#but only four because today's requests were luckily a bit on the shorter side and headcanons only!

[cerise-on-top]

Hi, love your writing. it's so good 💚💚

Could I request some HC for LV + Graves who have an S/O who has three cats that love to sleep on top of them?

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Thank youuuu! That's very kind of you! This ask actually inspired me to text my friend again and ask her for some cat pics since those critters are just so goshdarn adorable!! I wish I had a cat! I once had a tortoise, though, and she was just the most lovely and adorable little thing out there! I loved her so dearly! Anyway, thank you for the request!

Alejandro, Rodolfo and Graves with an S/O with Three Cats

Alejandro: He gives off quite some canine energy, so there’s a chance your cats won’t like him too much. That, of course, you can try to combat by having him feed them. Either way, if they like Alejandro, then you can expect him to be all over your cats, always talking to them, petting them, picking them up, kissing them and what else it is you do with a cat. He loves your little kitties and would kill someone for them. Although he’s more of a dog person himself, he doesn’t prefer dogs by much, so he can really go either way. When he sees just how cuddly your cats are and when they take a nap on his chest while he’s watching TV with you or something, he will not hesitate to pet the cat, scratch the little fella behind its ears and try his best to make them purr. He loves the sound and the vibration, it brings good vibes and makes him just as content as the cat. The rule that one must not move when a cat is sleeping on top of them holds true for him. If he needs to use the bathroom while one of your cats is sleeping on him then he’ll just have to endure until it wakes up. But if he’s content as well, then he might just cuddle the cat, or your cats even, and take a nap himself. While he’s not usually one for napping, he will when he genuinely can’t move because of your lovely little felines. If your cats let him, he will give them big hugs as well. Is so smitten, he’ll buy them some toys and play with them, if he has the time. And if your cats are too lazy to actually play, then he’ll pick them up and lovingly scold them for being so unmotivated. Meows back at cats too.

Rodolfo: He gets along well with just about any animal. While he’s not scared of them per se, he does have a healthy amount of respect for them and won’t just walk up to your cats to give them pats and kisses and hugs. He will comply if your cats walk up to him because they’re curious, but he really doesn’t want to annoy them or worse, end up with him getting scratched. While he may not meow back at your cats either, he will talk to them as though they’re regular human beings. It’s somewhat funny, he takes them seriously and will, in a deadpan tone, tell them that there will be no more snacky treats for the evening. No matter how annoying your cats might get, he won’t budge. His decision is final, so there are no more snacky treats. He quite likes the thing where if you scratch a cat’s butt, it will move it upwards. Loves doing that to your cats, it’s funny and endearing to him. When your cats are sleeping on top of him, then he won’t particularly budge either. He’ll pat them, but he will also move them if he really needs to use the bathroom. No privileges for your cats this time. However, considering he is, more often than not, pretty tired, he will pretty much always take a nap with your cats if he can. The pressure on his chest is comforting to him, plus he gets to feel something nicely warm and furry on top of him as well. However, he sometimes moves in his sleep, which might wake up your cats, which might wake up him. It’s a never ending circle, but if he can, he’ll just sleep with your cats in his arms. Take a picture of him like that and he’ll try to take embarrassing pictures of you as well with your cats.

Graves: He is definitely more of a dog person, since those are strong and reliable. A cat will meow at you in the dead of the night because it knocked over its water bowl and can’t turn on the faucet on its own. Honestly? He always has something to complain about. Your cat pooped again. It knocked over the food bowl. It farted in his face. Things like that. He means them, but the way he says those things is sort of just funny. Imagine a 40 year old man having beef with a cat. He has very little shame when it comes to scolding your cats. At first, he will use his human words to get them to listen. But as soon as he realizes they believe it’s snuggle time, he will meow at them, making the situation even worse. However, every time you hand him one of your cats, he will take it from your arms and cuddle it a bit. Every time one of the critters walks up to him, demanding attention, he will pick it up and carry it around a bit. Sometimes in his arms, sometimes he just slings the cat over his shoulder and keeps it there. It’s sort of funny, he might pretend to really hate them, but he would never yell at them, only be stern and tell them to not be so gluttonous. When your cats are sleeping on top of him, he does not move an inch. He would never admit it, but they are your shared furry babies and he, like any American, would shoot anyone who ever tried to hurt you or them. Takes naps too when he can, or when nothing of interest is on TV, but he prefers getting to hold something instead of having your cats lie on top of you. You can take pictures of him to show him that he really doesn’t hate your cats as much as he pretends to, but he will always claim you photoshopped it, despite knowing fully well that happened.

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The Necklace - Captain Rex

Request: no Pairing: Captain Rex x jedi!reader Summary: Five times you and Rex have given each other your necklace, and the one time you wear it for the last time Warnings: major character death!!, angst, mentions of serious injuries, burning, blood, bruises Word count: 3.2K A/N: I always wonder why do I do this to myself .. anyway, my brain made me write this and put it out there. I deeply apologise for this feel free to send me ur therapy bills TAG LIST (all star wars fics): @parker-natasha​ @romanoffstarkovs​ @just-deka​

One.

It’s quiet in the Temple. You have to admit it’s rarely crowded in the halls. The Temple is quite a large building, and not nearly enough Jedi to fill it. And even if there were, at least half would be off fighting the war.

You’re grateful for the time you get to spend at the Temple. The long hallways always calm you down. No matter how long you had been away, it always felt good to come home to the Temple where you’d grown up.

It’s the place where you learned the ways of the force, where you’d spent hours reading everything you could find on the Jedi and their ways. You’d meditated in the gardens countless of times, and you’d found your family.

But most importantly, you met Rex.

He knew just as well as everyone else attachment was against the Jedi code. Still, you were pulled to one another by some sort of feeling you couldn’t explain. It made you want to spend every moment you got with him.

As your relationship blossomed, you knew you had to talk about the restrictions. You didn’t like it, but there were just some rules you had to follow, for both yours and Rex’ sake.

It didn’t stop you from occasionally sending a flirtatious wink his way, if only to watch his cheeks flush as he tried to remain focused on his tasks.

You were desperate for some kind of affection outside the safe walls of your quarters. When you were on a planet near the Outer Rim, and you waited as they refuelled your ship, you took the opportunity to check out the local market.

You found a beautiful, handcrafted silver necklace, and you just couldn’t leave it behind. When you got back to Coruscant, you showed the necklace to Rex, and you noticed how much he loved it.

When you wanted to give the necklace to him, he declined, saying it looked too good on you, that he couldn’t take it from you. So, you made a promise. The one wearing the necklace would give it to the one who wasn’t wearing it whenever they saw them, with the promise they’d be there to wear it again next time you’d meet.

Your walk around the Temple takes you through the silent halls. You don’t really notice where you’re going, your mind wandering off to other places. You turn a corner and see a door opening in the distance.

A few Jedi, Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Mace and Yoda exit the room, followed by Rex and Cody. You smile at them and they all greet you as they go their separate ways.

Rex is deep in conversation with Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Cody, but briefly stops when you pass him. He takes the necklace off and gives it to you with a smile. You return the smile as you put it on, and Rex continues his conversation with the others while you continue your walk, the necklace bouncing against your chest with every step you take.

Two.

You’ve done it a thousand times before, but landing near a battle is still something that could get your anxiety up. That creeping fear that a well aimed blaster shot could take out your engines and send you to the ground a lot faster than you intended, would never ease.

You hold on tight as the ship starts its landing.

The 501st and the 212th were already on the scene, fighting for their lives. Everyone had thought that they would manage, but that was before the Separatists sent in reinforcements. Because you and your men were closest, you received an urgent comm from Anakin and didn’t hesitate before gathering all of your men and heading towards their position.

Once you’ve landed and everyone has left the ship, you start giving out orders. Even though you’re not near the heat of the battle, you have to yell to be heard over the shouts and blaster shots from others.

You send your men to the frontlines while you take your second in command to look for the other generals and commanders.

As you’re running through the chaos, you’re contacting Anakin. Luckily, he responds almost immediately.

‘We saw your ship!’ he says loudly. ‘We’re on the right side, near the trees!’

‘Copy!’ you shout in your comm and you wave your second din command over, making for the tree line in the distance. You glance at the troopers as you’re running, trying to find Rex. He might be next to Anakin and Ahsoka, waiting for you to arrive. But you know Rex, and it’s also very possible he’s in the front lines.

It takes shorter than you expected to cross the battlefield. When you make it to the trees, you quickly spot your fellow Jedi, and Rex and Cody along with them.   Ahsoka is the first to notice you, and she waves at you as you’re running toward them.

You come to a halt in front of them, panting.

‘Thanks for coming so quickly.’ says Obi-Wan.

‘Yeah.’ you manage to say in between breaths. ‘What’s our status?’ you ask as you take off your necklace and blindly hand it to Rex, who is standing next to you.

‘We’re suffering a lot of casualties.’ says Ahsoka, not taking notice in you giving Rex the necklace.

‘You and your men are much needed.’ says Rex, and you turn to look at him. ‘We’re severely outnumbered.’ he says as he puts on the necklace.

‘We have a plan, though.’ says Anakin, and he starts explaining it.

Three.

It takes you a while to figure out what caused you to suddenly wake. You didn’t have any plans or meetings you had to attend to today, and you had planned on a relaxed morning of just staying in bed.

Your legs are tangled with Rex’, and one of his arms is swung across your stomach. Mornings like these are rare, and you wish you could stay like this forever.

No war, no pain or suffering, no Separatist this or Jedi business that. Just you and Rex, holding each other.

Occasionally, you hear soft snores coming from his side of the bed. You raise your hand to softly run it over his back. It’s only then, that you realise it isn’t his snores that woke you.

You comm is beeping furiously on the bedside table.

For one of the first times, you’re seriously considering just ignoring it. You didn’t have any plans today, you even declined Ahsoka’s offer of a training session, stating you needed your rest now that you didn’t have any formalities to attend. And with rest you meant staying in bed with Rex.

But what if it’s important? Says an annoying little voice in the back of your head.

You groan softly, reaching out to try and get a hold of your comm. You can’t reach it, but you also don’t dare to shift, scared of waking Rex. So instead, you use the Force and let your comm device land in the palm of your hand.

‘Yea?’ you say. It’s Anakin who answers.

‘Hey, Y/N, do you think you’ve got time to go over some maps with me? I’m assigned to traveling with Senator Amidala, she needs to go settle another trade incident. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but these maps sure do.’ he says.

‘Can’t Padmé go over those maps with you if she’s the going to the planet in the first place?’ you ask, not wanting to leave your comfortable and warm bed.

‘She’s on Naboo. I’m supposed to pick her up on the way there.’ answers Anakin.

‘Okay, fine. I’ll come see you at your quarters in a few minutes.’ you say.

‘Thanks!’ says Anakin.

You sigh and throw the comm device on the bed. You look to your side and see Rex is still asleep. It makes you chuckle. You could probably drop a bomb on the building, and the sound just wouldn’t wake him up.

You slowly untangle your legs from his and lift his arm so you can get up. You silently get dressed before hovering over his body.

Kisses are pressed to his cheeks, nose and forehead. Rex only shifts a bit, but doesn’t wake up. You take the necklace off and carefully place it around his neck. With one last kiss, you leave your quarters and head for Anakin’s.

Four.

You exhale sharply when you land on your back.

‘And that-’ says Ahsoka’s voice above you. ‘Is how you take someone out when you don’t have your lightsaber on you.’

A small round of applause comes from the younglings you’re teaching. Originally, they were Ahsoka’s class but she asked you to join her in some examples, and you agreed. Though she hadn’t told you just how many times she was going to throw you on the ground.

‘Impressive.’ you say as you take a hold of Ahsoka’s extended hand and allow her to pull you to your feet.

‘All right kids.’ you say to the small group of younglings in front of you. ‘You’ve seen how it works now. Pair up with someone else and go try it out yourselves.’

They all excitedly pair up and get to work. You smile as you watch them struggle, thinking back to your own training sessions as a youngling.

‘I’m pretty sure we weren’t that small when we were younglings.’ you say to Ahsoka. ‘You were.’ she says, making you raise your eyebrows at her. ‘I’m taller than you.’ you protest, making her laugh out loud.

You watch the younglings for a while, correcting them every now and then. They’re very good for kids their age, and you can tell they’re fast learnings. You’re wondering if one of them might become your padawan, and about all the things you could teach them.

Just as Ahsoka tells everyone to take a break while she explains the next useful movement, the door to the training hall opens.

The clones didn’t train much in the Temple’s halls, but they did on the occasion theirs was too crowded. Or if they had been near the Temple and didn’t feel like traveling far.

A couple of the 501st have entered the room, and you scan their faces for Rex. He’s the last one to enter and you smile at him as he makes his way toward you. When he’s almost reached you, he takes off the necklace.

Just as he hands it to you, one of the younglings gasps loudly.

‘You’re Captain Rex of the 501st!’ he says.

Rex looks at him and nods. ‘That’s right kid. Keep up your training and I might see you out on the front some day.’ he says and the younglings look up at him in awe.

You chuckle at their reaction and shoot Rex a wink. He smiles at you, waves at Ahsoka, and then returns to his brothers to start their training session.

Five.

You don’t get a lot of free time nowadays. So when you do, you use it well. You’re currently in the gardens, meditating.

When you were younger, you didn’t like meditating very much. You would much rather be working on your lightsaber skills, than sitting in one spot of hours.

But as you got older, you realised the importance of connecting with the Force, and you started to appreciate alone time more.

Luckily, the gardens weren’t very crowded when you arrived. You took place in your favourite spot, closed your eyes and slowed your breathing.

After a while, you noticed other people’s presences in the force fading away one by one. Until you could feel no one else’s presence, and it was just you.

You’re unaware how much time has passed, when you sense a familiar presence coming closer.

You smile, but keep your legs crossed and your eyes closed. You hear footsteps coming closer, until they come to a stop right next to you.

There must be no one else watching, because you feel how Rex presses a kiss to your cheek. You then feel something cold be placed carefully around your neck. You smile again and after another kiss to your cheek, Rex leaves again, and you continue your meditation.

Six.

This war had taken too much from too many people. Everyone was tired of it, and everyone just wanted it to end. You were tired, too. You’d seen too many of your friends die, and too many innocent people you couldn’t save.

You weren’t a soldier. You’re a peacekeeper. But you can’t remember the last time you actually referred to yourself as one, let alone feel like it.

Still, the war raged on, like a hot fire turning everything in its path into ashes, leaving nothing but grief and sorrow behind. The war was unforgiving, merciless, swallowing everyone and everything in its path.

You couldn't stand by and watch anymore. Especially when all the fighting got too close for your taste.

You'd been sent to a planet you visited a lot when you were a child. It was a peaceful, neutral planet. Until the Separatists came to claim it. The planet's original inhabitants didn't have the proper training or recourses to fight, so the Republic sent you and your men there.

When you got to the planet it was nothing but chaos. The Separatists had wanted to take control of the planet for its strategic location. It seems they would do anything to get their hands on it.

Including wiping out an entire race of people.

You couldn't let that happen. You had been right there to see so many people get injured or killed because of the Separatists. You wouldn't stand by and watch yet another peaceful planet be taken.

The Separatists were using a new kind of droid, one that could follow orders all at once because of one single command center. You'd sent your men to keep fighting on the front lines, and to protect the people.

You would disarm the command center, so their commands couldn't get to the droids on the battlefield.

But you weren't an expert on shutting down such a massive command center on your own. While thinking back to all the happy memories you made in the past when you visited this planet, the only option you could think of was to blow up the entire command center.

You didn't have any explosives on you, so you decided to fling both of your lightsabers into the power generator. At the time, you didn't even know if it would work. Turns out it did. Maybe it worked a little too well.

The blast was enormous. You successfully blew up the entire command center, and your men could pick the droids off like target practice.

But when your second in command didn't hear back from you, he sent a few men to go and look for you.

They found you near the center of the blast, severely injured and barely alive.

They rush you back to the ship and on the way back to Coruscant, while the medical droids aboard the ship do the best they can. But they're losing you, and it's unwise to move you at this point, so they keep you aboard the ship.

Having heard of your state, both Anakin and Ahsoka rushed to the ship you're on in the hangar.

They watch anxiously as the medial droids fuss over you. Ahsoka can see your body is as good as lost, but she can still sense your presence in the Force. It's all she can hold on to.

Meanwhile, Anakin is trying to get a hold of Rex. He'd been suspecting something was going on between you and his captain. He figured if anyone needed to be there, it's Rex.

'Yes?' says Rex when he finally answers his comm.

'Rex, you need to get here.' says Anakin, voice slightly breaking as he talks. He was so terrified to lose you.

'Everything alright, sir?' says Rex.

'It's Y/N.' says Anakin.

Rex is quiet for a while.

'Rex?' says Anakin.

'Where is she?' asks Rex, and they can all hear how he tries to keep his voice steady.

'On the ship in the hangar. They just arrived but they can't move her.' says Anakin.

'I'm on my way.' says Rex.

Anakin knew for a fact Rex was nowhere near the hangar, but he arrives there in mere minutes. He must have ran all the way here.

Ahsoka stops Rex before he can enter the room you're in. Rex is breathing heavily, pressing a hand to his side which is aching from the sprinting.

'Rex.' says Ahsoka softly. 'She's not-'

But Rex doesn't let her finish, he pushes her aside and enters the room.

He nearly breaks at the sight of you. Rex blindly reaches for something to steady him as he stumbles on his feet, and Anakin catches his arm.

Rex' eyes fill with tears as he looks at you.

This is not how he remembers you. This is not how you looked when you cheerfully waved him goodbye as your ship took off.

The robes you always wear are covered in dust and ashes. There's burn marks all over them. On some places, the fabric of the robes was completely gone, showing the burn wounds on your skin.

The side of your head is crusty with a mixture of dried blood and dirt. One side of your body is littered in bruises, from where you must have hit a wall.

'There was a blast.' mumbles Anakin. 'She blew up the generator and disarmed all of the droids. She saved an entire planet from the Separatists.'

Rex presses a hand to his mouth and mumbles something in Mando'a which Anakin doesn't understand.

He slowly approaches the bed, one hand reaching out to hold yours. His other hand is clutched around the necklace he wears.

This wasn't happening. You still had to win the war, get your own apartment for the two of you, tell war stories to new friends. This couldn't be the end of your story. This couldn't be his last memory of you.

Rex lets go of your hand to stroke your cheek.

Anakin and Ahsoka leave the room, giving Rex a moment of privacy.

'Wake up, mesh'la.' says Rex softly, voice breaking at almost every word he says. 'Wake up so I can give you the necklace. You promised you'd always be there to take it from me when we'd see each other.'

And you do wear the necklace one more time. Rex slid it around your neck, and buried it along with your body.

And every battle he fights in the future, he does in the name of his beloved General Y/L/N. There was no reason to keep it a secret any more. He'd dedicate every single fight to you. He owed you that much. He kept your memory alive.

Every night, his heart aches because of the absence of your shared necklace. The absence of your love, and your promise to always be there.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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sunflowers (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [Smut]

Title: sunflowers  Rating: Explicit  Length: 3600 Warnings: Smut (pregnancy sex, fingering, cuninglus, they’re so raunchy) Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in Februrary 1997. Here is a link to the house that’s described and the dress she’s wearing.  Full disclosure this is not one of my favorite chapters, but YOLO. This is 100% Javier being turned on by the dress she’s wearing. Summary: Javier enjoys the dress Reader chooses to wear. 

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“I can’t wait until we have our own backyard.” You mused as you joined Javier on the porch swing. You had always coveted the Murphy’s backyard, which was ironic considering you had only ever pictured yourself living in an apartment. 

The idea of a house — a real home had never crossed your thoughts. 

You grinned at Javier as you stole the sunglasses off his face, lifting the hem of your sundress to clean them off. You turned to meet his gaze as you pushed them up the bridge of your nose. Sure, you could get your own sunglasses… but where was the fun in that?

Javier slid his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “Hopefully those assholes don’t outbid us again.” He sighed, curling his hand around your hip and giving it a squeeze. 

“Maybe we should let them know who they’re bidding against.” You quipped as you rested your head against his shoulder, watching Josie as she played with Olive and Emily across the yard. They seemed to be in hot pursuit of an iguana or some other Florida-fauna. Steve was keeping a close eye on them. 

You closed your eyes as you tilted your face upwards, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. “I’m glad the weather held out today. There’s definitely something to be said about seventy degree days in February.” 

“So am I.” Javier reached across to rest his hand on your stomach, his fingers sprawling out over the curve. “I like this dress.”

“Of course you do,” You rolled your eyes and swatted at his leg playfully. 

It was one of your favorite sundresses. You had worn it frequently last summer, but it definitely wasn’t made to be a maternity dress. The hem fell just below your mid-thigh, shorter now that your stomach had claimed extra fabric. And the sunflower pattern was stretched out where the soft fabric clung to your rounded belly. 

You despised the frumpy clothes that all the stores thought pregnant women wanted to wear. When you already feel like you’re becoming a beached whale, why would you want to wear a potato sack? 

This dress was cute… and your boobs looked amazing in it. Which was an added perk to the outfit. 

“What?” Javier feigned innocence as he tilted his head to look at you. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” You laughed and shook your head. You knew exactly where his mind had gone, given the way he was gripping at your hip. “I’m going to go see if Connie needs any help in the kitchen.” You told him as you pressed a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Hey,” Javier grabbed your hand as you started to get up, “I’ll come too, baby.” 

You interlaced your fingers with his, squeezing lightly as you headed through the glass sliding that led into the Murphy’s kitchen. 

You and Javier had always been very physical people. You had never shied away from touching him, even years ago when you were both just friends. But today, you were certain he was being extra touchy. It had started at the condo — he’d held you from behind while you brushed your teeth in the bathroom, followed by his hand on your knee for the duration of the drive over to their house. And now you were certain he hadn’t taken his hands off of you since you arrived. 

“Something smells good,” You remarked as you released his hand and moved towards the stove to look at what Connie was making. You pulled Javi’s  sunglasses off and tucked them into the front of your dress. 

“I’m trying out this new recipe for stovetop enchiladas.” Connie explained, gesturing to the cast iron skillet on the stove. “One of the nurses on the floor gave me the recipe. I’m not sold on it yet.” She smiled at you, “How are you handling spicy food?”

You shrugged a shoulder, “Surprisingly it’s not as much of a trigger as it was with Josie.” You glanced back at Javier, who had his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the kitchen counters. And his eyes were very much on your ass. 

Oh. 

“Javi,” You started with a too-sweet voice, smirking when he met your gaze. He knew you caught him staring. “What do you think of this?” You gestured for him to come closer. 

He pushed off the counter and walked towards the stove, hands on his hips. “Hmm.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head as he looked at the skillet. “I wouldn’t call these enchiladas.” He offered Connie a sympathetic smile. “But it smells good.”

Connie sighed, “Let’s just hope it tastes good too.” She laughed a little as she moved towards the other side of the kitchen to finish working on the bowl of guacamole. 

Javier’s hand moved to rest at the small of your back briefly, smoothing his fingers over your back for he trailed them lower. You bit your lip when he gave your ass a light squeeze. “Hopefully we get the new place.” He remarked, looking towards Connie as his hand lingered on your ass. “We’re looking forward to entertaining.”

“Everyone except Tracy and Jeff.” You added with a laugh. “There’s so much room. I don’t think I’ve ever lived anywhere with that much square footage.”

He nodded in agreement, “I think pop’s ranch is the only place I’ve been that compares.” Javier walker back towards the counter he’d been holding up before, staring across the kitchen at you. 

“I mean I love the condo, but…” You made a face. “I can’t imagine the four of us living in it comfortably.” Your hand went to your stomach. “Plus Josie deserves her own room.”

“And the master walks out to the patio.”

“It also has a massive bathroom.” You pointed out. “That tub would change my life. I haven’t had a bathtub since my first place out of college.” 

Connie shot you a look, “You’re making me jealous! I can’t wait to see it when you have a housewarming party. Because you’re getting it.” 

“Don’t be too jealous.” Javier rubbed at the back of his neck, “It doesn’t have nearly half the backyard you and Steve have.” 

“We traded indoor space for outdoor space.” Connie said as she grabbed something from the fridge. “Luckily the girls don’t mind sharing a room.” 

“If ours decide they want to sleep together, then we’ll have a guest room.” You remarked as you walked over to where Javier was. “There’s plenty of space.” 

Javier shifted closer to you, draping his around your shoulders. “It’ll be nice to have something that’s fully ours. I’ve never bought a house before.” 

“It’s surreal.” You leaned into him, sighing softly. “Hopefully the owners don’t make us wait much longer. I’d like to be able to move in before I look like a beach ball.” 

“You look beautiful,” Javier whispered as he pressed a kiss to the spot just beneath your ear. The way that his breath danced over your skin had goosebumps forming. 

If this was how he was going to handle things two could certainly play that game. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re sweet, Javi.” You said slowly, tracing your fingertips over the patch of skin where his shirt was unbuttoned. “Go see if Steve needs help with the girls.” 

His lips parted, “But—”

You cut him off with a kiss. 

Connie had her back turned towards you both as she tended to the skillet on the stove. And you were just bold enough, thanks to him, to slip your hand a little lower. You lightly grazed your fingers over the slight bulge in his jeans. 

“Later.” You promised, grinning up at him as you pulled away. “Hey Con, do you need any help?”

“Could you get the cheese out?” She requested. “Do you think it would be best to put it in a bowl? That way everyone can choose how much they want.” 

“That sounds like a plan.” You answered as you headed for the fridge.

Javier hadn’t budged from the spot you had left him in and you were fully aware of the fact that he was watching you.

You bent over to get the bad of shredded cheese out of the bottom drawer, knowing that your skirt had risen up the backs of your thighs. 

The glass door slid shut harshly as Javier ducked out of the kitchen quickly. 

 ———

 “What are you doing?” You questioned as you stepped out of the bathroom and found Javier lingering in the hallway. 

“I was waiting for you.” Javier answered before he closed the short distance between the two of you. He pressed you back against the wall. 

You pushed your fingers through his hair, looking up at him as your heart hammered in your chest. “You’re full of yourself today.”

“Baby, you’ve been driving me crazy all day.” He dragged his hands over your hips. Javier leaned in and kissed you and you melted from the intensity of it. 

Your fingers curled around the back of his neck, nipping lightly at his bottom lip as you pulled back. “We can’t do this here, Javi.” You breathed, brushing your nose against his. 

“They’re teaching the girls badminton,” Javier whispered, kissing you again. “They’re busy.” He ran his hand along your side. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day, baby.”

“Javier.” You warned softly, even as you dragged your fingers through his hair. “What has gotten into you?”

“That dress is really doing it for me.” Javier told you, sighing heavily as he took a step backwards heeding your warning.

“I wore it all of last summer.” You grinned at him, cocking your head to the side. “What changed?”

He pointed looked downwards at your stomach and you couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”

“You’re such a man.” Your hands went to your hips as you shook your head at him. “You wouldn’t be this horny if I had on one of those hideous maternity dresses.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “You could be dressed in one of those potato sacks and I’d still want you, baby. You look… gorgeous.”

You smiled warmly at him, taking a step towards him. You brushed your fingers over the column of his throat as you leaned up to kiss him again. “You’re such a jackass.” You muttered against his lips as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. 

Javier’s hands trailed from your waist to your hips as he pressed you up against the wall again. His tongue swept out over your lips as they parted, seeking entrance. His hand slid lower, rough fingers dragging over the smooth skin of your upper thigh, just beneath the hem of your dress. 

The sound of the glass door in the kitchen sliding closed jerked you out of the moment. You pushed at his chest gently, slipping out from between him and the wall. While neither Connie nor Steve would be surprised by the two of you making out — you really didn’t want to be that person. As tempting as it was.

You quietly retreated back into the bathroom, pulling the door shut as quietly as possible. You turned the sink on, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed with desire he’d started to stoke within you. 

You couldn’t blame him… you did look hot in the dress. 

“What are you doing Javi?” Steve questioned from the other side of the door. You bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

“Waiting for her.” Javier answered. “Morning sickness.” 

You coughed quietly, before shutting the water off. “It wasn’t the enchiladas!” You called out through the door. “Don’t worry Connie about it.” 

“I learned a long time ago not to comment on the cooking,” Steve retorted with a laugh. “I hope you feel better. I just came in to get some water.” 

You pulled the door open a crack, “Hey Javi, do you mind coming in here?” 

“Sure thing, baby.” Javier stepped inside and smirked once the door closed behind him. 

“Don’t get any ideas.” You warned him, even as your eyes swept over the length of him. It wasn’t fair how easily he could get you wound up. “We’re not doing this here.” Your hands went to your hips, staring him down. “But you are going to take me home. Sooner, rather than later.” 

Javier reached out and traced his fingertips over your cheekbone as he leaned in to kiss you. “You’ve given us the perfect excuse to leave early.” 

You grinned up at him. “I think fast on my feet.” 

“One of the many reasons I love you.” Javier pulled you close and kissed you softly.

“God, you’re such a fucking sap.” You let your arms drape over his shoulders, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re lucky I like this sappy shit most of the time.” You brushed your nose against his, “Take me home, Javi.” 

“All I can think about is ripping this dress off of you.” 

 ———

“Is it just the dress that flipped your switch?” You questioned as Javier pulled into the parking spot behind the condo building. 

Javier’s tongue darted out over his bottom lip as he tilted his head to look at you out of the corner of his eyes. “It’s just… you. The dress is just the icing on the cake.”

Your cheeks burned hotly as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Well we don’t have to pick Josie up until eleven tomorrow so…” You looked over the roof of the car at Javier. “I’m tempted to tell you to do your worst.”

“I already planned to.”

“You did attempt to fuck me at the Murphy’s… why am I surprised?” You rolled your eyes, resting your hand on your stomach as you walked around the car to join Javier. 

“We had the bathroom to ourselves.”

You shot him a look, “What is it with us and bathrooms?”

He shrugged a shoulder, slipping his hand into yours. “I dunno, baby. But all I’m thinking about right now is getting you into bed.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the specific tone he took. You had once jokingly called it a ‘panty dropper voice’ and… you weren’t mistaken. 

It was a sheer miracle that you both managed to get into the condo and back to the bedroom with most of your clothing still on. 

Javier was good at making you feel worshipped. He had been the same way when you were pregnant with Josie — the reverent ways that he would stroke your belly, the way he’d kiss you like you were everything. 

He always seemed to know exactly when you weren’t feeling particularly confident about your body. For the man he used to be, he was remarkably skilled at being tender. 

“This is what set you off, isn’t it?” You questioned as you laid back on the bed and stroked a hand over your still-covered stomach. “What? Does it appeal to your caveman sensibilities?” 

Javier climbed onto the bed, carefully situating himself above you so he wasn’t putting pressure on your stomach. “That’s only part of it.” He smirked, sliding his hand over the soft cotton that rested against your stomach. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”

You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him. You reached up and curled your hand around the back of his neck. “You make me feel gorgeous.”

Javier leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, before he trailed a line of kisses down your throat, his tongue sweeping out over your skin. 

He moved lower, kissing along your collarbone before he sat back and started to peel your dress up your hips. “You’ve got to wear this again, baby.”

“Trust me. I will.” You laughed softly as you sat up and pulled it off over your head. 

Javier climbed off the bed, fumbling with his belt buckle, before he worked his jeans off, followed by his shirt. 

He rejoined you on the bed, laying down beside you. “C’mere.” Javier rasped out, his fingers curling around your thigh as he pulled you close. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his nose brushing against you as his hand slipped between your thighs. “Relax, baby.”

You leaned against him, half fitted into his side as you let your legs fall open for him. He had his other arm curled around you, his palm resting against the curve of your stomach. 

You drew in a shaky breath as he brushed his fingers over you through your underwear. He groaned as he discovered just how slick you were. The heated looks he’d been giving you all day had you aching for him. 

“Is that all for me?” Javier questioned and you turned your head to kiss him, rather than answer. He drew a tight circle around that little bundle of nerves, making you moan against his mouth. 

Your hand trailed down his bare chest, nails gently scraping before you followed the path of hair that led beneath his boxers. You pulled back from the kiss, eyes on his face as you ghosted your hand over the outline of his cock, “Is that for me?” You mimicked his tone. 

Javier smirked at you, “What do you think?”

Your lashes fluttered as he slid his fingers under your underwear, working them through your sensitive folds. “I think you better not tease me.”

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and tore them down your hips. You wiggled to get them off, kicking the fabric down the bed. “I hate to disappoint you, baby. But I plan to take my time with you.”

Your lips parted with a breathy moan as he gave your cunt a swift swat. “Bastard.” You hissed out. 

“And you love it.” Javier retorted, pressing two fingers into you and hooking them just right. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?” 

Your heart skipped a beat. You should’ve never told him how much you enjoyed it. “Javi, please.”

“Please what?”

You swallowed thickly and tilted your head to look at him. “Don’t stop.”

He drew his hand away from your stomach, fingers playing with your hair. “I won’t.” Javier promised you, his fingers slowly moving in and out of you. He pressed his lips against your temple as his thumb circled your clit. 

Your hips rocked upwards, your heels digging into the mattress as you reacted to his touch. “Fuck.. fuck.” He hissed out through clenched teeth. You reached down and rested your hand against his cock through his boxers, stroking him slowly. “I’m so close Javi,” You told him, tilting your head lazily to look up at him through your lashes. “Don’t stop.” 

And the bastard stopped abruptly. 

You keened, hips rocking upwards — chasing after his touch. “Javier.” You snapped, fingers tightening on around his cock. “I told you not to tease me.” 

Javier dragged your hand away from his cock, fingers curling around your wrist as he met your gaze with a wry smirk. “I have plans, baby. Don’t worry.” He released his hold on your wrist, reaching up the bed to grab a pillow. He lifted you up and placed the pillow beneath your head, dipping down to kiss you.

You relaxed back against the pillow and watched Javi as he started moving downwards. Your fingers played through his hair as he peppered your skin with kisses, a soft moan rising up in your throat as he ran his hands along your waist in his downwards pursuit. He settled between your thighs. 

“Goddamn,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look like this?” He questioned, running his hands along your inner thighs. “You’re a mess.” 

You lifted your hips up off the bed, rolling them towards him. “I wonder why.” You shot back, glaring down at him, but it was hard to keep a straight face when he leaned forward and swept his tongue over you.

This time, Javier didn’t tease.

 ———

 “It’s surreal to think that this time next month we might be in our new bedroom.” You mused as you intertwined your fingers with Javier’s, your cheek pressed against his bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

“I know.” He chuckled, squeezing your shoulder, before he ran his hand down your arm and rested it against your stomach. “I’m the fucking luckiest man in the world.”

You laughed, “I’ve heard that a time or two.”

“Because it’s true.” He kissed your shoulder. “I did a lot of shit in Colombia that I’m not proud of, baby. And I feel like I shouldn’t get all this good shit because of it.”

“Didn’t we all do things we regret?” You questioned, tilting your head to look at him as you squeezed his hand. “But if we hadn’t, we wouldn’t have Josie or Sofía.” 

“I know.” You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. 

“You’re allowed to be happy, Javi.” You brushed your fingers over the column of his throat. 

Javier pulled you in close. “I am happy, baby.” He pressed his lips to your temple. “I’m so fucking happy. And sometimes it doesn’t feel real. How good I’ve got it with you.”

“It is.” You promised him, “And I’ll keep telling you how much you deserve all of this if you go make me a grilled cheese and bring me a bowl of ice cream.”

Javier gave your hip a squeeze, “Anything you want, baby.”

[elliedoes]

Everlong - Chapter Four

Dean x Reader x Sam

The world has gone to shit. You’ve got the undead trying to eat your flesh, a whining teenager to look after, and a few secrets that you need to keep. The Winchesters are the last thing you need, but the only thing you want.

Story warnings: Mild descriptions of violence, adult language, drug and alcohol use, polyamorous relationship (no wincest), smut, angst, fluff.

Note: I’m sorry that it took so long to get this out. I had some hiccups with getting to where I wanted to go, but we got there. It’s the calm before the storm, boys and girls, buckle up.

Thank you for your patience and even more so for reading this. Any and all feedback is appreciated. I love you all. Big, big hugs to you.

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The bullet ricocheted off of the pavement at your feet shooting up sparks and bounced into your right shin. Pain flared through you, the blood, warm and wet, ran down your leg and the only thought that ran through your mind and out of your mouth was, “Holy fuck!”

Through the speakers of the humvee you could hear the argument between Becks and Castillo, the rustle of several people wrestling, and it was obvious that the soldiers attention were no longer on the four of you.

Dean rushed next to you to crouch and examine the wound. “It’s not in deep,” he tried to sound calm and reassuring, but from the set of his shoulders and jaw, he was livid. He dropped his pack on the ground and pulled out the cleanest shirt he could find to rip up.

“Trev, my bag,” you hissed and wiggled out of the straps with as little effort as possible. He dropped to his knees next to Dean and fished out a bottle of mouthwash and the gauze you scavenged the day you first met the brothers. “Help me sit?”

“We can get her medical attention,” Castillo called over the loudspeaker. “But we’ll need you to surrender your weapons.”

“You fucking shot her,” Sam hollered back. “We’re not going anywhere with you!”

Dean cut off the bottom of your pant leg when you were settled on the ground as Trevor opened the gauze and you poured the mouthwash over the wound. Another round of white hot pain coursed through you and you bit down on your wrist to stop your cry. “That’a girl,” Dean praised as he cleaned the cut for you.

“This is not a request,” Castillo insisted. “You’ll be coming with us either way, might as well be on friendly terms.”

“Give us a goddamn minute,” Dean shouted over his shoulder. You applied pressure with a fresh patch of gauze and Dean wrapped the strip of his shirt around your leg, ending it with the tightest knot he could muster. “You good?”

You nodded weakly and stood with help from the pair of them. “Sam,” you said evenly. He turned to you with a furrowed brow, but eventually he relented.

“Make your way to the humvee,” Castillo instructed. “Slowly.”

“Kind of hard to rush with a hole in my leg,” you shouted back but took the help offered by Sam and hobbled towards the jeep behind Dean and Trevor. Once you made it within their reach, Castillo’s men stripped all of you of your packs and weapons. “Becks?”

“Subdued,” the one labeled Johnson told you.

The brothers helped you in and crowded around you once you settled, leaving Trevor pinned up to the side next to Sam. All four of you came face to face with Castillo and a zip-tied Staff Sergeant Andrea Becks. She watched you limp in with her lip curled up in the most disgusted snarl a human could manager. “You tried to shoot me. Are you insane?”

“You’ve got a bullet in you, I think I did more than try,” she sneered.

“You shot the ground,” you corrected her. “It bounced off and hit me. Technically, the ground shot me.”

“The ground can’t shoot you,” she spat back.

“But it did,” you trilled mockingly, head turned away from her glowering face.

“I should’ve shot you in the head!” She struggled against her restraints and tried to kick your wounded leg, but luckily she didn’t have the reach.

“Alright, put the fucking claws away,” Castillo sighed. “We’re about an hour away from camp. We’ll get you patched up, but then you’re going to report to Captain Thomas.”

Your head snapped back to Becks and your gaze narrowed at her triumphant smirk. “Is he…” you asked vaguely and her face immediately fell.

“I thought he was with you,” she shook her head. “But then you came rolling up with these three. You got him killed, didn’t you?” You refused to answer her and looked away once more. If the air between you wasn’t tense enough before, it turned palpable then.

For the rest of the ride, the only sound was the hum of the Jeep as it rolled towards Camp Merrill. The last time you had been to the training grounds was nearly a year ago and it had changed since then. Fortifications had been made to the perimeter gate, more watchtowers had been added with spotlights lighting up the surrounding areas.

“They have lights,” Trevor gasped, his face pressed up against the window.

The open field that had once been used for drills had been converted to a refugee camp, tents and RV’s lined up in several rows. Children were out playing with pets and each other, adults mingled or finished up their chores, it was as if nothing ever happened outside of those gates and they were all on extended vacation.

“Don’t they look happy,” Dean grumbled.

“Better than miserable and dying out there,” Castillo countered.

The four of you were dropped off in front of the clinic with two armed guards that lead you inside. Trevor volunteered to be your crutch and you could feel the tightness in his shoulders, he was scared and concerned, but you gave him your best smile to ease his worry. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.

“Y/N,” another familiar voice called out. “Somebody get a wheelchair!”

Your face lit up when you realized who was headed your way. “Rizo!” The stocky Italian beefcake rushed you towards you and squeezed the breath out of you. “Yeah, I’m happy to see you, too, but I’ve got a hole in my leg.”

He pulled back and looked down with a frown. “They said you were dead.” Somehow, that news didn’t surprise you. “Do I want to know who did this to you?”

“I’ll give you one guess.”

Rizo narrowed his gaze but the wheelchair was delivered and he forced you into it. He finally acknowledged your companions, “You’re gonna have to stay out here. There’s a waiting room down that hall.” He jutted his chin towards his left.

“Yeah, not happenin’, pal,” Dean growled, he and Sam squared up. They were obviously sick of being ordered around and the thought of splitting up was not appealing. Rizo was shorter than both, double the mass, with just as much bit and it looked like he wasn’t going to back down, either.

“Guys, you can trust him, I promise,” you insisted. They turned their attention to you, several silent questions were shot your way. “It’s fine.” Even with your reassurance, they didn’t like being split, but they took Trevor and headed down to the hall to wait.

Rizo pushed you into the first empty room and helped you onto the table. “So, are you going to tell me what happened,” he told you nonchalantly, undoing Dean’s wrap job.

“That psycho tried to shoot me.”

“You know what I mean,” he snapped. “Where in hell did you two go?” You sighed and shook your head. “Thomas went crazy looking for you guys, sent his best squad and we nearly fell apart. We barely made it out of there, a lot of good people. Don’t fucking shake your head at me. I stayed and buried our friends, Y/N. I had to deal with the loss.”

You remained silent as Rizo worked out the bullet and you swore he dug around a little more than he had to on purpose. He cleaned and bandaged the wound properly all while silently fuming over your refusal of an explanation. “Rizo,” you started, but he interrupted it by dumping supplies into your lap.

He helped you back into the wheelchair and pushed you back to your friends but left without another word. “Everything okay,” Sam asked as you all stared at Rizo’s retreating back.

“They’ve been better,” you confessed with a shrug. Dean opened his mouth to question you further, but you shot him a warning look. A quick flicker of your gaze to Trevor’s anxious face gave him your reasoning, but you knew once you were alone, you’d have to tell them what was going on.

“Captain wants to see you,” one of your guards informed you.

Sam and Dean rounded on the guy, both looking like they were ready to swing. “She just got shot, asshole. You tell your captain he can wait,” Dean snapped.

“Unless you want to sleep outside on the ground, then I suggest you meet with him,” soldier Johnson informed you. You reluctantly agreed and were carted off from the clinic to the administration building. A mixture of soldiers and civilians were passed along the way, commingling and unaware of who you are or why you were there.

However, a very pissed off Captain Thomas knew exactly who you were, but why you were there, he was trying to figure out. “You were the last person I’d thought I’d see today,” he laughed mirthlessly as he leaned against the front of his desk to glare down at you.

Your guards had the brothers and Trevor crowded into a corner much to their dismay. Not that Thomas would have the balls to do anything, not without getting the information you knew he wanted. “Life is full of surprises, isn’t it,” you returned with a tight smile.

“You seem to be missing someone, though.” He recognized your companions for the first time, his gaze lingering on Trevor which made the teen recoil slightly. “You leave with my best soldier and have my second best sent back to me in handcuffs when you’re supposed to be dead.” He pushed off of his desk and stepped into your orbit. “Wanna tell me what happened out there?”

When he dropped down to your level, your sarcastic smile melted and you watched him with an even stare. “We were just trying to find their car,” you tilted your head in the general direction of the brothers, “and then your boys rolled up and Becks decided to shoot me.”

“Any reason why she’d want to do that,” Thomas asked.

“Because she’s mentally unstable,” you offered sweetly.

Apparently that was not what he was looking for as he rushed forward and slammed his hands on the arms of the wheelchair. Sam and Dean cried out in protest, but the guards pushed them back with the butt of their guns. “There’s a million different things I could do to you, but I’m not. I’m going to give you your own place, let heal up until you’re tip top, and let you think nice and hard about giving me what I want.” He flashed you a tight smile of his own and nodded to your guards. “You know my motto, Y/N,” he called out to you when your escorts pushed you out of the office, “Kill ‘em with kindness.”

“He’s not going to really kills us, is he,” Trevor whimpered when you were out of the office and far from Thomas.

“Not if he wants to stay the benevolent leader,” you calmed him or at least attempted to. When you were lead through the community passed the tents and trailers, you started to worry. You were heading to officer housing, nestled deep with people that might have a grudge against you and, even worse, under orders from Thomas.

But you stopped in front of single story carbon copy suburban home, complete with front porch rockers and hanging swing. “Home sweet home,” Johnson deadpanned as he shoved your packs back into your possession.

“That’s it,” Sam questioned cautiously. “No threats?”

“No one’s going to kill you,” the other guard, Ortiz, scoffed. “Becks went overboard, but I guess she had her reasons.” He eyed you warily, but helped you out of the chair and up the steps. “Just make sure you don’t piss off anyone else.”

“Commissary is open at 0700,” Johnson added. He tossed the house keys to Dean and left with Ortiz on his heels.

“What’s a commissary,” Trevor asked, eyes still on the two guards.

“It’s like a grocery store,” Dean answered as he unlocked the door. “Stay,” he ordered before he and Sam swept the house twice over and deemed it safe. “There’s a generator in the basement.”

“Real showers,” you moaned and tottered inside. The foyer was flanked by the sitting room to the left, the kitchen and small dining room to the right. Further down the hall was the first guestroom and the bathroom and at the very end was the master.

Sam gathered your things to drop them off in the room while you slowly but surely made it to the nearest seat with a little help from Trevor. Dean had disappeared downstairs once more to get the generator going because while the pool bath was nice, actual clean water would be nicer. So, when the lights turned on, you pushed Trevor towards the hall. “Go relax, have a shower.” He was hesitant, and he had every right to be, but you held up your pinkie finger and he knew what it meant.

After a tight hug, he was gone to set up his new room and pretend that life was okay, at least for the moment. And that left you with your leg propped up on the table and soon at the mercy of who confused and very upset Winchesters. “You alright,” Sam asked before they began their interrogation. The pain was there, throbbing through your leg, but at least it wouldn’t get infected and fall off, so you nodded. “So…”

“I was stationed in Fort Benning before this crap started. I finally got some leave, so Matt and I went to Savannah for a bit, but then some asshole decides to die and come back to eat a dude’s face off. So, we start heading back towards the base and meet that group that I told you about, and took them with us. They were sick of traveling, didn’t want to keep going, decided to stay with another group that we thought was safe at a campgrounds on the way. Matt wanted to get to Benning, wanted to see if anything was left, so we kept going and got there and, what do you know, it was.” You worried your lip with your teeth and did your best to avoid their hard stares.

“Benning is THE base for Army Rangers,” you explained. “You know, best of the best that think they know what’s what and some of them did, a lot of them, actually. They took in a lot of survivors, kept the place orderly, but it started to split down the middle. Some of the higher ups wanted to go full totalitarian, you know? Soldiers lead and survivors worked to the bone. The other half wanted to keep democracy going, co-exist and live all happy and healthy and try not to get eaten.”

Dean grunted , “Sounds familiar.”

“Thomas made Matt his second in command, had him try to convert all the best troops to his side and he succeeded more often than not. I always told him that’d he make a better politician than a soldier,” you laughed softly and fell quiet. The boys let you have your moment and you continued after you cleared your throat. “All that hippie shit that Thomas wanted wasn’t going to happen until he could gain control and that meant a war. I wasn’t about to fight my friends, my fucking brothers and sisters, so I left. And Matt followed.”

You dared to look up and while Dean’s face was still stone straight, Sam gave you a sympathetic smile. “Where does Becks fit in?”

“She was Matt’s right hand, followed him around like a little lost duck, totally in love with him” you grimaced.

“So she wants to kill you because you took away her boyfriend that was actually your boyfriend,” Dean said slowly as he tried to follow the logic. “Or is it because Matt didn’t come back with you?”

You shrugged, “Maybe a bit of both. She was kind of obsessed with him. Like showed up to the same restaurants as us on date night obsessed.”

“Matt must be a hell of a guy,” Dean quipped, his voice dripped with sarcasm.

Sam sneered at his brother before he turned to you, “But Trevor said that Matt left you two alone, took your food and guns.”

“Yeah,” you replied stiffly, “he did.”

Dean leaned forward and licked his lips, annoyed, “But you’re not gonna tell us why, are you?”

“Does it matter,” you shot back, “he’s gone. He might be dead. Who fucking cares?”

Sam took a deep breath and moved from the couch to sit in front of you. “Thanks for cluing us in.” His voice was a gentle as his smile and he reached out to take one of your hands. “Think you can stand long enough for a shower?” The thought had crossed your mind, but you had a feeling that you’d pass out from the pain and the day’s stress before even got to wash your hair. When you shook your head, Sam nodded his. “Then I’ll take you to bed.”

You were carefully scooped out of the chair and taken down the hall. Trevor’s signing could be heard from his bathroom, loud and happy and off-key. You didn’t fight the smile on your face and Dean, who followed the both of you, shouted a ‘hell yeah’ as you passed resulting in a laugh from the teen.

Sam set you down at the foot of the bed and began to strip you of your clothes with no objection from you. Your ruined jeans were first to go, pulled carefully down your leg and you steadied yourself with a grip to his arms as you stepped out of them. And even though you could get out of your shirt on your own, he insisted on pulling it over your head and tossed Dean’s way.

Your head was cupped by two massive hands and Sam leaned down to meet your lips with is own. Just like your last, his tongue hungrily sought out yours, scraped by his teeth and sucked on greedily.

“Don’t keep her standing,” Dean scolded his brother and forced the two of you to part. You turned to pout at him, but were met by what seemed to be miles of bare skin and every thought you had was erased. “C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you into bed.” It was his turn to pick you up, careful to cradle your injured leg and placed you in the middle of the mattress.

“Thank you,” you whispered and coaxed him in for a kiss of his own that he happily accepted. Dean took his time to explore every inch of your mouth as his rough, thick fingers danced across the bare skin of your stomach. You arched into the touch, almost blind to the pain it caused, and whimpered.

“Mm and that’s where we stop,” Dean murmured against your lips. You shook your head, you didn’t want to stop. You threaded your fingers into his hair to pepper kisses on his lips and cheeks, but he eventually pulled out of your reach. “You need your rest.”

The bed dipped on your other side and Sam’s eager hands skimmed along your thigh. “Yeah, sleep,” he hummed while his fingers tugged at the waistband of your panties.

“Sam,” Dean warned with a slap to his brother’s hand. “We’re going to bed. We can have fun in the morning.”

“Morning? That’s so far away,” you whined, but every time Sam tried to touch you, Dean knocked him away.

“Sleep,” Dean growled again and covered most of your body with his own to keep his brother’s wandering hands away, careful of your leg. Sam, of course, shoved his brother away and the two slap fought over your prone body until Dean got a good hit on his brother’s face, right on the nose.

You frowned and reached up for Sam’s face to pull him down to kiss his nose. “That was mean, Dean,” you scolded. Your arms wrapped around the younger Winchester to cradle him against your chest and pet his hair.

“He started it,” Dean grumbled defensively and scooted away from the both of you to pout.

“Don’t be a baby, Dean,” Sam chided. He popped his head up and reached over to poke at the other man’s shoulder until Dean rolled back to cuddle at your side. “We’ll sleep.”

Satisfied that the two of you would behave, Dean pressed a kiss to your forehead before he settled with an arm around your waist. You reached up to scratch lightly at his scruff with one hand, the other carded through Sam’s hair. It didn’t take long before you were surrounded by soft snoring and you stayed there, staring at the ceiling to enjoy the warmth and safety.

The smell of coffee and bacon pulled you from sleep and you realized you were alone. Your leg was throbbing, but you managed to slip out of bed to a waiting pair of crutches leaning against the footboard.

When you managed to hobble down the hall to the kitchen, Trevor jumped up from his seat to pull a chair out for you and helicoptered until you sat next to him. “Relax, T,” you laughed. You pushed him into his chair and patted his cheek with a wink.

“We were going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” He looked to the brothers who busied themselves cooking, “They said you needed rest.”

Sam dropped off a hot cup of coffee and a bottle of pills. “Your friend stopped by with the crutches and these,” he explained as you picked them up to examine. “He said he didn’t want you to die. Again.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, but you thanked Sam for the drink and popped a Tylenol 3. “Dean almost punched him.”

“Why am I not surprised,” you grinned. You twisted in your seat to watch Dean work the scrambled eggs in the pan. “What did he do?”

“I just don’t like the guy,” he admitted. “He rubs me the wrong way. What’s his deal anyway?”

“He was my protege,” you said with your best snooty accent. “I trained a lot of the Ranger medics. He was about to take the exam before shit got real. And then I left him to deal with the whole Benning thing. He has every right to be mad at me.”

Dean frowned but remained quiet. You turned back and picked up a piece of bacon to chew when he started again. “Are there any other dudes we should know about?”

You laughed, but the look on Sam’s face told you they were serious. “First of all, Rizo was just trainee, alright? And super gay. Second of all, Matt was… Matt’s gone and that’s it. No one else, I promise.”

Trevor’s curious gaze bounced between the three off you, the wheels in his head turning, and when the settled on a plausible answer, he quickly shook his head and hid into the comfort of his arms on the table. “T,” you sighed. “It’s…” He covered his ears and started a string of ‘la la la’s’.

Sam gave you a guilty smile, but Dean wasn’t fazed by it when he set your plate in front of you. “He’s a big boy,” he told the both of you, “he’ll understand it soon enough.” He ruffled Trevor’s curls and moved back to the stove to finish up.

“Adults are so weird,” Trevor whined from his hidey hole.

“You’ll find a nice, pretty girlfriend soon, Trevor,” Dean called out. “Or boyfriend,” he added with a shrug. “Either way, you’ll want to be an adult then and when you do… Sammy and I will be there to threat him or her with our very real guns and you’ll be so embarrassed. It’ll be great.”

You sighed and reached out to rub at Trevor’s shoulders. “Don’t listen to him. I will be the one to threaten them,” you assured him. “And if they break your heart, they will die.”

“Y/N!” Trevor cried out as he sat up and away from you, “You can’t just go around killing people!”

“They’ll never find the body,” you promised. “No one will  ever know.” Trevor let out another complaining whine. “You’ll thank me when it happens.” You watched him snatch up his plate and rush off to his room. “I love that kid, dammit.”

Dean took Trevor’s seat with a content sigh and pushed a fork into your hands. “He’s a good egg,” he agreed. “And worried about you. Do you think this place is safe enough?”

His sudden change in topic caught you off guard and the question was a weighted on. “I don’t know. Thomas has it out for me, even if he has us set up all nice and safe. I don’t know what the long game is for him, but it can’t be good, at least not for me. This place seems to be organized and running well so far, though.”

“There’s but,” Sam interjected.

“But what happens when the space runs out and the food runs low? It’s nice and happy now, but shit’s going to hit the fan and I’m not sure if I want to stay to see that happen,” you admitted. “And I want to know how they got here from the shit show at Benning.” From what Rizo said yesterday, it may have cost more than you probably wanted to know. But the brothers remained silent and dug into their meal which you followed suit.

Full and numb to the pain, you found your way to the couch, stretched along its length with your head in Sam’s lap as he read. Dean had your guitar in his hands and plucked absently at the strings and you hummed along.

For now, your life was domesticated bliss and you wondered just how long it was going to last.

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chapter 55

I wake up Monday morning and am immediately filled with a sense of worry at the thought of finals and midterms today. Today I had midterms in mathematics and english, since they were year long courses, and a final in World History, because it was only a semester. Not feeling like dressing up today at all, I put on a pair of denim capris and a thick blue sweater to keep my warm. I pull my hair back into a ponytail before lacing on a pair of saddle shoes and grabbing my bookbag to rush downstairs and eat breakfast before leaving to catch the bus.

Not wasting any time talking to the Heathers or J.D., I go straight to my first period upon arriving to school so I can sit down and attempt to study just before the class began.

The school system was kind enough to make today and tomorrow half-days, since taking three finals each day would only take about four hours anyways. So after four straight hours of testing I escape from the school and go to meet J.D. at his motorbike. After a few minutes pass by, I spot J.D. headed towards me, hiding towards the back of a small crowd of students.

“Hello, how was your day?” I ask J.D. once he gets caught up to me.

“Very tiresome.” He laughs, spinning his keys around on his forefinger. “Oh, I think it may be  the season finale for The Twilight Zone tomorrow, so are you still coming over after you and the girls go to Rosie’s?”

“Yes, of course. I can’t believe it’s the end of the semester already.” I sigh, a laugh finding its way into my words. “I guess this means that we’ve been together for about three months now.” I think out loud.

“I guess so, huh?” J.D. smiles, leaning forward and kissing me quickly. “Come on, I’ll get you home.” J.D. says before we get on his motorcycle and drive back to my house. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow around five.” He reminds me as he drops me off in my driveway. I nod and say goodbye before watching him speed out of the neighborhood.

***

The Tuesday school day was all too similar to Monday. Although, I feel my sluggishness begin to turn into excitement as I sit in my last period class, gently tapping my foot on the floor as I watch the clock tick down the last five minutes of the day. Finally, a bell echoes throughout the classroom and I snatch my books up from my desk before practically running out of the building and over to Heather McNamara’s car. On my way out, I pass by J.D. and we simply smile at each other before continuing on our way.

“We’re free!” I hear a voice call out from behind me. I turn around and see Heather McNamara walking over towards me, a golden smile playing on her lips.

“I know, but for barely two weeks this year.” I laugh, rolling my eyes.

“God, it’s just so unfair. We got off for almost a whole month last year.” Heather complains, unlocking the trunk and putting her book bag in it.

“Yes, but this year we get a spring break. Although, Washington has always had a spring break and their winter break is still almost a month.” I point out. “But I’m pretty sure that their summer is shorter.”

“Oh, what are we talking about?” Heather Chandler asks as she walks up with Heather Duke.

“Nothing, just winter break.” Heather McNamara shrugs, opening her car door and sitting down. The other two girls and I sit in our regular seats before driving off to Rosie’s.

“Why don’t we get hot chocolate this time, we can be festive.” Heather Chandler suggests, turning around to face the back seat as she speaks so Heather Duke and I.

“That sounds fun.” I smile. The thought of hot chocolate on this cold day made me happy, enjoying it with my friends made me even happier. We arrive at Rosie’s, about three hours earlier than usual because it was a half-day, and go sit down at our regular booth. We order our hot chocolates and begin to chat about school, christmas, boys, and pretty much everything else in between. Whichever one of them originally came up with the idea of these weekly trips to Rosie’s was ingenious; it let’s us catch up with one another on a very constant basis and gives us a chance to complain about things or gush about things.

On typical milkshake days, I only have about an hour in between Heather dropping me off and J.D. picking me up, but today I have almost four hours. Also on typical milkshake days I have homework but today I have none so I’ll have to make up something to keep me occupied during my free time. I decide to start up on a new crochet project, a hobby which I have been rather negligent of since I began studying for finals and midterms. Since it was becoming much colder, I decide to start a simple granny square blanket; nothing too fancy, nothing too big, but enough to keep me busy.

I make excellent progress until about two hours later when the phone begins to ring. I reach over to my bedside table and grab the phone to answer it, and I become very surprised when I hear J.D.’s voice on the other line.

“Hi J.D., is everything alright?” I ask, still confused as to why he may be calling when he’ll be picking me up in about two hours.

“Yes, of course. I was just thinking about you and wanted to ask if I could come pick you up a little bit earlier, maybe in about twenty minutes?” J.D. requests, his comment about me making me blush.

“That sounds wonderful, I’ll go tell mother right now. Goodbye, J.D..” I respond before hanging up the phone and walking downstairs to find mother. After trailing around almost all of downstairs, I eventually find her in the master bedroom watching television.

“Hello, Veronica. How was the last day of the semester?” Mother asks with a smile, sitting up on the bed.

“Very busy, but luckily that’s all over with now. This afternoon, of course, I was going to go over to J.D.’s house like I do every Tuesday to watch television, but since it was a half-day at school today I was wondering if I could go over there earlier? I just got off of the phone with J.D., and he said he could come get me in about twenty minutes if that’s okay.” I ask for permission, hoping that she’ll say yes. After all of the craziness that finals have brought along, I need to escape to somewhere where I can be calm.

“Yes, do you know when you’ll be back?” Mother replies.

“Thank you, and I believe that I should be back around six o’clock, or at least some time before dinner.” I explain, knowing that dinner was her main concern in when I would be back.

“That sounds good. Goodbye, Veronica.” She smiles back. I nod before going back up to my room where the twenty minutes before J.D. arrives feels like twenty hours, but eventually the sound of a doorbell signifies that the time has passed. I rush downstairs and smile when I am met with J.D. after opening the front door.

“Hello, are you ready?” J.D. asks before beginning to walk back over to his motorbike. I nod and follow beside him to get on his bike and drive back to his house. As we enter his house, a question enters my head and I decide to ask J.D. about it.

“Is there any reason for me coming over early, like, in particular?” I question J.D. as I follow him into the living room.

“Well, since you mention it,” J.D. starts, turning around to face me and wrapping his hands around the small of my back, making me blush. “I thought that I could help you destress, you know, after finals and everything.”

“You did?” I smile back, placing my hands on his shoulders. The last time something like this happened we were interrupted by a phone call, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been hoping for something like this to happen again, but this time preferably without the interruptions.

“Yeah.” J.D. responds quickly before leaning down and kissing me. After a second of shock, I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me. A few moments later, J.D. pulls away and looks down the hallway beside us, confusing me, before wrapping his hand around my wrist and leading me towards his bedroom.

Once inside, he quickly closes the door before directing his attention back onto me. He grabs the sides of my waist and lifts me up before setting me down on the edge of his bed and pressing his lips back against mine. I raise my hands and slide off his leather jacket, tossing it to the floor before taking off my blue sweater I wore over my dress.

J.D. pulls away once more, but this time to look me up and down and smile, which causes me to blush. In the moderate silence, I realize how heavily I was breathing. “I thought that the point of this was to calm you down, but it sounds like it’s getting you wound up.” J.D. comments with a small smile.

“Hush.” I roll my eyes, placing my hands behind his neck and pulling him back towards me.

[the-stolenkingdom]

“The Stolen Kingdom” (1.1)

Adding a cut for the sake of the length 

            “Ann? Ann!” I snapped back to reality.

           “Sorry, Shauna. I was daydreaming again, wasn’t I?”

           “That’s right. Come on, baby, you don’t want King John to yell on your first day, right?”            How could I forget! Today is my first day serving upstairs!

           “No, no, just give me a minute.” I rushed to the bathroom to make sure I was presentable. Brushing back a stray brown curl, I stared at my reflection… manly the black mask that I was forced to wear for reasons unknown. Looking around the rest of the small room, I dared myself to take of the cloth that covered the top part of my face and look at a someone I rarely saw. From what I could tell, I looked like any other person. The only thing that was truly different was my birthmark under my right eye—a blue vein that was too close to the surface.

           My thoughts were interrupted when two of the other kitchen staff entered the bathroom, as I scrambled to place my mask back on my face. They gave me an apologetic look as I waved them off and headed back to the kitchen where Shauna was waiting.

           “You okay, baby girl?”

           “I’m fine, Shauna. It’s just this mask again. I hate it.”

           “Honey, you know you can only take it off when we’re alone,” she softly spoke as she set up the breakfast tray.

           “Why do I have to wear this stupid thing anyways?” I complained as I put my elbows on the counter and laid my head in my hands.

           She sighed, putting her hands on her hip. “I’ve told you, I don’t know. It’s the King’s orders.”

           I huffed. That was all I had heard since I was old enough to question the mask. “I hate it.”

           “I know, baby, but you can’t think about it right now. You have to hurry up and get upstairs,” she reminded as she handed me the tray. I turned to head up the stairs and looked back over my shoulder to see Shauna barking orders to the other kitchen staff. She was the only African-American woman in the kitchen, but she has the respect of everyone who knows her, even those who were much older than her thirty-five years. She was shorter than the rest of the staff, not counting the braided black hair piled high on her head, but those brown eyes could look straight into someone’s soul if they were facing her wrath.

           I set the tray down on a counter beside me, and puller her small body in for a hug.

           “Thank you for taking care of me,” I whispered as tears stated to form. She had been a mother and a father since mine had passed when I was a child. “I love you.”

           “I love you too, baby.” She quickly glanced over her shoulder at the other kitchen workers. They all smiled at us and turned away. Everyone down here loved and respected each other like family. Shauna turned back and quickly lifted my mask to wipe away my tears. “Now go. You don’t want to be late, right?” she said as she fixed my mask and handed me the tray again.

           “Yeah,” I whispered in reply.

           “Now, hurry. You need to make a good impression. Head to the top of the stairs. Someone will be waiting for you to show you where to go.”

           I nodded. “Goodbye, Shauna.”

           “Goodbye, dear. I’ll see you later tonight.”

           I turned to go up the stairs, but then turned back and balanced the tray on one hand to wave. “Goodbye everyone! I’ll be back later!”

           After a round of Bye’s, Good luck’s, and See you later’s, I turned and headed up the long and cramped flight of stairs to the ground floor of the castle. Pausing on the landing in front of the door, I braced myself for my first glimpse of the rest of the castle. I held my breath as I stepped through the door, but it left me as I gazed in awe at the red carpets on the floor and the ornate tapestries and paintings that hung on the walls next to the heavy, thick, purple drapes that covered the windows.

           Wasn’t there supposed to be someone waiting for me?

           “Hello?” I called out, only to receive silence.

           What if they forgot?

           “Hello?” I called, even louder. My imagination started to take over as I stared down the empty halls.

           What if I’m late and they left? What if the King gets angry and forces me to work back in the kitchen again? What if-

           “There you are!” a voice said behind me, nearly causing me to drop the tray. I jumped forward to balance the items on the tray, but shut my eyes, expecting them to fall. The person moved in front of me and set something the cup on the tray upright. Luckily, it was empty. “It’s all right, dear.”

           I opened my eyes and stared into the kind green eyes of an older gentleman with graying black hair.

           “Are you all right, Miss?” he gently asked.

           “Yes, yes, I’m fine. It’s my first day out of the kitchen, and I was scared because I didn’t know if anyone was coming to get me and I didn’t want to make the king mad if I was late and-” the man stopped me by snapping his fingers twice in my face, making me jump a bit. “Oh. Sorry.”

           “It’s quite all right. Shauna told me about this. Now, come. We mustn’t anger the King.” He linked his arm with mine, which I found comforting, and he led me to the main staircase and we slowly ascended.

           “You know Shauna, sir?”

           “Oh, yes. I’ve known her for ages. I’ve also known you, Ann, from when you were a baby.” I froze and stared at him when he said my name.

How could he know me if I have been in the kitchen my whole life?

He glanced down at me and continued, “I used to come down and visit you every day when you were little.” He paused to let out a sigh. “But then the king ordered me to stay away from the kitchen,” he said as he used his arm to gently pull me along.

           “Oh… I don’t believe I know your name, sir?”

           “Alfred, Miss Ann.”

           “You don’t have to call me ‘Miss’, sir!”

           “If it’s all the same, I’d prefer to.”

           It made me glad that he did though. It made me feel like more than just a servant.

           “You do not need to call me ‘sir’ either, though you will need to for any other men you interact with.”

           “All right. Thank you si- I mean, thank you, Alfred.”

           We stopped in front of a large set of double wooden doors painted red with yellow swirls at the top of the stairs.

           “Are you ready, dear?”

           I nervously swallowed and replied, “No.”

           “You’ll do fine. Just do not forget to say, ‘Your Majesty’, all right?” he whispered as he knocked three times on the door.

           “Enter.”

           I felt Alfred kiss the top of my head before I entered the darkened room.  

           “Close the door,” came the command from the shadows.

           I used my back to push the door closed. A dimmed chandelier, hanging from the ceiling, lit the room just enough to see large objects in the room, though I remained at the door, waiting for further orders.

           “Come here, then!” the King snapped.

           “Yes, Your Majesty. Sorry, Your Majesty,” I hastily apologized as I moved to the bedside. The king sat in a shadow, his face hidden.

           “Sit,” he said as a hand gestured to a wooden chair by the bed.

           “Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered as I quickly sat down after handing him the tray of food.

           “What is your name?” the king asked after a minute, with his mouth full, which shocked me.

           Isn’t royalty supposed to be proper all time?

“M-My name is Ann, Your Majesty,” I attempted to hide my shaking voice.

           “Calm down, child,” he spoke gently.

           I tried to relax as the silence was becoming overbearing. Luckily, it wasn’t silent for long.

           “Where are your parents?”

           I let out a sigh. I had become almost desensitized to talking about my parents, but it still surfaced feelings that I somewhat struggled with.

           “My parents were killed in The Riot, seventeen years ago, Your Majesty. They were never found, actually.

           I could see his head move in a nod as he said, “I am very sorry to hear that, Ann.”

           “Thank you, Your Majesty. Shauna has raised me from then.”

           “How old were you when you lost them?”

           “I was only a baby, almost a year old to be specific, Your Majesty,” I answered numbly, trying to block the pain I still felt.

           “So, you don’t remember anything about them?” he asked before taking a sip of his drink.

           “No, Your Majesty,” I replied, rather solemnly.

           Silence fell again, and it was long enough for me to consider asking about my mask, and why I was forced to wear it. Finally managing to work up the courage to ask, I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the king saying,

           “Go and get Alfred. He should be waiting outside the door.”

           “Yes, Your Majesty.” I went to open the door to see Alfred standing off to the side, patiently waiting. “Alfred,” I called as he turned to me. “the king needs you.”

           “Thank you, Miss Ann,” he spoke as he walked past me.

           “If you would wait outside for a moment, Ann?” the king requested as Alfred reached him.

           “Yes, Your Majesty,” I said as I curtsied and the closed the door.

           You should have asked him.

           Well, I was about to, but he spoke before I did! I argued back to myself.

           One second. One second sooner, and you may have finally gotten some answers!

           Yeah, but I was going to ask the king about this stupid thing that I have been wearing since I was a child! I’m… terrified.

           That’s why you should have asked!

           … shut up. I am terrified to know and I know it. So why am I arguing with myself about this?

           A moment passed before a new question occurred to me:

           Am I saying, “Your Majesty” too much!?

Well, I thought this was a good place to stop! This is about the equivalent of four pages. I’ll try to continue to type up what I have so far.

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