomach growled from the mixed smells along with how everything looked. Making a plate for you and then him, Cody placed the plate full of food on the dining room table. Grabbing a glass he went back to the fridge, getting milk and pouring the cool liquid into the glass. Putting the milk back into the fridge, he grabbed chocolate syrup and squirted it into the white creamy milk which turned dark. Cody knew it wasn’t ice cream but chocolate milk would be a great substance for now during dinner.

Cody placed your drink on the table next to your plate, he went back into the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass and his favorite wine. He pulled the cork on the wine bottle and poured the red liquid into the clear oval shaped glass. He swirled the red liquid, bringing the glass to his nose and inhaled the sweetness. Placing it upon his lips he hummed at the slight bitterness of the dry wine. Walking back to the dining room, he placed the wine glass next to his plate.

Cody admired the dining room table, the food neatly placed on the table on top of the table cloth that hung lowly. “Oh breadsticks.” Cody reminded himself. He made his way back into the kitchen to grab the garlic sticks, but only to see you eating a spoonful of strawberry ice cream.

“Goddamn it Y/N!” Cody barked, ripping the tub of ice cream out of your hands and placed it back into the freezer, snatching the spoon from you, tossing it into the sink making a loud clanking sound. Cody grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the kitchen, into the dining room.

“You promised me ice cream!” You whined rather loudly and slightly annoyingly.

“And I told you later, young lady.” Cody pulled out the chair and sat on it, he made you bend over his knee. Pulling the skirt over your ass he saw that you weren’t wearing any panties, his cock twitched at the sight, he swore you were wearing panties earlier. Forgetting if he remembered seeing you put any on or not, he raised his hand, giving you ass cheek a sharp slap. “I told you ‘no’ and you disobeyed.” Cody gave the same cheek another rough slap.

“Now what are we eating?” His voice on edge, staring down at the back of your head waiting for the correct answer.

There was a long pause. “Ice cream.” You retorted only to cry out when Cody gave her ass another spank.

“You just spoiled your fucking dinner by eating that ice cream.” Cody snarled. “I worked hard on making you a meal and this is how you treat me?” His hand gave your ass another harsh slap, seeing your skin becoming beat red.

“You promised me ice cream!” You sobbed again, trying to kick out of the position you were in.

Cody was tired and a little cranky from the meeting, he had this place cleaned before Mr. Flaken arrived. “Am I going to have to punish you, little girl?” Cody threatened, knowing damn well you didn’t want to be punished.

“Try me.” You spat back.

Cody was shocked, his little girl, dare speak like this to him? Cody pulled you up, getting on his two feet he started to undo his belt. “Get on your knees.”

“Make me.” You stuck your tongue out which only led anger flashover Cody’s crystal blue eyes. Cody grabbed you by the shoulder and forced you onto the floor, your knees digging into the carpet from the force.

“Someone thinks they’re all grown.” Cody’s hands kept fumbling over his pants as if he was nervous, he’s never punished you before. Not like this. With the belt being undone, his pants loosened around his waist he shoved them down along with his boxers. His cock peeking out from his button up shirt that hung low. Cody growled at the annoying extra clothing on him but he paid no mind. Scrunching up the bottom of his dress up shirt, his throbbing erection stood tall and proud against his lower abdomen.

Your eyes widen at the sight of your daddy standing above you with his raging cock out. Swallowing thickly you were possibly starting to regret what you did. “Now.” Cody reached and grabbed a fist your hair. “Open.” He demanded.

“Hmm- Mmm.” Your lips stayed stealed as you shook your head from side to side.

“Y/N, don’t make me do it.” Cody warned, his light blue eyes were now dark like the ocean during a storm. Looking away and not opening your mouth, Cody let go of your hair, his fingers now pinching the bridge of your nose as there was now no oxygen entering your body.

Your mouth still stayed stealed as your nose was now being pinched tightly. “You can’t hold it forever.” Cody stared down at you, waiting for the sign of you to breathe.

You could feel your head becoming light as the oxygen didn’t enter along with your lungs begging for air. Tears started to threaten to spill from the corner of your eyes. You tried to hold out any longer but your body was begging for the sweet air you needed. Finally opening your mouth, you gasped for air but was quickly cut off by Cody shoving his thick cock in between your lips.

He still had a tight pinch on your nose. “I should have you choke on my cock for making me wait.” He pulled his hips away and snapped them forward, forcing his cock to be stuffed down your throat. The tightness of your throat instantly started to burn from his thickness rubbing up against the velvety sides. Each time Cody thrusted out, you tried to gasp for air only to be cut off once more with his cock pushing further in your mouth. He held it there, staring down at you.

“You’re going to listen to me from now on, aren’t you?” Cody asked, his index finger and thumb still having a hold of your nose, pinching it from letting any oxygen go in.

Trying your best to nod ‘yes’, you quickly tapped at his hips, giving him the sign that you felt like you were going to pass out. Cody let go of your nose but kept his cock in place. Your nostrils inhaled oxygen quickly, inhaling and exhaling at a fast pace to which made you even more light headed than being choked.

“Relax, breathe slowly.” Cody informed, his hand petting your hair, soothing you. He purposely throbbed his cock in your sore throat making you whimper and him laugh out loud from your actions. He slowly pulled his cock from your mouth. Your lips were puffy and red with saliva collected all around. The tip of his cock nearly matched the color of your lips.

Cody grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up to your feet and placed you at the end of the table, away from the dinners that were now getting cold. Cody bent you over the expensive wood. “If you think I’m done, I’m far from it. You want to be a brat, then you’ll be treated like one.”

Flipping your black skirt over your ass again Cody saw how red your cheeks were from the spankings. A smirk appeared on Cody’s lips, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sit for a long period of time. Gripping your hair, Cody wrapped it around his fist and gave it a light tug, forcing you to arch your back.

“Daddy.” You gasped at how rough he tugged at her hair.

“Should have obeyed daddy, little girl.” With his free hand Cody gave your pussy a slap. He felt juices at the tip of his fingers. “Oh,” Cody dipped his hand in between your legs once more and played with your pussy, making you squirm. “Is my little girl getting wet from this?” Cody gave your wet cunt another slap.

A deep chuckle escaped Cody’s mouth as he saw you try to get away from his touch. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

You apologized, not really knowing what for. Being so wet from this?

Cody couldn’t help but to shake his head. “Shouldn’t have said those comebacks, little one. You hurt daddy’s feelings.” Cody tisked, his fingers kept trailing the outline of your dripping lips, he dipped just to his first knuckle in your heat and moved them around slightly.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” You begged, trying to bring your legs together. Cody wasn’t having any of it, he placed his muscular leg in between yours and kicked them apart.

Cody was tired but also frustrated, he wanted Mr. Flakens to know that he’ll never get his little girl, he would never have a taste of your sweet juices or know how tight you were wrapped around his cock. Cody shook his head, getting those negative but true thoughts out of his mind. “Should have obeyed.” Cody gave his cock a few strokes, then without warning pushed his mushroom tip head into your tight pussy, making Cody’s eyes fluttered. “Fuck, you’re always so tight baby.” He moaned.

You cried out in pleasure and pain, you always told Cody how big he was. The first time Cody enter you, your pussy was always hungry for more even after a rough fucking that made you sore. Cody didn’t even give you a chance to adjust around his length like he usually does, he started thrust his whole cock into you. A scream left your lips as you clawed at the table cloth.

“Yeah, that’s right. Scream for daddy.” Cody grunted, pulling out, he looked down to see his cock glistening and covered with your juices. “Someone’s enjoying this punishment.” He slammed his cock back into you, earning another pleasurable scream. Cody’s right hand rested on your waist as he thrust into you. Spanking your ass a few more times, loud slaps echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls and down the halls. Squelching sounds from your pussy mixed with those sinful sounds. His left hand still wrapped up in your hair, tugging it and forcing your head to tilt back.

“Ugh, fuck.” Cody moaned as your walls tightened around his throbbing cock, your pussy kept sucking him in every time he tried to pull out. “Naughty girl, someone is getting close to coming.”

“Y- Yes daddy, so close.” You cried out bouncing back on his cock, meeting up with his thrust as he pounded into you.

“You want this come, baby? You want daddy’s come?” Cody taunted his nails digging into your flesh as he held on tightly.

“Y- Yes daddy, yes please give it to me.” You begged, gripping the messy and raveld tablecloth. “Please daddy, I need your cream to fill me, I need it.”

“You want daddy’s cream so you can grow big and strong?” Cody’s hips kept snapping, fucking you harder. The table tried to scrape across the carpet floor. Fucking you faster, into the table a sound was made. Thump, thump, thump. Cody smirked, knowing he was fucking you so roughly against the table that your hips were going to be bruised after this.

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” You screamed out. Cody’s balls clenched and his cock twitched inside of you.

“You hold it.” Cody hissed, your pussy walls tightened around his bare cock knowing you were trying your best to hold back. His pulsing cock pushed deeply into your soaking cunt, trying to milk him to climax. With each thrust, Cody roughly pulled you back to meet up with him. “That’s it, fuck you’re taking my cock so well.” He moaned, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit.

“Please, I want to come!” You sobbed, your body arched as you were about to reach down and touch your clit. Cody grabbed at your wrists and pinning them above your head. He leaned forward, almost hovering over you as he fucked you like some beast. His pace never slowed down nor missed a beat.

“Oh, you silly little girl.” He laughed, his venom words hitting your ears. “Bad girls don’t get to come.” Cody’s cock pulsed deep within you. “I’m going to fill this fucking pussy up and you’re not getting any release tonight.”

A sob left your throat as Cody howled out a moan as his climax reached, his hot come spurting inside your aching unrelieved pussy. Cody juttered his hips against you, moaning. “Please, please. I want to come.” You were a mess, your legs shook from the intense fuck he gave you along with your unsatisfied pussy being full of creamy come but no release. Your clit was screaming for attention while your pussy soon pulsed and quivered around nothing as Cody pulled out his drenched come covered cock.

Planting your face against the table, you groaned into the cloth in frustration. Feeling the thick seed seep out of your fucked hole and dripping down your inner thigh you shivered. Hearing Cody behind you dress himself, you heard his belt rattle and heard him walk away. A loud groan escaped your lips only to quickly be quiet when you felt a warm washcloth against your thigh.

“Last thing we need is this carpet stained.” Cody dragged the washcloth up your leg, cleaning the come off of you. Standing up, he placed his soft hand upon your lower back. “I hope you know I punished you because you were being bad.” Cody’s hand slowly massaged against your soft skin. “Bad behavior doesn’t go unpunished.” He sighed as he noticed you were saying anything. “Do you want to talk about it?” Cody’s voice was back to normal, soothing and soft, not rough and full of anger like before.

At first you shook your head no into the tablecloth, your forehead growing numb as the wood pressed roughly against it. “Y/N.” Cody said, his voice slightly becoming more stern, wanting to know what was going on.

You raised your head, your forehead thanking you for not being pressed against the hard surface anymore. “When Emily and I were playing she taught me about disobeying.” You finally stood up, fixing your messy skirt. “She called me a goody two shoes and I would never pleasure you because I never got punished. She said punishments were fun for her and her daddy.” You sniffed, recalling the memory from earlier. Tears started to swell in your eyes. “I want to please you.”

Cody frowned, both of these people were awful. It sounded like James didn’t corrupt Emily, Emily was already like that. No wonder why she doesn’t run or reach out to her parents, she was just like James. “Baby, you do please me. You please daddy so much.”

Cody wrapped his arms around your frame. With James trying to fuck you and involved with sex trafficking and Emily saying that you would never bring him pleasure was really starting to piss him off. Cody adjusted his wrinkled clothes, smoothing out his button up shirt and retucking it into his black slacks. Once he sorted himself out it was as if he didn’t even punish you.

“What if I told you I didn’t take the partnership offer.” Cody raked his fingers through his damp bleach blonde hair.

You frowned at his words. “W- What? But this was your chance.”

“Forget about it, they’re jerks. There’ll be plenty of more deals and partnerships. Now, let’s get you cleaned up princess and maybe if you’re good you can play with your special toys.” A sly smirk appeared on his lips as he saw you lit up.

“You mean my special toys in the chest?” You bit your lip, thinking of your favorite vibrator. Having it in between your thighs and giving you that sweet release you’ve been craving for.

“Yes baby, the chest with your favorite toys.” Cody reassured you. “Now, go take a shower, lotion up and get into your sexy pajamas.” Cody lightly tapped your ass, encouraging you.

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sukunoon · 2 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏. ↳ codename: fox ↳ suna rintarou x fem!reader

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synopsis. in order to retrieve evidence against the mafia, he finds himself in a populated office building, stuck in an elevator with the man he was searching for.

content warnings. assassin!AU, mafia!AU, guns, knives, descriptions of blood, descriptions of violence, descriptions of death, fire - [ if i missed anything let me know ! ]

word count. 1.4k

author’s note. heheh first part! i’m so excited i have a plan for everything but these take so long to write- this one took my hours...also i feel like i should make a playlist for this >:))

the elevator music played quietly in the background as the businessmen talked amongst each other, being good friends ever since they met each other in the office. with a small ding, the doors split apart, revealing a hooded man that wore only sweatpants and his dark colored hoodie with red blotches covering the front.

it was odd to see someone with such baggy clothing in such an expensive building, but the two continued on nonetheless as the man shuffled passed to two of them to the back of the elevator.

“did ya hear the news goin’ around, felix?” the one on the right with his dark red suit fit to his features, asked with a small smirk on his lips.

“i don’t like that smile you have teddy,” the other who’s name seemed to be felix, in a dark blue colored suit, mumbled under his breath as he rolled his eyes. “about the genocide?”

teddy, nodded his head enthusiastically. “the mafia genocide, felix.” he annunciated the word mafia as if it was common knowledge. that was the name going around for the killings according to twitter. “they killed all those people and the police did nothing.”

“yes, i heard about that. but it seemed like there was nothing the police could do.” felix shrugged, not too concerned with the problems that didn’t revolve around him.

“nope i don’t accept that, they coulda done a lot more than ya think, the police are taking orders from the mafia leader, i just know it.” he grinned as if he was an ace detective that had just solved a case.

“what?” felix rolled his eyes, his chin dipped to his chest as his head dropped. he rubbed his forehead at the words of his friend. “teddy, enough with your conspiracy theories, you know they’re never right.”

teddy’s grin turned into an evil-like ‘i told you so’ type of grin as he pulled his phone from his pant pocket. “you just choose not to believe felix,” he coed. “but this time, i have proof!” he made a small, over dramatic drum roll on his legs, making felix roll his eyes once more.

“proof?”

teddy swiped up, inputting his phone’s passcode and clicking the photo icon on his screen. “i had ben do some diggin’ into the call logs after the mafia genocide happened, and this is what he found.” after inching closer to felix, he clicked on the audio clip, adjusting the device so he could hear better.

“listen, you have to stop this, i’m begging you to stop this sir! that last show you put on was genocide!” felix’s eyes widened as he wet his lips, a grimace setting in on his features as the audio continued. “so many innocent lives died last night and it cannot be overlooked any longer. the media got ahold of everything, it spreading like wil-” and the audio cut out.

he stopped for a moment, shaking his head slightly as he questioned. “was that...the police chief?”

teddy nodded, his grin now disappeared and a determined frown took over his lips. “i think the police have no power over what the mafia does.” he closed his eyes as he spoke, something he always did when he began a rant, felix knew that. “there’s no way the police chief out of all people would say somethin’ like that, even if it’s not clear that he’s talkin’ to the mafia boss, it’s implied...right felix?”

he sighed at felix’s response; silence. it was common for felix to do that, at least that’s what teddy thought. his eyes fluttered open. “felix-” his head turned to his best friend. “felix..?” he breathed.

the happy elevator music continued as teddy’s posture wilted, his skin turning pale as he opened and closed his mouth without a word coming from his throat. in front of him was his best friend leaning against the side of the elevator, his neck slit and his jaw slack, the life that was once in his eyes there now gone.

“AHHHHH!” the most gut wrenching scream filled the small area as his vision became blurry. his back hit the opposite side of the elevator as he backed into it, his hand covering his mouth as gags periodically came from his throat.

tears fell from his cheeks as he shut his eyes, blinding him from his surroundings. only the feeling of an obnoxious pain in his stomach made him squint his eyes.

in front of him was the hooded man that stood behind him in the elevator. his head fell, the man was holding a knife in his stomach as red liquid dripped onto the floor. “wha-” he coughed, blood dripping down his chin and down his suit as he ripped the knife from his stomach, making teddy slid to the floor.

the man stepped over to felix, grabbing something from his pocket only to glance at it for a moment before putting it in his own. “what are- ya..?” he coughed once more, holding his stomach as the life slowly drained from his eyes. the man bent down next to teddy, grabbing his phone from his pocket only to stand back up.

“ya don’t..know the pass-” teddy’s eyes widened as the man typed in his password without hesitation. his entire body shook at the thought of what that man was, who he was with, but then, it clicked as the elevator dinged and slowly revealed what was behind the door.

“the..mafia, yer with the..mafia.” he stuttered as he stared at the scene behind the door. the bloodied bodies of his coworkers, practically ripped apart as they were strewn across the floor, the desks, the tables.

a pit formed at the bottom of his stomach as he now struggled to breathe properly. he tore his eyes away from the ground floor and back to the man who was now replaying the audio message from before. there was something plugged into his phone he couldn’t quite make out.

as the audio stopped, the man unplugged the cord and pocketed it, throwing the phone onto the ground in front of him. he stepped out of the elevator, crushing the phone into pieces in the process.

as the elevator door began to shut once more, the man stopped it with his hand, stepping through the doorway just enough to see teddy as he lay slumped on the floor. “you- the mafia..” he whimpered, his breathing erratic as he held his stomach.

the man reached behind to his back, lifting his hoodie slightly to get what was hanging from his belt. teddy’s eyes widened as the barrel of a pistol was now pointed at his head. “wrong.” his voice was low, filled with a type of malice teddy had never heard as he pulled the trigger. the muffled sound of the shot echoed throughout the first floor of the building.

he cleared his throat as he walked towards the door, stepping over bloodied bodies as he did so. he shoved his hands in his pockets as he opened the door, steadily turning the corner before the crowds could gather.

he let out a sigh as his hood fell from the wind, revealing his black hair in a messy bun on the back of his head, his baby hairs swayed with the wind. with a few swift movements, he tore off the large, baggy hoodie and sweatpants. underneath those baggy clothes was a black suit that fit him almost too perfectly.

he rolled his shoulders back, flexing his sore muscles as he reached into his pocket. as he did, he threw his blood spattered clothes behind him and into the air, pulling the lighter he’d taken from one of the men in the elevator from his pocket. with a quick flick of his wrist, the flame of the lighter caught his clothes, lighting them ablaze.

the flame of his clothes soon caught the side of the office building as further he walked down the street to his destination. he sighed once more, cracking his neck as the fire burned in the distance, the civilians watched the building in horror.

it wasn’t long before he arrived at the place he’d been looking for. he stopped, opening the glass door to the red telephone booth that sat on one of the back alleys. he grabbed the phone, his slender fingers tapping at the numbers as he dialed the number he’d been given. he held the phone to his ear as it rang, soon to be picked up on the other end.

“codename: fox.”

@sapphicshav @memosa [ sorry i had to repost it cuz tags- ]

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ashdreams2023 · 3 years

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Hi Ash! I hope this isn't bothering you, but I would like to ask Loki or Bucry (or both together👀) having a chubby reader who loves pink and cute stuff! So they're always buying pink clothes, teddy bears and stuff like that.

If you don't like the idea, don't do it! and if i didn't follow any rule by accident i apologize.

I hope you have a great day💗

Damn I feel like a celebrity just talked to me! I love your posts so much 🥺🥺 and of course I can do that for you sweetheart, I did separate and together so hope you enjoy! 🤍🤍

Loki and Bucky being with a chubby reader who likes pink and cute things includes:

Loki:

Listen this man would be the last in the universe to judge your favorite color and especially since he’s obsessed with his own

Finds endearing how you always end up with at least one pink item whenever you’re shopping

the teddy bears were comforting to him as well, they reminded him of his childhood where frigga had given him a stuffed animal to help him sleep

Ask him to name one of you bears and he’ll actually think deeply about it

He’ll use his magic if you let him to turn things pink if you can’t the color available

Genuinely doesn’t care what size you are, he saw it all and at this point he just want someone warm

With a calm aura, which you definitely have

If you get your nails done he will also pay for them, even the extra sparkle

He owns matching pink Diamond earrings with you

He wears them when he has his black suit one to match with you

Bucky:

When he first saw you he was taken back

But purely because he wasn’t familiar with the fashion statement

He almost felt like he’s looking at a life size baby doll

Your liking to cute stuff made it even believable to him that you weren’t real

And you were interested in too! Too good to be true

The complete opposite of your enter being

"I’m sorry, I feel undressed"

He will love to buy stuff though, cute shoes and accessories especially

Ok but after losing his arm and you know living alone and stuff he really needs a cuddle buddy

You’re the perfect choice

You’re soft and in his opinion your chubbiness is like a reword, you feel so nice warped around his arms

Calls you "pink marshmallow" on his phone

Because you’re pink and soft like one

Bucky and Loki ( poly):

Those men love LOVE kissing your soft cheeks it’s like their way of showing how much they miss you

These two also have super strength so don’t be alarm if you’re picked up bridal style by Loki one morning because you’re too sleepy to get up

Will fight shop owners if they give you a hard time buying stuff

Bucky likes to hold your hand the most while walking

Loki makes sure your pinks aren’t clashing with each other

Both of them have pink teddy bears you gave to him from build a bear

Each bear has a recording of you saying something nice to make their day a little better

Bucky will use the heck out of that

Loki teases him about it but it’s for fun, they both slept holding them on the floor once and hugging, you have a picture of it

They don’t know though, just for their pride hehe

#loki laufeyson #mcu #bucky barnes #imagine #bucky barnes x reader #fanfic #loki x reader #mcu loki #headcanon #loki/y/n #bucky barnes x you #loki #loki imagine #bucky imagine #mcu bucky barnes

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nationalharryleague · 4 years

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Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day.

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback!

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies.

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,” he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK MEAN THE WORLD!!! :)

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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Uhhh, a part 2 of the AweSamDude story. I don't know, maybe the court case would be cool! If requests arent open, then ignore them

um yes! I have wanted to make a part 2 for so long but had no clue where to start and this just makes perfect sense!

{Locked Up Heart pt 2} irl!warden!awesamdude x Reader

pronouns: were originally not mentioned, but now are she/they

word count: 2987

trigger warnings: mention/talk of rape and murder, court cases, somewhat angsty

a/n: the law I mentioned is a real law but I can't remember what the law is actually called so roll with it

part one

masterlist

You stared at yourself in the body mirror. You haven't seen yourself look like this in years. All dressed up and ready to impress. You wore a gorgeous black suit with a purple inside along with sleek black pants. You looked into the body mirror, admiring yourself.

Sam let you live with him “until you could find your own place” but neither of you had intentions of leaving. You looked at apartments once online, but you knew with this on your record that you were going nowhere but some run down ghetto, and Sam knew that too.

He knew that you would be able to take care of yourself there, he wasn't scared for your safety or any of that. He was scared that you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Finding a job was hard, all that there was these days for someone like you was online surveys that were not reliable.

Staying with Sam was the best of the both of you. He has been without a roommate for years now. He felt less alone with you being there. The first couple nights were awkward. You slept on the pull out couch and didn't have much clothes. You felt terrible about the amount of washes you did, but eventually you started to get more comfortable with Sam.

The first sign of progression was when he offered you his sweatshirt instead of a blanket. It was a sweet gesture, you gladly took it. Later that night instead of returning it, you cuddled it to sleep. Now, its your version of a teddy bear. Nice and warm and flourished with Sam’s scent.

You only started sleeping in his bed with him a week ago. It was a purposeful accident. He offered to watch tv in his room since you two deep cleaned the couch. You've planned on falling asleep on him, but you didn't plan for it to be that day.

It was the best feeling in the world: waking up to being wrapped around and held tight and safe. You must've laid there when you woke up for an hour before Sam got up. You pretended to be asleep so that you could play the innocent girl card. It worked.

You felt a pair of large hands caress your waist. You jumped and had a little fear-induced hiccup.

“Sorry!” Sam took his hands off and backed away. “I’m still getting used to sensitive areas.”

You two have been working on okay areas to touch. You taught yourself to be extra alert while in the prison and certain touches trigger your reflexes and others cause panic, like hips.

Because of your high murder count, you were sent to the normal prison, the non-all woman prison. It wasn't the worst in the world. You only saw males during eating times, but it was common to get grabbed like that. It happened to every single female, every eating hour. The guards did nothing about it, not that they really could.

Sam has seen it before, not you, but to other women. He had an idea of areas to stay away from, but he is such an affectionate guy and sometimes he forgets.

“You’re okay, Sam. The more you do it, the more comfortable I’ll get with it,” You explained.

Sam was so good to you. He’s helped you through it all. Everything that you needed to heal, he gave to you.

“Well then maybe after the trial we can get some practice in...” He swooned.

You chuckled, “If we win. There’s a chance I won't come back here tonight. I’m lucky enough that they gave me stay at home orders in the meantime.”

He nodded, “We’re gonna win.” He kissed your cheek, “How could anyone that looks as scrumptious as you right now lose? There is no way. We have the evidence, and we have your perfect prison record. Not a single misdemeanor! They might not drop all chargers but you’re coming home tonight.”

“Home?” You questioned.

You've avoided that word for the longest time. You always said ‘the house’ or ‘your place’. Not because you didn’t want this to be your home, not the exact opposite. You wanted this to be forever home, but you never wanted to overstay your welcome.

“Yes home,” Sam laughed. “Why wouldn’t this be home... you feel safe here don’t you?”

“I do!” You exclaimed, waving your hands back and forth in denial. “I just didn't realize you wanted this to be my home.”

Sam offered his hand out to you; you gladly took it. His soft hand gently squeezed yours as he pulled you slowly into him, embracing you, “Of course I want this to be your home. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want you to be. This never felt like home to me, until you came home with me.”

You breathed in his scent, instantly relaxing into him, “I like it here. A lot.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Now have that same attitude in court, we got to go.”

The court room was filled, more than you expected. You looked around, not recognizing a single face except for a few prison guards who were testifying on both sides. You noticed the media set it up in the back. Your story hit the news faster than expected. You did have a great story: warden falls in love with murder.

“Hands out,” The officer directed.

You obliged. You opposed no threat to anyone and no intentions too, but if putting you in handcuffs made them feel better, then handcuffs it was. You looked back at Sam as the cold metal locked around your wrists. He replied with a frown, which quickly turned into an encouraging smile.

His bipolarness was the vibe right now. You noticed people having a hard time deciding where to sit. There were a lot of people on both sides, but no family members of yours. You gave up on them a long time ago when you noticed they weren’t writing letters and ignoring your calls.

You didn't need them, all you needed was Sam. You have everything you want right now, except for freedom.

“All rise!”

You stood up from the wooden bench. The judge walked in wearing the classic black gown and had a book in his hands. He nodded at a few of his guards before taking a seat. He opened up his book and looked around the room, landing on you.

“Good afternoon everyone, and there are a lot of you,” His voice was so deep that it bounced against the walls, making an eerie echo. “Calling the case of State Prison vs y/n. Are both sides ready?”

The representative of the prison and your lawyer both replied with a yes. The jury then stood and raised their right hand and made their oath, returning to the bench.

The representative stood up and gave their opening statement: “Ladies and gentleman of the court, Your Honor, the Jury. You will find that the defendant has been charged with four accounts of murder and convicted by confession. The defendant has taken accountability for all the murders committed and has given detail about how she killed those four men. It is ridiculous that we are here in court today deciding if we can release a serial killer back into the public. With a strong motive to kill, there is no reason why the defendant should be let back into the public eye.”

Serial killer. That is what you are. No one has ever said it that way, but he was absolutely right. You fit the definition perfectly, you had a type and more than three victims. It already wasn't looking good for you.

Your lawyer took center stage, “A martyr is the perfect word to describe the defendant. They have given their life to the state to save the lives of many to come. The strength that my client displays and ownership prove that although they are guilty of the crimes, they are still human and deserve a second chance.”

The judge called you to take the stand. You sat down after taking your oath and folded your hands neatly in your lap.

“Miss l/n,” He started. “Today you are trying to get your case dismissed after confessing to your crimes. That is very interesting. Let’s go back to before the crimes were committed, what were you thinking, what were you doing in your life at the time?”

You shook your head, “Many years ago I was an activist. I enjoyed speaking to the public about issues facing the community and the world at the time. If I wasn't outside with a sign, I was inside posting on social media. I was in college, I was studying Political Science.”

“And what were you planning on doing with the major?”

You paused. It’s been so long that you had a hard time remembering why you wanted to study and what career you wanted, “I was planning on becoming a political journalist, Your Honor.”

He shuffled around his papers, “I’ve looked at your latest credit that you were working on. It was a Sociology class. Do you remember what topic you were discussing in class?”

You nodded, “Rape. The number of rapes in a year and the number of rapists convicted was the last assignment I was working on.”

You remember that assignment like it was yesterday. That one assignment got you so worked up and so mad at the world, that you just had to do something. There was no way that you couldn't. Women’s voices were being ignored and cases rose every day; repeat offenders increased everyday.

“Now to my understanding all the men that you murdered were accused of rape.”

You nodded, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“The attorney may ask questions to Miss l/n.”

The attorney stood up and adjusted your jacket, “Miss l/n, did any of those men physically harm you?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“So you took advantage of the fact that you were young to persuade the men into being alone with you just to kill them?”

You shook your head, “No, I didn’t persuade them at all. All of them suggested going back to their place.”

“But you did stalk them to find out where they were going?”

“No,” You answered. “They had their location public on their phone. All I did was look up their name and I knew where they were.”

“So these men did nothing to you at all except invite you over to their house. And you accepted the offer under no influence or threat. You killed four innocent men and you want to be let back out on the streets? This woman is a danger to society. She seeks out innocent men to end their life for no reason.” He nodded his head and went back to his desk, looking at his notes. He looked back at you and nodded, “That will conclude my questioning.”

You looked back at your lawyer, they gave you back a look of relief. Then you searched the crowd for Sam. Once you found him he gave you a thumbs up. It seemed like you were already on top of the case.

“Miss y/n,” Your lawyer started. “We all know that you killed those men, but why?”

“They raped multiple women. When brought to court, they were given a light sentence and did not do proper justice to the woman. These woman went day to day fearing for their life that they ever spoke out about the terrible things that happened to them. I couldn't let myself live knowing that there was a reason for women to be scared because their government had failed them.”

“Those women were scared? Why were they scared?” “Because they feared that they would get raped again. All of those men were repeat offenders. They would only take more victims and never be punished.”

“So you killed those men to prevent others from being hurt with evidence that it would happen again.”

You nodded, “I would never hurt anyone that had no intentions of causing harm.”

“Miss l/n just described public defense. Under the public defense law, anyone can defend the public with reasonable cause. It’s like self-defense, but for others. She shouldn’t have been committed in the first place. If those men were still alive, they would have kept raping until they were killed. Miss y/n saved lives. That concludes my questioning.”

You were dismissed from the stand and went back by your lawyer. They smiled at you, knowing that with that alone, they had won the case.

The attorney called Sam to the stand; he took his oath and sat down.

“So, Sam. You were the warden in charge of the wing that Miss y/n was being held in?”

“Yes.”

“That prison is a tough place to be, she must’ve fussed around a lot.”

Sam shook his head, “Not one bit. She does not have a single complaint against her. Everything that was asked of her, she did with speed and efficiency. She didn't have one lash out in her time.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Like I said, not one complaint.”

“To my understanding you have a relationship with Miss l/n, is that correct?”

“Objection!” Your lawyer yelled. “Irrelevant to the case. Sam was called because of his position and his professional opinion, not his personal life.”

“Sustained.”

“That concludes my questioning.”

Your lawyer stood up and nodded. You could feel that they were about to lay down the last blow.

“Sam, did this prison have any rapists?”

He nodded, “All kinds of rapists, of all ages and target groups.”

“Did Miss l/n ever have contact with these rapists?”

“Yes. Most of the time during eating hours and the occasional passing in the hall.”

“And how did that interaction go?”

“Miss l/n was given a hard time by these rapists. While waiting in line she was often sexually grabbed. During passing she was cat called and teased at.”

“And what was here response to the sexual assault?”

“Stone faced, emotionless. Every time it happened it amazed me how she would just stand there and wait to be given a direction. The most reaction she’s ever had was lightly shuffling her body to get them off, but she never lunged or reached at them.”

“And what did the other guards do when they noticed this behavior?”

“Nothing. Sometimes they yelled if it was getting close to rape, but overall nothing. We were under instructions not to react because in the past it only caused encouragement of the assault. Prisoners love any excuse to fight a guard,” Sam looked over at you. “I am so sorry that there was nothing I could’ve done. Everyday I watched as you were touched and I wanted to give it to them, I wanted to make sure that I would see them every day of their life, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk hurting you more.”

You smiled, almost tearing up at his words, but you kept yourself composed with a small sniffle.

“The main concern of Miss y/n going back into the public is that she will kill again. As said by her and concluded by a court, she only killed rapists,” Your lawyer pointed out. “As stated by the warden in charge of looking over her, she had the opportunity to kill. She had the opportunity to hurt them, but she never took it. Even after being sexually assaulted, she still kept to herself. This is undeniable evidence that Miss y/n is a changed woman. In her file it is stated that she did more than required community service and went above and beyond with helping other cellmates. Her actions within the prison prove that she is a well-rounded and caring individual. She has changed her ways and is ready to go back into the world. She did justice to the world and it is time for the world to her justice.”

You waited anxiously for over an hour to find out what the jury had decided. You and your lawyer talked about possible outcomes. They told you the sooner they made the decision, the better chances that you had. You had no error in your case and said everything that you wanted to say. The opposing side’s evidence was all proven false.

You got called back into the court, the jury had made their final decision. You rose for the judge and took a seat when prompted. You could feel your leg bouncing.

“In the case of the State Prison vs l/n...” the judge started. You looked over your shoulder at Sam. He had his hands placed in a praying position with his head resting against them. “Miss y/n is found not guilty of all charges and her remaining sentence will be dismissed. She will compensated for her time falsely spent in prison plus be rewarded another trial for her sexual assault. This case is adjourned.”

You could feel emotion flood through you. Pure happiness and joy leaked from your eyes. You tilted your head back in relief and squeezed at your heart. All of these years of the bullshit you put up with was all worth it. You hugged your lawyer and thanked them up and down, the emotion so strong in you that you almost dropped to your knees. You were caught by familiar hands: Sam. Sam pulled you up and into him. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He calmed down for a second to lock eyes with you. He couldn't help but smile and cry with you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple deep and meaningful kiss that said all the words that he wanted to say.

“I’m coming home!”

#awesamdude #awesamedude x reader #x reader #warden #prison #warden!sam #irl #fluff #angst #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt oneshot #oneshot #awesamdude oneshot #awesamdude imagine #imagine #mcyt imagine

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magicmindless · 2 years

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I wanna post my pl headcanons so here (from my Instagram stories but now here)

[od]-Sue's natural reflex to being tickled is to immediately throw hands. And if it isn't that it's a lot of swearing (no Mary isn't an exception she fucking hates it no matter what)

-Duke Gotcha's name is actually Eli

-People who come from Maple Mountains are usually known for being VERY honest, they never hold back on what they say (plus they're tall)

-Duke would be able to rock a dress, no arguments there

-Timm would also be able to rock a dress and Quinn slays in a suit making them the perfect gender-non-confirming couple

-Simone likes using absurd overly-self confident humor and Didar likes going along with it

-Kayla gets really anxious whenever fans try to talk to her in public and sometimes missed the peace that she got with a normal life

-Emmlette has ADHD

[idk]-Mary looks younger than she really is and is often mistaken as such. Whenever she goes to bars with her friends she always seems to be the only one ever asked for an ID check before being served

-Doesn't help that Mary is childish in a few ways and is one of those people who looks "cute" when they're angry and is often teases about it which only pisses her off more

-Brody has accidentally drank paint water before. Don't ask how, he just did it for some reason thinking it was coffee. And he didn’t even mind when it was paint water

-Allan has a teddy bear and it's name is Jack and it was his comfort item, especially in high school while he was getting bullied. However he’s embarrassed by it so only Timm, Robby, and Akari know about it

[ch]-Mindy is basically the matchmaker of the Papa Apartments and knows all the gossip especially when it comes to love (also exposed Sue being a lesbian and having a crush on Mary. Not in front of anyone they were just alone and she was like "oh yeah I know you're gay btw”

-Timm Allan and Robby are all friends and when they go out by car together Timm is usually the driver since he's deemed the most responsible one. Allan usually rides shotgun cause he's tall and Robby sits in the back cause he's a runt

-Johnny is like a Disney Princess in the way that he can attract all the woodland creatures to him just by whistling

-Radlynn and Sarge Fan sometimes meet Mousse and Whippa whenever they sneak out late at night (Sarge usually for mischief and Radlynn whenever she wants to be away from her parents) and usually whenever they meet Mousse and Whippa will let them stay at the Gingersnap Lounge for a while under their supervision to talk things out, then helps them both get home safely

-Joy has a habit of cracking her joints because of gymnastics and it drives Roy and sometimes Papa Louie up the wall

-Akari nearly got her and Allan arrested while speeding to the Sugarplex Film Feast. When they arrived, Akari nearly ran over a couple people with a few police cars that had followed them, then loudly announcing their arrival while Allan looked like his soul had left his body along the way (Petrona was livid because of this but Louie made sure she was left off the hook and only had to do community service afterwards

-Didar is known as a huge prankster among any set he's worked with, including Nowtime News and Mocharia Life. Most of his pranks are harmless albeit a few cruel. Sometimes Simone or others will join in (depending on who he's pranking)

[ch]-Speaking of which despite Sue technically being a superior on set she's still teased a lot since she's fairly young (23 in my hc)

[ch]-Emmlette is definitely the mom friend who will always make sure that you're eating enough and cares about your well-being (she's also the one who teases Sue the most since they’re in similar positions)

-Petrona doesn’t detest relationships but she can’t help but cringe whenever any of the couples are too mushy with each other

-Taylor has 2 YouTube channels: A gaming channel which is his main, and a vlog channel to post him doing stupid shit with his friends

[od]-The girls of the Papa apartments like to hang out at Cloudberry Salon late at night. And since guys are never invited they like to joke about what goes on like pagan rituals and witchcraft (none of that sort of stuff happens it's just normal "talking about life" things... or is it?)

-During the production of Mocharia life Mindy and Whiff adopted a snow-white kitten named Cotton

-Quinn doesn't hate dogs, but she's scared of big dogs. But she's fine with little dogs

I have more but I feel like this is too much already

#papa louie #flipline studios #Flipline #papa Louie headcanons #I think about half of them had something to do with Mocharia #really like that game for some reason #though I finished it

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 64: Shower

There were a lot of benefits to living in a muggle flat in London.

Draco never had to worry about being recognized, it was delightfully noisy (always an added bonus when you woke up from a nightmare, it was very grounding), and one of his neighbors was always leaving him baked goods just outside his door.

But there were definite downsides as well. Mostly that when things broke (which pretty much seemed to be always) he couldn't use magic to fix it and had to wait for the muggle repair man.

"You're sure you can't get here any sooner than Friday to fix the shower?" he asked the maintenance man over the muggle mobile he'd purchased shortly before moving in.

"I'll get there as soon as I can but it's Friday at the earliest," the man replied, "right now I have a busted toilet, a broken garbage disposal, a kitchen light repair, a cabinet door replacement, a window that won't open, a door knob that the lock sticks on, and an ac unit that is pumping in hot air."

Draco resisted the urge to tell him to hire some help and sighed, "Right. Thank you."

The man grunted in response and hung up.

After a moment of contemplating his options, he gathered up his bath supplies and marched down the hall. When he'd moved in a girl named Amelia had told him if he ever needed anything just to come knock on her door. She'd said that she and her boyfriend would be happy to help, and she had even mentioned a shower breaking specifically.

Steeling himself he knocked, "Amelia?" he called. "It's Thomas from 116," he added, he'd almost gotten used to calling himself that. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but my shower is broken and-"

"Just a minute!" a distinctly male voice called back.

And he waited, feeling more embarrassed since couldn't recall having ever met Amelia's boyfriend. He hoped that he wouldn't think that Draco was a creep.

"Sorry," the man called, and Draco heard the locks being slid from their places, "Amelia and I broke up but I'd be glad to help wi-"

The door opened and Draco felt the bottom of his stomach drop out. "Potter?" he spluttered

(Read more below the cut)

"Draco Malfoy, what the actual fuck?"

"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.

Potter drew back like Draco had slapped him, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

Before Draco could respond, Delores from the room between their rooms emerged and Potter grabbed him by the front of his tshirt and dragged him inside of his flat.

Draco barely had a moment to notice that his flat was surprisingly cozy before Potter was standing in front of him once more, arms crossed over his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" Draco exclaimed. "I've lived here for six months!"

"Well I have lived here for almost a year!" Potter replied. "How did you find this place?"

"Do you know how hard it is to find a flat to rent in London?" Draco asked.

Potter paused, "Actually, yes," he replied. "And this place is enough of a shit-hole that there is a rotating tenant-base."

"Where's Amelia?"

Potter's brow furrowed, "How do you know Amelia?"

"I don't," he said with a shrug, "I met her when I was moving in and she told me if my shower ever broke I should just come knock on her door."

Potter sighed, "Damn."

"What?" Draco asked, feeling like he'd missed something.

"Oh nothing," Potter said, waving him off, "I'd just really been hoping that the guy I caught her cheating on me with was the only one."

Draco spluttered, "I was not romantically involved with your girlfriend."

"No," Potter replied, "No, I know. Just we worked opposite shifts so she was home in the day and I was home at night, and," he shrugged, "Well, you know how it goes."

Draco pinched his arm, he must be dreaming.

Potter turned and wandered toward his kitchen and Draco couldn't help but wonder if he was meant to follow him. "Tea?" Potter called over his shoulder.

And really, Draco had just meant to beg to use the shower but that little part of him that desperately loved gossip decided tea was a better plan. "Please."

The other man sent a smile at him over his shoulder, dimple popping up and Merlin, when had Potter gotten this attractive?

"So," he said as he put the kettle on, "What do you do?"

"I'm going to a muggle university, actually," Draco replied as he found a seat on a stool at the island, "studying to be a solicitor."

"Huh," Potter said, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, "That suits you."

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," he said, brow furrowed.

"Oh, nothing," Potter assured, "Just you're clever, good at arguing, and good at finding loop holes, I imagine."

At the earnest look on Potter's face, he decided not to take offense. "What is it that you do?"

Potter smiled at him, "I work at an animal shelter."

Draco blinked, he'd never expected that answer.

"I know," Potter laughed, "It's not what anyone expected but it makes me happy and it feels like good work."

The kettle whistled and Potter turned around to fetch down a couple of mugs and make them tea. "How long have you been living out of the wizarding world?"

"A little over a year," he replied. "It was just too difficult," Draco said, "I was mobbed everywhere I went, sent death threats," he added, "Not that I don't deserve them-"

"You don't," Potter said sharply, spinning around to face him. "Godric, Draco, you were just a kid. We all were."

He swallowed and looked down at the island, "Be that as it may," he said carefully, "I think it's easier for people." He made a vague gesture, "Not to have to see me."

"The pressure in the wizarding community is unreal," Potter said, setting a cup of tea along with the sugar bowl in front of Draco before he made his way to his refrigerator, "You still don't take cream, do you?"

"No," he replied with a little smile, pleased that he wasn't the only one to still remember oddities about the other.

"Why don't we go into the living room?" he suggested. "My furniture in there is much more comfortable."

Draco followed along behind him and settled onto what appeared to be the least squishy piece of furniture, a beige chair. Potter seemed to have no such qualms and sunk into a cozy rocking chair. Draco cleared his throat, "You've been gone for how long now?" he asked.

"Almost two and a half years," Potter replied before taking a sip of tea.

"Do you miss it?" Draco asked.

Shrugging one shoulder he answered, "Sometimes. I still go to the Weasley's most Sundays and I go for birthday parties and holidays. It's enough." He took another sip of tea, his eyes glued to Draco in that piercing way of his and it felt like it had been ages since someone had actually seen him. "What about you? Do you miss it?"

"At the beginning," he confessed, "But less now."

Potter hummed, seemingly waiting for Draco to continue

"Did you go to-"

Potter waved him off, "My life is exceptionally boring, I assure you. Tell me about you," he said. "Tell me about school, about what you want to do with your degree, tell me about acclimating to Muggle life," he chuckled, "tell me everything."

And so Draco did. He talked about his classes, talked about how difficult certain parts of living like a muggle were, talked about doing work with children, talked about doing a double major in law and in psychology. Draco talked, and talked, and talked while Harry listened; and he realized it had been a really long time since someone had done this with him.

He was in the middle of a story about how he hadn't understood how pens worked when Harry's mobile rang. With a wince he pulled it out of his pocket, "Sorry," he said, silencing it only for it to start ringing again a minute later. He huffed, "Sorry," he repeated. "It's Hermione and Ron. They'll just keep calling if I don't answer, give me just a minute."

"Of course," he said.

Harry gave him a little smile, "I'll get some more tea," he added before picking up.

Over the tiny little speaker Draco could hear cheering and hollering before a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday was sung and Draco felt the blood drain from his face. He pulled out his own mobile and clicked the wake button. July 31

He felt like such an arse, here he was blabbering away at the other man when Potter probably had a million things he'd rather be doing.

"Thank you," Potter said over the phone from the kitchen. "I'm a bit busy just now," he broke off to listen to some chatter. "Yes. I'll be by on Sunday to celebrate." Another pause, "Yes. Love you all, too. Kisses to Rosie and Teddy."

When he returned he said, "Sorry, you were saying about the pens?"

"I feel like an absolute clot," Draco said.

"What? Why?"

"It's your birthday!" he exclaimed, "and here I've sat for the past two hours talking your ear off about..." he trailed off, "Complete nonsense!"

"Oh, it's fine," he said, waving Draco off, "This is way better than the way I was planning to spend my birthday."

"Oh? Why don't I believe you?" he asked.

"No really," Potter said earnestly. "I was just going to go for a walk and then hang out around the house."

"But why? Don't your friends want to see you?"

"Oh, the Weasleys are away. They went on a trip to Spain; when they made the plans, I'd planned to be on a beach in the Galapagos with Amelia."

"I'm taking you to dinner," he said firmly.

"I couldn't impo-"

"I insist," he interrupted. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Well if you insist," Harry said with a laugh.

"Good. I'm going to use your shower and then go get dressed and we're leaving in twenty minutes."

He chuckled, "It's a date."

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And it really had felt like a date, Draco reflected as they strolled back toward their apartment building after a long dinner with multiple courses and dessert.

"Thank you, by the way," Harry said, his shoulder bumping lightly into Draco's when they were just outside of their building.

"Don't mention it," he replied. "It's the least I could do."

Harry stopped and looked over at him, so Draco stopped next to him, "It's not, though," he said. "You didn't have to do any of this."

"I wanted to," he huffed.

He started to lean in closer, "Tell me if I'm reading this wrong," he whispered.

"What?"

"This," he murmured before his fingers cupped Draco's cheek and his lips pressed, soft and dry, against Draco's lips.

Harry drew back, "Alright?" he whispered.

Draco's fingers clenched in the front of Harry's shirt and he tugged him back in, slotting their lips together once more. The fingers on Harry's right hand slid through Draco's hair and his other slipped around Draco's back, drawing their bodies flush against one another as Harry's tongue brushed over Draco's bottom lip.

They stood on the sidewalk and kissed for a long moment before Harry pulled back and murmured, "Come home with me?"

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, brow furrowing.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life," he replied, pecking Draco's lips again.

He couldn't help but smile as he nodded his consent and Harry grabbed his hand and dragged him inside and straight to his bedroom.

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Later, when they were still lying in bed talking about whatever nonsense came into the heads, Harry said, "Draco?"

"Mmmh?"

"This was probably the best birthday I've ever had."

He rolled onto his side so he could see Harry's face illuminated by the moonlight. Harry reached up and brushed his forefinger over Draco's cheekbone and Draco responded, "You've not had many good birthdays, then, have you?"

Harry laughed, "I've had some good birthdays."

"Next year," Draco said before he could think through what he was about to say, "Next year I will give you the best birthday you've ever had."

"Oh?" Harry said, grinning widely at him.

At the sweet, innocent look on Harry's face, he let himself dream, let himself imagine what life could turn out like. He nodded, "I'll wake you up with lazy morning sex, you seem like the type to really enjoy that."

"I am," Harry affirmed, his dimples showing.

Draco leaned in and pressed a kiss to the nearest dimple and said, "Then, I'll take you to Paris for breakfast."

"Ooh, Paris?"

He nodded, "I'll get you strawberry crepes with mounds of whipped cream."

"Sounds delicious," Harry said.

"Then I'll take you to a beach somewhere, Bora Bora maybe," he added, enthralled by the pleased crinkle around Potter's eyes.

He hummed, "I've never been to Bora Bora."

"No?"

Harry shook his head.

"Right, then we'll spend the whole day there, I'll sit under an umbrella all day and pretend to get annoyed when you come to kiss me and get sand and ocean water all over me."

He laughed, "As long as it's pretend."

"Then," Draco said, "I'll bring you back to a little villa that you can see the ocean through the floor and I'll cook you dinner. We'll eat together, then go swimming in the dark."

"Sounds lovely," Harry sighed.

"And then we'll come back and try out the bed that's under the stars," he said, brushing a hand over Harry's waist.

"That sounds really nice," he murmured.

"It's a date, then," Draco said.

He smiled back and echoed, "It's a date."

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And, true to his word, one year later Draco took Harry to Paris for breakfast and then to Bora Bora for the rest of the weekend. Harry proposed to Draco the very next morning.

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Day 63: Hair | Day 65: Question

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #getting together #fluffy #drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #bisexual harry potter #send me an ask and i'll write you a ficlet #thanks for the prompt! <3

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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HAIL HYDRA! - CH10: TILL THE END OF THE LINE

You're all I need to get by. Like the sweet morning dew, I took one look at you, And it was plain to see, You were my destiny.

FEATURING: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, & Bucky Barnes WORD COUNT: 4.050 SERIES MASTERLIST: ★

“Ma’am, you’re going to have to let me through. I’m here to debrief Miss Stark.”

Who the hell is here?

“I already told you that you’d get an interview eventually. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s currently unavailable for any kind of statement.”

Natasha hadn’t been here the night before, when did she get here?

“Don’t think that just because you’re high off your capital hill press stunt that you can tell the government what to do suddenly, Miss Romanoff.”

This is going to get ugly if I don’t get up.

“No, but I do speak for my friends when they’re unable to. As far as I’m concerned, you won’t get a word out of her without a lawyer.”

It was an odd kind of argument to hear at first waking up. But at this point, you figured after all that HYDRA had done and all that Natasha exposed, these kinds of instances were going to be a thing for a while.

“I can speak for myself, and I’m gonna have to agree with my friend here. You won’t get any comments from me about SHIELD or anything like that without a lawyer present.”

Natasha sat smugly beside your bedside, pleased with your reply back before she looked over at the Agent. Possibly from National Security. There was going to be so much more than just them to deal with. You’d have to get in touch with Pepper soon on a possible press statement on top of all the other mess you’d deal with.

“Miss Stark.” The Agent sighed. The name was almost so foreign to hear. Now that all of SHIELD had been exposed, so were you and possibly more secret agents that were working under an alias. Another thing you were going to have to get used to.

“I think it’s best if you leave while they’re being nice. The girl has been through enough the past couple of days.” Sam now had come into the doorway, giving the two a hard glare. Which was very hard to take seriously as he held a get well bear in his hand.

Knowing when to quit, the Agent sets a card down on the table by your bed. “Please contact us soon.” They sighed before finally making their exit. Instantly the room felt a lot lighter without any stress being in there.

Both Natasha and Sam look over at you with bright smiles as they moved to stand beside your bed. “I feel like it’s been days since I’ve seen you so rested.” Nat murmured, leaning in to brush bits of your bed head. “I wanted to come last night but after the press conference I had to kind of lie low.”

“It’s okay. Sam here kept me company before they knocked me out for the night. I guess it kind of kept me asleep until the next day.”

Sam gave the redhead a proud smile, hoping to have earned brownie points with her. “I’m honestly exhausted between passing notes for the two love birds.” He teased, moving to sit down before he passed the teddy bear. “By the way, your nurse said you should be allowed to go visit him finally. After your next head CT.”

Natasha nodded her head, following along to what Sam said before she looked back at you. You recognized that look from the last time you were in here. It was slightly guilty, but also questioning. “I’m curious,” she started, sitting at the edge of her bed. “After you and Sharon got out of the building, how did you manage to track down Steve?”

Tugging the blanket down your body, you show her the pin you had collected back from Steve’s suit when you recovered his body. “My brother had sent this for a more Tony like reason.” Tossing the pin to her, she caught it quickly in her hands before she examined the object. When she didn’t find the tiny seal, you chuckled at her confused face.

“It has a tracker. One he’s been keeping tabs on since you’ve given it to me.”

“That is very much something Tony would do.” She mused, tossing it back to you. “Still doesn’t answer my question.”

“I figured out Tony had been keeping tabs of me when I was gearing up back at HYDRA, it’s kinda kept me safe so when I was able to team up with Steve, I thought I’d give it to him.”

“And you struck lucky again when it led you back to him.”

Nodding your head, you smiled down at the tiny object, happy to have it back in your possession. Pinning it on your gown, you smiled over at Natasha. “It helped that Sharon gave me her phone to call Tony too. Can’t say it was just me.”

“Was it you that pulled Steve out of the water? I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all, but Steve’s a pretty big guy, how did you do that?” Sam asked now, leaning on his elbows to listen to you.

“Yeah, was that you?”

You looked between the two, unsure of how to explain what happened when you arrived there.

“I didn’t pull him out..but I know who did.”

YESTERDAY MORNING

“It’s you.” His voice was gruff as he spoke out to you. You couldn’t help but gasp softly at seeing him again. The piercing blue eyes looking right at you.

“Bucky.”

For a moment the two of you are in a bit of a standoff. Licking your lips you raise your hands up to him, wanting him to know that you meant no harm. Your eyes flicker over to his right arm. He held it against his chest in a way that it wouldn’t be moved. Dropping your hands down, you take a small step towards him. “Are you okay?”

His eyes were still wide, like he didn’t expect to come across another person. Quickly, he took a step back. “I’m sorry! I just wanted to check your arm for you.” You said softly. He nodded his head slowly but stayed still, eyes watching your figure. Like he was trying to remember you. It was almost easy to forget that the last time he saw you was with HYDRA. Leaving him with the only impression that you worked with the people who hurt him.

“You were there..” he whispered, pulling back your focus. You hadn’t noticed that he stepped closer to you now. Seeming to see that you’re not a threat. Nodding your head, you finally make his gaze. His pupils are still blown wide, his adrenaline was no doubt coming down more slowly.

“You stopped that man.” Your brows furrowed together, confused at what he meant before the reminder came back to you.

“He wasn’t going to stop hitting you..I couldn’t let him go on.”

What came next was a surprise to you. He lifted up his metal hand, using the tips of his fingers to brush lightly at your cheek. “They hurt you..didn’t they?” The metal of his hand felt so cold against your skin. At first it was such a contrast in temperature that it felt almost burned. Surprisingly, you still ended up shivering. Making Bucky think he had to pull away.

“It looks like everyone got a little bit hurt today.” You winced at your horrible attempt at making light conversation. The poor man was not only injured, but soaking wet, hopefully wanting to get dry-

Wait, why is he wet?

“The helicarrier, it went down..we dropped in.” It was as if he was able to read your mind with how eerily he knew to reply. Shaking your head, you gently placed your hand on his arm. “Tell me, did you see Steve? I have to find him.”

For a moment, he stared down at your hand on his arm. Shocked that you were touching the limb in any kind of way. You could tell from the way his right arm clenched a bit, he probably wanted to remove your hand. So you muttered a small apology and pulled back a bit.

He nodded his head, looking a little bit upset before he looked over his shoulder again. This time with your eyes following in the direction. Just down the dirt path you could see a pair of bright blue legs against the edge of the river. The sight is a bit overwhelming, making you scared to move forward, worried at what you might see.

“He’s alive..”

He made it. You thought, relief filling inside of you. There was honestly no saying how you would react to seeing him as anything else. But that also left you questioning how bad his condition must be if he’s out cold on the ground. And leaving you to wonder if Bucky had any part of that. But even with that assumption in mind, if Bucky was standing beside you still wet from the water, then he must have gotten himself and Steve out. Hopefully.

When you didn’t look back over to Bucky, you felt him approach beside you. He was analyzing you again. The frightened look that had been in his eyes before was long gone, replaced with one of curiosity. Normally, someone staring at you like that would have creeped you out, but with Bucky it was more understanding. Didn’t stop you from blushing under his gaze though.

“If he’s alive then we need to get you guys out of here.”

“We?”

Turning back to face him, you nod your head to his right arm. “We can get that set for you.” You said softly. The man’s gaze continued to stay burning on you, making your stomach feel anxious before he turned to face the direction he was originally heading. “Bucky, please.” You reached out for his metal arm, turning him to face you.

The man before you had gone through hell and back. Him leaving felt like the ending to a movie you didn’t want to finish. Not in this way.

“I can’t stay. They’ll find me...”

“No, nothing will happen! My brother, he’s got a lot of security and a place we can hide you. He’ll do anything for me and Steve. We can all help you.”

He peered down at you. Frowning at your words before he shook his head. “I don’t need help. I just..I need to find out who I am.”

“Let us do that. I..we can help you. I know it might be overwhelming-“

“I don’t need your help. I can get by on my own.”

You licked over your lips, desperate to get him to stay with you, but not wanting to scare him off by forcing him. It made sense why he was so scared. There was no good reason for him to trust any of you. No matter how much you wished you could convince him otherwise.

“I know you can. The thing is you don’t have to.”

Something in your words must have triggered something in his mind. He whispered something to himself over and over again, looking back in the direction of Steve before you again. “…of the line..” he said at the lowest you can hear.

You followed the sound of Steve groaning from a distance, remembering that there wasn’t much time left to convince Bucky to stay. The sudden feather-like touch to the ends of your hair brought your attention back. A metal hand slowly slid away from the side of your face before Bucky pulled away again.

“I’m sorry.” was all that you heard from him before he dashed away from your side. Leaving you yearning for something more that you couldn’t quite place.

PRESENT

Natasha and Sam stared at you oddly, after your very much edited retelling of the day before. You only told them you briefly ran into Bucky before he ran off. Something had been screaming in your head to leave them out of the loop of whatever Bucky said. Feeling it was private for some reason.

A nurse came knocking on your door suddenly, making the three of you pull out of your thoughts. “Sorry guys, we’re gonna get her prepped for her another scan. You can come back in a couple of hours.”

Knowing better than to argue with a nurse, the two got up, giving you quick hugs and promises of their return. You, on the other hand, laid back waiting for the nurses to return, leaving you to wonder just how you were going to tell Steve about this all.

It wasn’t till hours later, past dinner, that you were able to go into Steve’s room. You were both given updates that you’d be released the same day. Your head was cleared and Steve’s chest wound was finally closing up. Normally, anyone who had gotten shot in the places he did wouldn’t have made it. But being a super soldier gave you the privilege of healing better than anyone else.

Knocking on his room door, you waited to hear the sound of his okay before entering inside. He was sitting up in his bed now, hair slightly ruffled from possibly sleeping too long. His bruises were nearly fading away, leaving a slight yellow hue around his right eye. The cuts that he had over his mouth had healed up pretty well, allowing him to give you that signature smile you loved so much.

“Finally.” He sighed, kicking the blanket off his legs to sit at the edge now. Joining him at his side, you stood between his two legs and wrapped your arms around his neck. Allowing Steve to place his hands at the sides of your waist, pulling you as close as he could against him. “I feel like it’s been days since we’ve seen each other.”

“It’s been about a day and a half, Steve.”

“I think that you’re forgetting that we had a whole other day before that where we weren’t together. Not to forget that I thought you were de-“

You shut him up with a gentle press against his lips. Which he happily enjoyed as he pressed against you to deepen it. The palm of his hands moved to rub up your lower back, relaxing you in a way that made you putty in his hands. It wasn’t till you needed to breathe again that you pulled back, settling your face against the nape of his neck to calm yourself.

“The two of us deserve a vacation after all this.”

His lips moved against your forehead and hairline slowly, pressing gentle kisses against it before he spoke again. “A vacation sounds nice. Somewhere nice, quiet, and warm…it’d be really nice.” You smiled against him, loving the idea of someplace warm where you and Steve can relax. Really, all of you deserved to get out of DC and relax after the crazy past few days. But deep down you know that everyone felt like there was a lot of unfinished business to take care of. Especially Steve.

Looking up, you’re met with a rather solemn expression on his face. One of the first things Sam told you he asked about was where Bucky was. Since no one but him (and you) had seen him. “Steve,” you sighed, reaching up to cup his face. Instantly he fell into your touch like a kitten would. Enjoying the heat from the palm of your hands against his skin. His eyes had slipped closed and you knew he was enjoying the affection. It was very distracting.

“You want to go after him, right?”

“It’s what he’d do for me..”

Pulling away, you ran your hands lightly down his arms until he clasped them together. Looking over at you curiously. “Sweetheart?” He prodded, wondering where your head went during this conversation. The familiar nickname almost made you feel distracted again. Almost.

“What if he doesn’t want to be found? What if he’s scared?”

It felt wrong to speak on behalf of Bucky. It felt like revealing his secret. Even if it was to his best friend. But you knew better than to keep this from Steve. Keeping secrets about loved ones felt almost like a crime. And at the end of the day, he was someone who would want the best for Bucky. Right?

“I gotta try. At least talk to him. He just left..and I have to make sure he’s okay.”

You knew that just like his friend, there was no way in convincing them to not do what their hearts were set on. With Bucky, it was letting him discover himself on his own. For Steve, it was making sure to find his friend and make sure he was okay. Leaving you very conflicted in the middle.

“There’s more that went down than me just finding you the other day.”

Steve’s brows furrowed together before he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m here to listen if you’re willing to tell me.”

“It all started when I used the tracker to find you..”

It was surprisingly a beautiful sunny day to bury Nick Fury. The temperature had begun to turn warm, the grass having turned a vibrant green, no clouds in the sky. It was definitely the changes of a new day.

“You look good.” Natasha hummed. The two of you were walking side by side as you found your way to where the group of men were huddled. At first you were going to join with Steve that morning, but National Security had finally caught up with you and got you in your apartment that morning. Thankfully Pepper already had your lawyer and PR representative on the way. Natasha offered the ride after everything had wrapped up.

“I feel good, for once.” You smiled at her. Taking her arm into yours, you pulled her closer to your side. “I’m just glad to have you guys back.”

“You can’t get rid of me just yet.” She smirked, fixing the folders in her hands. A small frown tugged at your face. Earlier you had tried to take a peek inside, wondering what she would need that for. But she insisted that Steve should take a look at it first. Meaning one thing.

Bucky.

Not that you alone were allowed to be the only one who knew things about Bucky. Obviously with SHIELD/HYDRA exposed, files of his work were surely out on the web. But if Natasha went as far as old school to use a paper folder. There was definitely more to his case. Which is why you were left wondering; what can’t you see?

“Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here.”

You watched Nick give his goodbyes to Steve and Sam. Shaking the hands of both men as he made his exit. You were about to call out to him when he already turned at the sound of you guys approaching, sending you a small friendly and very uncharacteristic wave. Leaving you a little taken back as you return the gesture.

“You should be honored. That’s about as close as he gets to saying thank you.”

“Not going with him?”

“No.”

Steve steps closer to your side, giving your cheek a kiss before he clasped your hand into his. The small moment caused Natasha to raise a brow at the two of you. It would seem you forgot to let her in on your sudden romance.

“Not staying here?” Steve continued as normal.

“Nah. I blew all my covers. I gotta go figure out a new one.”

“That might take a while.”

“I’m counting on it.” A small content smile brushed on her face. Something that made you feel comforted. Natasha was one of the other few agents you knew that had her life fully involved in SHIELD. It had become a safe haven for her after her years in the Red Room. A place that she did not like to dive so much into, but gave you enough knowledge to know that it wasn’t ideal for anyone to be in.

“That thing you asked for,” she extended her hands out to give Steve the folder. The cover is now clear for you to see. Unfortunately, it was all in Russian. “I called in a few favors from Kiev.”

It was safe to say that your curiosity had grown exceptionally bigger now. Almost making you want to snatch the files and run off to read them for yourself. Russian or not. But Steve merely glanced at you, giving you a small smile of reassurance. He’d let you in eventually.

“I guess I can’t pressure you to call that nurse anymore, huh?”

“She’s not a nurse..but yeah, I think I’m spoken for.” He looked down at you with a pleased expression. It was almost so loving, and in front of your friend too that you felt the familiar heat of a blush sweep over your cheeks.

“You’re also not a SHIELD agent anymore.”

“What was her name again?”

You smiled at the thought of your roommate, needing to thank her better for all the help she’s given you these past couple of days. “Sharon.” you answer with Natasha.

“She’s nice.”

Natasha and Steve look at each other, and for a moment you can tell that they’ve seemed to form a bond. Probably from the past few days of trying to survive with each other. A part of you is slightly jealous, but know that these two people were some of your favorite people in the world. It only made sense if they were friends now too.

The redhead pulls Steve in and presses a gentle chaste kiss to his cheek. Turning to give you a wink before leaning in to press one against your cheek, brushing her hand at your back before whispering. “See you soon, Cолнышко (little sun).”

“Yes, you will, лисичка (little fox).” It stalls her for a moment, making a pink hue creep over the apple of her cheeks. For a second she raises a brow at you. “I know how to look up cute pet names.” Shaking her head, she turned away from you and Steve giving you two a quick nod before she speaks again.

“Be careful, Steve. You might not want to pull on that thread.” Her warning is soft, but laced with a sense of foreboding. And since her eyes flickered over to you, you sensed it wasn’t about Steve she was necessarily worried about.

Sam took that as his cue to come over, peering over Steve’s shoulder to look at the open files. Your eyes couldn’t tear away from the photos on the left side. A frozen Bucky haunting your vision. A more innocent and semi younger photo of him in uniform was beside it. Reminding you of the man that you and Steve were trying to help.

“You guys are going after him.”

“You don’t have to come with us.”

“I know.” Sam answered, glancing between Steve and you. He nodded his head at your curious expression before he leaned towards Steve again. “When do we start?”

The sound of a car approaching down the pathway grabbed the attention of all three of you. Normally cars didn’t stop along side the roadway. Instantly you feel a smile burst on your face when you catch sight of it.

“God, looks like he found me.” You laugh, watching a very tired and disgruntled Happy Hogan walk over to the back of the car. He opened up the back door and looked back to you expectantly.

“I suppose you’ll meet us back in my apartment? We can make plans there?”

Leaning up, you press a quick kiss to his lips before stepping away. “I’ve had Tony wait three days since he’s last heard from me. I think this is an all night kind of thing. We’ll meet up for breakfast?”

Sam and Steve chuckled, having an inside joke you clearly did not know. “If you eat that sort of thing.” He called out. Shaking your head, you gave the two a quick wave, before running towards the car. Your old friend greeted you with a pat to your hair before you slipped inside the vehicle, coming to face with a familiar pair of brown eyes. Smiling as he waited to hear your newest story.

A/N: I can’t believe we’re done with CATWS! I’m so excited to bring Bucky more into the story. AOU will be a lot shorter but with heavy chapters. Should be written soon.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers scenario #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes scenario #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #marvel scenarios

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goldenraeofsun · 3 years

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Day 29: Chrome Chassis

“At first we thought she was stalking poor little Mary Franklin,” Donna says in a low voice as she leads them through the precinct. “She knew her entire schedule, what time she woke up, when she went to preschool, when she came home. Her parents even found her waiting at Mary’s favorite spot at the park! By the end of the week, they called the police. We ran her prints and came up with a big goose egg. She had no wallet or ID and wouldn’t tell us her last name - only Abigail.”

“And what makes you think this is our kind of thing?” Dean asks.

“Mary Franklin’s parents had been putting these flyers up all around town,” Donna plucks a wrinkled piece of paper the back pocket of her pants and flips it around to show them.

“REWARD, $100, IF FOUND FOR MISS ABIGAIL,” Cas reads aloud the all-caps red print at the top. Below, the Franklins added a picture of the doll in a stained violet dress, her red hair straggly and knotted from not enough brushings and too much love.

“Miss Abigail, extremely beloved doll wearing a purple dress, is missing. She was last seen at Cyprus Street Park,” Dean finishes reading.

“You think she’s connected to the doll?” Cas asks as he hands the flyer to Dean, who folds it up and tucks it into his suit jacket pocket.

Donna shakes her head. “Come with me.” She opens the door to the hall of holding cells. “This is Abigail.”

“Oh,” Dean says with feeling, his eyes widening.

Abigail looks up at the newcomers. “Are you here to take me to Mary?” she says eagerly as she gets up, the fabric of her grass-stained purple dress swinging around her legs. “I need to be with Mary. She must be so lonely without me. We’ve missed three tea parties already!” She pushes her limp ginger curls out of her face.

Dean squares his shoulders and starts to question the witness.

But Abigail has such a single-minded focus on Mary, none of her answers are useful to the case.

“Well,” Cas says as they make their way to Donna’s office five frustrating minutes later. “It seems like she really is Mary’s doll come to life.”

“Ya think?” Dean says shortly.

“I sensed a strong spell on her,” Cas concludes.

Donna closes the door behind them. “A spell? Does that mean… a witch?”

“Most likely,” Cas says as he studies a photo on Donna’s desk of Donna, Jody, Claire, and Alex.

“Not necessarily,” Dean argues. “Sam and I once posed as teddy bear doctors - don’t ask.” He holds up a hand as Donna’s confused expression turns into one of delighted bewilderment.

“Come on,” Donna says, grinning, “Of course I have to ask now. But maybe later.”

“Later,” Dean agrees, and by his tone of voice he clearly means never. “Anyway, this girl’s teddy bear came to life because of a wishing well - kind of. There was this ancient African coin thingy, and it granted wishes when thrown in a well.”

“A Babylonian chaos coin of Tiamat,” Cas corrects.

“Babylon wasn’t in Africa,” Donna points out with a frown.

“The guy with the coin said his gramps got it -”

“As the only being in this room who actually walked the ancient gardens of Babylon,” Cas says, lips pursing. “I can tell you, the coin must have been Babylonian.”

“Woah,” Donna breathes.

“C'mon like they were really that special,” Dean scoffs. “What, they have a really tall fountain or something?”

“Try dozens of -”

“Okay,” Donna says loudly, glancing between them in amusement. “So you think it might be this Babylonian coin from Africa?”

Cas rolls his eyes as Dean shakes his head. “Could be. Has anything else weird happened? A bunch of lottery winners or unexpected trips to Gilligan’s Island?”

Donna shakes her head. “Tim Wheatley won the Butterball last week, but he was facing 60:40 odds.”

Cas squints at her. “What’s a Butter-”

“A butter eating contest,” Donna says brightly.

Cas grimaces. Humans will never cease to baffle him. So complex and, at the same time, simple creatures. When he was human, he enjoyed the consumption of butter and other fats with enough enthusiasm. It satiated his hunger better than carbohydrates or sugars. Not enough enthusiasm, however, to indulge in an eating contest of the stuff. That sounds horrendous.

“So probably not a wishing well. Witch has my bet,” Dean says resolutely.

Donna exhales a short breath. “How do we find a witch?”

“Normally we’d call Rowena,” Dean rubs his chin with the back of his hand, “but since she’s the Queen of Hell now-”

“Shut the front door,” Donna whispers.

“She's a little out of cell range now,” Dean says with a shrug, “but she was our go-to witchy expert.”

Cas throws him a look. “Or you could ask me. Since I am an angel.”

Dean blinks. “Ah, right, I forgot you could do that.”

Cas throws up his hands.

“Is everything alright between you two?” Donna asks hesitantly.

Without looking at her, Dean says, “Yes.”

“No.”

Dean glares at him.

“Aw shucks,” Donna says, her brow furrowing as she leans against her desk. She surveys the two of them thoughtfully, arms crossing over her chest. “What’s going on?”

Dean huffs. “Cas’s all mad that we’re taking a tiny detour on our honeymoon.”

Donna’s mouth falls open.

“An entire case is not a detour!” Cas says heatedly.

“You’re married?” Donna demands in a harsh whisper, her eyes darting down to their left hands.

“As of, like, last week,” Dean says dismissively. “Cas isn’t a legal person, and I’m technically dead, so we kind of fudged it.”

Donna slaps him on the upper arm.

“Hey!”

“First, you don’t invite me to your illegal wedding, and now you’re interrupting your honeymoon with a case?” Donna glares. “You’re starting out this whole marriage thing with a zero for two, bucko.”

Cas smiles smugly at Dean.

Dean makes a face. “People could be in danger. Sue me, I wanted to check it out.”

“I told you to swing by if you were in the area!” Donna protests. “All we have is a weird lady in a holding cell. I was gonna call Jody, but Alex is graduating from nursing school tomorrow.”

“See? This is clearly a low priority case,” Cas says.

Dean makes an annoyed noise in the back of his throat. “You’re officially family now. This is the family business - saving people, hunting things. We can’t just ignore it.”

“No, but you could have passed the message onto a different hunter,” Cas says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Alright, smartass, who should I have called?” Dean asks, eyebrows rising. “Max and Alicia are hunting a shtriga in Florida. Sam and Eileen are scoping out a siren in Maine.”

“I’m sure there are other hunters out there,” Cas says stubbornly. “Was it really too much to ask for a weekend alone with you, without any creatures or minor gods getting in the way? We didn’t do a big ceremony because it would inevitably be interrupted by something supernatural, and we didn’t plan a long honeymoon for that exact same reason. But I thought one weekend -” Cas sighs, shaking his head.

Dean’s expression softens, his posture relaxing. “Of course, babe. I get it.”

“It’s fine,” Cas says, mostly tired of being annoyed.

“I mean, it’s not,” Dean says with a small smile, “But you’ll locate the witch for Donna, and we’ll be back on the road in no time, right?”

“Darn tootin’,” Donna says with a much warmer smile. “I’m a big girl. I can take on a witch by myself.”

Cas nods gratefully. But as he reaches out with his grace, trying to sense anything with power within the city limits, he stops short, a strange tingling sensation starting in his toes and fingertips, crawling inward. As it reaches his heart, his knees give out, and he stumbles in place.

“What the hell?” Dean darts forward to catch Cas with one hand on his upper arm, one palm splayed against his chest.

Cas blinks, his vision blurring. His breath catches in his chest, like all the oxygen had been swiftly and completely eradicated. He sucks in a ragged inhale, and he doesn’t taste the molecules in the air - but instead the smell of half-eaten powdered donut on Donna’s desk and burned coffee from the precinct kitchen next door.

It can’t be.

“I’m human,” he says, his voice faint.

Dean pales as Donna shoots him a worried look. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Cas says testily as he squeezes Dean’s arm once and gently eases out of his grip to stand on his own.

“The witch?” Donna asks in a whisper, glancing around, like the witch might be watching them from underneath the deputy’s desk.

“Probably,” Dean says darkly as he pulls open the door. “Okay, we should head back to the motel. Regroup and strategize there.”

But Donna doesn’t move. “Or,” she starts hesitantly.

“Or?” Dean prompts impatiently.

“Or I can bet I can get you a last minute room at the Wild Elk Lodge,” Donna says slyly. “I killed a vamp that was trying to snack on customers, and the manager owes me a big one.”

“But the witch -” Dean starts.

“I said I can deal with it, and I can,” Donna says firmly. “You should enjoy your weekend. You can be, I don’t know, a normal, human couple for once. Doesn’t that sound a like a heckin’ good time?”

Dean bites his lip, turning to Cas.

“It would be a change from our usual routine,” Cas admits. “Could you leave Donna to deal with the witch?”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not that I don’t trust you -”

“Really?” Donna asks, eyebrows rising. “Because it sounds exactly like that Mr. Hunter Expert.”

Dean sighs. “Look, witches are underhanded, skeezy b - beings,” he says, switching words last second at the look on Donna’s face. “They’re not usually a one-hunter gig, if you catch my drift.”

Donna ushers them out of her office, saying in a low voice, “Well, I’m not going to be the reason you two can’t enjoy your gosh-darned honeymoon. I’ll figure something out. Maybe Doug can lend a hand, or Jody can come up from Sioux Falls. Either way, I don’t want to see you around here for two whole days.”

“But Donna - ”

Cas tunes out Dean’s half-hearted protests as he scans the precinct parking lot. Dean definitely left the Impala in the shadow of that large fir tree. But only cop cars take up the spaces now. Cas leaves Donna and Dean arguing on the steps to stride across the tarmac. “Dean!” he calls, worried. “Do you see the Impala?”

A woman peers around the fir tree, a cigarette dangling from her lips. She breaks out into a wide smile as Cas gets closer. “Cas!” she exclaims as Dean’s shout echoes around the parking lot. “Where the fuck is my car?”

Dean runs up to them, a wild look in his eye. “Who took my baby?”

“Dean,” Cas says, alarmed. It looks like Dean is two shallow breaths away from a panic attack.

The woman rolls her eyes. “I’m right here, sugar.”

“What?” Donna asks.

“What the fuck?” Dean asks.

Cas just stares.

The woman pushes her mane of dark, wild curls out of her face, her full lips curving into a smirk. She runs a hand down her black body-hugging dress and rests one hand on her wide hip. Silver chrome bangles dangle from her wrists, and a matching silver headband keeps the rest of her hair at bay. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like, to be a real human.” She reaches up to fiddle with her silver necklace where a pair of dog tags jingle together. “No chrome chassis holding me together, but real flesh and bone.”

“You can’t be serious,” Dean says faintly.

“You don’t recognize me, Dean?” she asks coyly. “What a shame, since you know me better than anyone.

Cas scowls, his eyes narrowing as he scans her from head to toe. “Dean,” he says quietly, “Her necklace.”

Instead of names, the dogtags bear KAZ 2Y5 and CNK 80Q3.

“Holy moley,” Donna says.

Dean grimaces as the woman takes a drag of her cigarette. “You smoke?”

She shrugs. “I was feeling nostalgic, so sue me. John used to sneak one or two every once in a while after a bad hunt or fight. Calms me down too, now. This is,” she gestures down her body, “a lot.”

Dean runs a hand through his hair. “Dad definitely did that. Christ - I - I have no idea what’s happening. How?”

The Impala shrugs. "You parked me here in the shade so I wouldn't overheat, and I was waiting for you to return, when one second I had four wheels, and the next I had two legs."

Donna laughs. “It’s the spell, dummy.”

“What spell?” the Impala asks curiously.

“The spell that turned that girl’s doll into a real woman,” Donna says eagerly. “The one that turned Cas into a real man, and now you.”

“I don’t get it,” Dean says.

Donna rolls her eyes. “What do you all have in common?”

“We’re human,” Cas supplies.

“Before that,” Donna says, and Cas anyone but Donna would have rolled their eyes at his answer. Instead, Donna beams at all three of them. “You all were loved! It’s like that children’s book. The boy loved the rabbit so much, he made him Real.” She shrugs at Dean’s wide-eyed look. “My niece Wendy couldn’t go to sleep without a good bedtime story.”

“You love me?” the Impala asks, turning to Dean, a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

Dean turns bright red. “I - well, yeah - I - of course I do,” he fumbles. “You’ve always been there for me. ’Course I, um, feel that way.”

Donna smiles indulgently.

Cas’s heart twinges. Just a year ago, Dean needed heavy cajoling and several drinks before he could admit anything of the sort, even to Cas.

The Impala wraps her arms around Dean, and Cas can see his shoulders sagging, how he leans into the hug, the sturdy grip in his arms as he holds on. “This is really weird,” he murmurs.

Cas laughs as the Impala lets go.

“Okay,” Dean says, swallowing and visibly trying to pull himself back together. “What about that hunt? I still don’t like the idea of Donna tackling her first witch solo.”

“A witch?” the Impala echoes, her eyes glimmering with interest. “There really is a hunt here?”

Cas sighs. The car might be as dumb as her owner. He pointedly gestures to her new body.

Donna brightens with a new idea, turning to the Impala. “Do you want to help out on the hunt? Help leave these two lovebirds to their honeymoon while we take care of the big bad witch?”

“Hold on,” Dean steps in, holding up a hand. “She’s not a -”

“I’d love to,” the Impala says loudly over him.

Dean’s jaw clenches. “You’re not a hunter.”

“I’ve been going on hunts since before you were even born,” the Impala says coolly. “I was by your side - and your Daddy's before you - for every werewolf, vampire, ghost, and creepy crawly that goes bump in the night.”

“She has a point,” Cas says.

“Being the getaway car is so different than being in the thick of it, you have no idea -”

“So I’ll teach her,” Donna butts in, a hint of steel to her voice. “She has all the know-how, just not the muscle memory.” She straightens up. “Plus, this witch hasn’t killed anyone yet. This might be a whole big misunderstanding.”

“It doesn’t seem like a particularly deadly spell,” Cas says in a low voice to Dean.

“Awesome,” the Impala breathes.

“Fine,” Dean says, throwing his hands in the air. “I can tell when I’m outvoted.”

“So you’ll go to the lodge for the weekend?” Donna asks hopefully. “They serve complimentary hot chocolate in the morning.”

Dean wavers.

“We’d love to,” Cas says firmly.

Dean throws all three of them a sour look. “How the hell are we supposed to get there without my car?”

The Impala laughs.

#suptober21 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #established relationship #canon divergence #sorry for the respost #but the first one was fucked up #spells #rae writes fic

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all-things-fic · 4 years

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Somewhere Only We Know

A/N - Hello, you lovely lot! Hope you are all keeping well in these utterly shit Covid times. Who would’ve thought that we would still be here in December?! Please see my offering for @goldenbluesuit‘s Christmas Fic Challenge. Hope I’ve done a bit of justice with this piece.

I can remember Katie texting me telling me about the challenge, and I’ll admit I was given first dibs and now I’m absolutely shitting myself because I’ve seen all the brillaint entries so far and I’m not sure I really cut the mustard with this piece but I’m proud of myself for being able to put a solid 70% of this together in just one day (that one day being today).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Katie has done a brilliant job and I know how grateful she is towards anyone who has joined the challenge or supported by reading/sharing etc.... I need to stop rambling... Okay, thank you for sticking with me as always and happy reading! .x

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The last thing you remembered actually reading in the group chat was “make sure you have your wellies”. You were glad that you remembered that part at the very least.

Winds whipped around you as you buried your face further into your cream roll neck cable knit jumper, all but hidden underneath your tobacco borg teddy coat that someone had already likened to Macklemore.

Nothing like being back home with your closest and oldest friends.

Mud squelched under your feet as you walked in line with two of your oldest girl friends, eyes looking over the four males in front of you as they led the way over the grassy hills.

There had been zero planning on what today’s events would bring. It was quite clear that the seven of you just wanted to be reunited with the country air and wind bitten cheeks.

It was nice. How simple it was. On the surface at the very least. That was until you zoned in on the little things.

Like his laugh. The same laugh that always carried somehow and it seemed like the wind was making it that much more prominent than usual today.

There was no denying, he had this glow about him. Even from the back of him. You felt silly for thinking it, but it was true. It was in the way he held himself as he attacked the grassy hills with his feet clad wellies and brown trousers.

Life had changed a lot in over a decade. Christ, had it been that long? You’d all gone from baby teenagers to fully fledged adults. The age range of your friendship differing slightly, the odd person here and there slightly older than a couple of people in the group.

Nonetheless, many of the experiences had been the same. The big job offers, and the even bigger promotions. The heartbreaks, regardless of their prominence or lack of, had been the felt the same. The flirtation between some of you sparked probably a bit more so now with a finesse that didn’t have you rolling your eyes but rather leaning into it.

Four out of seven of you were single. Jack and Jonny were virtually married off, however neither of them were with their partners this year with both deciding to spend Christmas at home and New Years with their significant others. Alice was still loved up and going strong with her fella, as was Grace who you hadn’t heard a peep from as she constantly checked her phone to see when the person she was besotted with finally arrived up North thanks to West Midlands Trains pulling into Crewe.

So that left Will, you and Harry. Harry who had quite publicly made it known that he was single. Well, according to your Mum he had, in several interviews. Including the one that she had described as an ‘incredibly relaxing watch and nice background noise to my Sunday evening brew and ironing session’.

That was a strange one for you, his honesty. In earlier years of friendship, he always seemed quite aloof. Like he was keeping his options open. Guarded in a way that frustrated at least 75% of the friendship group, in the nicest way possible. You knew that was a contradiction but any annoyance came from a good place.

You remembered one night in 2014 when he wouldn’t quite give you a straight answer over tequila shots whether he was shagging someone or not. You also remember the way he’d been pulled away from you tactfully by Alice that night when she sensed how you were about to blow up at his lackadaisical attitude.

The same had been felt in 2016. Not so much in 2018, but you weren’t single then so maybe you just didn’t care.

2019 was significantly different though.

See the thing was, you knew him now. Like, knew knew him.

Some would think it was a lapse of judgment, a reading that you would agree upon given what had happened two days prior if ever prodded about it publicly.

Others would vehemently disagree. Stating how long any sort of energy between the two of you had been bubbling for a number of years.

Looking back you couldn’t even understand why you’d attended his show. You lived in Camden and it made sense, but that’s where the sense stopped. Even the ways he had reached out had been one of the most random messages you’d received from him

There was no context, just a simple ‘I’m playing the Electric Ballroom and there’s tickets waiting for you if you want ‘em.’

And the thing was, you loved that venue. The grungy-ness of it all. The way you had stuck to the floor while trying to dance along to the likes of The Hives and Kings of Leon when seeing them playing there, basking in your sweaty happiness.

But the stickiness of the floor and sweatiness of the room didn’t compare to the stickiness and sweatiness you later found yourself partaking in as Harry took you from behind over the side of his couch.

A shiver rolled through you at the thought, one that you would blame on the December bitter chill because it was a secret. One that neither of you had mentioned since it happened on Thursday night, or to be technically correct the early hours of Friday morning.

He’d been good. Of course he had been.

He had that way about him that night that pulled you under a false sense of endeared security. From his dimpled smile to gleaming eyes. He was happy.

And the way he had shone as he found you on the balcony had warmed you like nothing you had known in the longest time.

It caused you to forget about the worry that had laden you limbs as you turned up at 9.13pm to the wooden doors of the building, wondering how many songs he was in to the set as you convinced yourself he would start at 9.00pm.

As you’d been ushered over to a clear box window and uttered your name to a dorky looking man wearing a tracksuit pull over and watched him handover a white envelope through the circle hatch.

You stood in the dark, next to two much younger girls who enjoyed the way his glances lingered over at their side. Eyes had found Gemma in the opposite corner of the balcony, her dancing and singing with some recognisable faces mainly more so because you had seen them on social media.

You, however, kept yourself to yourself. Until you were anchored in the tightest hug from Gemma that you had ever felt from her and swayed from side to side as she made it known how pleased she was to see you once the concert was over.

That familiarity had been nice. The vibrancy of nostalgia consuming you in your entirety.

Watching him work a room when he finally entered the after party was a sight to behold, in his navy blue pinstripe suit and yellow ‘I’m gonna die lonely’ t-shirt.

He wasn’t. Gonna die lonely, that is.

He glided so smoothly from one person to the next, spilling a drink down himself in the process you’d seen (and later felt when your hand clung to the fabric of his t-shirt as you kissed), making time for everyone in his own unique way.

Big eyes followed you over Gemma’s shoulder when he had finally found himself within your circle and hugged his sister once more that evening. They were hard to read but also openly filled with a glimmer of hope as he dropped his gaze to see what you were wearing.

And when he approached you, he hugged you in a way that managed to pull you into the darkened corner of the dingy space. Spinning your body to keep your face concealed from any prying eyes.

He revealed to you how he didn’t think you were going to turn up, scanning you with his gaze as he spoke. You did the same, a bit taken aback by just how attractive you were finding him. He had always been handsome but the aura he gave off, made your fingers itch to have him closer to you.

Words ran away from you that night as he begged and pleaded with you to tell him what your favourite song had been. Based on first impressions, which the show has been, then Canyon Moon and Watermelon Sugar had smothered you and given you no other option but to pick them.

If he were to ask you now you’d probably say To Be So Lonely, thanks to the drive home being longer than originally thought and said album being your choice of road trip music.

Forget Driving Home For Christmas, nothing slapped more than one of your closest friends admitting to being an arrogant son of a bitch.

After your chat, he mingled some more but Harry was always tactile and that night had been no different. He veered conversations with people you had never seen before to take place by the zone that you all occupied.

He actively kept his back against yours, allowing the faintest of touches and brushing of arms - sometimes hands too if he dropped them down heavily enough with his arms as he spoke - to entice and create a spark.

You were kept late enough to miss the last tube. Battery dangerously low on your phone that you didn’t know if a transaction with Uber would be worth a try.

Jumping into the same car as him had been easy. His soft and tired eyes findings yours in the cab as he leant his head back against the headrest in the back seat and let his lips tip upwards in an expression of tenderness that had you melting in your seat.

“‘S been a while since we’ve both been a bit pissed in the back of a taxi,” he mused, pushing his fallen locks out of his eyes to ensure his view of you wasn’t obscured. “Come an’ cuddle me like you used to do when we went out a’ home and were worse for wear.”

Falling into his side was almost second nature, eyes closing as you let your forehead rest against his jawline and let his worn in cologne fill you senses and scatter your judgment.

You don’t even remember how you ended up kissing that night. A mixture of confessions about missing each other and praise of how good you both were in your own ways. The sound of his whispered, “are you coming home wi’me?” against your lips an offer too good for you to refuse as you sat pressed into his side and half in his lap.

The giggles that night, around dramatic shushes as you tripped and shuffled from the car to his front door were almost haunting in your memory as he tried to chastise you around spluttered laughter about being respectful of his neighbours.

Getting the key in the lock proved unchallenging - one of the better analogies aligned to your memories and latter sexual endeavours - as you slipped into the house. He enjoyed watching the way you walked ahead of him into his home, not realising how much he needed that visual of seeing how well you fit in.

While time seemed to slow in that moment, movements desperately sought the opposite. Hands gripped and clawed like their lives depended upon it.

Looking back now, both he and you wished it hadn’t happened the way it did. Skirt lifted and over the side of his couch. Teeth clashing and hips knocking.

It had been every inch a drunken fumble. A first meeting slightly cheapened but wanted nonetheless. Only made even cheaper by the hush-hush concealing of it ever occurring.

But a secret it was and a secret it would remain.

And oh how you wished you had a pillow you could press you face into right now and scream, this time for an entirely different reason. Unlike that night.

“Not seen a sign of any deer yet, mate,” you heard a voice break you out of your indulgence of recollecting past events. Harry was the worst at wanting to get a reaction.

“Christ, have a bit of patience would yer?”

You smiled at the bickering, just like it always was as the River Dane could be heard in the distance somewhere as you walked. If you listened really close, that is.

Lifting your eyes, your smile lingered as you watched Harry spin his body around and let his hands get lost in the massive pockets of his parka. He walked backwards holding your gaze softly with his eyes twinkling before he gently rolled them at the overreaction and impatience of your friends.

He seemed pleased that you’d enjoyed his teasing as you once again hid you smile into your jumper.

You’d be alright.

***

You heard giggles and screams ahead of you as your friends stumbled in the dark and messed about as you got closer to the viaduct. This place or the people didn’t change, and at times while it filled you with a warm nostalgia, it could be heavily jarring.

A soft and lazy smile pulled at your lips as you felt his heavy forearm lightly tug you closer to him, his lips finding your hair. And then there was Harry.

“Think we should go this way m’self,” Harry mumbled, the nudge of his hips against yours had you stumbling slightly in your heels away from the direction of your friends and somewhere completely different.

“And why’s that?” You turned your face slightly, cheeks warm and flushed thanks to the mixture of alcoholic beverages; eyes glazed as they lifted up to look at him.

“Cause you never would’ve let me when I was sixteen,” he admitted.

“You didn’t ask.”

“‘M askin’ now.”

With slow blinking eyes, you looked at his own unfocused vision. A soft shine to his skin, hair blowing gently against his forehead. The softest of smiles tilted at your lips.

“On yer go,” he nudged you forward, this time more so with his crotch and his hands, which wrapped around your hips to help steer you. Harry was met with only a small amount of resistance from you as you split off from your friends and turned in the different direction.

You bit back your laugh, dropping your head slightly as you felt your heels started to sink into the grass as you walked. Harry was level with you when you sunk down noticing the way you legs slightly gave way, a soft chuckle omitting from his throat as he asked, “You alrigh’?”

“I’m sinking in these bloody things,” you grumbled, pulling your heel from the grass and trying to place the sole of your shoe onto the ground beneath you first.

“So much for no’ being able to take the country out o’ the girl. London’s changed yer, swear it.”

Shaking your head, you cut your eyes to give him a harsh stare for his wind up. His amused expression lit a fire in you like no other. He really wasn’t one to talk though, was he?

“Gi’me your hand ‘ere,” he held his out to you, quickly cupping it when you handed it over and pulled it under his bent elbow. “Remind me again who’s idea this was, eh?”

He didn’t need reminding, he had been one of the keen instigators for the whole jaunt down Twemlow Viaduct. It usually was him, or Jack. The two of them often reminiscing on times they had both raided their parents' alcohol cupboards and managed to sneak out with some dusty bottle that held a liquor that tasted out of date and stale, and if not that then, cheap.

“‘S still fucking freezing down ‘ere, in’it?” He asked, lifting his left hand up to his mouth and blowing against it to try and get some feeling back into his fingers.

“We’re so close to the river, I don’t know why you’d expect anything different?”

“Is this why everyone was always so insistent on necking anything with over 11% alcohol in it when we came down ‘ere as kids?”

“Probably,” you softly laughed.

“‘S a bit different now though innit?”

“Oh, I’m not so sure,” you started to correct him, shrugging your hand out from under his elbow and reaching for your bag. Quickly fumbling with the clasp, you lifted up the quilted flap and managed to pull out the stainless steel hip flask.

Harry cackled a harsh laugh, his eyes crinkling as he slowly let his laughter die down and softly let his joy wash over his features. “Impressive. Gone all proper on me.”

“You know I haven’t,” you held his eyes watching as he nervously cupped at the back of his neck for a short while, a gentle bite down of his bottom lip, as you quickly uncapped the item and held it out to him. He looked like he needed the courage. You continued, “We’re just a bit more refined, that and we earn a good living. Some more than others, and by some I mean you.”

He held his hand up towards you with an amused grin at your comment. “You first, ‘s yours after all.”

Lifting the item and knocking back your head, you swallowed the whiskey with a small grimace, before offering it to Harry once more. This time he accepted, his right hand making light work of taking the item from your hands and sipping at the contents.

His face wasn’t as contorted as your’s when he swallowed, a fan of the chosen beverage if needs must. “‘S the proper stuff, tha’ is,” he commented with a quick lick of his lips before continuing, “Come a long way from sneaking the bottles of dusty Blossom Hill from the back of the cupboard.”

“Don’t know about that,” you smiled, taking the item and pushing it back into your bag. “I’d still drink if, if it were on offer.”

“‘M sure Mum’s got a bottle or two going at home?”

“Is that your way of asking me to go home with you?” You paused. “Again.”

Harry remained silent at your words. Both you and he knew it was going to happen. A mixture of sparks and lovelorn, lingering glances was enough to make anyone both want to give up, while also giving a burning confidence usually unknown.

Neither of you expected it would be you who started the conversation, however.

“It is, ‘f it’s gonna work. ‘M not sure I could wait any longer t’be’onest wi’yer.“

Laughing, you reached up to push at his shoulder. He always knew exactly what to say, but no way was he going to make a laughing stock of the whole thing. “Oh, give over,” you spoke, harshly swallowing when he kept your hand against the thick cable knit black jumper he had on. “You’ve made it this far, thus far just fine.”

“‘M not playin’,” he whispered, hand gently curling around your own and lifting it up to press against his face. His cheeks were warm underneath the cooler hands, despite the cold night whipping around you both and your mind quickly wondered if he was just as embarrassed for his lack of acknowledgment as you had been. “Homes nice, you’re nicer.”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it,” you let your soft voice get taken by the wind.

“An’ what gave you tha’ impression?”

He did. He gave you that impression. By not mentioning it. By treating you how he always did.

“You.”

“Me?” Harry responded, indignantly, blowing out a sigh that had his cheeks puffing out underneath your hand. “‘M not doing a very good job then am I? I can’t keep m’eyes off o’you. ‘S not my fault you don’t bloody notice ‘em.”

But you had noticed them.

His eyes, gaze following your every move, near enough. Stupid little touches. Glances of approval. Not just now, but from years before.

Treating you how he always did.

Oh, treating you how he always did.

Bringing your eyes back to his figure, you saw the way his gaze darted and nervousness dragged at his features. A frown began to set itself between his eyebrows from worry.

“Changes everything.”

Running his tongue along his teeth, Harry pursed his lips. “Everythin’ has changed, changed a long time ago an’all.”

You dropped your hand down, it now massaging against the back of his neck and shoulder as you felt the tension of his body radiating through his clothes. Under the dim moonlight and the odd spotlight that had been added to the viaduct with each passing year for safety, Harry exhumed everything anyone would want in a boyfriend. He was soft, and so bloody gorgeous. Not just because he was personification of an almost six foot tall string of handsomeness, but his character did the talking for him.

He knocked the door before he walked into a room, for example. Who really did that kind of thing anymore?

But you could also still see the heartbreak that lingered, albeit not as strong as it once was, it was still there. And that was problematic and scary. To be on the receiving end of it. Not that you would hold it against him, because you had been him at one point too. At many points in fact.

When the two of you had shagged, because let’s face it that is exactly what it had been, while a sense of familiarity in the person was prevalent it was definitely overruled by the desire to just hit a euphoric high that if hit right could not be topped.

Familiar overruled in other aspects, and it wasn’t to be brushed away. But was familiarity a mask that would slip sooner rather than later? Was it the start and the end?

The both of you experienced similarities in your life that could not be matched by the friends in your friendship group. London had chewed you up and spat you out, ruthlessly so. While rewarding you with long hours but fat pay cheques, careers that catapulted you to new heights and enabled you to see parts of the world that two country kids (which in one way you were) could never have imagined.

Sure Harry’s had been on a much, much larger scale - you would not ever deny that - but you no longer fit in.

And neither did he.

This was a place that only the two of you knew. A place where you watched those around you fall in love and have the time to do so. A place where your friend's happiness was created a lot easier than it wasn’t and allowed a sense of success to weave its way in, through the most unexpected of happenings.

Not a place where you found happiness in your work because there was less of a space for happiness to blossom elsewhere. Not really. Not like you; both of you.

Understanding was vital.

This had been a place you knew like the back of your hand. A place that had you feeling the earth beneath your feet, fresh air in your lungs and had at times made it so you found yourself sitting by a river and finding yourself feeling complete.

Yet looking over at the almost 26 year old, that just wasn’t the case anymore.

And for once you didn’t feel alone.

The sound of the odd piece of cobbled pavement underneath Harry shoes, buried beneath overgrown grass and plants, broke you from your thoughts, as you watched him kick at the ground and scuff his shoes.

He sighed, head tilted back before he knocked it to the side and caught your eyes. A small scoffed laugh left his lips as he shook his head and dropped his gaze to his feet.

“‘S it fucked?”

You hummed, a small frown lacing your features.

“Fucked it, haven’t I? Fuckin’- idiot-“ he breathed out a noise as he clenched his teeth, one that wasn’t quite a growl but enough to let you know he was agitated. Only strengthened by how tight his jaw became.

Before you could even think, the back of your hand gently brushed against the pulsing hinge of his jaw. Muscles taut as you tried to soothe him in a way that your mind was screaming was far too intimate.

You didn’t want him having any internal battle about right and wrong. Not when you had both taken the same steps to get here.

“Thought it was just meant as a one time thing,” you admitted. “Like you needed it, and I needed it. Was what it needed to be at the time. Bit rough, bit sloppy-“

You cringed are the use of the word. Wanting the ground to swallow you in a weird fashion. You should be able to talk open and honestly with someone who you had known longer than hadn’t.

“Rough?“ Harry swallowed audibly, his face fallen. “That’s not-“

His eyes held an emotion similar to sorrow at the mention of the word. “That’s not the impression I wanted to give you.”

“We were both drunk, it happens.”

“Not with me it doesn’t. Not when it’s me, wanting to be wi’you.”

“I mean I was into it if that helps anything?”

“Were yer?”

You looked at him from the corner of your vision, watching his lips try to fight a smile as you rolled yours into your mouth to not give yourself away. You knew what you were trying to do by speaking those words aloud but you wished you hadn’t. Awkward breathy laughs were shared by the two of you as you held his eyes.

“Was I?”

You hummed in agreement to answer his question, letting your smile dance along your lips now and watching as Harry’s dimples started to show. His expression was youthful, slightly smug.

“Good t’know.”

***

Finishing saying your goodbyes to your friends and ignoring their suggestive expression because ‘Harry was stopping as an extra pair of hands’, you shut the heavy wooden door and reached up to close the deadbolt lock at the top. Shortly after, you let your feet drop as you stopped standing on your tiptoes and pressed your forehead against the door.

The silence of the pub was always a strange one to you. A place that was usually thriving, whether it was just your friends, or your parents friends. When the lights were turned out, it was actually quite a lonely place. Regardless of growing up around this sort of industry your entire life and having parents as publicans nothing was more depressing than an empty bar, lifeless and nothing like it was intended.

A suggested lock-in from Jack, who managed to interrupt both yours and Harry’s conversation earlier had not been a bad shout after all. You knew it meant that you would have to deal with the fallout with it being Christmas Eve, but it wasn’t very often that you found yourself in the setting.

Turning to move from the door, you almost jumped out of your skin when you heard the opening of a familiar Lily Allen song start to play over the speakers.

Harry emerged from the corner of the pub that housed the jukebox, slowly rubbing his hands together before he wordlessly picked up the scattered pint glasses that had remained on one of the tables that had been missed by the staff on the evening shift. His eyes glanced over at you, as you stood with a hand to your chest.

This wicked smile and gleam washed over his face as he paused his movement. “Did I scare yer?”

“Do you not think it’s a bit loud?”

He wrinkled his nose at you, a soft shake of his head no, to answer your question.

“‘S your fave innit?” He asked, head nudging to where the jukebox was now hidden.

With a small smile you nodded, “Prefer the Keane version in all honesty.”

“Don’t have it in the bloody jukebox though, d’yer? Can’t like it that much.”

Your smile deepened at his exclaim and how prominent his accent sounded as he spoke, the small clink of the glasses he was holding only heard if you really zoned in.

“Where d’yer want these?” He asked, holding up the five pint glasses he had collected. “Behind t’bar?”

Humming, you nodded and watched as he weaved his way through the tables to you. You frowned as he got closer, not understanding why he hadn’t bypassed you completely.

Once he was close enough to you, you watched as he reached for what you knew to be your own glass of wine that was almost finished.

“Fancy the rest of this or can it go too?”

Looking at him and down to the glass, you gently wrapped your hand around it and brought the lip to your mouth. You knocked the item back quickly, swallowing the rest of your wine, before handing over the now empty glass back to Harry.

“Good girl,” he joked, light laughter lacing each word. “Sit yourself down.”

Wearing an amused and quizzical expression, you let yourself sink down into the wooden chair. Resting your chin on your hand, you spun slightly in your seat to keep your eyes on Harry as he placed the glasses down and lifted the hatch so he could step behind the bar.

With your free hand, you started to tap the worn beer coaster labelled with the Cheshire Brewhouse logo against the table. Part of you hated how Harry had a knack for anything, including knowing his way around a bar.

He busied himself with collating the glasses once more as you let your eyes take in the surroundings you had known, loved and even grown out of.

Your parent’s pub was cosy and friendly. A truly

classic and quintessential British village pub, featuring open fires, bookcases found in the very far corner or the jukebox in the other, lots of old oak and a really pleasant garden with benches for the summat and heaters for the winter. You know the kind that had its regulars that had kids who had seen each other grow up.

The bar was the centre of the pubs house, with an extensive array of whiskies amongst many other delights. A nice range of local ales and a well-balanced, great quality list of wines on offer designed (which you would be taste testing if the service hadn’t decided to take a break) to complement the food menus designed daily by a team of chefs who all have a passion for great cooking using fresh, seasonal and local ingredients.

It looked as Christmassy as Christmas could get, with a real tree which was locally sourced from one of the many surrounding farms and traditionally decorated with golds and reds. Twinkly lights shone, not only on the trees but as part of the garland that was hung above the bar each year, much to the annoyance of your Dad and the delight of your Mum.

Slowly dragging your eyes back to the bar, you watched Harry as he poured you another glass of white wine and started to recap the bottle. He must’ve felt your eyes on him, his gaze meeting yours almost immediately.

“Service is a bit slow,” you jibed, once you knew he was with you. “Going to ruin the reputation of a fine establishment.”

His chuckle was breathy in response, but warmed you through as he turned his back and pushed his tumbler glass up against the device at the bottom of the Glenfiddich distilled malt whiskey, not once but twice going for a double.

“Helping yourself to the stock now, as well.”

“‘M sure your Dad won’t mind,” he responded, twisting his body back around to reach for your own glass and place it onto a tray that sat along the bar top. “In fact he’d probably make a comment about how it’d put hairs on m’chest.”

You laughed, unrestrained, knowing just how right he had been with that comment.

Over the otherside of the room, Harry smiled and shushed you as he walked closer, easily holding the tray with your drinks upon it. “Being a bit loud,” he taunted as he slid the tray down to the oak table.

“Oh, now you’re concerned about the noise.”

With his hand against the back of the chair which was currently housing your outstretched legs, you felt him start to wobble the seat to give you a warning.

“Hang on,” you said, “Plenty of other chairs.”

“This one’s mine,” he responded.

Wanting to roll your eyes but deciding not to, you let your legs drop down and gave the seat back to Harry. Once he was comfortable and he’d taken your drink off the tray, he gestured with his right hand.

Not entirely focused, he had to do the ‘come hither’ motion a couple of times before you finally cottoned on. He was willing to let you put your legs on his lap instead, while he may have taken the seat it didn’t mean he wanted to take away your comfort.

No sooner had your legs been raised to rest against his tan washed velvet corduroy trousers, was he fiddling with the buckle of your stiletto sandals.

“Got mud everywhere,” you commented, wiggling your toes that were painted a festive red and inspecting the little dots of dirt that were splattered against your skin, as Harry dropped the first shoe to the floor and quickly worked on the second. “Dread to think what they smell like.”

“Smell alrigh’ from ‘ere,” he mused, smirk faint but glaring obvious in his tone of voice as he threw a quick and mischievous glance at you. As you elongated your foot against his thighs, the tips of your toes were just about able to press into his thick jumper to try and jab at him for his comment.

Before you were able to put any sort of force behind your action, Harry’s hand clamped down around the top of your foot causing your eyes to snap up away from his hand and up to his eyes.

There he sat watching you, top two teeth pressed into his bottom lip keep his smile at bay. Releasing his lips slowly, his whispered threat left his throat, “I will tickle.”

You tried to fidget away but to no avail. With a whined laugh, you frowned as Harry goaded you by slowly raising his eyebrows. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

You had tried him.

Truth be told you wanted to again.

If he wanted to.

Reaching for your wine, you took a hefty sip and let the silence swallow you both. Harry, who kept his hand on your foot and his fingers dancing gently against the top, let his head fall back awkwardly against the hardwood. His head dropped to the side taking in his surroundings and their familiarity.

“Do you ever get tired of coming back?”

You hummed, sure you had misheard due to the way the blood was rushing around your ears. He turned to look at you, all double chin and puffy cheeks.

“Of everything being the same, but different?”

His whispers captivated you, hushed confessions not quite meant for anyone else but his own mind yet spilling from him with such an ease that he did nothing to fight them.

“I’ll admit, I come home for other people. Not for me.”

“People?”

“Mum, Dad,” you paused. “You.”

His smile deepened. His chin knocking down to his chest, his eyes looking up at you from underneath his curling hair from being caught in the moist winter evening just hours before.

“You can stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you did three nights ago.”

Harry breathed in deeply, his nostrils flaring and his chest expanding. A lick of his lips, before his mouth dropped to sit slightly agape.

“What if I don’t wan’to? What if I want t’look at yer like this all the time?”

You found yourself unable to respond, nose burying itself into your wine glass as you pressed your lips against the cool outside to try and hide your burning smile.

His lips curled lightly, before he breathed a laugh once and gently shook your foot with his hand. “Eh? Come ‘ere-“

“Harry,” you breathed.

“C’mon, c’mere. ‘S room for more than just your feet.”

If it wasn’t for the creak of your chair as you slowly started to push yourself out of it, you wouldn’t have consciously been aware of how you were making your way to him.

His body relaxed, somehow managing to become closer to horizontal than sitting upright in his seat, as he peered as you walking the short distance over to him.

With his legs widened, he pressed his face into your side now that you were close enough. His nose inhaled the familiar scent of your perfume which was only faint now due to the other senses and scents it had mixed with throughout the evening.

Rolling his face out of your body, he knocked his head back and pressed his chin where his face had been. The face you showed him was worn with worry, an expression he did not want to meet.

“‘S wrong?”

His ask was lazy. Not wanting to dig deep and know. What if he didn’t like what he found?

“We know how this is going to end.”

“Do we?” He prodded. His eyes moved over your features quickly before they partly disappeared to him, thanks to your curtain of hair which slowly fell down.

His hand reached up, desperately brushing it away and cupping at the back of your head as best as he could while he remained seated.

“How’s that? Tell me.”

“Same, but different.”

You knew you shouldn’t use his words, not in a way that could be considered against him, but they - in the most ambiguous of ways - described everything perfectly.

“Not if I have my way.”

His words were almost lost against your stomach as he pressed his face against you once more and wrapped his hands around you; sweaty, nervous palms pressing to the backs of your thighs.

“Same, but better.”

Harry guided you down to his lap, his lips somehow managing to remain pressed into stomach, or your chest, or your clavicle, as your face became level with his.

“Different, but better.”

He kissed against your cheek slowly, nose nudging at your skin as he willed for you to relax against him. “I don’t know how you like it, like this,” he whispered in confession. “Show me?”

A puff of air left your lips as you turned to look at him with hooded eyes. His mouth was closer to yours than you originally thought, corners of lips brushing as you slightly pulled away.

When your lips met, it was in the softest of pecks that trembled under your nerves. Both sets of eyes looking back at each other as you innocently engaged.

If you were to take your eyes away from him in any way, you would notice those fluffy curls of his falling over his forehead and the lightest dusting of red blush making itself known against his cheeks and the tops of his ears.

He felt like a school boy, lost and clumsy. The kid who was once again flicking paper at you in science class just so he could pull a face at you over something your teacher was saying to get you to laugh.

Mouths hovering over each other, your breathing mixed, as Harry nodded to you slightly. You pressed your lips to his once more, feeling the way he gradually opened up to you, warmed and softened underneath the puckering of your mouth against his.

His hands, that slightly trembled, smoothed over your hips trying to pull your body so that it was more so flush against his. You moaned softly, your hands running over his jumper covered shoulders, fingers digging and pulling at the material just below the nape of his neck.

The chair beneath you moved lightly against the floor, not quite a scrape but a dull drag. Neither of you broke the kiss, but his hands against you allowed fingers to dig in to hold you steady to him so if you were to fall from where you were sitting, he still had you.

His lips slowed, moving to press against your cheeks again as he panted and his warmth breath bounced off your skin. “Think I got it,” he heaved.

“Do you?”

Harry hummed his ‘yea’, before pressing his lips so tenderly to your chin and the underside of your jaw. He felt how you swallowed heavily, throat dry from the way your mouth hung open and your neck further exposed itself as you lolled your head back.

You were falling further and further back, finding it hard to stay upright as he devoured you and made you weaker with each pulling kiss. His groans were needy, muffled and making your ache. While yours were silent and making his desperate to pull something from you. To build is confidence in that he was doing something right, you liked it this way too.

Hands fumbled and dragged upwards at your skirt, faintly aware now how it was similar - if not the same one - to the garment you wore to his show.

“Gonna take this off properly,” he mumbled, feeling the way your hips moved slightly from his hands to roll over him.

“You don’t have to-“

“No?”

Your voices were rushed as you spoke to each other, barely audible but loud enough all the same. His head was knocked back slightly as you hovered over him and you found yourself admiring his blissed out face even only in the lead up.

This was a sight that you hadn’t received last time, and if you had your way it was one you were going to greedily enjoy in all its glory.

Like watching the way his eyes closed and he softly grinned, the left side of his teeth started to show as the one side of his face reacted first while your hands blindly moved to lift up his jumper and the white tee he had on underneath, to allow you to find the button of his corduroys.

“What ya doing?”

“Nothing,” you mused.

He pulled a face, the kind that down turned his lips, eyebrows raised and head slightly tilted to the side. The kind that had you smiling.

“Not trying to get m’trousers around m’ankles for a second time within a week then?”

You giggled. “No.”

“Please do.”

A low moan left you as you pressed your forehead to his jaw and dropped your eyes. Your hands slowly started to pull at the brass button and pop it open before seeking out the zip thanks to his desperate plea, encouraging you to continue.

Hands quickly sought out the waistband of the trousers and gently pulled at the item. From the way that you were sat, you knew there was no way you were doing to make them budge.

“Stand up fo’ me,” he mumbled, quickly helping you get off his lap so that he could make light work of his clothing and pull down his trousers and underwear.

His bare bum made easy contact with the cushion leather beneath him, eyes carefully watching you as your hands moved to underneath your skirt.

The fabric of your underwear slipped so easily down your legs, his eyes just about caught the sight of them as they pooled against your ankles and you kicked them away.

Legs pressed together, you slowly untucked the v-necked blouse you had chosen and pulled it over your head. Wearing nothing but a fancy black bra, and a tight little skirt you hastily snatched for your wine and took a hefty gulp.

You could feel his eyes on you, a gruff groan catching in the back of his throat and when you finally turned your eyes from where they had been looking down at your heaving chest and how great this bra made your boobs look, causing him to move his hand down to start playing with himself.

His name left your lips in a breathy gasp, causing you to look up quite surprised at the find of his right hand gently tugging at his hard length.

“Keepin’ me waitin’,” he groaned, his left hand sloppily reached for the back of the collar of his jumper and tee, pulling the item roughly over his head.

“Fuck sake,” he mumbled under his breath, agitated that he was unable to get both items of in one go.

“Smooth.”

Harry stared up at you with a playful squint, before he gently fell back and moved the chair as he did so, the dull scrape heard once more.

And if you didn’t know he was flushed before, when you first kissed, you were definitely aware now. His eyes were blown out and hungry as they devoured you. Hair wildly haphazard before he let go of himself with a soft slap of his skin and harshly pushed his fingers through it.

“‘S it still a couple of quid for a strip of three,” his words brought you back to him. This smugness radiated off of him as he groaned and leaned forward to push his trousers down all of the way. Over his vans and socked feet, before he toed them off as well be harshly pulled at his white sport socks.

You didn’t even need for him to explain what he meant, staying silent as you watched his hands tug at his corduroys from the floor and retrieve his wallet. As his fingers moved around to find a couple of quid, the jangle of the coins was taunting.

One leg crossed over the other, you swayed and found yourself blushing when he looked up at you once he’d managed to find enough money and then some. With his wallet thrown on the table, he stood proudly from the seat and closed the short gap between your both.

Leaning forward he easily took your lips with his own before pulling away. With his face still close to yours he whispered, “Promise not to look at my arse.”

He didn’t hang around long enough for your reply, instead turning away and brazenly giving you all the time you would ever need to admire him, his fantastic bum and his hairy legs before he opted for a jog-walk type of thing, suddenly conscious that he was absolutely walking around naked from the waist down in a pub owned by your parents.

While you waited you took a quick pull from his whiskey, needing the heftier burn for Dutch courage. Nervousness returned when you heard the endings of what you believed to be Harry whistling.

“Machine ate all m’fuckin’ change,” he grumbled, regardless of the twinkle in his eye at the strip of overpriced condoms he had managed to score from the men’s bathroom. “‘S Durex. Business must be booming, your Dad’s definitely gone up in the world.”

“Please don’t talk about my Dad.”

He smiled brightly before he reached for your face with one hand and pulled you towards him mumbling his ‘sorry’s’ against your lips as he gave you several kisses in quick succession.

His other arm loosely wrapped around your back and pulled you with him as he walked backwards and slowly lowered himself back onto his previous seat. The chair creaked as you joined him, slipping into his lap and feeling the way he was smiling now.

Pulling away from your kiss, he quickly tore away one of the condoms allowing the others to fall without much care to the floor. Teeth took a hold of the foil-like packaging and he tore it not so elegantly with his eagerness.

With his cock nestled in the crease of his own thigh now, the heat radiating from it matched your own agonising yearning. Scooting back to give him space, you heard him groan as he gently rolled the condom down onto himself. Eyes looking up just in time to see him knocking his head back and breathing deeply through nose. The foil-like packaging was back in between his teeth once more as his hands were otherwise preoccupied.

Slowly your hand reached up to take it from his mouth, feeling some playful resistance as Harry continued to hold it in his teeth. His eyes were open and boyishly sincere, as you tugged at the item and he finally released it when you lightly laughed.

“Gi’me a kiss.”

Obliging him, you leant forward and slotted your mouths together a lot easier than you had done at the start of the night. A heat built easily between the two of you, as Harry gave you his tongue and you felt the flex of his jaw under your hand as he worked your mouths together.

He was eager, his hands tightening on your waist before he growled when he understood he had to grab handfuls of skirt before he could cup your backside. But when his skin met yours and you ground down onto his lap, the groan that left him was the most animalistic sound imaginable.

The frown your face fell into showed your desire to whimper, as he kept you atop him and marvelled in the way you writhed, both from satisfaction and keenness at the pressure of his cock against you.

“Can I have you again?” He asked, the startings of sweaty hair being pushed off your face. His eyes peered at you, searching for his answer as you seemed to be able to do nothing but pant and look back at him yearningly. “Are you letting me?”

You dragged your fingers down his t-shirt covered torso and lifted it slightly just to see the quiver of his stomach as pulled you onto him once more.

“Like this?” you voiced, meekly.

“‘F this is what you like then, yea’”, he breathed into your mouth, hands shifting your pliant body. “Is this what you want?”

You wordlessly nod, mouth falling open in a breathy gasp when he managed to move you so he sat so enticingly at your entrance. He was teasing both yourself and him, wanting to keep you both on the edge.

Harry blinked a few times as he looked at you, and you revelled in the way he couldn’t seem to concentrate. His hands held your flesh tightly, fingertips dipping into the skin of your bum cheeks as he gently guided you down.

An unattractive and dull, quite strangled noise, left your throat as you let your forehead fall against his temple. Eyes falling down you see the cups of your bra fall slack, you felt his hands softly gliding over your shoulder blades and shoulders.

He rid you of your bra, hands moving to your chest to squeeze your breasts. His jaw fell slack when you found yourself sitting snugly on his lap - on him - settled and already feeling spent.

This was so different compared to the last time; if not overwhelming so because of the way you both appeared to be so present. Each movement of your hips, and the way they rolled and grinded and dragged felt too much. So much so that you had become nothing more than a mess of short, quick breathing and blushing, sweaty cheeks.

Slack-jaw, you were unable to find it in you to return Harry’s kisses, and his joyful, breathy chuckle seemed to lead you to believe he was fine with it. In fact he was happy to keep going as you were.

Your movements were frantic, and despite the build up, not entirely driven by lust either. Harry continued to encourage you to move as you were; slow, grinding motions on his lap that caused the filthiest of groans and dirtiest of laughs from the two of you. Laughter that was only made stronger as the chair that held you both started to creak too.

You couldn’t do much about it though other than to breathe into each other’s mouth, and rock your hips together with more fervour each time.

“Yea’,” he breathed against your lips, left hand at the back of your head holding you to him, while his right rested just above your bum. “‘S better. That’s better.”

It was better. Better than last time. Better than anything before.

And while it hadn’t been frantic before, it was now as your legs that were hanging down either side of the chair started to tremble and your toes started to dig into the worn carpet beneath them. Hips knocking and your clit dragging heavenly against his public bone, you grasped his name as you buried your face into his neck and dug your nails into his nape.

Harry hissed his approval which fell to a groan as your nails pushed up into his hair and lightly pulled as you sought leverage. There were so many things you were learning this time around and his penchant for liking his hair pulled from time to time, was one of those things.

“God, ‘m gonna come soon,” he admitted, gruntly as he forced your hips down as he anchored his legs and widened his seating position. “Are you close?”

“Yeah,” you whined. “Yes. Like this-“

And as you pressed your face to his once more, he was everywhere. Soft but hard, loving but commanding. Smelled like clean washing detergent but of country air. Inviting and alluring, allowing you your lingering kisses between grounding breaths that became staccato in unison with the movement of your hips.

You aren’t ashamed of the whines that escaped your throat as you squeezed down on his cock, praised by indecipherable works that left Harry but were nothing more to you than lips moving against your rough and dry ones. Word that made the burning feeling of your pending orgasm spread through your entire body, warming you and setting you alight.

It was long and deep, with your toes curling into the carpet they were pressed against now. Barely able to catch your breath, sucking in harshly and shaking.

And when you came to, thoroughly exhausted, you noticed that he was waiting for your say so. That he could let go and enjoy the pleasure brought about by your shared labour.

“Coming-“ was all the warning that you got and was enough to encourage you to watch him as he came, his face completely void of anything other than pure pleasure. Wrinkles and frowns fade, his mouth falling open with his pink lips glinting prettily under the dim Christmas lights around you.

His forehead gleamed with sweat as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and his hips bucked up one, two and three times for good measure. “Fuck me,” he heaved gruffly.

You were suddenly desperate to feel his lips on yours despite the way you both continued to fight to get your breath back, but settled for resting them against the skin of his cheek, which was hot to the touch.

When you felt Harry start to go soft, you reluctantly pulled away and let him slip out of you. He wasn’t so keen to let you get too far, holding you just that bit higher than before with his hand cupping gently but firmly at your hip. “Where’d you think you’re going,” he hummed, eyes still closed as he continued to heavily inhale and exhale.

You softly smiled, taking in his soft face and responded by nuzzling close to him again.

Nowhere. Somewhere. Anywhere with him.

A place where only the two of you knew, like the back of your hand. The same way you knew each other. Now and possibly forever.

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not so secret santa : j.w

with natalie’s help, jeff is your secret santa this year and proves to be the perfect opportunity to tell you how he feels (1.7k)

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“Come on, I’m not asking for much.” Jeff pleads as Natalie remains silent, scrolling through her phone. “Please, Nat.”

Glancing up from her phone, Natalie can’t ignore the puppy dog look Jeff is presenting. A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she lowers her phone. “You better have a good gift in mind, I’m not sacrificing my secret Santa just for you to fuck up.” Natalie states.

Smiling brightly, Jeff launches onto Natalie as he hugs her tightly. “Thanks, Natalie. I’ve got the perfect thing in mind.”

“I’ve got conditions to it though.” Natalie muffles through Jeff’s arms as he leans back, allowing Natalie to breathe. “You have to get her this,” Holding her phone up, Natalie watches as Jeff’s brows furrow together. “and, tell her how you feel. As I know I’m not the only one who can’t stand you tiptoeing around her anymore.”

“She’s got a point.” David chimes in as he wanders into the living room as Ilya files behind him, nodding in agreement.

“Oh come on, guys. It’s not that bad.” Jeff shrugs his shoulder, but the looks exchanged between his friends says otherwise.

“Dude, Scott was filming the other day and recorded you looking at Y/n in awe as she worked out.” Ilya comments and Jeff knows there isn’t any point denying it, he just can’t help himself when you’re around.

“She’s got a good body and strength.” Jeff comments confidently. “Besides, Y/n doesn’t see me that way, she has said plenty of times how much I mean to her as a friend.” Jeff reminds the others as his heart sinks back in his chest, remembering just last week when he went over to yours.

“What was so urgent?” Jeff asks with wide eyes as he pants lightly whilst you stand in your doorway, wearing your pyjamas as you rub your tired eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” You laugh innocently. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Jeff. I just, I needed help making Christmas cookies.”

Resting his hand against your door frame, Jeff exhales deeply. “You texted me, stating you had an emergency at 10pm, just to make Christmas cookies?”

Nodding in response, you hold your door open further. “So is that a yes you’ll help?” Your smile starts to grow as Jeff steps into your apartment, rolling the sleeves of his hoodie up.

“Where do you wanna start?” He asks, admitting defeat as you happily clap behind him, a spring in your step as you follow him into your kitchen.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeff! You’re the best, my Mom will adore these knowing they’re from her favourite of my friends.” You comment, missing the way Jeff’s smile drops for a second before standing beside him in the kitchen as you gather the ingredients, prepping your kitchen knowing the mess that is about to follow.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Taylor sings as all eyes turn to her. “I’m just saying.” Taylor holds her hands up as Ella nods in agreement.

“It’s not too late to back down from being her secret Santa, Jeff.” Natalie nudges him, but Jeff shakes his head.

“I’m not backing down and like I said, I’ve got the perfect gift.”

“So we’re actually organised this time?” You ask, looking around at everyone sat in David’s living room whilst David sits beside one of the many Christmas trees in his house.

Across the room, Jeff tries to remain composed as Natalie sends him a reassuring smile, knowing two of those gifts under the tree have your name on it and a confession to follow.

“For the first time, it seems so.” David chuckles as he rubs his hands together, scanning over the various presents underneath the tree. “So, how do you guys wanna do this?”

Scott rises to his feet, adorning his Santa hat as he remains dressed as Mrs Claus from recording his music video earlier today. “I’ll hand them out.” He suggests and everyone agrees.

Jeff watches as Scott hands out presents to everyone, the joy radiating in the room as Christmas songs play faintly in the background.

“And this one is for Y/n.” Scott walks over to you, handing you the soft present wrapped neatly with a ribbon and perfectly tied bow on top.

“Wow, who paid for gift wrap?” You chuckle, looking around at everyone as they remain silent, no one admitting who their secret Santa was just yet.

Watching in earnest, Jeff is distracted as he’s handed his present, quickly catching your smile as you look away from him.

“Okay, go ahead and unwrap your gifts.” David states as the sound of paper tearing fills the room and excited responses follow suit.

Yet, Jeff puts his gift to one side as he focuses on you unwrapping yours.

Ripping the paper off, you pause as you look at the gift on your lap. “What’d you get, Y/n?” Natalie asks you, a bright smile on her lips as you remain quiet.

Feeling his heart rest in his throat, Jeff takes a deep breath as you lift the hoodie out from the paper. “I, this is just,” Struggling to form words, you look around at everyone before your eyes land on Jeff. You silently mouth a thank you as tears fill your eyes.

No words are exchanged between you both as everyone continues to film for their channels and social media, slowly filing out of the room until it’s just you and Jeff sat in silence.

“I thought you might like it.” Jeff speaks up as he rests his arms on his thighs, trying to suppress his leg from shaking as you hold the hoodie in your hands, your fingers running across the fabric.

Lifting your head up, Jeff’s heart melts as tears fall from your eyes. “You did this, for me?” Your voice remains soft as Jeff nods. “But why?” Curiosity encroaches in your tone as you wipe your eyes, Jeff taking the chance to sit down beside you.

“Well, I remember that time your Mom came to visit you.” Jeff starts, remembering the day clearly despite it being months ago.

“Oh honey, I brought you something!” Your Mom exclaims as she reaches into her bag whilst Jeff busies himself in your kitchen, having come over to help you film as he knew your Mom was visiting.

“Mom, I told you I don’t need anything.” You roll your eyes playfully, just as Jeff walks into the room with three mugs.

“Thank you, dear, you’re a true gentleman.” Your Mom gushes to Jeff as he chuckles, shaking his head before sitting down in your armchair. “It’s in here somewhere,” Your Mom mutters under her breath before grabbing something and lifting it out.

“Mom, why did you bring that?” You ask, trying to conceal the fact you were beginning to get hot from embarrassment whilst Jeff watched curiously.

Holding your old teddy up, your Mom raises an eyebrow to you. “Honey, you loved this teddy, you brought it everywhere! Honestly, Jeff, she could never sleep without it!” A laugh is shared between Jeff and your Mom whilst you internally groan.

“I’m an adult Mom, I don’t need my teddy bear.” You sigh, but the sight of the ratty teddy bear does warm your heart. “But, since you brought it all this way, I guess I’ll keep it.” You reach out, taking the teddy in your hands as you keep it on your lap, the sight something Jeff hopes he’ll never forget.

“But, how?” A laugh escapes your lips as you run your index finger across the embroidery sitting on the left breast of the hoodie, an exact replica of your teddy bear down to the bowtie around its neck.

Jeff shrugs a shoulder in response. “I have connections.” He states. “And since you always steal my hoodies, I thought I’d give you one to keep and make it personal to you.” He adds, watching as you slip it on.

The sleeves hang over your hands, it clearly doesn’t fit but your smile grows. You loved Jeff’s hoodies as they felt like a warm hug from him, enveloped in his aftershave even if he wasn’t there with you.

“I just, this is the most thoughtful present anyone has ever gotten me, Jeff.” You admit as Jeff rests his hand on your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that fall as you sniff quietly.

“There’s erm, something else I got for you too.” Jeff mutters as you focus on his eyes as your hand rests on his thigh, the distance between you both minimising.

“Okay?” You chuckle under your breath.

“You have to close your eyes first if that’s alright with you.” Jeff asks as you nod, complying as you close your eyes.

Taking a steady breath, Jeff closes his eyes and leans in until his lips are on yours. It takes a moment for you to respond, and once you do, the kiss deepens as you lift your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you lean back on the sofa, Jeff leaning over you.

Pulling away, you rest your forehead against Jeffs. “Was that the present or something you just felt like doing?” You question, rubbing your lips together as Jeff smirks.

“A bit of both.” He admits. “But I like you, Y/n, a lot. And if you’ll let me, I’d love to take you out sometime.”

“I thought you’d never ask, Jeff.” You breathe out, kissing Jeff softly as the sound of applause interrupts your moment.

Breaking apart, you look up to see all your friends stood with their phones and cameras.

"It's a Christmas miracle!” Natalie yells as Todd stands behind her, his arms around her waist. “There’s still one more present, and now I think you might actually have a use for it.” She motions to the small gift on the sofa, and Jeff reaches over for it.

Passing it to you, you unwrap it and bury your face in the sleeves of Jeff’s hoodie.

“Stay safe you guys.” David laughs whilst Natalie winks to you.

“I’m sure we’ll put them to good use.” Jeff mutters into your ear as you look up to him, quirking a brow before kissing him once more.

“Just you wait, Wittek.” You giggle. “Just you wait.”

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