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cherriegyuu · 1 year

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strange love | csc/kmg

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader x mingyu genre: angst, fluff word count: 3.1k summary: years after your divorce, you meet your ex and he wants to pick up where you left off warnings: cheating, cursing

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“You regret it?”

Out of all the things you could have heard, of all the people you thought that you could see, the man standing in front of you was the last of them.

It had been years since you last Seungcheol, talked with him, or even heard his voice. You had managed to eliminate him from your mind completely as if he were some kind of plague. You really thought that you’d never see him again, especially after everything that happened. But most of all, not after you moved away to a city that hated more than life and promised to never, ever, set foot again.

“You don’t know how much” he took a step towards you, hands stretched trying to hold yours “I don’t know why I did that… My mom, she …”

Looking anywhere was better than looking at Seungcheol, at him trying to shift the blame to someone else. The truth was that your marriage had never been easy — your entire relationship for that matter.

Seungcheol’s mother never liked you. Hate was, probably, the most accurate word for how she felt about you. You were together for eight years, almost nine, and during those years she made sure that you were aware of her distaste for you. She would mention how improper you were on every possible occasion. From the way you dressed to the way you talked, to your major, to your job. Nothing you ever did was good enough for her.

In the early years of your relationship, she kept most of her comments to herself. And when she did say anything, Seungcheol was quick to apologize on her behalf and shut her down. Then, when she realized that your relationship didn’t end once you graduated from college, her words became harsher.

Even then, you pushed through. Seungcheol seemed to be just as bothered as you and you were with him, not her.

Despite her attempts against your relationship, there was no denial of the fact that you were in love and until that moment you never thought that anyone would ever understand you quite like Seungcheol did. It was like you complimented each other. Of course, like any other couple, you fought. But most of those fights were never about his mom and you’d make up quickly

Life was easy and good. You had the job you wanted, shared your life with the man you loved.

So, when Seungcheol proposed, you said yes. It was the easiest answer you had ever given. His mother was no longer a concern to you and innocently you thought that she would finally see that you were serious about Seuncheol. You hoped that she would see your love for her son. Because to you, that was what every mother wanted, for their kid to be in a good relationship, with someone they loved and who loved them. That was what your mother wanted for you.

And, sure, maybe that was something Seungcheol’s mother wanted too, she just didn’t want you in his life.

Even so, you got married. Moved in together. The first year had been great, the kind of stuff dreams are made of. Paradise. Then your first anniversary rolled around and that perfect little bubble burst. Just like that. What was once perfect became none existent.

Seungcheol started to get home later and later, his replies to your texts were monosyllabic at best — most days he didn’t even reply. You gave up on phone calls because he’d either ignore them or he’d turn off his phone. It didn’t take long for you to notice that he started to reject your kisses, your touch.

Fights became intense, almost a screaming contest. You’d scream because he was never around anymore and he would scream because you were too demanding.

“I'm just fucking busy, okay? Work is driving me insane. And now I have you hoovering around me like I’m sort of child. I thought my mom was the only crazy bitch around. I guess I was wrong.”

Nothing anyone had ever said to you hurt so much. His mother’s words? Nothing, not even a scratch compared to his. But having the man you loved, the one you promised to love through sickness and health, till death did you part, say those things? Call you a crazy bitch and because of what? Because you were worried about him? Someone should punish you for wanting to spend time with your husband.

“Fuck you, Choi Seungcheol,” was all you had managed to get out.

There was nothing else you could say. You heart dropped to your feet, the space where your stomach was supposed to be felt hollow. The entire world was spinning. So you did the only thing you could think of, locking yourself in the bathroom and crying under the shower. After some time, you didn’t know what was just water and what were your tears.

By the time you got out, Seungcheol was nowhere to be seen.

That was the moment you knew your marriage was over, there was nothing to save anymore.

Seungcheol didn’t come home for days after that. You didn’t know where he was, if he was okay. So you did the one thing you feared the most, you called your mother-in-law. Much to your surprise, she invited you for lunch. Truthfully, you didn't want to go but it was the only way to know anything about your husband. She had refused to give you any information at all unless you met her.

Everything inside of you, every cell in your body told you not to go. There’s no way the lunch wouldn’t end in your heart breaking even more. The million pieces of your heart would shatter yet again.

Maybe you had known the entire time and just forced yourself to pretend that it didn't exist. Seeing Seungcheol walk into the restaurant, hand in hand with a woman who wasn't you, the brightest smile on his lips, made the entire world suddenly fall into silence.

You felt stuck in place, your eyes refused to look at anything else that wasn't him. Not in the way it did when you first started to date, when you were so enamored by him that other men just paled in comparison, but out of poor morbid curiosity. You needed to see just how far he'd take it.

The buzzing in your ears started when he sat by her side, his whole attention focused on her. She talked excitedly about something and Seungcheol looked at her like he was in love. Like he used to look at you. He pushed her hair back from her shoulder and you noticed that his wedding ring was nowhere to be seen.

The woman seemed to be the perfect representation of what his mother wanted. And her smile, watching you crumble, was all the confirmation you needed.

"Thank you for bringing me here today," you told her. Her smile faltered a little when you got up and left. She probably expected a scene, maybe she hoped to see you screaming at them. That would imply a fight and you just didn't have it in you anymore.

You were the only one fighting for that marriage for almost a year. Seungcheol didn't care, of course, especially considering how he had taken that woman to your favorite restaurant on your second anniversary.

By 9 pm, on that day, you were out of the apartment. You took almost nothing with you, just enough clothes, documents you would need, and memories of your childhood. You didn't want to keep anything that could be a reminder of Seungcheol. If it was so easy for him to throw away a nine-year relationship down the drain, then it would be for you too.

I'll send you the divorce papers soon, was what you wrote for him on a note. The only thing you had left for him, alongside your wedding ring.

"Don't blame your mother for your actions, Seungcheol. No one made you go to that restaurant, no one made you cheat on me. That was all you. Your mother, believe it or not, was kind enough to show me the truth"

Seungcheol thought that he'd never see you again. You had managed to completely leave his life, not a trace of you to be found.

The house was still filled with you, your clothes, the decorations you bought over the years — things you had shown him excitedly and he had never paid much attention to — the dishes from breakfast, your wedding pictures still on display — the only one missing was of you, as a kid with your parents. He realized then that you only took things that were yours before him, things that had nothing to do with him.

No one wanted to tell him where you were, your note didn't say anything about where you went. The hospital you worked at simply told him that you resigned and refused to tell him anything else.

The divorce papers were handed to him, by your lawyer, precisely three weeks after your anniversary, after you left. Your friend stood in front of him, Joshua's face the most professional and serious he'd ever seen. The man who usually had kind eyes and a bright smile, looked at him as if he was just any other stranger.

"Joshua, I'm not singing these" he dropped the small stack of papers onto his desk "I want to speak with my wife and I'm sure you talk to her daily. So if you could just tell me where she is, I'd be really thankful. We also need to discuss how we will divide our possessions"

Joshua took a deep breath, finally looking at him for more than three seconds.

"Mr. Choi, my client doesn't want to see you or talk with you. There's nothing to divide as she doesn't want anything, as it is written in the divorce agreement. If you wish to take this to court you will just be spending money needlessly and wasting our time, as, like I said before, my client doesn't want anything. She just wants to be free of your relationship"

It was the first time in five years Seungcheol was seeing you. He tried to look for you everywhere he could possibly think about. He went to all the other hospitals in town, every single one of them, looking for you. He always gave different names to make sure that you wouldn’t refuse to see him. All of them were a dead end.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t forget your last words to him fuck you, Choi Seungcheol, the look in your eyes of complete hurt. How he knew his words would make you cry and that’s why he said them. But you refused to let your tears fall in front of him. He had heard you in the shower. The sound had been too much, too annoying, so he left.

At that point, he had already cheated on you more than once. He had let his mother get too much into his head. The stress of work mixed with his mother's constant nagging made him do things that he wouldn’t normally do. It was only much later that he realized that his stress didn’t come from you. If anything, you were the one who always helped feel normal, more like himself.

After years of no contact, even social media updates from your friends or family didn’t include you, he finally saw you again. In a different town, a phone was pressed to your ear as you talked with someone. And you were even more beautiful than remembered. Your hair was shorter than before, something you always said you wanted to do but never went through with because Seungcheol liked your hair long. You were wearing jeans and a t-shirt, also something you never wore after college because of this mother, women don’t dress like teenagers, she used to say. Your smile was also beautiful, and free. Seungcheol couldn’t remember the last time you smiled at him.

“I know, it was all me. But I was wrong, yn, so terribly wrong” he tried to hold your hands again but you took another step back, away from him “I want to try again. I love you so much, so much. I can make you happy again, I know I can”

You laughed. Because what else were you supposed to do? Five years later nothing at all had changed with Seungcheol. He still thought that he could just come around and you’d be waiting for him.

Waiting for him to choose you.

He never did though. You came to realize that, after you moved away, and really started to think about your relationship, from the day you started to date to the day your marriage ended you were never his priority. For many years you thought that Seungcheol had your back, that it was you and him against the world. But, in all honesty, it was just you against his world and the rules he lived by. He never told his mother to just stop the harassment, he would just appease her for a while and stay quiet when she tried to change you. He never said anything when you changed your entire being to try to fit into what she wanted.

You were to blame too but in your mind those changes were just something you had to do to with the the man you loved.

“Hi, baby” you felt lips press against your hair and the bags you were carrying being taken away from your hands “Did you wait for a long time?”

Finally, you pulled your eyes away from Seungcheol and looked up, to Mingyu. Up until that moment, your heart was beating like crazy inside your chest but at the sight of Mingyu, everything seemed to calm down.

A year after moving, you met Mingyu. He was the owner of a small restaurant close to the hospital you worked at. Joshua was the one to find the place when he went to visit you You were one of his first clients and then probably the most assiduous one. You went there almost every friday for lunch, ordering something different every time because if the steak was that good, everything else has to be good too.

After a few months, he was the one who brought out the food for you. You were yet to order but he placed a plate in front of you, the most delicious smell intoxicating all of your senses.

“I haven’t ordered anything yet,” you said, confused, looking up at him.

Mingyu was probably the most handsome man you had ever encountered in your life and that was saying a lot. His eyes were spectant as he talked with you, he hid his hand inside the pocket of his apron.

“I know but you come here every week and you seem to enjoy the food. Since I’m trying a new dish, I thought that you would like to try it”

Your lips formed a smile, the biggest one you had given someone in a very long time.

“Thank you. I’m sure it’s fantastic, especially if it tastes as amazing as it smells”

A few weeks after that, after a lot of flirting, Mingyu asked you on a date. A dinner after hours at the restaurant. You’re a busy woman, so I’ll take whichever moments you're willing to give me.

Saying yes had been hard. Though you were no longer in love with Seungcheol, a part of you was still hurt by the end of your marriage. You were thirty, divorced, only one relationship in your entire life. You felt like you didn’t have anything to give. And then Mingyu happened.

He made you forget everything about your past, about your lack of experience. When you told him that you were divorced, you sort of expected a change in the way he saw you. But that didn’t happen. He simply asked how it ended, and you gave him a very brief explanation — he cheated — and the conversation moved forward as if he had asked you what you did the day before.

The first date led to a second one, then a third, and soon you were dating. There was no official question or big gesture. Both of you just fell into this sort of routine. Some of your clothes were on his place, some of his on yours. A year and a half into the relationship you moved in together. You figured, since the two of you always spent the night together, either at his place or yours, living together would just be easier.

You were happy.

After you told him everything that had happened in your relationship with Seungcheol, from his mother to the cheating, Mingyu held your face in his hands. All of his emotions were in his eyes, the anger he felt for what had happened to you, for the hurt he heard in your voice whenever you spoke of your marriage, to the love he felt for you.

“I can’t promise that I won’t do anything that will hurt. If I could, I would do it right now. I know I will make mistakes and some of those will hurt you. But I will do everything in my power to not hurt you, to love you like you deserve to be loved”

His thumb wiped your tears away, and a second later you felt his lips over each of your eyes. His touch was ever so tender. Despite his hands being only on your face, you felt Mingyu everywhere.

“Where did you come from?” you had asked in a whisper.

“I was right here, just waiting for you”

Life with Mingyu, you came to understand, was very simple. Late-night talks, walks on the beach on sunny afternoons, meals you ate together, and undying laughter. Just a life completely filled with love.

“Who’s this?” Mingyu asked.

He didn’t like the way your back was stiff, how tense you looked. He had never seen a picture of your ex-husband, you didn’t have one and although he was curious about the man who was stupid enough to let you go, he didn’t care enough to look for his face online. Based on your reaction alone, Mingyu already knew who he was before you even said his name.

“Seungcheol”

Mingyu looked at the man who broke your heart. There wasn’t anything special to see. The only thing Mingyu did to acknowledge him was a short nod and a distaste hum.

“Come one, let’s go home” he tugged on your hand, walking past Seungcheol.

Mingyu wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body against his and kissing your hair once again. You wrapped your arm around his waist and squeezed him, a silent thank you, but also a silent i love you. He kissed your hair a third time.

Not once did you look back, to see if Seungcheol was still standing there.

Seungcheol was your past. But Mingyu was your present and your future.

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 14 (Orgasm Denial)

Jackson Rippner x Reader (NSFW)

(1,064 Words)

Summary: you refuse to give Jackson his phone call, so he refuses to let you come

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, hostage situation, threats, airplane bathroom sex (woooo mile high club), little bit of hair pulling, Jackson being forceful, orgasm denial (duh)

Notes: ok, so I meant to write a fic for this movie WAAAAAAAY back in April but hey, better late than never LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself in a hostage situation, but here you are.

One moment, you’re sharing a drink with the charming man you met at the bar in the airport, then next thing you know, you’re forty thousand feet in the air, staring out the window, by that same charming man, keeping you trapped to your seat.

His plan to you was easy: call the hotel, and switch the room. That’s it. The way he had described it to you was exceedingly simple. He specifically told you, it’s simple. But if it was so simple, why would he threaten to kill your family? Why was he so hellbent on getting you to switch the room? Why would he shoot down your every single, rightful attempt to escape? If it was so simple, why couldn’t he do it? What was he really hiding from you?

“Jackson, this is fucking insane,” you hiss. “Sooner or later I was eventually going to have to go to the bathroom, it’s an eight hour flight for Christ sake.”

He holds up an empty water bottle. “Best I can do.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny?” You let out a soft chuckle, laced with annoyance. “You think you’re fucking funny? You’re not funny, Jackson.”

“Look, if you just made-”

“No, no, what would be funny, was if you let me piss myself, making a scene on this fucking plane, which I’m sure you wouldn’t want, right?”

Jackson sits there silently as you continue to go on your whispered tirade.

“And if I get taken away, you’ll never get that call.”

“Your family will die.”

“How bad do you want it, Jackson? Fucking try me. You want me to make that call? Then please, let me go.”

Jackson stares at you for a moment, completely dumbfounded. His icy eyes soon narrow into an amused gaze. He lets out an entertained sigh, and gets up from his seat.

You cock your head, confused. At first you think it’s some sort of trick until he motions for you to go. As you make your way down the aisle, you feel a tight grip on your wrist, holding you back.

“Don’t get cute.”

He lets you go, and you find yourself in the cramped space. After locking the door, you make the attempt to collect yourself, taking in a deep breath and exhaling a groan of pure rage. You curse yourself at the situation you found yourself in. You curse yourself for the possible danger you’ve landed your family and possibly innocent people in. You stare at yourself in the mirror, angry that you even let yourself fall for him back at the bar before all this even happened. At this point, you would like for nothing more than to punch the mirror, cracking and shattering it into shards.

Wait. The mirror?

Glancing at the soap dispenser, you frantically pump out some of the soap, forming suds on your hands. By the time you’re finished writing your message, you let out a laugh of relief. Cleaning off the evidence, satisfied with your plan to escape, the pride suddenly drops into the pits of your stomach as you find Jackson, waiting outside the door.

Before either of you can get a word out, you feel his hand covering your mouth. The back of your head hits the wall as he slams the bathroom door shut. You feel woozy, from the quick motion quickly halting to a stop. You can hardly pick up what he’s saying until you find your consciousness has faded back into place.

“If that little, by-the-book stewardess saw that, the plane would be safely landed, I wouldn’t be able to relay my command to the man outside your house, and your family will be dead.” His hand grips the sides of your cheeks, forcing your gaze to meet his. His eyes, glacial, look at you fixedly. “It would be wise of you to stop gambling with their lives.”

Due to the cramped space you two currently find yourselves in, you feel his body on top of yours, impossibly close. The room starts to grow heated. Breathing heavily, adrenaline flows through you, ready to escape by any means necessary. Without thinking, you press your lips to his.

He opens his mouth slightly, allowing you to feel one another’s tongues in your mouth. He nips at your lip as he pulls away, eliciting a soft mewl to escape your lips. You gaze into each other’s eyes, deeply, before diving back into one another.

The kisses grow more heated. You can feel him gripping at every curve and crevice of your body. Your hands make their way up to his head, fingers raking through his hair, giving it a soft tug. You note that this seems to spur him on, as he grinds himself against you. Feeling the sudden friction to your groan, you let out a hushed moan.

You soon find yourself being propped up on the sink. The sound of heavy breathing and Jackson unzipping his pants fills the cramped cubicle of a room. You can feel a growing dampness from within you sex. Arousal spikes within you, once Jackson’s throbbing cock is whipped out from his pants.

A hand drops in between your sex. You bite back a moan as Jackson gathers your pooling arousal, swiping over the spots that make you squirm. He lets out a smooth chuckle, pleased with himself. Positioning himself with your entrance, you feel his cock slide into you roughly. His other hand warps into your scalp, yanking you closer to him as he fucks into you.

His pace is slow, but exponentially rough. You can feel him splitting you open deliciously, fighting the urge to let out whimpers of pleasure escape, which would compromise both your position. It’s when he speeds up his pace, which has you getting more vocal as you beg for your release.

“Jackson, please,” you pant. Your back hits the wall with each thrust, feeling yourself come more and more undone.

“N-not until, fuck, you make, the call,” he grunts, pounding into you.

“Mmm, you know, I-I can’t do that.”

“Then I guess, you won’t be coming anytime soon,” he teases, cruelty staining his voice. He slows down his pace, significantly, forcing your approaching peak to cease. “It’s your choice, how bad do you want it?”

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horangboosadan · 10 months

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ROCK WITH YOU [8/10]

episode eight: so let me listen to all your emotions

pairing: idol!lee chan x gender neutral!actor!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, angst, best friend!jun, actor au, smau, on screen lovers off screen besties, intentional lowercase

synopsis: after the release of your most recent drama, the world decides that you and your co-star/best friend would be the perfect couple. the influx of positive reactions are great for your career, his career, and the drama. however, it tears at you to lie to your fans and appear dishonest towards your boyfriend. being a k-pop idol, revealing your relationship can come with unforeseen consequences. how do you tackle the onslaught of people who want the inside scoop of you and your co-star, and your boyfriend in denial about his jealousy without compromising either relationship?

wc: 2.1k

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the sound of the code being punched and the melody that sings when it's correct jolts you out of your half-sleep state. the creak of the door opening and the click of it closing has you shake your head. the soft footsteps making their way in your direction has your brain hurt as your mind filters through a million thoughts that have so far kept you from sleeping since you came home.

maybe it’s for the better―you get a chance for your circadian rhythm to adapt back to where it’s supposed to be.

“i brought food,” says chan as he enters the living room. he smiles; a huge grin that seems to lighten every load on your shoulders and clear your mind of whatever fears were coursing through it. the grin stays all the way over to the couch, only disappearing as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too.” you return his smile. “and i love you for bringing food because i haven’t really eaten anything all day.”

he sets the bag of food on the coffee table and seats himself next to you on the couch. “thought so. i wasn’t sure you’d even be awake.”

“somehow, i was too exhausted to even sleep,” you say. you’re half joking, but you’re aware of the slight nervousness in your voice. chan usually picks up on it, but you’re not sure if he’ll chalk it up to exhaustion or realize that there is something on your mind keeping you from resting.

“then we eat and go to sleep. we both need it.” he kisses you, and starts to take the food out of the bag.

your heart hammers in its cage. there’s a nagging feeling at the back of your mind telling you there isn’t anything to worry about, that you’ve been seeing things in his messages because you want to, because you know you won’t stand up for your own discomfort when it comes to the whole leaning into a romantic interest in jun. however, the moment chan says anything, you’ll do something. maybe seungkwan and vernon were wrong.

yet, there’s that pit in your stomach that keeps telling you that chan isn’t his normal self. his unusual long time in answering texts, his lack of trying to find time to actually talk after your first week away, his short answers, and his sudden lack of emojis whenever he said ‘i love you’ or ‘i miss you’. a part of you wants to tell yourself your just reading into it, that your exhaustion is taking over, but your gut says differently.

you’ve always trusted your gut.

“tell me about your trip,” says chan as he hands you a pair of chopsticks, already broken apart and ready to use.

you shake your head. “hmm, it was nice. a lot of bad weather, but that was the reason we shot there in the first place, apparently. the cast is nice, the crew was nice, and everything went very smoothly, but mostly i couldn’t enjoy myself due to a lack of sleep and breaks. i had a few on set, but my role is big enough that i didn’t have as much time to sit down as i wanted to.” you stop talking by starting to eat, figuring it can be a good excuse to not say anything else.

chan doesn’t say anything, but he’s looking intently at you. his gaze makes you feel loved, but it also feels piercing, as if he can see right through you. see your worries. see your exhaustion. “eat up, okay? you look like you need a good nights sleep.”

“thanks for the compliment," you say and huff jokingly.

“i didn’t mean it like that!” he says quickly. he takes your free hand with his and uses his thumb to caress the back of your hand. “you always look good, okay?”

you pout and look down. you both know it’s an act, but you like doing it. you like having him dote on you, which is exactly what he proceeds to do as he cups your face with both hands and lifts your head so you look at him. “you’re the most gorgeous, beautifulest, prettiest, handsomest, whatever adjective you want, person in the world.” with each adjective, he presses a kiss to your lips, and he continues after until you stop pouting and your lips draw into a smile.

“and even more so when you smile,” he adds and kisses you again.

it helps. it helps you regain energy, and it helps some of those worries slip away. whatever this jealousy thing is―if vernon is correct―you know that you’re not going to lose chan because of it.

all the tension in your veins seeps out. the thought of how much chan loves you, of how much you love him, fills them with warmth instead. a soft, cuddly warmth that doubles when chan puts an arm around you and drags you into his side.

you eat like that for a while, snuggled up together. chan feeds you bites of food, and you’re pretty sure you’re gonna fall asleep. however, as the food runs out, your worries haven’t disappeared enough for you to let go of them.

“i’ll clean up, okay? just get ready for bed and i’ll see you in there.” chan lets go of you. the warmth of his arm disappears and he gets up to start gathering the trash.

he doesn’t get far before you grab his hand and pull him back down onto the couch. “not yet,” you say.

chan laughs and pulls you in for a hug. “you missed me that much?”

you lightly punch at him, not letting go of the hug as you nod. maybe you are holding him back for another reason, but you did really miss him that much. so much you don’t want to let go of him, so much that you couldn’t be happier with the knowledge that you have all of tomorrow to spend together.

“yeah, i did,” you say as you pull out of the hug, “but there is something else.”

chan cocks his head. “something’s wrong?”

you grimace and shrug. “i don’t know.” the words won’t come. you don’t want to startle him, to scare him, to have him withdraw because he doesn’t want to discuss it. what if seungkwan’s right and he feels stupid for his feelings and therefore won’t talk about them? but you’ve been together for two years already, you know how to be honest with each other.

“okay, so, i just need to know how you feel about this whole dating rumor between me and jun,” you say. “i know you said you’re fine, but i want you to be completely honest.”

“i’m fine.” chan smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i mean it. it’s fine. i know that it’s not true, and whatever the world may think, i know the truth.”

you want to believe him. you want to just say, ‘okay, let’s go to bed’, but you know he’s not telling the truth. “you don’t have to be fine with it.” you swallow, trying to keep your voice level, clear, and without the shake to it you can hear so well. you’re an actor, you should be able to do this, but somehow, without a camera, you never manage to. “i mean it. you don’t have to be fine with it. i wouldn’t be. i would hate seeing you with someone else. i would hate it even more if everyone wanted you to be with someone else. babe, i get jealous of you flirting with carats on lives and fancalls.”

the silence is loud. chan avoids your gaze, looking instead at his hands as he fiddles with the strings of his hoodie. you take his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing. “it’s okay.”

his voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks. “it’s stupid,” he says, and your heart breaks.

“it’s not stupid.” you use your other hand to lift his head up to look at you. “i am telling you, whatever you’re feeling, it is not stupid.”

“i don’t like it. i don’t like feeling this way, i don’t like seeing everyone talk about you, i don’t like all the comments about the two of you. they even asked on my live, about you and jun. i think i did well not to make it obvious, but i hated it. but it’s so stupid to feel this way when i know you and jun, and i know you’d never think of each other that way.” he sniffles. a tear runs down his cheek. you wipe it away. “seeing people talk about you as if you’re with someone else makes me feel like i don’t matter.”

you pull him close in a tight hug. he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “baby, i’m sorry,” you say. his arms tightens around you, holding you as close as possible. you don’t pull away, waiting for him to decide when he doesn’t need a hug anymore.

it lasts for what feels like forever and the blink of an eye at the same time. a mixture of feelings spread out through your body. you can’t tell what it is, can’t tell how you’re feeling as chan pulls out of your hug. somehow, you know what you want to do next;

make sure all these rumors and theories and whatever they are stop.

“i love you, you know that, right?” you ask. you lean your forehead against his.

“i know. i love you, too.” he kisses you. you kiss back, keeping him close before he pulls away.

it’s still a short kiss, but it has you remember all the things you love about him. the way he smiles, the way he talks, the way he dances, the way he laughs. all the things that had you fall for him in the first place, the reason why it hurts you so much to see him hurting.

when you pull away, you only have one thought on your mind.

“do you wanna tell the world?”

it’s a big question. going public about your relationship could jeopardize your careers. it will have more consequences for his as an idol than yours as an actor, and it would put you both in the limelight for something other than what you want to be there for. you’ve worked hard to keep your relationship private, to keep your private life out of the public eye. but that one kiss and this whole conversation made you realize that you love chan enough to risk it.

chan pulls away. he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers. “i want everyone to know how much i love you,” he says. “but are you sure?”

you shrug. “i don’t know what might happen if we do, but you’re hurting so much because of all this talk about me and jun that i don’t know how else to battle it. there’s still so much of it that im not sure if it will blow over when the drama ends.” you take a deep breath and smile. “and i love you so much that i’m willing to risk whatever consequences may come.”

“really?” there’s something hopeful in his voice, something ready to agree. “you’re absolutely sure?”

“yes. i love you and i want the whole world to know.” you kiss him. “it’s not like we’d be announcing it right this second, and we can still think about it, but maybe that’s the next step.”

chan grins. “i love you, too.” he presses a kiss to the back of your hand, fingers still entwined. “does this mean i can openly flirt with you at all times?”

“i guess.” you laugh. “but the deal is you stop overusing that smirk emoji.”

“i love that emoji. it gets the point across.”

“well, i don’t need it to know what you’re trying to say, though. i know exactly what’s on your mind.” you smile, a giddy feeling now coursing through your veins. “also, you have to stop saying sleep whenever you don’t actually mean to sleep.”

chan fakes a shocked look. “what? you want me to say sex every time? even in front of other people?”

you hit him lightly. “i don’t want you to talk about it in front of other people at all,” you say and start to get up from the couch. “c’mon. let’s clean up, go to bed, and maybe i’ll have enough energy to sleep tomorrow.”

chan pulls you back down by your hands still entwined. “we can always sleep now,” he says, and kisses the corner of your mouth.

there is no one in the entire world you love more then lee chan, and he continues to make you love him more every single day. even with the nervous tension that comes with revealing your relationship to the public, the prospect of your future together looks brighter than ever.

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a written chapter for a change. they finally talked! i really like this chapter but my god is the change between doing texting and actually writing it out hard at times (i think i rewrote this like three times before i was happy with it, and im still not actually sure im happy with it...) anyways, im currently on christmas break from uni (finally done with exams and at least one went well and we'll see), which may mean more one shots and hopefully a christmas themed one? idk, but i hope...

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iri-scrublord · 4 months

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Fresh Season 2 Weapon Review

Once again, I'm putting my faith in the automatic cut. If it doesn't show up for you guys, god help you. Or press the...what is it? J key? K key? One of those skips to the next post.

Below there be thoughts on the weapons that came out.

The Whale In The Room

There're less weapons each time one of these damn seasons comes out. The first season of each era bans a bunch of the old weapons as they figure out the balance with the new stuff. That's fine, there was still a ton of stuff to go through. The second season of the De-Recall era introduced 13 weapons.

The third introduced twelve. The fourth introduced eleven. Ten. Nine. Eleven. And this new one coming up has eight.

Squidforce is losing steam. If I've said it before, I'll say it again. They're a bunch of boomers and need to go. Get some fresh minds in there. Like me. I'll run the damn league I don't give a damn, you think I don't know my way around weapon and stage logistics? Hell, maybe I'll even allow all of the idols I sponsor to, I don't know, participate in the damn sport.

I'm not going to rant again about accessibility, I did that last time. But it's a damn sin that Big Man has to sit there, on a podcast, and wax poetic about turf and ranked - sorry, anarchy - and the only time he gets to hold the fuckin' weapons is when he's working his second job at war because Grizz doesn't give a shit about regulations (Thank Squod).

Anyway. #DownWithSF.

TL;DRs in the tags.

Deco's .52 Gal (w/ Curling Bomb and Splattercolor Screen)

I'm trying a new formatting thing with the titles. It's going to be a little less consistent with what people actually call the weapons, but I want to highlight the developers of the kits a little more. There's a lot of work that goes into making even the worst kits, and it's not fair to the engineers at each company not to shout out who made them.

I've already given my view on the Splattercolor Screen last time, so I'm not going to go on and on about it. They did rework it, but barely. Still gives you damn achromatopsia, but...I dunno, it's not as bad as before. Dialed it back, I guess. Blegh.

The weapon itself...? I mean it's fine? The .52 didn't really need a tool for getting in like the Curling Bomb, it's got healthy ink spread and decent range. Curling Bomb is usually best on weapons that either have trouble inking or short range.

Course, that's me trying to be impartial. If you want to know my bias, I love curling bombs because it's so much fun to splat people with them. It's almost as embarrassing as dying to a Sprinkler.

That's besides the point though. If I'm going to be forced to think about the synergy with...that thing...I guess it provides pretty good area denial. The .52 is a scary enough weapon that it can take out opponents at a safe distance, and anyone heading through the screen is going to be at even more of a disadvantage than they normally would be going into neutral with it. The curling bombs don't add much, though.

Custom's E-Liter 4K and E-Liter 4K Scope (w/ Squid Beakon and Kraken Royale)

So. I've been one to rag on E-Liters in the past. Like literally last season, I ragged on them. And before grading this weapon, I'd like to retract some of my previous statements.

E-Liters are perfectly respectable weapons, capable of being played in skilled and interesting ways.

It's you saltlicks that just sit in the same damn place for five minutes doing sweet FA but looking down your sights that piss me the fuck off. Do you spend your free time watching paint dry? Do you put your meals in the microwave at low power just so you can watch that shit turn for thirty minutes? The hell are you doing playing this sport when you could pick up the well-respected and more-your-speed human game of FUCKING BACKGAMMON

Anyway. The actual weapon. Once again, freaky special, but I did try it. Don't say I never did anything for you guys. And...I like it. E-Liter at its base is a very solid support weapon. Even just seeing one on the other team is psy-ops, and as long as you can convince the enemy that you're a threat, you don't actually have to follow through on too much to keep them on their toes. Squid Beakons are great to mobilize your team, since you won't be on the front lines unless you're a Battle E-Liter (respect). And the Kraken works wonders to get people off of you. Just try and use it smart, don't chase people off into the wild blue and get caught with your pants down when it expires.

Custom's Explosher (w/ Splash Wall and Triple Splashdown)

Ahhh, Triple Splashdown. The noobkiller. Menace to turf, nigh inconsequential to ranked - sorry, anarchy.

I like this kit. Explosher has always had a lot of trouble keeping people off of it, and its base kit of Point Sensor and Ink Storm didn't really do much to help it. But this one's got a Splash Wall to give a bit of buffer (though you're going to need to stack some Ink Savers if you want to do anything after throwing one), and Triple Splashdown as a panic button.

I don't normally like panic buttons at the best of times, but this is a weapon that really needs one. Getting rushed down sucks as this thing, and having some tools to help with being harrassed by Splooshes and the like really helped it out.

Dolphin's Dread Wringer (w/ Squid Beakon and Wave Breaker)

I don't like Squid Beakons quite as much on this guy. The Wave Breaker works nicely with such a slow but terrifying weapon. I love Wave Breakers on any kind of mid-to-long range slosher that can take advantage of tags over walls. So...most of them. But Squid Beakon?

I mean this thing isn't going to be on the front lines all the time, sure, and it never hurts to have beakons on the team, but...I don't know, I feel like if the team tried a little harder, Dolphin could have found something better for it. Hell, Dolphin makes Sprinklers, right? I would have taken a Sprinkler over Beakons to make for even more consistent specials.

Eh, I dunno. The Wave Breaker's nice.

Foil's Flingza Roller (w/ Suction Bomb and Splattercolor Screen)

I love the finish on this thing. The Flingza Roller to begin with is one of my favourite weapons to look at. Weird, rustic, industrial. The folding mechanism needs constant upkeep, sure, with a roller whose entire gimmick revolves around the flick, that's only natural, but it's so simple yet so great. And the navy blue finish is just, chef's kiss, y'know?

And yeah, another Splattercolor Screen, you knew they were coming.

...

Okay, I'm stalling a little. I freaking love this weapon. I loved the original Flingza, and as much as I wanted to hate this thing because of its special, I don't. I really don't. Suction Bombs just feel so good to make people scatter like minnows. And until Dynamo stops sucking major ass, this is the closest we're going to have to a long range roller. With Suction and Screen, this thing excels at flushing people out and following through. And I HATE that I think that because I still fucking hate the Screen.

Deco's Glooga Dualies (w/ Point Sensor and Trizooka)

First off, absolutely love the finish. Striking. They look like power tools.

But other than that? I dunno, they're...good. They're good. Tagging is always nice, though I kind of wish that they had the dart instead. More weapons need that thing, and I think it's neat. I could probably fit a dart onto Gloogas if I really wanted to, though I'm not sure I'd be able to make it league legal (#DownWithSF).

But I'm digressing. Going into a fantasyland where I get to make my own kits for league.

There's just not much exciting or standout about it, y'know? Tag someone, take 'em out. Tag someone, take 'em out. Gloogas are a pretty terrifying weapon as they are, and this is just a way more aggressive kit. But it's not like....burst bomb aggressive.

...Or line marker - sorry, Angle Shooter aggressive. (Nouveau I swear to god please change the name)

Shelly and Donny's Nautilus '79 (w/ Suction Bomb and Triple Splashdown)

What a gorgeous weapon. The gold-rimmed finish? God. Sheldon knows how to make 'em. Or, I should say, not Sheldon. I happen to know that this one was designed and manufactured by Shelly and Donny, the little guys that run the stores in Inkopolis. They look pretty young (I haven't asked ages) but for their first crack at a weapon kit they did a pretty good job. Pick this weapon up if you can. Even if they're in the pocket of Squidforce, it's always good to support up-and-coming designers.

Beyond the looks, this thing is serviceable. (Sorry, guys, but I'm not going to mince words just because you're new. Feedback is feedback, and if you only get gilded phrases you'll never grow!) Suction Bomb and Triple Splashdown is an alright combo, respectable, though I get the inkling that the two of them had Squidforce breathing down their neck trying to make them include one of the new specials in this thing. I haven't gotten a Splashdown dev kit yet, so I don't know how actually hard it is to work with, so I'm gonna give them the benefit of the doubt and say that they did the best they could under the circumstances.

Dolphin's New Squiffer (w/ Autobomb and Zipcaster)

Fuck you guys they put a fun weapon in the game.

I don't care if it fucking sucks or is the best thing on the planet it's fucking fun okay

We can have a fun weapon every so fucking often as a treat

Custom's Douser Dualies FF (w/ Ink Mine and Killer Wail 5.1)

Alright, on to the brand new weapons they introduced. The meat of it.

That is to say the fucking pair of them come the FUCK ON-

These guys are interesting. Love the firehose inspiration, Custom's really been coming out lately. Three new kits (The E-Liter and Scope count as one) and a brand new weapon in a single season? Jeez, guys, slow down!

As for effectiveness, I like the special on them. They're pretty long range as it is, but they've got a damn slow kill time if they don't roll, and if they roll, they don't have the damn long range anymore. So the Wail really helps them out.

I think if I had to use a word t describe the Dousers it'd be 'underestimated'. That's probably going to wear off the more we see them, and understand how they work, but they just don't look like they should have the range that they do. Those hydraulic pumps do wonders man, what I wouldn't give for a three month internship at Custom. Custom's weapon department. I don't want to be stuck making actual fucking power tools.

Sub's a wash.

Sorella's Recycled Brella 24 Mk I (ft. Ammo Knights) (w/ Angle Shooter and Big Bubbler)

So you might be looking at the name and going "oh damn that's familiar"

And you might look at the aesthetic of it and go "Oh damn that's familiar"

And I kind of gave the game away by putting it in the heading but...yeah! This is a collaborative weapon between Sorella and Ammo Knights! Sheldon's never actually had the opportunity to make a brella before this, because Sorella's got a patent down on the damn things. Same reason I haven't been able to make any either. (Same reason they're all kinda dogshit tbh)

But they actually opened up the golden gates for a bit to let someone else in! And it's my man Sheldon! How did he do??

....Bad. Sheldon did bad.

Or, more accurately, I think Sorella did bad. I can see Sheldon's character in here. He always makes weird and interesting weapons with cool catches to them. This one's definitely the power in the shaft, and the fast-launching canopy. The aesthetics are so fucking good, too, I love what he did with it.

But I can feel Sorella's influence creeping over this thing like black fucking sludge. It's slow, the canopy's a joke, and what is that KIT? Big Bubbler??? On this???? Are you fucking joking?????

I'm so sorry they had to do you like this Sheldon I'm so fucking sorry

And that's Fresh Season 2. Done literally what, two hours before Sizzle Season 2 comes out.

I'm going to try and get that review done in time before the last minute, I promise, just...I dunno. Had a weird bit in the middle of the season where I just kinda. Existed, for a bit.

Side note, anybody get that? Like, two weeks in or something, you just got this striking sense of ennui, like your thoughts all just vanished for a couple of days? I talked to a few guys and they felt the same thing around the same time. Promise this isn't a race thing, but octos got hit especially hard. Hope you're all okay.

Take care of yourselves, guys. Burnout's real.

#Fresh Season 2024 #Splatoon 3 #.52 Gal Deco: It provides pretty good area denial. The curling bombs don't add much though #Custom E-Liter 4K and E-Liter 4K Scope: A very solid support weapon #Custom Explosher: Having some tools to help with being harassed really helped it out #Dread Wringer D: The Wave Breaker's nice #Foil Flingza Roller: This thing excels at flushing people out and following through #Glooga Dualies Deco: Gloogas are a terrifying weapon as they are and this is just a way more aggressive kit #Nautilus '79: This thing is serviceable. respectable.#New Squiffer: We can have a fun weapon every so often as a treat #Douser Dualies FF: They don't look like they should have the range that they do. Sub's a wash #Recycled Brella 24 Mk I: I'm so sorry they had to do you like this

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tintagel-or-cockleshells · 1 year

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7, 16, and 20 for the meta writer asks!

First off, please know my initial response to this was HNRGH. I love meta-talk, baybee.

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

I use a lot of lists in my writing, particularly when characters are thinking things through. This is because I personally do this while thinking. Josefin helped point this out to me - we were editing a chapter I'd written for our project and she pointed out there were three lists in eight pages. Whoops.

I also think a hallmark of mine is writing around the point. I need to go from A to B, I'm reminded of C as I write A so it goes A - long digression to C - back to B.

Recently I've also caught myself finishing a story with enforced outsider perspectives - articles about the final event, blurbs of a book written after they get back together - so I want to stick to in-the-moment storytelling for my next one.

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

I'm trying to write longer form. Typically my fics are like 5 pages a chapter, longer if it's a oneshot, but my latest one is hovering at 50 pages and we've just started chapter 4 (potentially - i want to chop it up after the writing to see how it fits best).

I've also gone a little more serious with it! Comedy is fun to write, but I've not felt up to writing a caper in a little while (wedding planning as we hurtle towards the last few months of prep is STEPPING UP) so it's kind of a relief to write this story and go 'y'know, gold vs clear plinths for aisle florals is not as big of a deal as (plot of story)'.

(I really hate the clear plinths. Not the vibe.)

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

In Ghosted one of the things I was really proud of was how Alex went through his own personal five stages. If the classic ones are denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, he first denied it was even possible for him to come back; got furious (mainly wirh Zahra) when he thought she'd lied, bargained with Henry's prone body, got depressed about it, and then accepted both seeing his family and that he was definitely going to become alive again.

I've always been morbid and really fascinated by death so please expect more gloomy goodness.

In Red, White and Royal Ballet I had lots of fun with the ballet references. Alex's fear of the character parts, which get pulled out of a hat but you're not there for their feats of dancing - look at the clog dance from La Fille mal gardée and you'll see technical skill but none of the showstopping jumps he wants to do as the leading men.

Ballet is also a very -ist institution. Alex doesn't 'look the part' of the prince. You know who 100% does? Henry, and there's symbolism in how he rejected a place with his grandmother after seeing how it hurt Bea - an abdication of sorts.

There's also the fact that Alex performs quite a lot in tragic ballets before Henry comes along! Giselle, La Bayadère, Mayerling are all cryfests with a lot of death. It's why it's important there's no deaths at the end!

Thank you for the asks very much, I had a lovely time answering :)

#ask game #pls

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hello my dear!!! how are you? hope the new year is treating you well 💜💜 I'm wondering if you or your followers have any h/c fic recs for Bucky or Hawkeye?

Hello nonny! I'm doing very well! So far 2023 has been pretty great. Three days into the new I got a call to interview for a job I really want, had the interview yesterday and it went really well. So I'm really hoping that I'll get the next interview and hopefully the job! I've been trying for a long time to get a job and already 2023 is treating me better at the job search than 2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022 lol. I hope the year is going well for you so far!!!

Anyways, yes I do have a few fic recs for you! Love both Hawkeye and Bucky whump. Good stuff.

For Hawkeye:

Teambreaking by Arkada: The Avengers are supposed to be a team, but when the team turns into a sexual relationship, Clint just knows everything's going to fall apart, because he's asexual, and suddenly the team is something he can't be a part of. Being alone is the last thing in the world he wants, and he'll go to desperate lengths to keep his friends with him.

Coming In by Arkada: Clint's asexual, and he's been putting himself in Medical to keep it secret from the Avengers. Telling them makes things worse before they're better.

SOS Hawkeye aka 1001 Ways to Almost Kill Clint Barton by Sandylee007: Exactly as the title suggests. A collection of (mostly) independent oneshots or short stories where Clint Barton, alias Hawkeye, nearly dies.

A Hawk's Freefall by Sandylee007: On a mission that was supposed to be routine Clint/Hawkeye ends up getting badly injured. Has luck finally ran out or will the team and his own stubbornness keep him hanging on?

Thin Ice by AisforAWKWARD: For JadenGrace1's prompt, "While rescuing Tony, Clint falls through the ice of a frozen lake, river, etc. Cue lots of snark, angst, and more snark."

The Best Laid Plans by flashwitch: So, Clint's been rescued. But it's not all hearts and flowers. He's struggling in the aftermath, and the rest of the team are all struggling along with him. Latest in the OCD Verse. Follows on directly from Break from Routine.

Friends Check for Bullet Wounds by Ezra Cross: utter, shameless, clint injury. It's been a couple months since New York changed everyone. Bruce tracks Clint down in his room one night and finds the archer in dire straights. terrified to move with a ten inch steak knife stuck in his chest, what will they do to save him? And what sort of pain has Clint been hiding beneath the physical?Team bonding, Clint!whump, Steve/Thor revenge

For Bucky:

Bullets and Bandages, Tanks and Tents by OneStepShort: “It’s okay, I got it.” Sam doesn’t really listen to him. “What are you gonna do, pull it out yourself?” Bucky doesn’t answer. Sam finally stills. “You can’t pull it out yourself.”

Acceptance is the first part of Healing by Laevateinn: "You good?" Wilson asks him, after he fought against eight men. "You okay?" Wilson asks him, when they get to Sharon’s house. "You hurt?" Wilson asks him, when they get out of the car. Yes, Wilson. All good. Now if the guy could shut up and carry on, that'd be great. Why would he be anything but anyway? It's not as if anything that happened that day hasn't happened before.

Rest by HeartoftheWizard: Bucky refuses to sleep. Getting electrocuted in the warehouse while fighting Walker brings back traumatic memories for him. He can only go without sleep for so long.

pitch black; pale blue by freakymcgoo: Sam desperately wants to shove the idea back under and forget it existed; the swell of rage and fear tailgating the realization that Bucky is the merchandise, and all the underlying reasons why that even makes sense. He wants to cling to the last shreds of his denial, hold his momma’s hand like a scared little kid again, because in no world should that make sense. ---- Before the deal at the bar begins, Selby requires a demonstration from the Winter Soldier. Sam doesn't take it well.

Masks Required by FalconEye: It’s just a piece of cloth, so why can’t Bucky just put it on?

i don’t need serotonin if i can just have your hand by cyanica: "Can I… Can I hold your hand?” He reached out, human and warm in the sunlight that shone upon Sam in a kind of iridescence that was all-consuming. His eyes were half-lidded and glassy, the twilight dawn breaking all over the atmosphere as he watched it devote itself to Sam’s presence like each spec of dust caught within the sunshine were fireflies addicted to his glow. “Something – something else to know what's real if I wake up and can't remember.”

Hold Me Close and Hold Me Fast by gr0gu:

It's all too much for Bucky. The lights, the music - if you can call this music, the bodies rubbing against one another. He feels claustrophobic and like his body is on fire. It's obvious to him what's happening when he feels throat is closing up and his palm begins to sweat. He needs to get out of here before he does something stupid. Something dangerous. or - Sam helps Bucky get out of his head by dancing. Feelings ensue.

a glimpse into the lives of Sam and Bucky by Shes_from_the_Twilight_Zone: The evolution of Sam and Bucky’s relationship (told in no particular order) as told through some angsty and fluffy moments/one-shots.

A Star in the Western Sky by juniperwick: Sam wakes up on the flight to Riga to find Bucky's not okay.

#mod replies #ask #mods fic recs #bucky barnes #clint barton #the winter soldier #hawkeye #whump fics

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once upon a time (the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned)

[chuck and blair reminisce about the importance of a certain night 15 years ago with a little help from henry ♡ rated m]

Blair couldn't tell you the exact moment she fell in love with Chuck. She's been thinking all day. Maybe it was one afternoon in The Palace, tangling in the sheets and trying to stay quiet. Maybe it was when she caught sight of him at school, her heart feeling like it was stuck in her throat and her cheeks flushing. Maybe it was when he looked at her, and saw her, truly saw her, and didn't run away. Or, maybe, she's always loved him, since the very first moment they met, and she just couldn't admit it. Whatever the answer, she's certain that every day she loves him more, no matter how impossible it seems.

She sighs, moving another box out of her walk-in closet. Henry lays on her and Chuck's bed, happily sorting through old photographs that he found. Blair sets the latest box next to him, and once again questions why she decided that today, two days before her thirty-second birthday, is the perfect day to reorganise her closet.

"I like daddy's scarf" Henry declares, fingers tracing the image of his father, "is it in here?"

"It should be on his side of the closet" Blair replies, "maybe we can find it with him later"

Henry grins, "can I wear it?"

"Of course" Blair leans in conspiratorially, hand at the side of her mouth, "I think you'll look even more handsome than daddy wearing it"

"Really?" Henry gasps, eyes growing wide to match his smile.

"Really. And I'm sure daddy will agree"

With that she kisses his cheek and heads back into the closet, wishing that she had Dorota to help. She reaches up for the next box, her throat catching at the sight of it. This box has held joy, pain, the best memories, the worst memories, her everything, her nothing, something to reach for, and something to forget. The box itself may have changed over time, the contents grown, but it will always make her feel two days shy of seventeen. Or dizzyingly in love at eighteen. Or happier than ever at twenty-two. Blair carries it out proudly.

She gently sets it down on Henry's other side, his interest immediately sparking as she lifts the lid. Her hands carefully lift out the dress still on its hanger, fingers softly running over the blue lace.

"What's that mommy?" comes Henry's inquisitive voice, smaller hands resting on the edge of the box.

"This" Blair starts, fondness already seeping into her words, "is what I wore the day daddy fell in love with me, exactly fifteen years ago"

"That's a lot of years" Henry muses, "it looks kind of..." he trails off, lips twisting as he thinks into an expression that looks exactly like Chuck, "classic" he settles on.

Blair laughs "I said it looked like something from the Mayflower when your grandma Eleanor told me to wear it"

"So why'd you wear it?"

"Because it was the right thing to do. And because it ended up giving one of the best moments of my life"

"So daddy said he loved you then?"

"Not exactly" Blair smiles, dipping her head slightly, "but he did"

"But how do you know if he didn't say it?" Henry's eyebrows crease, reminding her entirely of herself this time.

"He told me later" she says, reaching out to tap his nose.

In hindsight, Chuck did make it very clear to her then too. They were both just too in-denial to realise it. Blair places the dress on the bed, and starts sorting through the rest of the box. The framed photo that used to sit in here now sits on her desk in her home office, alongside countless other pictures of her family. She tries to take some of the many inappropriate love letters out before Henry can see, but his little fingers are faster.

"You are my sympathy- my better self- my good angel- I am bound to you" Henry reads carefully aloud, Blair grateful that he didn't pick up anything unsuitable for an eight-year-old, "what does it mean mommy?"

"It's from a Charlotte Brontë novel, Jane Eyre. Daddy wrote that line for me a long time ago so I knew he was thinking of me when he went to work"

"Daddy still writes you things" Henry says confidently, trying to sneakily look at the notes Blair is keeping far away from him.

"And how do you know that?" she teases, placing the notes to the side.

"Because I've seen it. Yesterday, he wrote you something to give you today"

"Oh really? And did you happen-" she casually tickles his side, making him laugh, "to see what this very important note said?"

"Are you really that desperate to find out that you're resorting to interrogating our son?" comes Chuck's voice from their doorway.

Henry leaps up from their bed, hand tightly clutching his new favourite photograph of his father. Chuck crouches to hug him, softly kissing his head, before Henry eagerly shows him the photo.

"Mommy showed me her dress from when you fell in love too" Henry states proudly.

"Did she tell you the whole story?"

Henry shakes his head "nuh-uh. But she said I could wear your scarf!"

Chuck laughs softly, taking Henry's hand and leading him into his own side of their walk in closet, "let's get you suitably dressed to hear it, then"

Blair takes this opportunity to look through the notes, and can't fight the smile that blooms on her lips. They are sexual, sweet, loving, teasing, and everything in-between. She cannot wait to add another one to the pile.

Chuck and Henry come back out, and Blair beams at her boys. Chuck's scarf billows around Henry as he clambers back up onto the bed, a very familiar bowtie now adorning his little neck. Chuck comes up beside her, and kisses her once as a belated greeting, and twice just because he can.

"How do I look mommy?" Henry asks after they break apart, not at all phased by his parents kissing.

"I was right earlier" Blair says, reaching down to adjust his bowtie, "even more handsome than daddy"

Henry giggles at Chuck feigning offence, before leaning up to put his hand on his cheek like he's seen Blair do. Chuck kisses his palm, making Henry laugh again before dropping his hand back down. His small fingers carefully trace the lace pattern on his mother's dress, a question clearly forming in his head.

Henry takes a breath, "so what's the whole story? Why did you fall in love with mommy this day and not any other?"

Chuck sits next to Henry, Blair taking his other side, "because I saw her dance" he says simply.

Henry furrows his brows, "but you dance together all the time"

"We do. But, this time, she danced for me. She showed me her true self, and I never wanted her to be anything other than that. So that's why I fell in love with her"

Henry ponders this for a moment, chewing his lip. Blair quietly holds Chuck's hand behind Henry's back, trying to convey the words in her head. He knows, though. She is sure.

"So" Henry starts again, "what kind of dance did mom do? If it made you fall in love it must've been really good"

"Oh, I think mommy can show you" Chuck says, eyes sparkling.

"Oh, I don't think so" Blair says in a rush, standing quickly, "no dancing for mommy today"

"But I wanna see!" comes Henry's enthusiastic protest, his eyes shining like his father's, "come on mommy!"

"Yes, come on mommy"

Chuck snatches Blair's hand, pulling her swiftly onto his lap. She doesn't fight him, not really, simply making a fuss for Henry's amusement.

"Mommy can't dance like that anymore" she tries, ignoring Chuck's fingers tracing her hip, "sorry mon chou" she caresses Henry's cheek in an attempt to placate him.

Henry pouts, turning his best doe-eyed gaze on her, "are you sure?"

"I'm sure" she sighs.

"Then what about for daddy?" Henry tries.

"Yes" Chuck whispers lowly in her ear, "what about for daddy?"

Blair remains firm, "not even for daddy. But how about this-" she leans in towards Henry, "if you make sure you eat all your broccoli then I might be able to dance with you before daddy and I go out tonight. Deal?"

Henry considers her offer, glancing to Chuck for support, "all the broccoli?"

Blair nods, as does Chuck, before speaking, "all the broccoli" she says with exaggerated seriousness, "and I'll ask Rosalie to check"

Henry huffs, "deal"

They shake hands, Blair tickling him with her free hand until he squirms. Chuck joins in, Henry's laughter filling the room.

Their fun is interrupted by barking from downstairs. Clearly Rosalie is here. Blair wasn't entirely sure about hiring a French nanny, still lamenting the fact that Dorota couldn't join them in Paris, but Henry likes her, which is all that matters. His eyes widen, and he manages to sit up.

"I need to tell Rosalie about the broccoli!" he declares, darting off the bed.

Henry starts to leave, before doubling back to take the scarf off. Chuck thanks him with a kiss to the head, and Blair catches the careful way he folds it.

"Can I keep the bowtie on?"

"Of course"

Henry grins, "thank you daddy"

With that he's off, leaving Blair and Chuck alone. She gently lifts the dress up again, sighing back against Chuck as he comes up behind her. They stay like that for a moment, the air growing slightly warmer around them. Chuck kisses her neck softly. His hands skim the sides of her skirt, fingers teasing the fabric.

"I hear" Blair starts quietly, "that you have something for me. Our son hasn't mastered secret keeping just yet"

"We'll work on it on our next lost weekend" Chuck drawls, kissing just below her ear, "besides, you'll have to be more specific"

"A note"

Chuck hums lowly, "perhaps. But patience-" his teeth brush down her neck, "is a virtue, Waldorf"

Blair shivers, "do you really expect me to be virtuous today, Bass?"

"As I recall today is all about your virtue"

She mock huffs, pushing away from him to tidy the photos and clothing scattered on their bed. Chuck follows though, and presses one hand to her back as he picks up the photos Henry was looking through. They're mostly from before Henry was born, their younger selves staring back up at him. He flicks through them as Blair sets everything right again, before placing them back in the box he knows they're from without needing to ask. He never does. As Blair comes back to pick up the most important box, Chuck looks curiously through the few unframed photos still in there. Blair tries to halt his hands but he's faster, her fingers grabbing at the air.

"And here I thought Humphrey was the only stalker we knew" he teases, holding a photo of himself between his fingers.

"Please" Blair huffs for real this time, "I wasn't stalking you, we were dating"

"I don't remember agreeing to your little photoshoot though" he says, looking through the rest of the pictures, "if you'd asked I could've given you far more interesting material than me sleeping"

"I have enough interesting material on my phone, thank you" she snaps, taking the photos back, "now stop distracting me-"

"They're your boxes"

"From tonight" she calls from inside her closet, "what am I dressing for?"

"Me" is his answer, his hands sliding over her waist as she comes back next to him.

"Whatever happened to patience?" she teases, fingers tracing his jaw.

"There are limits" he murmurs, pressing his lips to her neck.

She moans softly, "there are"

He kisses her hotly, hands roaming up to her ribs. Her fingers weave into his hair, her other hand on his jaw, and it is almost enough to make her ruin their plans. Almost.

They are broken apart by the announcement that dinner is ready, and they always eat with Henry. Especially when they won't be there for his bedtime, like tonight. Blair nuzzles softly into Chuck's neck, kissing where his pulse thrums, before pulling back and smiling mischievously. She takes his hand and leads him away from the temptation of their empty bed. Besides, they have plenty of time for this tonight. Blair can hardly wait. And, judging by the way Chuck walks next to her, stopping and grunting and adjusting, neither can he.

After dinner is eaten and both Blair and Henry have bathed, her promise is kept while Chuck showers. They twirl around the living room together, her robe fanning out like a ballgown. It's not exactly the same dance she did fifteen years ago, but it's close enough for an eight-year-old to enjoy.

Eventually, she has to go and get dressed, leaving Henry with Rosalie and their ongoing chess game. By the time she gets upstairs Chuck is nowhere to be found, making her frown. Still, she needs to get ready for whatever that sneaky motherchucker is planning, and she's not going to let him throw her off now.

She emerges from her closet into their still empty bedroom, her eyes now catching a white card propped up on her dressing table. Finally. She goes over and plucks it from in front of her hairbrush, fingers gently running over the familiar initials embossed on the card.

You surprised me fifteen years ago, let me surprise you tonight. If you're still sure that is - C

Blair smiles all the way down the hallway, the stairs, and the foyer, until she finds Chuck and Henry consulting over the chessboard. She clears her throat. Chuck's gaze turns to her, and the room fades into nothingness. They could be in Paris, New York, Tuscany, anywhere. Nothing else matters but him. Nothing matters but them. He kisses her cheek, her eyes fluttering closed before his warm lips even touch her skin. His hand stays on her waist as he whispers in her ear, uncaring that Rosalie could overhear.

"Mommy! You look devastating!" Henry states, parroting his father's words as he hugs her, his arms careful not to crush the purple fabric of her dress.

"Thank you, mon chéri" she replies, kissing his cheek and carefully swiping the remnants of her lipstick off of him, "will you be ok with Rosalie until we get home?"

Henry nods, "we're gonna play chess!" he lowers his voice, leaning up to Blair's ear, "she actually thinks she can win this time"

Blair smiles, "well I'm sure you'll show her exactly who she's dealing with"

Chuck leans down to give Henry a goodnight hug of his own, "have fun. And remember that Tiger can sleep in your room tonight"

Henry beams at the mention of his beloved puppy, "really?"

"Really" Chuck says, ignoring Blair's frown.

They both hug Henry again, kissing his head and making sure that Rosalie knows the schedule. Then, Chuck takes Blair's hand and guides her towards the foyer.

They step outside, November chill in the air. But that is not what makes Blair gasp.

"You brought the limo?" she says, incredulous at the sight of Arthur standing before her as if it's the most natural thing in the world for him to be in Paris right now.

"I did" Chuck says smoothly, leading her towards the awaiting open door, "come on, Waldorf, I thought you were still sure" he teases.

Blair gets in, the familiar leather welcoming her body as if she never left it. Chuck gets in beside her, leaving space for her dress while still holding her hand. It is a much needed relief, Blair finds, to be sitting here and feel sixteen again. The limo sets off, Blair turning to Chuck for any kind of hint about where they're going, but he just keeps his mouth shut. Basshole.

After a comfortably short ride with an even more comfortable amount of champagne for "authenticity" in Blair's words, they come to a stop. She looks out, confusion setting in as she recognises where they are.

"You've brought me to your hotel?"

"Not exactly"

Chuck helps her out, smiling at her still confused expression. He leads her around the side, to a beautiful art deco style entrance. The lights coming from inside seem familiar, and Blair carefully walks inside as Chuck holds the door.

She is greeted by a gorgeous, intimately lit room, sofas and armchairs scattered around tables in deep reds and greens, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, thick red velvet drapes concealing corners. Blair steps further in, eyes falling on the raised stage at the back, coloured lights swirling around and catching the diamonds hanging down or studded in the sofas. Smaller art deco lights line the wall, leading upstairs or behind the drapes. Mirrors and artwork hang on the wall, a mirrored wall behind what she now sees is a bar on the far right of the room.

"Do you like it?" Chuck asks, smirk quirking his lips.

"I love it" Blair says, awe evident in her voice, "so this is what you've been working on that you couldn't tell me about"

"It is" he confirms, coming to join her in front of the stage, "there's no way I could recreate Victrola, nor should I, but I wanted to have something to honour its legacy. So that maybe someone else can have their life changed by a girl on this stage" he turns her in his arms, breath warm on her neck, "although you're still ten times hotter than anyone who'll ever step on here"

Blair grins as he kisses her neck, "it's beautiful, Chuck. We'll have to come when it's open"

"I'll arrange a preview for us" he whispers, kissing her jaw before taking her hand and leading her towards the bar, a curtain draped over part of the mirror wall, "I never could've done this without you, Blair"

He pulls the curtain away, and Blair's throat catches at what is engraved in curling, swooping script that resembles her own handwriting.

L'Amour fou.

"Since we're living in Paris in the 20s" Chuck starts, letting it all wash over her, "I thought I should continue to honour our past"

Blair kisses him, slow and warm, letting the tips of her fingers on his jaw and clutching at his suit jacket say what is in her heart. He wraps his hands around her waist, warmth seeping through the fabric as he kisses back, over and over again until Blair becomes overwhelmed.

"I love you" she gasps out as they break apart for a second, "I love you so much Chuck Bass"

"I love you too" he kisses her again, tongue pressing briefly against her own, "with all my heart, Blair Waldorf-Bass"

She laughs against his mouth, kissing him again before finally pulling away, "I think" she says, catching her breath, "that you owe me a lift home"

Chuck links their fingers together, taking her out of their new Parisian paradise and back into the cold November air. Blair hardly notices the chill, a warmth spreading through her that no weather could cool. The short walk to the limo is almost unbearable, but it is worth it, Blair knows. So very worth it.

"You said that I surprised you fifteen years ago" Blair says once they are back shoulder to shoulder in the limo, notably not driving near their home yet, "so that's why you surprised me tonight"

"It is" Chuck says, hand absentmindedly tracing her arm.

"Well I have a surprise tonight for you, too"

Blair reaches around and unzips her dress, the purple fabric falling down to reveal a very familiar slip. It fits slightly differently now, her breasts fuller and hips wider, the fabric resting higher up her thighs. But it still takes Chuck's breath away. He looks at her like he's seeing her for the first time, memorising every inch of her body.

"All day I've been trying to work out the exact moment I fell in love with you. I couldn't do it, I had no idea when it was and I was dreading Henry asking me because I couldn't answer it. Until I saw this. When I kissed you right here, right on these seats, right in this slip, and you asked me if I was sure, I knew. I knew that I loved you, even if I was too stubborn to admit it. I fell in love with you and then I made love to you. And I'm going to do it all over again. Right here. Right now. Right on these seats. I'll always be sure Chuck"

He gazes at her, smirk blooming onto his lips, and his hand runs down her side, "you left off doing it again in this slip"

Now it is Blair's turn to smirk, "because I'm not going to wear it. Again"

She crashes her lips into his, words no longer necessary between them. Her fingers steadily undo his bowtie, clutching at his shirt collar. Her other hand rakes through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to her. Without further instruction he pulls her into his lap, breaking away to kiss down her neck to her collarbone. He bites softly, Blair gasping, but unable to fight the smile on her face, and she finds herself thankful that it's November so she can wear high neck dresses or blouses for the next few days without any suspicion.

Although her slip may fit differently now the straps still glide down her arms and through Chuck's fingers the same way. He moves his hand down to her thigh, fingers pressing into her skin through her stockings. Gently they inch under her slip and he hooks them under the band of one of her stockings and pulls it away, breaking it away from its clasp with a snap.

Blair moans, sinking her face into his neck as she finishes undoing his shirt, pushing his jacket onto the floor next to her dress. She runs her palm from his chest around to his back, sinking her nails into his skin. He grunts, and pulls her fully down into his lap, her legs straddling him. As retribution he pulls her slip down, baring her upper body. She barely registers the air on her skin before Chuck's lips, teeth, tongue are on her, sucking and teasing and biting.

He holds her hips firmly as he ravishes her breasts, Blair arching her back to give him better access. Her palm slowly dips between them, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling the zip down. She gasps above him, his teeth scraping her breast at the movement of her hand. It takes far too much effort for her to move her hand away, but she does. She pushes Chuck's head away from her, his lips lingering, and manages to pull the slip over her head, discarding it onto the darkness of the floor.

Chuck's fingers run across the light blue frill of her Agent Provocateur suspender thong in awe, moving one hand to cup her behind, long fingers stretching over her. His free hand snaps her other stocking free, rolling it down her leg, before she helps to pull both of them off. His fingers dip into the hole between her suspender belt and thong, teasing her warm skin. He unclasps the belt, and pulls down her underwear. For a second she worries he's torn it, it wouldn't be the first time after all, but she guides it down her legs in one piece, shifting her body until she is free.

Her hands return to his open trousers, making him groan against her breast. Triumphantly she works him free, grinning as he palms her behind. With practiced ease Blair slides her hand into his pocket to pull out a condom, manoeuvring it so she can pull it open. Chuck holds her hands, helping her where she can't see, and she throws the wrapper behind her. With delicate fingers she helps him this time, and he kisses her softly, one hand cupping her face. She leans forwards pressing her breasts to his chest, her lips brushing his jaw, and rocks her hips against his. His fingers slide easily between her thighs, stroking until she purrs in his ear. She presses her hips down, controlling the pace he eases into her at.

In a second electricity sparks through her body, eyes rolling back and hands desperately clinging to his collar. She feels sixteen, alight all over, except this time she isn't pressing into the leather seat and is able to arch up, her breath coming out in short gasps as she moves above him.

They always find their rhythm easily, and this time is no exception, Chuck's hands squeezing her thighs as she clamps them around him. Her own hands hold his head, messing up his hair in the most arousing way. He kisses her hotly, searing her skin as he dips to her jaw, down her neck, kissing wherever he can reach.

Blair leans back gently, heat coiling inside her. Chuck's hands move up her thighs, holding her balanced on him. She runs her hands down his chest, moaning unashamedly. Her thighs clench, trembling slightly, and Chuck steadies her, helps her adjust her position. There's no rush, not here.

She steals a glance down at him, whimpering as he playfully bites at her breast. His eyes shine with lust, desire, need, purely for her. Her hands clutch at his shirt as she jerks back, delaying the inevitable no longer an option.

"That's it, baby" comes his voice from below, and the memory of him saying that exactly fifteen years ago makes her moan louder, "and you said you wouldn't put on a show for me tonight"

"I said" she gasps, "that I wouldn't dance for you"

"But here you are" he groans, fingers slipping easily between their bodies, "just for me"

She moans, "always"

With that there is no more she can do to contain herself as he strokes her, orgasm spreading through her and making her throw her head back, his name coming from her in pure ecstasy. Chuck kisses down her neck once, twice, then groans, long and low, against her now damp collarbone. Her mind is hazy as he strokes her hip, warm skin on warm skin, then he guides her off of him carefully onto the leather seat.

She beams as she refocuses on the world, skin glowing and breathing heavy. Chuck pants next to her, running his hand through his already dishevelled hair. As her skin starts to dry something dawns on her, so she reaches out to pull Chuck on top of her. He rests his hand next to her hip, wedding ring glinting in the light, and raises one eyebrow slightly.

"You know" Blair's voice is breathy, "I think you're still far too dressed" she pulls at his open shirt.

Chuck looks down at himself, disarray clear, and back to his grinning wife, "well, for authenticity, you were the only one naked fifteen years ago"

"What happened to being equals, Bass?" she pouts playfully, fingers running up and down his shirt now.

He kisses her neck softly before speaking, "we are, Waldorf"

"So prove it then" she leans into his ear to whisper, "make love to me until I can barely stand, my love, if you still can"

The rest of his clothes easily join hers on the floor, Blair hooking one leg around his waist as Chuck instructs Arthur to keep driving. They are nowhere near ready for tonight to end.

Her back presses against the seat, the cool leather a relief on her skin. Chuck pushes her thighs further apart, and wastes no time in showing her how capable he still is. Her hips rock back into the seat steadily, the perfect rhythm found as she gasps. Shakily she links her right hand with his left, his wedding ring pressing into her, their grip tight. He lifts her legs higher around his waist, lifts her arms above her head so her knuckles brush the headrest.

"Hold on" he commands, voice rough with need.

Blair nods. She knows what this means.

He holds her hips so tightly she is sure his fingerprints will still be there in the morning, just like the indentations she is surely making into the headrest. Her body bucks and jerks against the seat, against his hips. His name tumbles from her lips in harsh moans, sweat beading on her skin. He carries on, hips pounding strong and hard into her, and while she may have once claimed that he never does anything athletic she has never been more happy to be wrong. He releases her right hip, his palm flat to the seat as he kisses her neck. Then he releases her left, fingers making their way between her thighs once more.

Her orgasm is something of a blur. She arches furiously against the seat, pressing herself tightly to him. She screams out for God, for Chuck, for relief. He keeps his hand between her legs, stroking her until she gasps. Her hips jerk against his hand, aftershocks making her whimper. Her eyes open slowly, everything still spinning. She just about makes out Chuck's own release, feeling rather than seeing it, his face against her neck. Her limbs feel like liquid as she moves her arms back down, resting a palm on Chuck's jaw, her feet back on the floor.

She squirms against the seat, suddenly acutely aware of exactly what happened when she came. Chuck wordlessly lifts up a handkerchief. She accepts it with a slow kiss, allowing him to help her clean up as they break apart.

"You did this the first time" she murmurs against his cheek when he's done, "and I still called you a disgusting pig"

"I thought confessions to priests were meant to be sacred"

She shoves his shoulder playfully, "no that's the back of your limo"

He hums in agreement, "it still is"

They sit in silence for a while, both catching their breath. Blair leans across and kisses him gently, mimicking her actions that led to this very moment. The sky outside seems darker now, rain falling lightly against the windows, and Blair realises that she has no idea what the time is. That's never mattered in here, though. The outside world isn't important.

"I hope Henry's ok" she mumbles into his shoulder, breaking the spell and reminding them they have to leave this sanctuary eventually, "he doesn't like sleeping when it rains"

"I know" Chuck sighs, and she feels him shift back into parent mode, "Arthur" he calls, "take us home"

Chuck kisses her bare shoulder, Blair finally surveying the mess around them.

"Henry isn't stepping foot in here until it's been cleaned at least twice" she says, nudging her crumpled stockings with her bare toes.

"I've already arranged it"

"You're pretty amazing too, you know" she sighs happily, resting her face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you" Chuck says, lifting her hand to his lips, kissing just above her wedding and engagement rings, "but not as amazing as you"

Blair laughs softly, joining their hands together. If you had told her this was where she would be fifteen years ago she wouldn't have believed you. But she is, and she is more than thankful.

After they right themselves, Blair only complaining mildly about how she'll explain all of her new and very interesting marks to Henry if he asks, they walk hand in hand back into their townhouse. Rosalie is still there, and tells them how excited Henry was at how important today was for them both. They thank her, dismissing her for the night.

Carefully they make their way upstairs, stopping on the fourth floor outside Henry's bedroom. His door is ajar, and his lamp is still on, lighting his purple walls. It also lights something else up.

Blair steps in first, Chuck following behind. They sidestep Henry's puppy Tiger sleeping at the end of his bed, Blair somewhat surprised he's not in the bed. Maybe her warnings about the importance of hygiene are paying off. Henry sleeps soundly, his arms sticking out like Chuck's, the dark blue plaid sleeves almost covering his hands. On his nightstand sits Chuck's bowtie, neatly placed in front of another white card. This one has Henry's initials at the top in purple, the letters sweeping across the top in his own handpicked font. He loves his parents monogrammed stationery so much he wanted his own, which he got for his birthday this year. Blair picks it up, holding it for Chuck to read too.

Dear mommy and daddy, I'm happy you danced a long time ago and I'm happy you dance now and I'm happy you dance with me. I love you love Henry

Underneath his words is a drawing of all of them together, Chuck's bowtie drawn in wonderful detail. Blair holds it to her heart, and kisses Henry's head. Chuck follows suit, Henry only stirring a little.

"Goodnight mommy and daddy" he mumbles, hugging his plush tiger closer.

"Goodnight my gorgeous boy" Blair whispers, kissing him again, "see you in the morning"

They pull the door half closed quietly, making their way back up the stairs to their room. Blair sighs happily, knowing that tomorrow she'll ache in all the right ways. Maybe they should take the limo out for lunch, it'd be a shame to waste it.

Just before they open their bedroom door Blair turns to Chuck, and kisses him softly.

"Happy anniversary, Mr Bass" she teases.

"Happy anniversary, Mrs Waldorf-Bass" he says back, kissing her again.

He picks her up, carrying her through the doorway like they're twenty again. Blair feels so content, her heart full for her husband and son.

"3 words, 8 letters" she whispers before he lays her down.

"I love you"

She kisses him again, and finds that the only thing better than being two days shy of seventeen is being two days shy of thirty-two. Because there is no longer any doubt where her heart lies. It lies in the leather of his limo, in the fizz of champagne, in the dazzling lights of Victrola. And it always will.

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 28 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

The sound of a car pulling up the driveway jerks me out of it and we both look at each other in alarm.

But Daemon wastes no time.

Taking my hand in his, he quickly pulls me through the house to the back door.

We stumble out of it, bumping into each other and laughing as we run off into the open space of the backyard together.

He pulls me to the edge of the property and then we're running through the woods, Daemon going slow enough so I can keep up.

"Daemon where are we going?" I laugh as he turns back to me with a grin.

"You'll see."

We don't stop running and I love it, this free feeling.

I feel giddy like a little kid again.

He leads me through the thicket and I follow behind eagerly.

I'd follow him anywhere.

Then we finally come to a stop and he gives me a moment to catch my breath, letting me grasp his arm.

I look around at where we are.

At first, I don't see anything but Daemon leads us behind a tall rock wall, revealing a shimmering crystal lake.

"Oh, wow," I stare in awe at the beauty of it, at the small rippling waves that crease the clear water.

It's not very big but it's magnificent.

More than anything I've ever seen.

There's even a little waterfall on the other side.

"Do you like it?" Daemon asks me, my hand still enclosed in his.

"It's beautiful," I nod, smiling up at him.

He stars back down at me, eyes raking over my features.

I'm worried he's going to see something he doesn't like.

An imperfection.

Everything I see.

But all I see on his face is adoration.

"It may be," he says, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"But it's nothing compared to you."

My face feels like it's on fire.

I don't get him.

How does he see me that way?

I've never felt beautiful one day in my life.

But with the way he's looking at me right now, I can't help but rethink that.

So instead of my usual self-doubt-denial-fest, I just beam up at him.

He smirks, leaning back in to kiss me and I eagerly await it.

But suddenly I feel his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back.

I lose my footing, falling off the ledge.

When I hit the water, going under, my first thought is that it's absolutely freezing.

My second thought is frick him.

And my third is I don't know how to swim.

I gasp when I come up, thrashing in the water.

It's just in time to see Daemon pull off his shirt, revealing his sculpted eight pack (which I didn't know was possible to have).

And I would be ogling it, drooling over all of that muscle if I wasn't DROWNING.

He jumps in the water after me, making a giant splash and I sputter, clenching my eyes shut.

The second he comes back up I do my best to go to him.

"Daemon."

I latch onto his shoulders.

"It's COLD," I squeal as he takes me into his arms.

His firm chest vibrates against me as he chuckles.

"Lakes usually are."

He may be acting like it's not big deal but I refuse to let go of him, hanging on for dear life.

My teeth chatter.

"Get me out. I'm gonna drown," I demand in my panic.

"You're not."

"Why did you push me in?"

"Cause I wanted to."

I grab a fist full of his hair and lightly pull it.

"Ow," Daemon laughs and I pout.

"Shortcake. You're not gonna drown. Put your feet down. It's not that deep,"

I'm scared but I trust him and I have the security of him holding me so I unbend my knees and let my feet go down.

My toes make contact with the pebbly bottom of the lake.

"Oh... You're right," I say, trying to look down at my feet through the water.

"Guess I don't need to do this."

I go to pull myself off him when he grabs me by the waist to stop me.

"I never said you had to let go of me," he smirks.

But it's time for revenge.

Sticking out my tongue at him, I push away, swimming off.

Well more like waddling through the water.

I can't imagine I'm going very fast at all but Daemon lets me go.

He's quiet, almost too quiet and I look behind me to see he's gone.

"Daemon?" I ask, looking around.

A minute passes in silence and I'm getting nervous.

Was he actually the one I needed to worry about drowning?

Then I feel something slimy grab my ankle under the water and I scream.

I kick my leg out in terror, my arms working a mile a minute as I struggle to get away.

"Daemon," I scream again.

Speak of the devil, the grip on my ankle stops and he comes up out of the water next to me, a smirk on his face.

"You called?"

I playfully glare at him, crossing my arms.

He just reaches toward me with an algae-weed covered hand, which must have been the sliminess I felt.

"Eww." I flinch away, not able to stop laughing as he chases after me.

We swim until dusk, until the sun is disappearing behind the peaks of the trees.

The water doesn't even feel cold anymore.

Then the fireflies come out, lighting up the water and Daemon and I watch them together, naming the little bright dots silly names.

I can't count how many times he's made me laugh until I can barely breathe or given my butterflies.

All I know is that I like it. Me and him.

"I have to get you back home," he says as he's lifting me up out of the water and placing me on the ledge.

The air is still warm from the heat of the day, drying me quickly.

I give him a sad look.

"But I wanna stay with you."

"How about I pick you up from school tomorrow? We can go to my place."

At that, I light up, clapping my hands together eagerly.

"Yes."

My feet dangle just over the water and I swish them happily.

Daemon looks amused by my excitement, his lips twitching in a smile as he comes closer.

"Finally we're the same height," he teases.

It's only because the ledge gives me a foot of height but I giggle anyway, rolling my eyes.

He stops in front of me, putting his hands on my thighs, just looking at me.

I suck a breath in, loving his touch and wishing his hands would go up under my shorts.

Shhh. Stop interrupting the moment, horny thoughts.

"Are you doing okay?" he asks me sincerely, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my skin.

"Taking your meds?" he asks.

"Yeah," I tell him.

I don't mention that I haven't been able to eat normally at all.

"I'm fine."

Daemon looks skeptical, his eyes observing my expression.

"You can tell me if something's up."

I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him.

"I'm better now that I'm with you," I say.

He doesn't question me any further, just hugs me in return.

We walk back hand in hand just like we came, chatting casually.

It's a short walk, which is nice because that means we can come here often.

I express worry about Lucien catching us together, not knowing if he still doesn't want Daemon around me.

So he leads me to the side of the house where my room is.

"Get on," he jerks his head at me, referring to his back.

I hesitantly climb on and he makes sure I'm holding on tight before he hoists us up the wall.

With a grunt, he makes it the the roof slat under my window, letting me down and keeping his hands on me to make sure he'll be able to catch me if I lose my footing.

Thankfully the window is open, since I only lock it at night.

He pulls it open for me and I clamber inside before turning back to him.

"Text me?" he says. "You have to promise."

"Promise."

He places his hands on bottom of the windowsill, eyes low lidded.

And I know what he wants.

So I let him kiss me, my stomach flipping with delight at the sensation.

I didn't know another's lips could feel this good.

We end our night together with a kiss and while I'm tempted to make him stay for more, I'm also content with this.

Because I'm falling.

So hard that I didn't know it was possible.

And there's no going back.

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h0n3yj4y · 2 years

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Mean!Mike x Fem Reader

Nsfw - aged up Mike to 19 👍

Warnings: smut, rough sex, cursing, mocking, degrading, chocking, light slapping, Master/Daddy kink (both cuz why not), overstimulation i think, climax denial, licking lol, he yells at u a lil, idk what else to put but u get the gist 🤭 its a bit of a slow burn, theres build up to the actual rough sex so yea

You and ur boyfriend Mike where in his basement watching a movie that honestly neither of u were paying attention to. Why? Well, a certain someone was slowly inching their hand further up ur thigh.

Mike loved doing this, in public places, around friends, just to see ur reaction and how easily wet u got over him trailing his hand up and down ur thigh, occasionally tightly gripping it which would make u gasp, that would make him smirk at u. He'd have a cocky smile, proud of himself.

But this time Mike had other plans than just lightly teasing u like this. Instead of stopping, he kept going, until he reached ur clothed cunt, you were only wearing underwear and one of Mike's oversized sweaters, so it was very easy access for him. He softly rubbed a few figure eights which made u let out a shaky breath due to the sensation. U turned ur head to Mike who was still looking at the movie, pretending as he wasn't doing anything but oh but he knows what hes doing to you.

You started to squirm a little, getting impatient, softly whimpering. "Did i tell you you could move, slut.?" you then heard ur boyfriend say in a stern tone as he pulls his hand away and looks down at you with an intimidating gaze, a gaze that would make u melt and obey his every command. You looked up at him shyly and shaked your head "n-no..." - "No what? Hmm?" - "N-no...Master.." you look away from him feeling a bit embarrassed, you liked this all too much tho.

You felt Mike grab ur chin and aggressively turn your head to face him "Look at me when im talking to you bitch!" you flinch a lil at his sudden raise of voice. "I-im sorry Master, it wont happen again..." - "Good girl, it better not."

You were used to Mike getting aggressive like this when it came to doing intimate things, it was all part of him asserting dominance and you loved every part of it but tried not to let him know, though we all know he does. You were terrible at hiding when you really liked something, he could easily tell.

"You know, i think a lil slut like you deserves a punishment. You'd like that wouldn't you?" hearing those words come out of Mike's mouth made u squeeze ur thighs together tightly, it was so fucking hot. You completely forgot that he still had his hand resting on ur upper thigh, so he felt u press ur thighs together. He smirks "Guess that's a yes huh? Thought so."

He took his hand of ur chin as he pinned u down on the couch, both hands above ur head. His other free hand roamed down to ur dripping cunt as he removed ur underwear then raising the sweater over ur stomach for better access and view. You tried to get away from his grip but he tightened his grip on ur wrists, making u whimper in pain. There was no chance of u ever getting away from his grip, he was way stronger than u anyways.

Mike notices that and smiles innocentlg at u "Aww, did i accidentally hurt my lil baby?" he asks u with a lil pout "y-yes, a lil bit" his innocent act goes away very quickly after u say that, his facial expression drops to a stern one. "Well suck it up cuz there's more where that came from and i promise you it'll be way worse if u dont obey, ok Bunny?" you quickly nod, obeying him and trying ur best to not disobey him or do anything that will upset him again. Though u kinda want to provoke him, you love when his voice gets all deep and serious, it has a nice rasp, its very, very hot. You love it even more when hes rough with u like this, its a feeling like no other.

As you were drifting off thinking of how hot and amazing ur boyfriend is, u feel 2 fingers being shoved inside u, making u let out a loud moan as u arch ur back, not really expecting him to start off so harshly already.

"uh- uh, did i tell you that you could moan whore? You better stay quite or else, ok?" u bite ur lip and nod. He starts to pump and curl his long digits in and out of u, hitting ur sweet spot everytime without missing. This is making u go crazy, u don't know how longer u can stay quite.

As ur trying super hard to keep ur mouth shut, you see Mike lean down towards ur clit, looking at u with a devilish smirk as he starts to swirl his tongue on it at a painfully good rhythm. This is what brakes u, u cant hold it in anymore. You let out a loud moan, the overwhelming pleasure being too much. You feel urself getting close causing u too grab at Mikes hair and throw ur head back.

As u do this Mike suddenly stops, he takes his fingers out of u and takes ur hand off his hair as he then hovers over u and leans in ur ear, proceeding to then choke u pretty harshly making u gasp and grab his arm as he then whispers "What did i fucking tell you, hm? I told u to not make a single sound or even touch me, right? So why did you fucking do it you whore? couldn't obey a simple rule that Daddy gave u huh?" he sternly and angrily says in ur ear, nibbling at it a bit harshly, a shiver runs down ur spine, being very intimidated and extremely aroused.

"I-im sorry Daddy, pls it just felt too good, i c-couldn't help myself..." u stutter, Mike tsk's at u as he leans away from ur ear, making eye contact with u. He slaps ur cheek, not too harshly but enough for it to sting a lil as he then grabs ur face "pff, how pathetic. Well, i guess u give me no choice but to harshly fuck ur tight lil cunt, i bet you'd love it if i fucked u dumb, like the good cock slut u are, isn't that right Angel?" that all made u squirm and close ur legs in arousal. You shyly nod ur head but that doesn't satisfy Mike.

"Oh c'mon, us ur words slut. You have a mouth right? Then use it." he shakes ur head a lil as u then stutter out a "y-yes Daddy, p-please" - "Good girl, now be a good slut for ur Master and bend over for me won't u" he places a kiss on ur lips passionately making u smile as u then obey as u turn around and rest on ur elbows, ass up infront of Mike. He slaps ur ass harshly and u let out a quite moan, not expecting that and it hurting a lil but feeling good.

You hear Mike unbuckle his pants as he takes them off and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the basements floor. You then feel the tip of his dick press againts ur entrance in a teasing way, making u whimper, wanting him so badly.

"Aw what's wrong Bunny? So desperate to have my cock deep inside ur dripping cunt? Ur so wet for me, you know that right?" - "yes M-master please, i want u so badly please. I need ur huge cock deep inside me now" u say with whimpers as u sway ur hips, trying to get some friction, so desperate to have his huge cock inside u.

You hear Mike chuckle "alright Angel, if u say so" u then feel him shove his cock deep inside of you very harshly as he holds onto ur hip with one hand and the other goes to harshly pull ur hair to throw ur head back. You let out very loud moans, the pain and pleasure feeling amazing but also very overwhelming.

You try ur best to not be very loud but its literally impossible at the pace he's going. Mike's pounding into u hard and fast, having no intentions of slowing down. U keep letting out loud moans until u feel 3 fingers being shoved in ur mouth, followed by a harsh pull of ur hair.

Mike leans close to ur ear as he sternly whispers "Shut the fuck up whore, u wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would u? But now that I think about it, you would like it, you'd love for people to know who you belong to and how I make you feel. For everyone to know ur Daddy's lil cock slut." All u can muster out are muffled moans as he starts to go faster and harsher making u roll ur eyes back. Mike rests his head on ghe crook of ur next, biting down harshly making u mewl in pleasure, he then licks the spot he abused since he drew a bit if blood.

U ghen feel a knot forming at ur lower stomach so u try to tell Mike that ur close and u succeed but what u didn't expect was Mike coming to a stop and pulling out of u all of a sudden, letting go of ur hair and taking his fingers out ur mouth.

U moan in confusion and frustration, just being denied ur climax. U are about to say something but Mike then flips you around so that you are laying on your back, facing him. He then shoves himself back inside of u, picking his fast and harsh pace back up, making u arch ur bike and let out even more louder moans. Before you can let out another moan you feel Mike's lips against yours as he kisses you harshly, getting u to shut up or to at least muffle ur slutty moans.

He pulls away for a sec "God shut the fuck up already whore, ur so fucking loud." don't get him wrong he loves hearing ur beautiful moans and how u moan out his name but u were seriously being so loud, u were gonna get eachother caught. He goes back to kissing u, this time choking u a bit to make sure u stay quiet enough.

U loved how his hand perfectly wrapped around ur neck, almost feels as if it was fit to belong around ur neck and ur absolutely living for that.

As Mike continues his fast and harsh pace, u feel a knot form at ur stomach meaning that u were close again. "Mmm M-mike im close" - "Hold it, don't u dare cum yet" u whimpered in agony, u dont think u can hold it, it was too much. "You'll cum when i tell u." he growled, burying his face in the crook of ur neck. U felt him kiss ur neck and nibble at it, licking ur sensitive spot whenever he would suck on ur neck which made u go crazy. U loved the sensation of his warm, soft tongue trailing along ur neck, especially on the places he's marked.

You felt his dick twitch inside u as he says "Cum for me baby, now." - "y-yes Daddy mmm, cum inside me pls, fill me up" u were on birth control so it was ok for Mike to cum inside u. You then let out a loud muffled moan as u clawed at Mike's back, cumming all over his cock as he then let out a moan of his own, climaxing inside of u, filling u up.

You both road out ur highs as he then pulled out of u, both of u catching ur breaths. Mike hovered over u, looking u up and down, smiling down at u, placing a soft kiss on ur lips. You sighed in relief, smiling back at him and cupping his face as u caressed him comfortingly.

"You ok baby? Need anything? Did i hurt u?" Ah yes, anytime u and Mike have harsh sex, he takes good care of u afterwards. Getting all worried and asking you if u need anything every 5 seconds. You loved how caring he was afterwards, he was truly the best. "Im ok Mikey dont worry, u didn't hurt me at all" you smile reassuringly at ur worried boyfriend. "You sure? Please tell me." - "Yes Mike im ok! don`t worry so much, i will be ok, though i don't think i'll be able to walk for awhile."

Mike laughs and kisses ur forehead "Yea i know u won't be able too, gonna have to carry u around like a baby" - "oh fuck off" - "Love you toooo" you both share some laughs and sweet sensual kisses and hand holding. Mike then gets both of u cleaned up, giving u a new pair of underwear and a mute green sweater of his to wear.

U both then go to his room as u fall asleep in eachothers arms. Feeling safer than ever and so very loved.

A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever ff so plsss don't bash me if its kinda bad. I finished writing this at like 2am im so tired guys. (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄﹏o̴̶̷̥⸝⸝)

Anywho, i hope u enjoyed it! I don`t write a whole lot but i might write some headcanons or imagines for Mike or/and Miles in the future. Might do other Finn characters aswell like Richie and Boris. Uuuu maybe i will write some Will Byers stuff and Byler stuff aswell! Who knows we will see, anyways good night now, take care luvs <3

OH ALSO IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES PLS TELL ME SO I CAN FIX EM, THANK U BYE BYE💛🌻🌼🌾

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler is hot af and u cant change my mind #god the things i'd let this man do to me #I mean huh what #Sorry got hacked🤭#Mike wheeler is so pretty #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #miles fairchild x reader #Finnverse #boris pavlikovsky #richie tozier #boris pavlikovsky x reader #richie tozier x reader

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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hi Kat! congrats again for 666!! 🎉 for the event can I ask for about prompt 8 with dom! solomon?

A/n: THE EMOTIONS I FELT READING THIS REQUEST AKDNSNSN I might have gone a little feral but it’s okay. Anything for you my love😌

Pronouns used: you/your. No specific body parts described. Tried to make it as gender neutral as possible.

Cw: dom!solomon, edging, degradation, voyeurism, orgasm denial, restraints, mutual masturbation, facial, finger sucking. Pet names used: baby, slut, sweetheart

Prompt 8

“Be in my room at 8 tonight. Do not be late.”

You reread the message a tenth time, your blood running hot with anticipation. You woke up this morning feeling particularly needy, you had tried to ignore it through breakfast, you did your best to focus on your first class and not the growing heat between your legs but it was just too much.

You couldn’t do it anymore, in between classes you slipped into a bathroom and locked the door behind you. You took a few risqué photos and sent them to your boyfriend hoping to rile him up, hoping that perhaps he would take pity and come assist you in your unfortunate state. Instead he had sent that message in response.

Now you sat in the center of Solomon’s massive bed, mind running wild with ideas for the evening, keeping an eye on the clock and eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s appearance. It was two minutes until eight when you heard keys jingle on the other side of the door.

You sat up straight as the door opened, Solomon smirked as his eyes met yours, swiftly shutting the door behind him he made his way over to you and stood at the edge of the bed. You leaned forward, looking up at him and hoping for a kiss. Instead Solomon grabbed your chin, tilting it up a little more, before leaning down to speak.

“You know I love how obedient you are.” His voice deep and teasing. He brushed his lips against your neck causing you to let out a short gasp, you felt him smile against your skin before he teased you more. “Someone’s excited.”

He pulled your face back towards his own and locked his lips with yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hand let go of your chin and took hold of your throat. He used your throat to force you on your back against the mattress, not forceful enough to hurt, but enough to let you know your place.

You ran your fingers through his soft white hair as the kisses became messier, small tugs on your bottom lip pulling soft whimpers from you, you pulled gently on his locks each time he swirled his tongue around yours.

Solomon climbed on top of you, pinning your hands next to your head, he lowered his body so his hard cock was pressed firmly against your sex. He started to rut against you at a slow and agonizing pace, you had been turned on from the moment you woke up so this was pure torture…or so you thought.

As he started to quicken his pace, the kisses between you were broken up by short moans and gasps, you turned your head and writhed against him trying to free your wrists only for him to latch onto your neck. His mouth leaving quick licks and small bites on your most sensitive areas.

“Sol!” You moaned while feeling yourself throb. You wanted him to ruin you but instead he was busy teasing you. “Fuck me…aahhh…need you to fuck me!”

Solomon’s movements slowed before stopping completely, he let out a deep chuckle before raising his head to look you in the eyes, one hand releasing your wrist so he could gently caress your face.

“Oh…baby,” He cooed with a devious grin on his lips “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

A pleading whine left you and your eyes filled with betrayal, you were more turned on now than you had been all day and he didn’t even plan on fucking you? You started to beg but he cut you off quickly. Slowly Solomon removed himself from above you, stepping away from the bed and removing his shirt.

“Strip for me and get on the floor.”

You were quick to obey, crawling off the bed to remove your clothes and dropping to your knees. You looked up at him with eyes full of lust, your nails dug into your thighs to prevent from touching yourself.

Solomon grabbed a pillow off the bed and tossed it in front of you before pulling up a chair to sit in. You knew exactly what he wanted, quickly shoving the pillow under you and between your thighs you slowly began to rut against the soft surface.

“Such a little slut,” Solomon’s eyes scanned over your form, resting on your hips as they thrusted against the pillow. “That desperate to cum huh?”

You whined and nodded your head, all sense of shame gone and the only thought filling your mind was rutting against his thigh instead of this stupid pillow. Solomon leaned forward slightly, looking deep into your eyes as you quickened your pace a little.

“Muc ton od” a wicked grin on his face as the words left his lips. The heat that had been building in your stomach suddenly lessened, your climax had been speedily approaching but now felt just out of reach.

“Noooo…s-solo-mon!” You whined in frustration. This wasn’t the first time he’d used the spell, preventing you from orgasm to drag the night on longer, this was a typical punishment of his in fact.

“You’ll be alright,” He leaned back in the chair, slowly palming his very obvious bulge as you rutted against the pillow harder now in complete frustration. “Just behave like a good slut.”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, your thighs were shaky and you began to throb watching him run his hand up and down his cock through his pants. You couldn’t take it anymore, one hand gripping onto the pillow as the other started working on your sex, choked moans ripping from your throat as you realized just how wet you were.

Through half lidded eyes you looked back up at Solomon. He had readjusted himself while you were busy searching for relief. One arm draped over the back of his chair, legs spread wide while his other hand continued to palm his growing erection, you could tell he was holding himself back from the way he was biting his lip.

Your own movements became increasingly erratic and desperate, the sight of his chest and arms driving you wild, you wanted to trace the outline of each pact mark with your tongue. Solomon must have noticed the lust growing in your eyes because that devious grin reappeared.

He leaned forward once more, this time a red rope in the hand previously draped over the chair. Before you could protest Solomon cast another spell.

“Sdanh rieht dnib” on command the rope he held bound your arms behind your back all on its own. You struggled against it trying to break free but the rope only tightened around your wrists. “Wouldn’t want you to give into temptation.”

With a cocky smirk on his face, Solomon leaned back in his chair and slowly undid his pants before sliding them down to his ankles. Your eyes grew wide with desire, watching as he slowly pulled the waistband on his underwear down and gave a deep moan as his cock sprung free. It was all a show for you at this point, he knew how badly you wanted to be fucked and this was his way of teasing you to the point of breaking.

You watched as he lightly ran his fingers up and down his shaft, starting at the base and slowly bringing them up to his tip, bucking his hips each time his fingers grazed his swollen head. Solomon started pumping his cock at a slow even pace and watched as you began to rut against the pillow again, this time with the same rhythm as his hand.

Eyes locked onto his throbbing cock, you felt the heat between your legs building again, watching him slowly fuck his fist and wishing it was you instead, or your mouth at the very least. Precum already leaking from his tip and dripping off onto his abs as Solomon continued to stroke himself, a sharp whine escaped you as you watched more of it coat his hand with each stroke.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Ahhh— jealous?” Solomon tried to act cocky but was getting lost in his own arousal.

“I’ve been thinking about those pictures all day, you think you’re cute sending those in the middle of class? Trying to get me worked up?” Solomon looked down at you through half lidded eyes. “Well it worked.”

He started pumping faster, letting out a few lewd moans, his legs were starting to shake and you knew he was getting close.

“Fuck baby, come here!” On his command you moved closer hoping he would finally pin you down and fuck you senseless. Instead, he leaned down over you, one hand holding your face up while he continued to fuck into the other.

Solomon kept his eyes locked on you, a smug grin on his face as he realized you were trying to get a better look at his cock. His grip on your face made it hard to see but you wanted— needed to watch him stroke himself, every thrust you pictured him inside you instead of his hand.

“Please…” you whined.

“Please what?” Solomon teased, knowing damn well what you wanted.

“P-please, I-” you were growing more desperate with each passing moment, the heat between your legs now a raging fire and throbbing for some sort of stimulation. “I want you in me!”

“I know you do baby,” Solomon said in a condescending tone, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “But you‘ll have to wait for that. You teased me all day, so now it’s my turn.”

Lifting your chin again, Solomon worked your mouth open with his own. The room was filled with the sound of sloppy kisses and lewd moans, both of you panting in between kisses before going back for more.

You started to rut against the pillow again, desperately trying to climax even though Solomon’s stupid spell was still in effect. Peering down occasionally, Solomon watched as you tried to fuck yourself against the plush surface, both the pillow and your thighs covered in your slick.

You were so good for him, even on the days when he didn’t tie you up you always listened to him, that’s what made you so irresistible. You sounded so beautiful whimpering while he shoved his tongue down your throat once more, he wanted to push you on your back and mount you, to fuck you until your legs went numb, but he was too stubborn. Solomon felt his orgasm quickly approaching at the thought of being balls deep inside you.

“F-fuck! Open!” You did as told and opened your mouth wide, tongue hanging out and looking up with wide innocent eyes. You hoped he would appreciate your obedience and let you suck him off, you knew he wouldn’t fuck you but maybe if you were good he’d let you have a taste. His cock was covered in his precum and you wanted so badly to lick him clean, to suck on his overly sensitive tip and listen to him moan and curse your name like he always did.

Solomon sat forward, pumping his leaking cock at an erratic pace. He acted as if he would let you have your wish, his swollen tip inches away from your tongue, you let out a happy whine and batted your eyes at him to let him know he wouldn’t regret this. The sly smile he gave in return told you that wasn’t the plan.

A few last strokes and Solomon’s climax shot threw him, ropes of thick cum covering your face, tongue and chest. Coming down from his high, Solomon took in the sight of you covered in his cum, he gave a deep chuckle before wiping some off your chest.

“You really are the most obedient apprentice, aren’t you?” He taunted while holding his fingers in front of your mouth, waiting on your answer. You licked at his cum coated fingers before taking them fully in your mouth and sucking gently. “Shit, you know just what I love.”

You kept sucking as he slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, your sex still throbbing from lack of attention, you pouted slightly once his fingers were removed.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” He grabbed the back of your head, shoving you to the ground as he straddled you. “You’ll get your turn eventually.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me solomon smut #obey me solomon x reader #om! solomon #spicy ✨#kats 666 event

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euphoniumpets · 3 years

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Multiverse of Madness | Chapter Four

Prompt: “She is a threat to our universe.”

Warnings: blood and gore, mentions of death, violence.

A/N: I'm so sorry that this chapter took me so long to publish it out, but here it is and I hope it was worth it! This is not Beta read and all of the mistakes are on my own. Please comment fo what you thought of this chapter so far!!

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THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - epilogue

‘’You claimed her at the law of surprise and yet you are still in denial, why?’’ Wong spoke towards Strange. Stephen stared out of the window as he was in deep thought. He didn’t say anything and kept ignoring him. ‘’You can’t ignore whatever destiny has brought you, you are bonded to the girl, whatever you like it or not,’’ Wong told him sternly and walked so he could stand beside him and look in the eye.

‘’It is her destiny,’’ Wong commented. ‘’Yet, even I can’t save her and what she will do to us,’’ Stephen spoke and met his eyes. ‘’You all claimed that we are bonded together but yet she will destroy us all, there’s nothing I can do for the child.’’ He spoke stubbornly. Wong looked at him with sympathy.

‘’You can at least be with her, train her how to control her powers because fate will not be kind to her when she’s older,’’ Wong told him. ‘’You’re the only one who can train her, Stephen.’’ He commented before walking away.

‘’You can start working in the undercroft,’’ Stephen replied before walking away.

‘’The undercroft?’’ Ned responded with wide eyes. The two of you walked downstairs and found an old room with different objects in the darkroom. The only thing that was the source of light was the small bulb light in the ceiling that Ned lighted up.

‘’Badass,’’ Ned commented as the five of you stood at the entrance. ‘’Lovely.’’ You replied with sarcasm as you saw that the room was all over the place. It seemed that nobody has been there over the decades. ‘’Guys, listen about this whole spell thing…’’ Peter began to say as MJ and Ned placed their backpacks on the floor while Ned grabbed a crossbow.

‘’It’s okay,’’ MJ interrupted him.

‘’Wait, really?’’ Peter asked shocked.

You looked at them and decided to step aside since it was their business, to begin with. You haven’t been there for Peter for a long time and you knew that he had the best friends that he could trust.

‘’I mean I get it, you were just trying to fix things, and so, maybe just run it by us next time, you know? That way you’re thinking, hey I’m about to do something that could break the universe we could like, help you,’’ MJ chuckled nervously. ‘’Workshop something or…brainstorm ideas. You watched their interaction as you began to smile towards the scene.

‘’Ned?’’ Peter asked as the three of you turned towards Ned. ‘’Okay, buddy, place the crossbow back to the table before you hurt someone in this room,’’ You warned him as he nodded. ‘’Oh, dude, I don’t care, and seriously not a big deal,’’ Ned assured him.

‘’Woah, a torture rack!’’ Ned exclaimed as the three of you watched him run towards a corner. You let out a chuckle and noticed it wasn’t a torture rack. ‘’That is a pilates machine,’’ MJ corrected him before she pointed towards the crypt. ‘’And that is-’’

‘’The crypt,’’ Peter answered as you and Peter followed MJ from behind. ‘’Okay, So we get the rest of the guys, you zap them, Doctor Magic will send them back, and then we get into MIT,’’ MJ responded as you stood in between them. ‘’And then I will offer you guys a round of stale donuts,’’ You responded with a smile as MJ looked at you.

‘’My treat,’’ You answered as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

‘’Let’s catch some multiverse men,’’ Ned commented, next to Peter as he held the crossbow. You rolled your eyes towards the scene as you watched the man in front of you look at you.

‘’Hey! Who the hell are these two?’’ Doctor Octavius shouted. ‘’Oh these are my friends, this is MJ, Ned, and Y/N,’’ Peter introduced as he gestured towards you. ‘’I’m sorry, what was your name again?’’ Peter asked him. ‘’Dr. Otto Octavious.’’ He answered dryly as you all began to chuckle towards the name.

It made sense since he was shaped like an octopus. ‘’Wait no, seriously what are your real name?’’ Peter asked him again. ‘’Oh, is that a dinosaur?’’ Ned questioned. You looked at him with an amused expression on your face. ‘’That’s a lizard, dude,’’ You corrected him. You sighed as all four of you got to work and tried to find the other multiverse men.

Peter washed his spiderman suit while Ned picked his computer up. ‘’I got one!’’ Ned repeated as he tried to gain everyone’s attention. You all walked towards him towards the table as you surrounded him. ‘’I mean you can take the guy out of the chair but you can’t take the chair out of the guy,’’ Ned responded.

‘’What did you find?’’ You asked him. ‘’There’s a disturbance near a military research facility outside of the city,’’ Ned informed you. ‘’And witnesses say they saw a monster flying through the air,’’ Ned continued as Peter looked at him. ‘’That’s got to be the guy you saw on the bridge, right?’’ Ned asked Peter as all of you looked at him.

‘’That’s impossible,’’ You all turned towards Doctor Octavious. His back was faced in front of you. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You asked him with wide eyes. ‘’You know him, don’t you?’’ Peter asked him. ‘’On the bridge, you said his name,’’ Peter responded as he walked closer to him.

‘’Norman Osborn,’’ He answered before turning around slowly. ‘’Brilliant scientist, military researcher, but he was greedy, misguided…’’

‘’What happened to him?’’

‘’We tire of your questions, boy!’’ He began to shout, startling all of you. ‘’I gotta go, I need to find him,’’ Peter told you as you nodded.

‘’It can’t be him,’’ You heard him reply as it regained all of your attention back to him.

‘’And why is that?’’ You asked him with a calmer voice. He turned and met your eyes. ‘’Because Norman Osborn died years ago, so either we saw someone else, or you’re flying out into the darkness to fight a ghost,’’

#andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield spiderman x reader #spiderman no way home x reader #spiderman no way home #spiderman no way hone #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #mj x reader #ned leeds x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader

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sunphroggy · 3 years

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alright I have an au idea that im about to badly explain but it's a little strange so stick with me.

I call it: 'The Parent Trap but Opposite' au

So picture this: Tommy is Phil's only child, right. His mother died in childbirth so for his entire eight years of life its just been him and Phil. And that's fine, that's great, he loves it. Tommy doesn't want another addition to the family, it would only screw everything up.

That being said, Phil is lonely. Don't get him wrong, he loves his son and loves spending time with him, but he misses the feeling of being in love. He misses his wife.

Enter, Kristen.

They meet on a blind date, set up by a friend from Phil's work, and hit it off instantly. Months pass and Phil wants to propose.

One problem though. He hasnt told Tommy about it. He hasn't even introduced Kristen to him.

So what better way to merge both families that a holiday?

(I should probably say here that Kristen also has children. Take a wild guess who they are.)

Tommy is all for a holiday. Two weeks at a fancy ass hotel with room service, an arcade and a pool? Sign him up!

That is until, he finds out that Kristen and her boys will be joining them.

Enter, Wilbur and Techno.

(They're about fourteen. Their parents are divorced and, unlike Tommy, they knew Kristen was seeing Phil. They alse know that Phil is gonna propose - well, it's just a hunch)

Phil, god bless him, tries his hardest to get Tommy to warm up to Kristen, Wilbur and Techno. He plans all these activities and takes them all shopping, to the beach, to waterparks ect. But Tommy just won't take to them; he doesn't mind Kristen but Wilbur and Techno are weird, they keep making these cryptic comments about how they're going to be seeing eachother a lot in the future and Tommy just does not understand.

That is, until they decide to let Tommy in on the obvious.

Tommy, as expected, is in denial. Because there's no way his dad would do something like that without telling him first. Besides, Phil doesn't need to get married, they're perfectly happy just the two of them.

There's just no way.

Right?

Wrong.

Because Tommy is a curious little shit and he ransacks his and Phil's hotel room in search for the ring. He doesn't find it, of course, because Phil is used to Tommy's little raccoon tactics and hid it properly. But when he comes back from dinner with Kristen to a destroyed room and a confused Tommy, he decides to tell him the truth.

Needless to say Tommy has a fit. One moment, he's happy; just him and dad, living life. And then this lady and her shitty sons come along and fucks that up

(I imagine the conversation being something like:

Phil: Yeah im gonna propose Kristen

Tommy, inhaling deeply: *screams*

And then it would proceed to reinact that once scene from Steven universe with ruby and sapphire like-

phil: he'll eventually tire himself out :'D

Tommy, making even more of a mess than he already has: that's what you think! I am an eternal flame baby!! >:(

Yeah.)

Tommy, ever the drama queen, storms to Wilbur and Techno - who are like "we told you so :/" - and the three of them (because Techno and Wilbur also do not want this little racoon gremlin hybrid in their home either) team up and plan to ruin the proposal. The only problem, they don't know when Phil is gonna actually propose.

And this...this is where the hijinks and shenanigans ensue.

They just like, constantly ruin Phil and Kristen's date nights with their dumb shit.

(I'm thinking shit like the three of them stacked on each others shoulders in a trench coat pretending to be a waiter at the hotel restaurant Phil and Kristen are eating at and constantly spilling drinks and food of them whenever it looks like Phil is about to pop the question; following them on walks under the stars, hiding in bushes with binoculars and making birds attack them; tackling Phil into the pool ect. ect. ect.)

But, plot twist, while pulling off these epic plans, the three of them...bond! Dun dun dunnnnn!!! Wilbur and Techno actually grow to like Tommy and think "Hey, maybe this kid ain't so bad" so they back out on the plans and try to convince Tommy to do the same. He won't.

(Meanwhile, Phil is just wondering why all his proposal attempts have gone so fucking wrong like???)

Anyways, fast forward. Its the last day of their holiday the two families go out for dinner. Its nice, they're having a good time, Kristen is chatting away to Tommy about Minecraft and Tommy is happy to tell her all about his favourite game. And then, Phil clears his throat.

He starts talking about Kristen and how happy he makes her, and Tommy can tell what's coming the moment Phil reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small black box. And, in a final attempt to keep the life he has, Tommy snatches the box out of Phil's hand and fucking runs.

He runs right out of the restaurant, ignoring everyone calling after him, and doesn't stop running until he's on the beach, where he hides. And he cries. He cries because his dad is gonna replace him with Techno and Wilbur, and he misses his mum even though he never met her, and because this he knows that stealing a ring and running away isn't gonna stop this proposal from happening, and because the only family dynamic he knows is going to change and he isn't ready for that. And it's just a big angst moment.

And then some fluff.

Kristen finds him hidden by the rocks, and Tommy quickly pretends he wasn't just crying bc he's a big man and shit like that. He half expects her to immediately call for Phil and then for Phil to disown him, but instead she sits with him.

She asks if he's OK and when he doesnt answer her she just goes on talking about random things as if Tommy didn't just ruin their entire holiday (about shit like how she thought the cake at the restaurant was too dry and about the stars and different constellations and she even continues asking him about minecraft) and Tommy, after a while, talks back to her.

They talk for a while, arguing about the best Minecraft block (Tommy wholeheartedly defending cobblestone like his life depends on it) until eventually Kristen asks why he did what he did. And Tommy explains everything (that can basically be summed up in "I'm scared of change")

It's just a wholesome moment really. They're just sitting behind a bunch of rocks, Tommy is spilling his guts and Kristen is just listening. And at then end of it she's there to give him a big hug.

(I imagine Tommy saying that one cliche line "please don't hurt my dad" and Kristen being like "I wouldn't dream of it" and then Tommy gives her the ring box)

But yeah, happy ending! Phil proposes to Kristen on the beach and it's all happy and nice and cool and Tommy, Techno and Wilbur watch and Techno starts crying a little bc he's so happy for his mum.

...

I came up with this last night when I couldn't sleep.

#sbi #sbi headcanons #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois family #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #dadza #mumza

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 03

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 1144

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

'Erm excuse me,' you said hesitantly. Although your voice had been softened by your insecurity, the whole room suddenly faced you, eight pairs of eyes looking at you frowning.

'H-hi,' you said awkwardly, straightening your back and trying your best to look and sound confident. 'My name is Y/n and I'm the new personal assistant of Mr. Wang,' you said quickly. A few faces instantly changed, with understanding looks on them. Some even nodded and smiled.

'Right, erm,' you said stumbling again, 'so Mr. Wang told me to give this to you,' you told the room, sticking out your arms that were holding the binder with the designs. 'And he told me he wanted you to look over them again,' you repeated his words.

The whole room sighed. Some people leaned back in their chairs, rolling their eyes. Others put their hands in front of their faces and shook their heads.

Slightly shocked, you looked at their reactions.

'Don't worry about it,' one of the guys said as he walked over to you and saw your face. 'They're not reacting to you, they're reacting to the boss,'

His comment was unnecessary but you simply nodded. He had a very soft and friendly face.

'My name is Im Jaebeom but everyone calls me Jay B,' he said sticking out his hand to you as he took the binder from you. You shook his hand and bowed slightly.

Jay B clicked his tongue as he flipped through the binder quickly. 'The boss hasn't been satisfied with our work lately. It's almost like...' he mumbled but he didn't finish his sentence.

'Like what?' you asked curiously, unable to help yourself. Jay B grimaced at you.

'Like he doesn't know what he wants,' he said shaking his head. 'But don't tell him I said that,' he added quickly. You gave him a slight smile to let him know you understood.

On your way over to the kitchen, you wondered what Jay B had meant by what he said. As a former avid Team Wang stan, you knew Jackson to be determined, and creative. He always knew what he wanted and exactly how he wanted it. It was strange to think that what Jay B had said, was true.

You pondered over it while filling up a can of water for your boss. He had seemed pretty sure of himself when he had rejected the designs and given them to you. Maybe Jay B was wrong and just didn't understand Jackson as you did.

You scoffed at yourself.

"Really Y/N?" You thought to yourself. "You really think you know Jackson better after stanning him for a few years? Better than his own employees?"

You clicked your tongue.

But then what if Jay B was right? What if Jackson was stuck in some sort of designer block?

It pained you to think this. Designing was Jackson's life and you could easily imagine how frustrating it would be for him if he was blocked. You didn't want this for him.

Deep in thought, you made your way back to your boss's office, the heavily filled water jug in your hand.

When you entered the room, Jackson was standing facing the window, his back towards you.

"Was he really unsure of himself?" you wondered as you walked up to him. Your eyes slid over his strong posture. His broad back and strong arms... You simply could not imagine a man like him being stuck like that. A flush of heat washed over your body and your heart instantly started to beat faster. The water jug suddenly seemed a lot heavier. You gripped it with your other hand, holding it close to you so you wouldn't drop it.

Jackson. Your boss was really Jackson. You were really approaching him right now, bringing him water.

Your mind was racing.

Suddenly, unexpectedly he turned around. His sharp movement startled you and the jug slipped from your fingers. Cold water flooded over your front and a second later the sound of shattering indicated the glass had hit the floor.

There was a moment of silence where Jackson simply looked at you, eyebrows raised, then,

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' you cried out quickly. You felt like your heart had stopped and your body had turned into ice. You quickly crouched down, scrambling to pick up the pieces of the shattered glass lying at his feet, still mumbling apologies.

How could you have been so stupid? Why were you this clumsy? How could you mess it up this quickly? You had barely been working for him for an hour and you had already shown him your incompetence. You were trying hard to hold back tears.

You couldn't look at him as Jackson slowly crouched down as well.

'Y/n,' he said softly but you couldn't hear him over your endless stream of apologies.

'Y/n!' he said louder now. Your body froze mid-pick up of a particularly large piece of glass. Your breathing was heavy as if you had just run a marathon.

'Y/n, relax, it's just water and it's just a jug,' he said simply. He tried to find your eyes as he looked at you. He could see the tears in your eyes that you refused to let out.

He felt weird. Why were you crying? Why were you panicking? He didn't understand. It was just a minor mistake that could happen to anyone, but you seemed to be distraught by it.

He stared at your wet eyes. You looked so pitiful and small like this and a part of him wanted to scoop you up and hold you close, press his lips onto your pouting ones.

The image of it flashed before his eyes in a millisecond and he quickly got up again and cleared his throat.

'Leave it. You might cut yourself,' he said shortly. He was surprised at his own fierce tone of voice. It took a second, but then slowly you got up too.

Your suit jacket and the white blouse underneath it were soaked, making the fabric see-through. For a moment Jackson's eyes darted over your body, stopping at your chest. Underneath the wet jacket and through the wet fabric of your blouse he could easily spot the pastel blue lace bra you were wearing.

He had to hold in a groan.

'Why don't you go dry yourself and calm down a bit?' He suggested quickly, tearing his eyes from your chest and quickly looking away. 'The ladies restroom has a blow-drier,'

'Yes, sir,' you said in a small voice. All this time you had been staring at your own shoes. You could not bear to face him. Maybe ever again.

With a body that still felt like ice and feet that seemed to be made of lead, you turned around and walked out of the door.

You were a disaster.

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pinknatural · 3 years

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After a long while, Jack straightens back up, wiping away his tears.

“Sorry about your shirt,” he says again. Dean waves his hand in dismissal. What’s some snot and tears?

“It’s fine,” he says again. “I mean it, kid.”

Jack looks like he might begin to cry all over again, but he sniffs and makes a valiant effort not to. They’re in a motel room--Dean couldn’t bear the Bunker, and Sam and Eileen’s honeymoon phase. He’s happy for them, of course he is, but seeing them so in love is kind of painful, and Dean could tell Sam was trying not to be overt about it to spare Dean’s feelings, and Dean just felt that, well--he might as well remove himself from the situation, at least for a little bit.

(Plus, now he has some peace and quiet--the motel room is littered with books and research, scrolls and files and other pieces of lore--all on the afterlife, of course. All on how to get there.)

“Okay,” Jack says. “Okay.” He raises a glowing hand to his own forehead, but he pauses when his fingers are about an inch away. He swallows.

“Come on, kid, what are you waiting for?” Dean asks.

“I could bring her back,” Jack whispers. “I should bring her back.”

He lowers his hand, turns a stricken gaze to Dean.

“Who?” Dean asks. He thinks, Kelly. He thinks, Maggie. He thinks, absurdly, Charlie.

“Emma,” Jack says.

Dean feels as if he’s been hit over the head.

“What?” he says. Has he turned into a fish and been left out on the docks? Where did all the air go?

“You’ve been thinking about her,” Jack says, like a confession. “Praying.” He has, if only because he’s been wallowing in what he can’t have, the husband, the daughter. He has, if only because he’s been wondering if the way to the Empty could be through Purgatory. Would he have time to sweep the place first? Would he be able to find her, unlike the last two times he was there?

“Yeah,” Dean tries to say, but no sound comes out. He tries again. “Yeah. You could really…?”

“I can do anything,” Jack says, with a sad, bitter smile, and Dean reaches for him. Jack falls into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Dean’s back, clinging to his shirt. Dean runs a hand up his back, cups the back of his neck.

“You don’t have to,” Dean says. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever said. “God, kid, I’d like nothing more, but you don’t have to. You gotta do what’s best for you, you hear me?”

“I know,” Jack says. He sniffles. Dean thinks he might be crying again. “And I love Claire so much but I just want my sister. Dad, I want to bring her back.”

Dean squeezes his son. He closes his eyes.

“Then bring her back,” he whispers, and one of Jack’s hands leaves Dean’s back. Golden light shines, starting behind Dean and filling up the room, making it brighter and brighter and Jack gets smaller and smaller and Dean just holds on, tighter and tighter.

The light fades.

A little boy has his face buried in Dean’s gut, arms wrapped tight around Dean. They don’t even go all the way around, anymore. Dean runs a hand through Jack’s hair, stunned even though Jack told him this was what he wanted, even though they’d talked and talked about it before Jack decided to go through with it.

“What?” a tiny voice says, and Dean turns around.

Emma is standing there, only she’s not--she’s not exactly the Emma Dean remembers. Instead of being sixteen, she’s something like eight years old, eyes wide and hair tangled with leaves. She’s splattered with blood, and wearing the same clothes she’d died in--the same clothes Dean buried her in. They’re too big for her, and she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.

“What happened?” she asks, looking around the motel room wildly. “Where am I?”

“Emma,” Dean says, untangling himself from the three year old on the bed and kneeling, reaching out gently. He stays near the bed, afraid of spooking her. “You were rescued from Purgatory. You’re safe.” He turns to Jack. “Why is she little?”

“She’s human,” Jack says, shrugging. He’s chewing on the end of his sleeve, eyes wide. His clothes, at least, are three-year-old sized. Dean wonders where he’s supposed to get Emma some clothes, but there’s a pink suitcase sitting beside Dean’s duffel. The sight of it is too much, and he looks back at his daughter.

“Safe?” Emma repeats, looking down at her hands. She flexes her tiny fingers.

“Eight years have passed,” Dean says, still holding out his hands--he’s not sure if he’s trying to soothe her or reach for her. “You’re safe, you don’t have to kill anyone, I won’t hurt you.”

Emma looks around again. She sees her suitcase and stares at it, then swings her gaze back around. “Who’s that?” She points at Jack.

“That’s Jack, that’s my son,” Dean says. “Your brother. He brought you back.”

“How?”

“He was powered up--he was God--but now he’s just a kid,” Dean says. “He, um, wanted to bring you back.”

“Dada was prayin’ for you,” Jack says, voice muffled around the sleeve he’s still chewing. Dean reaches out and gently removes it from his mouth. “He wanted you to come back. I wanted to meet you.”

“Oh,” Emma says. She looks down at her pants. “I’m all dirty.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “The bathroom’s over there if you want to--shower. I can help you if you want.”

Emma shakes her head and reaches for her suitcase. She goes into the bathroom, turning around and looking back at Dean and Jack, eyes wide, until she shuts the door behind her. Dean collapses back onto his feet, running his hands over his face, laughing incredulously.

“I did good?” Jack asks, sliding off the bed and crawling onto Dean’s lap. “I did good?”

“Yeah, buddy,” Dean says, voice cracking. He hears the shower turn on, the water begin to run. He curls up tight over Jack. “You did great.”

The first thing Cas is aware of is big blue eyes. The rest of the features on that face sharpen into a nose and mouth, grace smearing around the small face, and although it seems impossible, it can only be--

“Jack?”

“Daddy!” Jack cries, and he throws himself onto Cas. Cas catches him easily, holds his tiny body within his arms. Oh, he’s so small. His golden wings stretch as big as they go, which is not very big, to wrap themselves around Cas, and reflexively he wraps his own around Jack as well, holding him tight, rocking slightly back and forth.

Then he remembers--everything, and that he’s supposed to be dead, and he looks up.

Green eyes. Freckles, slightly crooked nose, beloved mouth, beloved jawline.

“Cas,” Dean croaks, and he falls to his knees. Cas is on the floor, legs crossed and Jack curled up on his lap. Cas doesn’t want to let go but Jack wiggles away, and Cas is afraid to reach out but helpless to do anything else.

Dean crawls toward him, falls against him. He presses his face into Cas’ neck and breathes, in and out, and Cas thinks he might be crying. But Cas is breathing Dean in, and he smells like the Impala (home) and guns (safety) and lemon (Dean) and Cas’ eyes aren’t very dry, either.

“You dumb son of a bitch,” Dean says, voice tucked safe into the place between Cas’ neck and shoulder. “You goddamned idiot. You stupid fucker. You dumbass, you, you.”

“Dean,” Cas says, and Dean shudders out a shaky breath, breathes heavily against him. Dean is alive in Cas’ arms, and he couldn’t be happier.

He tilts his gaze up, looking for Jack, and he finds instead a little girl with brown-blonde hair. She’s wearing a pink t-shirt and denim shorts and one of Dean’s flannels. She’s practically swimming in it, but her sleeves are rolled up and her eyes are the same apple-green as Dean’s, and Cas holds Dean tighter.

“Emma?” he asks. She nods and looks away uncomfortably.

“Emmie, Emmie, my daddy’s back,” Jack says, bouncing over to her and dancing around, wings flapping madly.

“Yeah,” Emma says.

Dean clears his throat and finally leans back from Cas. He reaches out an arm and Emma comes over to him, sitting on the floor beside him and tucking herself against his side. Dean wipes away tears with his other hand as Jack barrels back around, throwing himself into Cas’ lap. Cas holds him and looks around.

They’re in a motel room, two queen beds, identical to the countless ones Sam and Dean have stayed in over the years. But there’s a pink suitcase next to the TV and a blue duffel with sharks on it beside it. On one of the beds there’s a pair of stuffed rabbits, one pink and one yellow. There are various books and scrolls piled on the little table beside the couch and also piled onto the couch itself. Spell ingredients are on the floor, spread out over a placemat.

“Daddy,” Emma says, and Cas looks at her, tugging on Dean’s overshirt. His heart melts. Dean deserves nothing less, of course, but he knows what toll gaining then losing a daughter has had on Dean. He’s so glad that Dean can have her back, that she can have Dean, too, that she can have another chance. She deserves it, and already Cas looks at her and sees her hair in a careful braid and her Wonder Woman socks and he knows he would die for her. “If me and Jack are siblings and you’re Jack’s dad and that’s Jack’s dad, too, then. Um.”

She looks at Cas nervously. Dean squeezes her shoulders.

“Me and Cas have to talk about all that,” Dean says. Cas is astounded that it’s not an instant denial.

“We do?” he asks, and Dean meets his gaze head on.

“Yeah,” he says. “We got a lotta stuff to talk about, you and me. Kids, why don’t you watch some TV and Cas and I’ll go outside.”

Jack scrambles off of Cas’ lap and turns around, presses a wet kiss to Cas’ cheek, then he climbs onto the bed with the stuffed animals. He grabs onto the yellow bunny and Emma crawls beside him, putting the pink bunny on her lap and pointing the remote at the TV. Cas stands and offers his hand to Dean, who takes it, lets Cas pull him up.

Dean goes outside and Cas follows, of course he does. They don’t let go of each other’s hands.

“Why are we in a motel?” Cas asks. Dean shrugs.

“Needed some space,” he says. “Then I wasn’t sure how big of a house to get.”

“A house?”

“Yeah,” Dean says. He rubs at the back of his neck with his free hand. “Can’t raise kids in a bunker, come on man.”

“What about Sam?”

“He’s fine,” Dean says. “On a hunt with Eileen.”

“Oh,” Cas says, slightly confused.

“Yeah, I dunno,” Dean says. “Salt-and-burn in Orlando, I think. So, um, listen, man…”

“Thank you for getting me out of the Empty,” Cas blurts, afraid Dean is about to reject him. He has always known Dean would do so, but he thinks to hear it would be--upsetting.

“Of course,” Dean says. “You’re, um. I couldn’t just leave you there, you’re--”

“Family?” Cas suggests.

“Yeah,” Dean says. He takes a step forward. “Though, you know, I’ve been thinkin’ about what we are to each other.”

“You have?” Cas takes a step back when Dean takes another step forward.

“Yeah,” Dean breathes. “Living together, raising a kid together, dying for each other. Never wanting to be apart.”

“Oh?” Cas says, and his back hits the wall. Dean stands over him, caging him in with only one hand--the other still wrapped around Cas’ palm, their fingers intertwined.

“You know what that sounds like?” Dean asks, breath ghosting along Cas’ jaw, and Cas can’t really think. Why is Dean standing so close to him?

“Family?” Cas croaks, brain stuck on the word. Family, they’re family.

“I was thinking it sounded like husbands, Cas,” Dean says, and then Cas doesn’t have to worry about why Dean is standing so close anymore, because Dean kisses him, and Cas’ brain ceases functioning--but it’s okay, because if Dean says they’re husbands, who is Cas to argue?

Sam pulls up to the motel after dropping Eileen off at the Bunker. She was tired from driving all night and Sam doesn’t blame her, but he can’t believe he’s missed everything while he went to one measly salt-and-burn.

He parks the car and gets out, crossing the parking lot. He knocks on the door and Claire opens it. She looks the same as always, except she has a purple stuffed bunny peeking out of her jacket pocket. Sam is smart enough not to comment on this.

She steps aside and lets him in, and Emma squeaks and practically climbs up Dean when she sees him. It’s a work in progress, with her, and Sam feels terrible but he’s not sure what he can do besides give her time, so he looks away and instead turns to Cas, who smiles when he sees him.

“Sam!” he says, and he stands up from the couch, crosses the room and hugs him.

“It’s good to see you,” Sam says, clapping Cas on the back.

“Sam!” Jack says, and he barrels towards Sam’s legs with the determination of a battering ram, and Sam intercepts him before he can make contact, picking him up and swinging him over his shoulder. Jack laughs and laughs, and Kaia waves at Sam from her spot curled up on the couch.

“This motel room is very full,” Sam says, looking around, and Dean grins at him.

“That’s why we’re shopping, Sammy,” he says, and he points at his laptop.

“Find anything good?” Sam asks, crossing the room to sit on the couch so he can see the computer. He deposits Jack into Cas’ arms, and Dean comes to sit on his other side. Emma stays on the bed, hiding behind Claire, who’s obviously taking guard-duty pretty seriously since she’s half-glaring at Sam.

Sam looks away and turns his gaze toward the computer.

“We weren’t finding any good listings so we’re looking for some land, now,” Dean says.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay in the Bunker? We’ve got a lotta room,” Sam says.

“Nah,” Dean says. He slings his arm around Cas, who’s perched on the arm of the couch. “We need a house.”

“Windows,” Cas says solemnly, tangling his and Dean’s fingers, and Sam notes the movement with a pleased smile.

“But if we build a house we can add-in wards and stuff, right into the foundations,” Dean says. “We can make sure it’s safe, and good.”

“Will you build it?” Sam asks, even though he knows the answer.

“Damn straight,” Dean says. The silver band on his ring finger flashes as he shuts the laptop. Jack crawls into Kaia’s lap, and she wraps her arms around him.

“I think it’s a good idea,” she says.

“Yeah,” Sam says. He meets his brother’s eyes. “Me too.”

(ao3)

#girl this got so much longer than i thought it would be #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #emmanatural #jack kline #emma winchester #sam winchester #claire novak #kaia neives #i hope u guys like that all i do is write emma or cas gets rescued over and over again with slightly different variations #writingtag

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