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through the years

you live in the era where red string of fate is real, that whoever is at the end of your string―is your soulmate. the catch is, you can only see who the end of your string after you kissed your soulmate. so, why, after thirty years of living―with the possibility that you don’t have a soulmate―you can see yours linked to your best friend? on your wedding day, at that.

pairing: baekhyun x reader au: best friends to lovers, soulmate, red string of fate genre: fluff, romance. word count: 9.1k note: this is one of my old fics that i used to really love, but at some point i drafted it and never look back. i did some revisions to this though please expect some grammatical mistakes or typos! ; u ;

[ 1992 ]

“Sweetheart, come here, there’s a new neighbor beside our house.” Your mom crouched down to beckon you to walk to her―although a little bit stumbling because you have just learned how to walk―to her, which you happily did. You were giggly and happy when she picked you up to meet the new neighbor who visited you.

You vividly remembered a boy in his mother’s arms; cheeks chubby, eyes slanted downwards, and his smile was really cute. You remembered reaching out for the boy until your soft little hand landed on his cloudy cheeks. You saw the boy giggle and soon enough, you were placed in your playpen together with the boy.

After that day, the both of you were inseparable.

[ 1996 ]

You were seated on your bike, with your arms looped around your best friend's waist. Today has been one of those days where your mom let you ride the three wheeled bike together with Baekhyun. The evenings are still young, both you and him were too happy to be able to play outside after finishing your homework.

For a seven year old, playing in the park together with the kids your age have always been a pleasure. You were grateful that you have Baekhyun―and the other kids who live in your neighborhood because they give you a childhood filled with happiness.

[ 2002 ]

“Sweetheart! You’re going to be late!” You heard your mom shouted from downstairs as you are checking your appearance for the last time in the full body mirror in your room.

“Wait a bit!” You shout back at her, taking your backpack that doesn't weigh much as you scrambled it downstairs. Tripping on your own two feet as you skipped over two stairs, you were lucky that a pair of arms caught you just in time.

It was Baekhyun, you learned when you look up only to be greeted by his bright smile. “Careful.” He muttered as he helped you to straighten your body. You giggle at him.

“Kids, let’s go!” Your dad sounded, beckoning both you and Baekhyun to the car. With a kiss on your mother’s cheeks from both you and Baekhyun, you scramble inside the car to start a new school year with him.

[ 2006 ]

“Happy birthday, little princess!” Baekhyun shouted right in your ear, attempting to wake you up from your deep slumber. You peeked a little, noticing that the sky was still dark and you groaned. He did it again, his tradition of congratulating you on your birthday at 12am sharp. Soon enough, you could hear the sound of your friends singing happy birthday to you. You couldn’t help but to whine even more, not liking how messy you looked.

Baekhyun, being Baekhyun, decided to pull you off your bed and hold you near him, not wanting you to fall down and embarrass yourself more. You tried your best to sober up from your sleep, greeted by the sight of your other best friend, Minhee, who was holding a red velvet cake with a candle that said 17. You also noticed the whole gang was here, including your parents.

You made a wish before you blew out your candle, grinning. “Thank you, guys. This means a lot. “You cry baby,” you heard Minhee say, and you giggled at that, giving her the tightest hug (she already put the cake down on your study table). Your friends took turns hugging you, giving you birthday wishes and their present.

Then it was Baekhyun’s turn, holding your hand and swinging it a little.

“Happiest birthday, my little princess.” He gave you a toothy grin before pulling you into a hug.

Best sweet seventeenth ever, you thought.

[ 2010 ]

University was rather stressful for you, and you know you are struggling with the many workloads you have been having. Being able to study in your dream school is great, but the fact that you have to be away from your family always managed to distract you and made you upset.

Your dorm room always feels empty at night, and sometimes, the emptiness is suffocating.

Reaching out to your phone, you dialed a number you remember by heart.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Baekhyun’s voice comes from the other line, making your lips tremble. You were silent for a few minutes, then you heard shuffling noises from the other line.

“I’m coming over, okay? Prepare more pillows for me.” You only nod even though you know that he couldn’t see it. Tears already falling down from your eyes when you heard his car engine.

That night, you fell asleep in Baekhyun’s arms, and you know you’re home.

[ 2017 ]

“You broke up with Wooseok?” Baekhyun asked, a pout formed on his lips. You and Baekhyun were currently laying down on your bed, watching random TV shows, conversing about everyday life after work. Baekhyun was your best friend, always has been ever since you were in diapers. Him cuddling you like that wasn’t something new, and you felt comfortable.

People may think the both of you were too close as best friends - thinking that maybe you were secretly dating. But that wasn’t the case; you were comfortable with Baekhyun, you loved him and you relied most on him, but that was all. Baekhyun had seen you at your worst, helped you through so many things and vice versa. The thought of dating or being in a romantic relationship with him never crossed your mind.

At some point in your relationship with Wooseok, he wondered—doubting— your closeness with Baekhyun, even. But he soon realized that nothing can beat your closeness with Baekhyun, and accepted the fact that Baekhyun will always have a special spot in your life.

“Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you bothered by it? You were with him for what, six years?” He was wondering, a frown visible on his face. You shrugged at him.

“It’s not like we are soulmates or anything. It doesn’t matter.”

“But there are people who won’t get together with their soulmate, at the end of the day. If he wanted to make it work, he will. No?”

“Baekhyun,” you whined, jabbing your finger to his chest, “stop talking, it’s not like you have yet found your soulmate.” Lifting your left hand up, looking at the faint red string wrapped around your pinky finger, the string looked as if it was connected to someone very close to you. He chuckled breathlessly, nodding.

“It wasn’t on top of my priority, you know how busy I am with my projects.”

Growing up, Baekhyun always told you that he wanted to be an architect. To design tall and beautiful buildings. And he worked so hard to be where he was right now, a very successful architect who was hired for big projects. You were proud of him, always.

“Yeah, yeah, you need to find someone to take care of you. I’m getting sick of you,” you playfully said, grinning at him which earned a roll of his eyes.

“Says the one who broke up with her boyfriend because she got too busy.”

As Baekhyun was living his dream as an architect, you also lived your dream out to start your own advertising firm. It was still not that big, but it was thriving, and it wasn't easy to be a CEO at such a young age, when the people around you were busy finding partners.

Silence engulfed the both of you after the conversation. You could hear Baekhyun soft happy hums as his eyes were focused on the tv screen. Suddenly, you thought of it - what if you were unable to find your soulmate? Someone whose soul was linked to yours, someone who was yours as long as you lived. Someone that you could share a bright future together with.

You sighed, closing your eyes and burying your face to Baekhyun’s armpit, trying to forget about it because Baekhyun gave you the kind of comfort that nobody was able to give―not even Wooseok. He played with your hair, combing it slowly with his fingers.

Baekhyun didn’t need your verbal explanation to understand your thoughts, it was as if he was always able to read your mind. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll find him, or her, someday.”

“Someday,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you succumbed to sleep.

Someday.

Present day ― 2019. #1.

You stare at the couple in front of you with envy. No matter how much you lie to yourself and to others about you not bothering about the fact that you have not found your soulmate, deep down you really want to—after all, it has been two years since your last relationship—want to know how does it feel to be with someone whose soul linked to yours. It was hard, of course. You keep yourself busy with paperwork, keep yourself busy with anything but the idea of romance.

The breakup between you and Wooseok did affect you ― after all, the both of you have been together for a long time, expecting that maybe you will get married with him despite the non existent red string that linked the both of you. You thought wrong when Wooseok contacted you a few months after the breakup. He hasn’t been honest with you about the breakup; only saying that he doesn’t think he is able to be with you because you are busy.

Turns out, he found his soulmate, an accident that he is too ashamed to admit when he decided to end his relationship with you. You had met his soulmate―Jinhyuk―because Wooseok begged for you to meet them together, to explain everything in depth or else he would feel too guilty to be in a relationship with his own soulmate and you don’t want that.

Wooseok is anything but an asshole, that is how you find yourself forgiving him and still hanging out with him and his new partner. You knew he loved you with all of his heart―but his soul will always love the person he was linked to, and it was a good decision for him to pursue a relationship with his soulmate.

And now, you are hanging out with the two of them and Minhee.

“You keep sighing. Is anything up?” ― in the two years you have known Jinhyuk, you grew comfortable with him too. Having to know that his boyfriend is the person you are able to call as best friend too. Sure enough, Jinhyuk is now a part of your close group of friends.

“I miss Baekhyun.” You whined. Having to not see Baekhyun in two weeks because he is in Jeju, currently finishing a big project there. Wooseok chuckled at that, putting two pieces of pork belly on your plate. “I swear, you’re too attached to him.” He said, smiling as if he understood something you didn’t.

“I am. He’s basically my other soul!” That does come out in a wrong way, because Minhee frowned at that, nudging your shoulder, skeptic with your words. “He’s your soulmate, and you didn’t tell us?”

“No, no. That is not what I meant… he’s just―he has been with me since I am in my diapers so of course he is my other soul.”

Wooseok and Jinhyuk snorted at that, rolling their eyes at your words. It was known that those who had found their soulmates are able to see other people’s red string; to whom they are connected to. Little did you know, your three best friends (Minhee, that lucky bitch, already found her soulmate in highschool) are hiding something from you.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated, bringing your attention to it. It was Baekhyun who called. You smiled―it was pretty late, around 9PM and he must have been tired after finishing his project and meeting today. You right away answer the call, missing the mischievous smile on your bestfriends’ face.

“Hi,” You softly greet him. You can hear shuffling on his part and you wonder where he is.

“I just finished washing up. You seem busy?” Again, you are taken aback at his ability to answer your question before you asked.

“Oh. I’m out with Wooseok, Jinhyuk, and Minhee. We’re drinking.”

“Who will drive you home?”

“Minhee. She’s pregnant.”

Minhee suddenly hit your shoulder, whining to you before taking your phone to talk to Baekhyun.

“Please don’t tell Chanyeol―it’s a surprise!” She was still whining on the phone, you could hear a faint chuckle of Baekhyun. Minhee gave your phone back right after making sure Baekhyun wouldn’t spill it to Chanyeol.

“Should I talk to you later?” He asks you, you could hear a hint of sleepiness of his voice. Humming to answer him, bidding him bye after.

“Bye, sweetheart. Let me know when you arrive.”

Putting your phone down, you are greeted by Jinhyuk who looks at you knowingly, you just shrug. The rest of the night goes with your head being filled with how much you missed Baekhyun.

You are curled up under your blanket, battling with shitty period cramps―it was your fault that you have been too tired with your work that your cramps decide for you that you need to rest by giving you a very hurtful experience. Usually, you have Baekhyun to cuddle you and rub your belly, but he’s still in Jeju, only due to go home in two days. You groaned, somehow wishing that you have a soulmate to be here with you to tend to your cramps.

You were sleeping when you could hear someone opening the front door of your apartment―and shuffling. You don’t care, having to know that there are only three people aside from you to know your passcode. Maybe it is Minhee deciding to save you as you remembered whining to your group chat about your unbearable stomach cramps.

Turns out it was not Minhee―her scent isn’t as masculine as this. You recognize the perfume to be Baekhyun’s, and your eyes shot out right away at the realization that Baekhyun is here. He chuckles at your bewildered state, stripping his work clothes off and only in his boxer—he knows you’ll still be fussy because you hate it when someone lays down on your bed with their dirty clothes—before he gets under the duvet to pull you close to him. It was the usual, him and you sleeping in the same bed with him clad in nothing but his boxers―growing up, you did take baths with him and you have seen his dick. It was never a big deal, you trust him and he trusts you.

“Why are you here?” You tried to say, voice coming out very hoarse having to not speak for the entire day.

“My project finished early. I was about to surprise you but came to find out, the damsel in distress is having her period.” He chuckles at his own words, rubbing soothing circles on your spine. He always knew how to ease your pain.

You mumbled an mmkay, making yourself comfortable in his hold. “My stomach hurts.”

“Turn around, I’ll rub it.”

And you find yourself in a spooning position with his palm rubbing on your aching stomach, humming to random tones. Soon enough, sleep greets the both of you.

“Can you believe Minhee is already pregnant?”

Both you and Baekhyun are having dinner on your bed―usually you hate bringing food to your room but your disability to get up because of the cramps lets you.

“Yeah, it has only been a month or so since he and Chanyeol got married. They must be going at it like rabbits.”

You grunted at his words, not liking the idea of knowing your two friends having sex. Even after years of Minhee and Chanyeol being together, you could never be comfortable with it, anyways. It’s just weird to know that your closest friends are having a very healthy sex life.

“Maybe that is how it is when you have found your soulmate, you know.” You said, focusing on the TV that is currently playing your favorite Disney movie; Sleeping Beauty.

Baekhyun only hums.

Dinner goes on comfortably, with you snuggled up in Baekhyun’s arms and him serenading you playfully whenever a song comes up. By now, both you and him have already memorized the lyrics of each song.

Once the movie ends, you find yourself being forced to shower, he claimed that you stink and you only pinch the fats on his tummy. Yet, instead of shower, Baekhyun prepares you for a bath. Helping you to seat yourself in the bathtub.

He usually accompanies you in the bathtub, but today you insist him to not. Though, he sits himself on the toilet bowl, rambling about his project in Jeju.

“You really always steal my shirt.” Baekhyun said when he pulled a worn out shirt of his in your pyjamas section of the closet after you finished with your bath. You only roll your eyes at that.

“Do you ever want to find your soulmate, Baekhyun?”

You were on a car ride with Baekhyun to have dinner with your complete group of friends to celebrate Sehun who had just come home from his success walk in Paris Fashion Week.

“I do. But it was never in my priority. You know that.”

“Why?”

He just shrugs at you. “What is the purpose of having a soulmate when I have you, after all, you are like my other soul. We could get married if we end up not finding ours.”

You gagged at the mention of getting married to him. Though the idea of it sounds cool, after all you have known him all of your life and your closeness with him could never be traded with anyone. Probably not even with your soulmate―if you ever find one.

“You want to? Getting married to me, I mean.”

“Why not? It would be easier since we already rely on each other so much. Save us the bullshit of wooing our soulmate.”

You keep your mouth shut, your brain running through the possibility of having Baekhyun as your romantic partner for the rest of your life, and honestly, it didn’t sound bad. Instead, it sounds amazing. Baekhyun knows you inside and out, never once he missed a day of not being in your life ever since the first time you met him in your diapers. You smile at the thought of having Baekhyun in your life, wholly.

“Yeah. I thought the same too.”

“Let’s get married, then.” His question sounds so nonchalant, you almost thought he was joking but he’s not, you would know if he is joking.

“Huh.”

“We’re in our thirties, we also have a stable job, and as what I have said, you are half of my soul even though there are no red strings connecting us together. I don’t see why not.”

“Yeah. Let’s get married. Propose to me rightly first, though.”

“Should I sing you Once Upon A Dream and get on my knees? Or should we roleplay with you as Aurora and me as Prince Phillip, giving you a true love’s kiss?”

“You’re silly, Baekhyun.”

“You love that about me, sweetheart.”

That, you do.

“Where are we going?” You grumbled at him when he woke you up around 3am in the morning on a Saturday. He just chuckles at you as he leads you to his car, you notice there is a picnic basket on the backseat, making you wonder.

It has been a month since Baekhyun and you had the talk of getting married together―both of you have been busy with work.

“Just go to sleep, sweetheart, I’ll drive safe, you know I do.” You just hum, making yourself comfortable on the passenger seat, your face is facing him. It was cold, the AC of his Audi is directed right to your face and you groaned, tucking on his leather jacket he decided to wear and he got your message, taking it off to place it on top of you as a blanket.

“Sleep.” He said, caressing your hair.

You can feel Baekhyun fingers playing with the strand of your hair, making you wake up. The first thing you noticed is how the sky is colored with pastel hues of orange - indicating that the sun is going to rise soon. You only hummed , sitting down in your groggy state to smile at him.

“We’re here, come quick before we miss the sunrise.”

Growing up together with Baekhyun, you appreciate the sight of the sunrise as it is his favorite part of the day. You realized he brought you to a beach, where the sunrise will look even prettier. Holding his hand as sleepiness is still inside of you, walking side by side with no words exchanged. Just enjoying the quietness together.

The two of you are standing with him behind you with his arms wrapped around your body, just looking at the way the sun slowly rises up. You feel happy and content. Suddenly, Baekhyun hums to a song that you know by heart, and before you know it, he was standing in front of you - bringing you to an impromptu dance as he sings to Once Upon A Dream. You giggle at him, following his footsteps.

You bury your head on his chest, inhaling his scent as you listen to his soft voice singing to your favorite Disney song.

“You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream,” Baekhyun whispered the last line, his eyes focused on yours and you can see the twinkling of the galaxy inside it. He goes to his knees, his hand holding an opened velvet box. Inside is a simple silver ring with a small diamond in the center. A perfect engagement ring. A ring that you dream of having.

For some reason, you couldn’t help but tear up. Baekhyun takes your hand in his - intertwining your fingers with his. “Listen to me well, alright?” He smiles, squeezing your hand gently.

“We have been bestfriends for as long as we breathed, we have been through everything together, from the good and the bad ones. I rely so much on you in terms of my happiness and I know you do, too. You understand me like no one else does and you know how to make me feel the happiest man. I know there are no romantic feelings between us, but I believe things would develop when we do get married. I love you. I want you in my life - the two of us against the world. Sweetheart,” Baekhyun inhales, squeezing your hand in his. “Would you marry me?”

You were holding back your tears with every word Baekhyun said. The feeling of happiness is overwhelming for you, maybe he is not your soulmate, not the person who is destined to be a part of your life forever, but he is Byun Baekhyun, someone who is a part of your soul, someone you can’t live without.

Heaving out a deep breath, you nod slowly, smiling at him even though there are tears falling down from your eyes. “Yes, Baekhyun. I would love to marry you.”

Baekhyun then embraces you in his arms, hugging you so tightly that it makes you feel like your missing piece of the puzzle is finally completed. The little tug of your red strings unnoticed as you are overwhelmed with your feelings. You wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel his soft lips against your own; but you stopped yourself. And you know he was having a hard time to stop himself too.

You and Baekhyun have made a promise to only share the kiss on your wedding day, wanting the revelation to come later.

After having breakfast on the beach while you and Baekhyun admired the sunrise, Baekhyun decided it is better to visit your parents and his to break the news. You are excited to see the look in your parents’ eyes when they know their daughter is finally getting married. The ride to Bucheon is filled with laughter as Baekhyun couldn’t stop singing along to whatever songs that the radio played―sometimes making funny noises just to make you laugh. You are happy that nothing changes between you and him, the only differences are the diamond ring on your ring finger and your intertwined hands resting on Baekhyun’s lap.

You always love the neighborhood that you live in, thankful that your parents never intended to move out, same thing as Baekhyun’s parents. It is a tradition for your parents and his to have dinner when both you and Baekhyun are back, so you go on your separate ways to your own house, greeting your mother with a kiss on her cheek and your father with a fist bump.

There are still a few hours more to prepare dinner, you decided to take the time to clean up your old room. Looking through your photo albums only to find most of it being filled with your pictures that have Baekhyun beside you. You trace your fingertips on the dusty photobook, smiling as you reminisce the moments in your life ― and it makes you realize that Baekhyun has never been absent. Always here beside you.

Your smile grew when you reached a page of the first days of school pictures, taken by your parents. Each year, they always make you stand in front of the height measurements they created by themselves. You noticed in every picture―Baekhyun is always standing next to you.

I really grew up with him. You think to yourself as you notice how each year Baekhyun is growing taller and taller (you grow too, but you stopped growing in ninth grade). The pictures ranged from him on the same height as you until you were only around his chest.

Suddenly your phone vibrated, you take a peek of it to see Baekhyun texted you.

Baekhyunnie 💖 > Look at the window, sweetheart.

You right away turn your head to the left, towards your window, to see Baekhyun in his comfortable clothing smiling and waving at you. Grinning back at him as you hold up the photo album at him, he tilted his head to the side. Then taking a piece of paper and a marker writing something before he showed it to you.

What’s that!?

Scrambling off your seating position to grab a piece of paper and a red marker, you write back at him.

Photo album. Come here and see through it with me!

His mouth formed into an ‘o’ nodding his head and soon enough he was gone from his room. You went back to your stacked photo albums on the floor, waiting for him to come. You saw Baekhyun opening his window, automatically making you do the same.

You giggle when Baekhyun climbs out of his window to yours, making you remember how he always did it in your teenage years.

“You’re going through that many?” Was the first thing he said when he saw the albums on the floor.

“Yes, come see!”

Both of you then excitedly sat down on the floor, his head resting on your shoulder. Every single time you flip a page to see other pictures of both of you together, Baekhyun would throw comments, remembering exactly what happened behind the picture.

Like this one, where Baekhyun is standing behind you as your friends lather cream all over your face on your surprise twentieth birthday party. He was laughing so hard inside the picture and you remembered getting annoyed at him for not helping you.

“You were so annoying, you literally help them by smashing a raw egg on my head.” Grumbles you as you pinch his thigh. He barks out a laugh, remembering the moment.

“Guys I swear, we are too old for this!” You screamed as you try to run away from your friends who have all sorts of materials to smash on your body. Eggs, whipped cream, flour, baking powder, even oil. It is a tradition for your group of friends to play pranks on each other this way―a tradition since the six of you gathered in high school.

Your group of friends consisting of you, Baekhyun, Wooseok, Minhee, Chanyeol, and Jongdae. With only you and Minhee as the only girls. It sort of just happened, Wooseok joining your table with Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Chanyeol one time―and Minhee as Chanyeol’s girlfriend and soulmate automatically followed along.

You screamed so loud when Baekhyun smashes a raw egg on top of your head, making you distracted and letting Wooseok pour a bunch of flour on top of you. Jongdae have you on hold now, making Minhee able to draw your face with a blob of whipped cream. And Chanyeol on the sidelines taking video and pictures of it.

The backyard of Chanyeol’s house is messy with all the baking ingredients, and you’re literally coated with it, ready to be baked, said Baekhyun. For some people it might be childish that your group of friends still celebrate birthdays like these, but for you and them, it is a way to create a closer bond.

Feeling absolutely sticky, you decided to leave the guys to clean up the backyard, getting inside Chanyeol’s bathroom to shower with Baekhyun still laughing and trailing behind you.

“I really hate you. You should have been on my side!”

You whine at him, and he laughs even more seeing how messy you are right now. “I am on your side the entire time, see how much flour I get on my skin!”

And he’s right. He had been standing by your side taking hits of the flours too. Both of you ended up showering together, him helping you wash your hair a few times until you’re all clean.

“I did help you to wash up at the end.” Baekhyun grins, tapping your cheek playfully. You just roll your eyes at him.

The rest of the afternoon is spent together inside your childhood home―reminiscing all the things you did together with Baekhyun. You realized there has never been a moment where Baekhyun is not beside you; and you’re lucky that you are going to spend even more time together with him.

Dinner soon comes, you’re now seated beside Baekhyun with your mother in front of you and his mother infront of him. Your dad and him seated on the head side of the dining table. Everyone was just catching up with their lives until your mother noticed a glimmer of the diamond on your ring finger.

“Sweetheart, is there something you want to tell us?” Your mother begins, eyeing your ring with a frown. You just grin shyly at her. Lifting your hand up to show her the diamond ring, everyone―except for Baekhyun―gasp at it, your mother right away takes your hand to inspect the ring.

“Finally Baekhyunnie grows some balls!” Mrs. Byun chirps, getting up from her seat to pepper Baekhyun’s face with kisses. Baekhyun took a glance at you, eyes questioning.

“Wait, how did you guys know?” You couldn’t help but to ask. The room suddenly goes silent, Mrs. Byun stopped her activity and is now only squeezing Baekhyun’s cheeks in her palms. You didn’t get to notice the way your dad and Mr. Byun nervously glance at each other.

“Well, are you not getting married to Baekhyun?” Mr. Byun asked, head tilted to the side. His eyes directly look at Baekhyun’s.

“We’re getting married.” Baekhyun finally said, eyes glinting in happiness and you nod to confirm his words. Then there is a loud squeal coming from Baekhyun’s mom, going back to peppering his face with kisses. You were just admiring the way Baekhyun’s mother still babied him until your father brings you to a tight hug and swings you around. Making you squeal in happiness.

“I’m so happy for you!” Your father said, following with your mother who is now hugging you, you know she was crying and it makes you tear up too. Out of every person you know in your life - it is your mother who knows how much you wanted to get married to a person that loves you, and Baekhyun is that person.

After the emotional moment and many hugs exchanged between everyone, dinner actually continues. But this time, your mother and Baekhyun’s are excitedly planning for the wedding. It really does bring a smile to your face. You are way too content with where your life is heading to, and you know your partner feels the same way.

“We’re getting married!” This time, you proudly informed your friends about your status. Baekhyun is seated next to you with his arm resting on your chair, smiling proudly at you. Your group of friends just stare, then shrug their shoulders. Minhee only smiling knowingly. You squinted at their reaction confused how calmly they are taking the situation.

“Why are you all not being dramatic?” You asked out of curiosity.

Chanyeol just snorted, shrugging his shoulder one more time. “It’s about time.”

Jinhyuk just smiles, his eyes looking back and forth between you and Baekhyun. He then began to speak.

“I have only joined this group of friends for a few months; but I can see the both of you spending a married life together. There’s that.”

Baekhyun looked at him and nodded right away. Moving his hand to take yours; showing your group of friends the ring. Wooseok snorted at that.

“You really have to choose the ring she wanted to have.”

You just laugh it off. Loving the way there is no awkward tension between you and your ex boyfriend who had been together with you for years.

The dinner together with the group goes so smoothly, there’s nothing changes between you, Baekhyun, and the others. It definitely feels like your marriage with Baekhyun is something that is bound to happen.

“Sweetheart, where are you?” Baekhyun asked through the phone, it seemed like he was walking down the busy road as his voice could barely be heard.

“I’m at the boutique with Minhee. We’re choosing the dress for the bridesmaids.” You adjust your phone slightly, having it pressed in between your ear and your shoulders. Baekhyun just hums, not saying anything―it was common for him to call you and not hang up as he walks down the busy road to his destination, so you busy yourself with looking through the dresses that are hanging.

Suddenly the call was cut off, making you wonder why but you didn’t question him. He might be busy, and you understand that. After all, you have to take three days off from work to have the time to choose for your dress and your bridesmaids’ dresses. Time does fly too fast as it is already four months to the wedding. Two after Baekhyun’s proposal.

The wedding both you and Baekhyun envisioned are nothing grand. Deciding the option to have a small wedding reception in a garden. Baekhyun is not picky with anything, but he does have his own opinion towards certain things. Like how the decoration of the venue will be, which flowers should be chosen, et cetera.

Most of the preparations are done, the only thing left is your dress and his suit. For some people, it was taboo to choose a wedding dress with the groom, but for you and Baekhyun, the most important part is each other’s opinion of it. You just smile to yourself, thinking about how excited he was when you said you want him to choose the dress together with you.

You yelped when someone blew on your ear, turning around only to see Baekhyun giving you a toothy grin. His black hair is parted in the middle, as always. You noticed that his tie is a little bit crooked so you decided to fix it for him. He doesn’t usually wear any, so today he must’ve had an important meeting with his higher ups.

“Practicing to be my wife, I see.” He playfully said, looping his arms around your waist.

“Why are you here?” You asked him as you fix his tye, dusting off any dust on his shoulders. He squeezes your waist and leans down to nuzzle his nose to yours. Giving you an eskimo kiss because he couldn’t kiss you just yet.

“I’m nearby. And I just remembered that I wanted to show you something.”

You tilted your head to the side, wondering what it was. Before you could ask him, he already dragged you towards one of the designers of the boutique that happened to be his close friend. He talked with the designer briefly before you were being dragged again without any explanation towards a more private dressing room.

“What is happening, Byun?” Asked you, nudging his arm with your elbow. He just put his index finger on your lips to shush you. “A surprise.” Baekhyun said mischievously and you rolled your eyes at him―as if you getting married to him isn’t surprising enough.

Baekhyun then stands behind you, covering your eyes with his hands and you can feel his breath on your ear as he speaks. “I’m gonna need you to close your eyes, sweetheart.”

Deciding to follow along with his request, you closed your eyes and were able to hear the rustling sound of a curtai being opened. “Now open your eyes,”

He removed his hands off your face, and you slowly open your eyes―adjusting to the suddenly very bright room and you gasped at what greets you. Inside the fitting room, there hung a beautiful wedding dress that you know it was a personal request. The dress is beautiful, with the off-shoulder bardot plunge as the neckline, the end of the sleeves slightly flared, and it's skirt falling to the ground.

You look at Baekhyun―who’s smiling ever so brightly―in disbelief, not knowing how to react that he just took it upon himself to design a dress that has similarities as Aurora’s dress. The only difference is in the color as yours is in the color white.

Baekhyun then nuzzles his nose to your temple before beckoning you to see the detailing of the dress. Once again, you are in awe. There are specks of glitters all over the skirt, with the top having a lace pattern. This dress screams you.

“Thank you.. Baekhyun. This really means a lot.” Finding yourself crying, Baekhyun decides to hug you close to him. His arms are enclosed around you ever so tightly. His nose pressed on top of your head and he took that as an opportunity to smell your shampoo. “You’re welcome, love.”

Time does fly way too fast when you are waiting for something. In the blink of an eye, it is three days before the wedding. Everything is already settled, and you just have to wait for two nights to finally get married with Baekhyun.

Currently, you are laying down on his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat as he caresses your hair with his fingers. Sleepiness enveloping the both of you after a tiring day of making sure the venue and decorations are perfect and also moving in your stuff to his spacious penthouse. It was a mutual decision to move into his two level penthouse because it is spacious enough to start a family. Though there is a plan to invest in a house in three years.

Every single day you spent with Baekhyun, only making you realize how much you love him. In the most romantic sense as possible. And everytime you are near him, you can always feel the little tug of your string, making you hopeful.

“It is in three days, are you excited?” He asked you, his voice is soft and a little bit husky.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

His words really do make you blush―burying your head to his chest. Every single day, the need to kiss him and make love with him grow stronger. At the same time, it was so easy to fall in love with him.

It was to the point that you feel like you are meant to fall in love with him, and him with you. There are many times where his lingering touches on your body makes your heart beat faster than ever; the overflowing love he has for you is making you feel like the both of you really belong to each other. And it was nothing like you ever feel with any of your previous partners.

You feel overwhelming happiness when you are with him, like he is the missing piece of the puzzle you always look for. Everytime you are in his embrace; you know that he fits perfectly with you. When his fingers are linked around yours―you know that he is your one. Despite not having any string linking the both of you.

Maybe this is what you always read on the internet; that there are people whose souls are intertwined without any strings. That love conquers nature and defeats all.

Today is your wedding day, the first thing you do when you wake up is to bid Baekhyun goodbye as your mother told you that it is bad luck to see your groom before the wedding. You just rolled your eyes at her, saying you don’t believe in such and she counters your word by saying well do you not want to surprise Baekhyun with how you look today? that manages to shut you up.

Right now you are talking to your bridesmaids as you get your makeup and hair done. You have requested that you don’t want to do a very heavy makeup and hair styling because the wedding is just a small one that doesn’t require anything too extravagant. Time passes by way too quickly, soon enough you are already done with your makeup and hair and is putting on your dress and doing the last adjustment.

Obviously, you are nervous. Your hands are shaking and you seek for Minhee to calm you down. You never know what you would be if you don’t have Minhee by your side to help you through the wedding preparations. After all, she is your only girl best friend that understands you inside and out.

“I have a surprise for you,” Minhee begins her words, admiring your dress and grins at you playfully. You tilted your head to the side, confused. “What is it?”

“I will only tell you once the wedding is done.”

“But it will be a whole day, Minhee!” You whined at her, lips pursed and she just chuckles, tapping your lips.

“You can wait your whole life to get married to your soulmate, you can wait a little for my surprise.” She winked at you, getting up and dusting her dress off. “Now, I need to prepare. I’ll see you at the altar, babe!”

And after that Minhee took off. But something inside of you is stunned by her words. Getting married to your soulmate? You’re hopeful. Even though part of you wanted Baekhyun to be your soulmate, you know that he probably isn’t and Minhee only saying so because how you always call Baekhyun your other soul.

There’s a knock on the door and you shoot your head up, wondering who it might be. A part of you really want it to be Baekhyun because he is the only one who can make you feel comfortable and less anxious. Turns out it was your father, and you are able to feel tears pricking out on your eyes; getting absolutely emotional at the sight of your father who is ready to walk you down to the altar.

“We still have five minutes.” He sits down next to you, holding your hand tightly. The look he gave you is filled with pride of the fact that you are getting married to a man that is capable of loving you more than your father will ever.

“Dad, I’m nervous.”

“I understand. I was as nervous as you are when I am waiting for your mother in the altar.” His voice is soft, thumb caressing the back of your palm gently.

You were hesitant to tell your father this, but you need to let it off your chest.

“I am just afraid.. What if he is not my soulmate?”

A snort escaped your father’s nose, making you chuckle at his childish behavior. Who snorted when they are in their early 60s? Your father obviously.

“You have nothing to be worried about, sweetheart. Looking at the two of you right now; both of you are too in love to the point that if by accident fate decided to let you meet your soulmate, you will still be with Baekhyun. He is your other soul, anyways, remember that.”

His words leave a big impact for you, it comforts you because you know that you don’t want to spend your life with anyone else but Baekhyun as your partner. Looking up to your father, you gave his cheek a kiss as a thank you. He returns it by giving you a very long hug, and his lips pressed on your forehead.

“Let loose, sweetheart.”

You could hear your father’s voice, and you just whimper because you are filled with nervousness with each step you are taking closer towards your venue. He halts his movement once both of you are standing in front of the door that will lead you to your Baekhyun who is standing on the altar waiting for you to come.

“He loves you. More than anything, all you have to do is to trust me. Remember, he is a part of your soul.” You nod at him, eyes never leaving the door. Once the doors are open, you gasp at the beautiful twinkling lights decorating the venue, complementing the orange and pink hues of the slightly darkening evening sky. But your attention is soon focused on the guy who is standing in front of the altar with his white three piece suit.

Your best friend, the other half of your soul - Byun Baekhyun - is standing there, his black hair is parted in the middle showing a little bit of his forehead, and how his hair is a little on the wet side due to the hair-gel he used. Definitely, breathing gets harder for you as soon as the reality hits you that you are going to marry the person who had been through everything with you.

Byun Baekhyun takes your breath away.

Tears are falling down on your cheeks the closer you get to Baekhyun. The melody of the piano on the background masked every whispering and talking about how beautiful you looked, and the world seemed to be colored in only black and white except for Baekhyun whose eyes are filled with tears and cheeks reddening.

It hits you.

Your life is static. Filled in shades of black ranges to white, but whenever Baekhyun is around you - everything is colorful. Through the years you are alive, you have been in love with him, in love with his presence, in love with his comfort, in love with the person you always rely on, you always call as your other half. And you were too blind to see that he is your one.

There is a faint mumble of your father telling Baekhyun to take care of you to the fullest before he handed your hand to Baekhyun, him intertwining his fingers with yours automatically. He chuckles breathlessly, examining your face that is filled with the droplets of your tears.

“You’re so beautiful, love.” He whispers―wanting only you to hear it. You nod at him as a thank you, squeezing his hand to find comfort.

Then, the ceremony begins.

You definitely have a hard time focusing on what the priest has to say, your focus is only on Baekhyun and Baekhyun only. His vows are a declaration of his undying love for you, the same as yours with your undying love for him.

After exchanging a very emotional I do, that leads to your friends and family cheering so loudly, it finally came.

The moment you have been waiting for, a taste of the truth.

Baekhyun cups your cheek with his left palm gently—and yours are holding to his wrist—, stroking the highest part of your cheek with his thumb as he leans closer, nose nuzzling against yours. “I love you.”

He whispered, his lips brushing against yours before he closed the gap between you and him―fireworks burst inside you as you feel the softness of his lips. He kisses you tenderly, passionately, tasting every inch of your lips and claiming it as his and only his.

The world is spinning, when he pulls away, it is as if time has stopped. The loud “SURPRISE!” that comes from Minhee on your back sounded so faint as you feel like there is something blooming inside you; then a tug. Baekhyun gasps, eyes widening before he shifts his eyes from your face to his hand, seeing a bright red string on his pinky finger connected to yours.

You gasped; too. Your insides are filled with blooming flowers at the realization.

Byun Baekhyun, that you always claim as your other half, is literally your other half. Your soulmate. The person whose red string linked to yours.

And hell breaks loose. You screamed at him, probably ruining a very sweet moment of finding your soulmate.

“YOU ASSHOLE. Why didn’t you kiss me sooner!?”

Everyone barks out a laugh at your first sentence upon finding a soulmate, definitely a rare thing for someone who had found their soulmate to say. Baekhyun only snorted at you.

“How am I supposed to kiss you when I have no desire to?”

“Take that back!”

You shrieked at him, pushing him away that brought out way too many amusements to the ones who attended the wedding.

The celebration then begins.

#10

Walking hand in hand inside your shared penthouse with Baekhyun feels so different when there is a ring on your fingers and his, but what differentiates it most is the fact that you are holding your soulmate’s hand inside a place that you call as home. There are still so many overwhelming feelings of happiness at the fact that Baekhyun is your soulmate.

Even though you are exhausted after a night of celebration you spend dancing and stealing kisses from Baekhyun after the wedding reception, you still find yourself restless. Humming to random tones of happy songs as you remove your makeup. There is shuffling outside the walking closet before Baekhyun appears behind you, his suit carefully tucked inside the laundry basket. You had changed into a more suitable dress for the celebration―a simple sundress with little hearts decorating it and its skirt flaring prettily―he bends down a little, brushing your hair to the side as he presses little kisses on your shoulder blade.

“My soulmate.” He said it in a too affectionate way that made your heart flutter. Deciding to turn to look at him once you are done removing your makeup. His hands travel around your body, slowly undressing you off any particle of clothing until you are truly naked in front of him. Your emotions and soul are laid bare for him and only him.

Baekhyun takes your hand in his, his lips brushing around each fingertip of yours, giving it a more lingering kiss where your engagement and wedding ring located. “My other soul.”

“I finally found you.” You swear he is going to make you melt into a puddle of goo with how affectionate and sweet he is.

With his strong arms wrapped around your waist to hoist you up, lips meeting each other in a slow languid kiss, he walks inside the shower stall. Lips never leaving each other as he tried your best to wash you up. Fingers caressing every inch of your skin in a way to appreciate you.

It would be a lie if you said you didn’t love the way he press kisses on every surface of your skin once you are laid bare on the bed, it would be a lie if you said you never wished for Baekhyun to make love with you. Because it is what you all ever wanted even though you realized it too late.

Praise and declaration of love leaves Baekhyun’s mouth when he pushed himself inside of you, his husky voice making your walls clenching around his shaft, enveloping it with your warmth. You are able to feel every friction that is created with the way his shaft moves in and out your womanhood.

Your moans and his meddling as one in the comfort of your newly found home.

“Can you believe we are soulmates?” Asked you, fingers drawing random shapes on his bare chest.

Both you and Baekhyun are basking in the blooming aftermath of your shared love. He hums, tightening his hold around you.

“I do. In a way, I always feel the tug whenever I am near you. I hate that it took us too long to realize.”

Pressing a kiss on his chest, you then hover on top of him, his shaft twitching inside of you as he hasn’t pulled out after earlier’s activity. “What matters is that we finally find each other, Baekhyun. I love you.”

He grins boyishly at you, slowly leading your hips to move up and down, trying to start another round and you moaned, enjoying his thickness inside of you.

“I love you too, baby.”

[ END & FOR MANY YEARS TO COME ]

#baekhyun scenarios #baekhyun scenario #exosnet #bbh-net #livia writes #baekhyun fic #baekhyun smut

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redhoodieone · 4 years

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Star-Crossed Universe

A/N: Yes!!! I’M BACK!!! This project has been on the back burner for so long and its finally time to upload it on here. I’m not sure what you all will think but hey...it’s fan fiction and everything and anything goes.

Warnings: Language, Humor (bad and good jokes), Sexual Conversations, and an ultimate Team-Up.

Plot: When Y/N is thrown into a mission way out of her league, she, and magician best friend Zatanna must stop strong demonic forces from entering earth through an unknown portal that John Constantine may have opened. With the assistance from the Dark Knight himself, a mysterious 1967 black Impala arrives in Gotham just when things start to go to hell. But who called the Winchesters? Why is there a clairvoyant bond between Y/N and Dean Winchester? And why does Castiel, an angel of the Lord, believe John Constantine isn’t who he says he is? And will Dean wear the Batsuit?

Move over Scooby-Natural because it’s Batman’s turn! The Winchesters join Batman and Y/N (You!) in taking down a villain who isn’t an everyday monster for Supernatural!

Please enjoy and comment! If you want a Part 2, please let me know.

Part 1

I don’t remember a time where tears felt like my own. Of course, it doesn’t help that I’m standing on the ledge when Gotham is down pouring like it always does at night. It shouldn’t be a surprise, really. Gotham is the only city in the US of A that is dark, depressing, manic, and suicidal.

Even Superman refuses to stay here for more than a day.

I’m not any better. The only reason why I’m literally dangling my feet over the edge is because I’m numb.

Numb to feelings.

Numb to pain.

Numb to life.

Bottom line is breakups fucking suck period. Especially if your ex-boyfriend is Bruce Wayne.

And Batman.

I don’t know why I put myself through this. The bitter pain of having to work with someone you love but to know they’ll never love you as much. Maybe this is why I should have never worked with Bruce.

Dick left first and has successfully made a name for himself, Nightwing, in Bludhaven.

Jason comes and goes throughout the months and has his own team of misfits who do good but cause chaos as well.

Even Tim and Damian are working together. They’re training and leading the Titans. The last I heard from them is that they’re doing just fine.

Except me.

Who am I kidding? I can’t compare myself to Bruce’s kids even though I’m closer to Dick’s age than Bruce’s.

Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out between us. Bruce is almost my father’s age, late forties early fifties. And he’s still sexy as fuck; stronger than ever.

And here I am in my early thirties, expecting more than just a wordless promise of something more than casual sex and the uncertainty of the future.

After three months ago, I’m trying desperately hard to not care anymore. The only constant thing in my life is being Night Bat, and I’ll die with only that part of me.

Death.

The one place where everything and nothing hurts anymore.

“Y/N.”

My head jerks to the right side where Zatanna is standing. With her hands on her hips, I can see her blue eyes blinking sadness and guilt. For a beautiful woman like Z, her broken expression is almost tragic enough to make me cry like her.

If my own tears were my own. Maybe my tears are Gotham’s.

“It’s Etrigan. He’s...” Zatanna chokes on her words. She literally holds her neck and tries to stop sobbing. “He’s dead.”

I can feel my eyebrows raise as confusion and disbelief crash over me.

“Dead?” I repeat. I can’t even believe that word is coming from my mouth. Etrigan is tough. Etrigan is a shithead. Etrigan cannot be dead. “How?”

Zatanna shrugs her shoulders as her lips quiver. Seeing her broken up makes me feel like an asshole for not comforting her. So, I stand up and go over to her. Taking her by surprise, I hug her tightly.

She’s my best friend. My sister. My partner in crime whenever we get into bad shit. (Sometimes...maybe).

After Zatanna hugs me, she takes a step back and wipes her tears with her gloved hand.

“He-he was stabbed. I... I don’t know by what but he bled and he was never one to really bleed, you know? I checked everything out and he’s dead. He’s really gone. But it was...a very fucking strange thing. Really,” Zatanna rambles on anxiously. Whenever she cusses, I know she’s angry and stressed out. “Whatever killed him, it’s not from around here. What I sensed near him, it’s not human. It’s not magical. It’s not even Kryptonian or extraterrestrial.”

I swallow hard. “What do you think it is then?”

“Demonic.”

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“Have you contacted John?” I ask. My voice is rough and breathless. I’m busy shoving as much weapons as I can in my backpack, along with a few clothes and a book from Alfred about demonology. He said it was a gift from Constantine himself.

I stare down at my long, silver triple-edged dagger that I found on one of my solo missions in Kansas when Bruce was fighting

“Not in... six months.”

The guilt in her voice makes me turn to glance at her. “Seriously?”

I glance down at my black pants and boots to make sure I’m appropriately and comfortably dressed for tonight. I slip on a red and black checkered flannel over my form fitting black tank top. After rolling up the sleeves to my elbows, I put on my black leather jacket and turn to face Zatanna.

“What, am I supposed to keep in touch with my ex-boyfriend? I thought ex-boyfriends were meant to stay ex-boyfriends, not friends. And besides, you keep in touch with Bruce,” Zatanna responds smugly.

“He’s...a co-worker...that’s-thats different.”

“Bullshit,” Z laughs.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever. I need a drink before we start...” I say, waving my hand up dramatically. “Whatever this is. I think a stop at Lucky’s is what we need.”

“A trip to the bar is what YOU need,” Zatanna replies.

She follows me out of my apartment until we stop in the parking lot where my motorcycle is parked. I don’t see her standing behind me with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised, as I take a seat on my bike and set myself up to ride.

“What?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“I could just you know...poof is there.”

“Yeah, you could like you always do, but I need to ride my baby right now. It’s like, therapy for the low self-esteem, loner, rebels,” I say.

To my surprise, Zatanna nods her head and gives me a small smile. I’m grateful she understands how much riding my motorcycle makes me happy. Makes me breathe. Makes me feel alive.

“I’ll see you there, Y/N/N.”

“See ya, Z.”

And with that, Zatanna poofs for real. Her magic still surprises me. Whenever I see her perform her spells and tricks, I feel like I’m reliving magic shows I saw as a kid that I used to believe were real and powerful.

But to know what Zatanna does is real is still unbelievable sometimes.

And to think we have been best friends for five years now...amazing how time flies by I’m between laughs and heartbreaks.

Revving my bike, I waste no time speeding out of the parking garage and into the streets of Gotham. The rain and wind in my hair sends me chills, as the lights and buildings pass me by so fast that I feel like everything I see is a blur; almost like in a dream-like state.

Lucky’s is just a small country rustic bar outside of Gotham. City people usually don’t go there as the place is purely meant for drifters and stranded loners. I happen to love the bar. If I’m ever feeling down or angry, I always drop by to get drunk or frisky if I’m ever in the mood. Bruce was always disappointed in me for that. He always used to say I’m better than that and I shouldn’t put myself down.

I sometimes think he’d want to say I’m easy, but Bruce is just so complicated sometimes. He can either be a total asshole or be the gentle sweetheart he is. You never know which side you’d see sometimes.

Almost like Two-Face.

Swerving into the mud to park alongside trucks and other bikes, I climb off my motorcycle and glance around the dirt lot. I recognize a few vehicles parked already. A new black Escalade parked closer to the bar is different and catches my attention rather quickly.

I pull my hair back into a ponytail and start my way over to the expensive ass vehicle when suddenly a black car speeds right pass me and parks right next to my bike, sending mud flying to my pants and on my bike! Rage suddenly takes over me. I can feel my blood boil and my jaw clench as several curse words come to mind. I twist around and instead make my way to that motherfucker’s car.

A black 1967 Impala? What a fucking joke.

As if this motherfucker owns this American classic. This self-righteous, prick probably stole it from some old fool or maybe his own old man.

I’m ready to break this douchebag’s face. Knock all his teeth out and break his cock into two…maybe three pieces.

I finally reach the driver’s door and quickly open it; door swinging back. This must piss off the man a lot, but I don’t care right now.

“Look, you motherfucker! You think you can just drive like a bat out of hell and get fucking mud on MY baby?! Get out of this fucking car so I can break you apart with my bare hands!” I yell angrily and loudly.

The man climbs out of his car, but my anger suddenly vanishes. What the hell?

Holy fucking shit…this man is…hot.

Standing at 6’1, this man is almost intimidating. With short brown hair, tan skin, hypnotizing green eyes, and freckles splattered over his nose and cheeks, he’s fucking adorable…and sexy. I can’t help but stare up at him.

He smirks down at me. Underneath his dark jacket, he’s wearing a flannel shirt and black Henley, where I can already see his strong chest, muscled arms, and soft tummy.

“Looks like sweetheart likes what she sees, Sammy. I’d say we made the right choice for coming out to Gotham,” the man speaks smugly. His voice is deep and husky, more addicting than any liquor inside the bar.

Another man comes over to us from around from the car. This man, I’m assuming his Sammy, is FUCKING TALLER than the hot one in front of me!

Sammy chuckles lightly at me. Pushing his longer brown hair from his face, he quickly reaches out to shake my hand.

“Hi, I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean.”

The second those words leave his mouth; we hear someone quickly approaching us. Zatanna. And from the looks of theirs, they’re shocked and surprised to see my friend in her usual, sexy magician number.

Zatanna smiles, nonetheless. “Well, if it isn’t the Winchesters. We’ve been expecting you.”

#dc comics #batman #supernatural #bruce wayne #dean winchester #sam winchester #zatanna #batman x y/n #dean winchester x y/n

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Best Part of Me - Chapter 4

Warnings: none

Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @thunderintheshadows, @innerpaperexpertcloud

While it is a more peaceful existence, it is often a lonelier one. The safety and security of seclusion at times feeling like isolation. Their property…their home itself…is beautiful beyond anything she could have imagined; surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature, the dense and lush woodlands and the pristine beach and majesty of the ocean. Aside from the noise and activity of their own residence, they are very much shut off from the rest of the world; two hundred yards from their closest neighbour, tucked at the very end of a three kilometer stretch of recently paved road. Weeks can pass by before she even sees another human being, let alone speaks to them. There’d been scares and complications during the last three months of her final pregnancy and she’d had to relegate herself to living the life of a ‘shut in’ for the sake of both her health and that of her unborn daughter; never leaving the property aside from specialist appointments. Addie had been an incredibly determined little girl; wanting to make her debut long before it was safe for her to do so. It had been nothing short of a miracle when the doctors had managed to tide things over until week thirty-four, and everyone that had been providing care had thought she’d been in the NICU for the long haul. Only for her to prove them all wrong; being released after only a week and a half.

A fighter. All five pounds, ten ounces of her.

Normally Esme would spend the first part of her morning -after the older kids had been shipped off to school- on the beach; Addie in the carrier strapped to her body, Declan toddling along beside them, allowing him to stop every so often to splash and stomp in the water or play in the sand. Today they walk the road instead, Mac’s leash secured around her waist, one hand pushing the baby in her stroller, the other tightly gripping Declan by the wrist. He is quick and has no fear and won’t think twice about bolting into the woods or onto someone else’s property.

The pavement is hot but comfortable against their bare feet. It was one of the things that she had found so unusual at about Australia at first; no one ever seemed to wear shoes unless going into businesses, and even then, occasionally footwear would be noticeably absent. It is one of the charming ‘quirks’, going hand in hand with their laid-back natures and accents and hilarious slang words. An entirely different way of life; a refreshing and welcoming change of pace. Everyone seeming much more relaxed and calmer. Friendly. Always willing to help one another out, whether friends or strangers. And while Colorado had been lovely in its own right, it often felt too ‘fast.’ That life was constantly hectic, barely given you a chance to catch your breath, never mind admire your surroundings. Everything about Australia is incredible to her; the scenery, the people, the way you just take time to enjoy everyone and everything around you.

But it is still lonely at times. Outside of her own family, she doesn’t really have a life; no relatives that can visit, no friends to talk to or hang out with. It has been that way for years; long before she’d ever met Tyler. Once her first marriage had disintegrated, she’d begun the long and arduous journey of ‘rediscovery;’ more than content with the job she had, jumping from place to place, and living out of suitcases, never forming bonds, or putting down roots. She’s older now though; almost thirty-six. And lately she’s found herself craving more. She had thought that she was perfect content with just being a wife and a mother, but her heart has begun to yearn for something extra. Mom friends that she can talk to whether it be face to face or through a text, other women she could have lunch dates and engage in ‘girl talk’ with. Needing to be more than that someone’s spouse. Someone’s mother. Needing…wanting… to exist outside of the comforts of those two realms.

And she feels guilty for that. As if she’s taking every thing she already has for granted. That she is makes her selfish for wanting more and she should just be happy with the way her life already is. She has a lot more than a lot of women in the world: a supportive, loving, and helpful husband, five beautiful and amazing kids. Shouldn’t that be enough?

****

It is a beautiful morning. Brilliant sunshine, the sky a vivid shade of blue and cluttered with enormous, pure white clouds. The temperature is always cooler where they are; a few to several degrees lower thanks to the abundance of trees and the winds that roll in off the ocean. And she is comfortable in a pair of tattered and weather jean shorts and a hoodie over her t-shirt, one of her husband’s ball caps pulled low over her eyes. It’s become a habit that she wishes she could break herself of; a hat used more for disguise than a cute accessory or protection from the sun. That paranoia still lingers; that there could always be someone out there watching, hell bent on revenge and looking for the perfect opportunity to enforce it.

The walk is slow going; Declan routinely stopping to investigate things, whether it be rocks and sticks he finds particularly interesting, or wildlife that lingers at the tree line that he wants to watch. He is infinitely curious about the world around him, noticing everything and anything, big or small. He hasn’t met and animal or person he hasn’t liked, and vice vera. Out of the five, he’s the ‘charming’ one; able to melt hearts with those striking blue eyes and mischievous smile. Extremely affectionate and loving to everyone he meets, even old ladies in the grocery store who always seem to be enamoured by the thick red hair and the outrageously long eyelashes. While Esme may be biased -as all mothers are- he is just damn cute. A sweet little personality to go along with an even sweeter face. And she can’t resist pausing to take pictures of him with her phone; so adorable in his backwards baseball hat, loose tendrils of hair sticking out at the ears.

She sends one of the photos -of Declan holding a baby garter snake and flashing that trademark smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes (his father’s smile)- to her husband’s cell, along with a text that reads: see what cute babies you make?

The house closest to them has been up for sale for three months; a one-story white stucco place with elaborate Japanese inspired front gardens and an interlocking brick driveway. The property itself is much smaller that what they own, but no less stunning. She notices that not only has the ‘for sale’ sign been taken down, but there’s a bright blue Suzuki hatch back in the driveway; tailgate up, surrounded by boxes being unloaded by the home’s new owner. A tall, statuesque blond with vibrant pink, purple, and aquamarine highlights in her shoulder length tresses. And she watches -albeit briefly- as the woman continues to remove items from the back of the car. The couple that had lived there before had been in their eighties and absolutely hated kids and would complain about Millie and the twins ‘running wild and unsupervised’ in the road despite the fact that their father would have been less than ten feet away. Never directing the complaints to Tyler himself, but waiting until they’d see him leave and then knock on the door to confront her. So it’s nice to see someone younger. That hopefully won’t be such a miserable asshole.

The front door of the house has been left open and a pug comes waddling out; immediately noticing them at the end of the driveway, which starts off a round of barking from both the smaller dog and Mac and absolute excitement from Declan who begins repeatedly shrieking ‘oggie!’ and tries to yank his wrist out of her grasp. He’s incredibly strong for a little guy; heavy, solid, and powerful. And Mac -still barking yet thankfully not bolting- parks himself right in front of the toddler to block his path.

The woman in the driveway smiles and waves to them in greeting, and that’s when Esme makes the ultimate mistake; letting go of her son’s hand to wave back. He seizes the opportunity; taking off up the driveway the second he feels his mother’s grasp release.

“Oh my god Declan! Get back here!” she bellows, and unleashes Mac from around her waist, allowing the dog to chase after him. At the most he’ll grab the toddler by the back of the shirt or knock him to the ground. He’s done it before with each one of the kids; showing an incredible instinct -and with no training- to protect the little humans. “Declan William!” she hollers as she hurries after him and the dog. The latter now making friends with the initially startled pug; the new homeowner scooping Declan up and settling him on her hip.

“Well hey there cutie,” the blond gushes, gently taking hold of his hands as he tries to tear the unique and colourful glasses off her face. “Who are you?”

“This is Declan,” Esme responds. “And he’s not usually this much of a shit head, I swear.”

“You’re just a curious little man, aren’t you! You just wanted to come and meet Stan-Lee. Here, let me introduce you…” their new neighbour drops down to one knee and places Declan on her thigh, taking his hand in hers and then running it over the pug’s fur. The toddler giggling with the dog licks at his hand. “See that? He likes you already! He loves to meet new friends. Especially little ones.”

“I am so sorry,” Esme can feel the blush in her cheeks. “I’m usually not that stupid. Letting him get away like that. Especially on the road. Although no one but us ever comes down this far. We used to get people that would speed down here and park on our property to get into the woods. But we own all that, so my husband went out and scared the crap out of them with a hunting rifle and they never came back. You must think I’m a shitty parent.”

The blond waves off the mere suggestion. “Not at all. They get away sometimes. No matter how hard we try to stop them. Not to mention he’s crazy strong! Two? Two and a half?”

“Seventeen months. I know. He’s absurdly tall. But so is his dad. I am sorry he ran over like that. Bothering you and your dog and…”

“It’s no bother. Honest. I’m Salena,” she offers a hand, and Esme accepts it warmly.

“I’m Esme. And that’s Mac,” she nods at the German Shepherd as he playfights with the pug. “It’s actually Macaroni. Don’t ask. My son named him. And this is Adeline,” she gestures to the stroller. “Be we call her Addie.”

“Is this your little sister?” Salena speaks to Declan as she places him on the ground and takes him by the hand, leading him to the stroller. “How about you show me your little sister. I bet she’s a cutie, just like you. May I?” she asks Esme, taking hold of the corner of the blanket that covers the buggy.

“Of course.”

She peels the blanket back, then places a hand over her chest. “Oh my gracious! Look at you, pretty girl! Aren’t you just a darling! You’re just new.”

“Very new,” Esme confirms. “Only two weeks.”

“And you already look like that?” Salena looks over the top rim of her glasses as she eyes Esme from head to toe.

“Please! The clothes hide everything, trust me. I’m huge. And I feel gross.”

“You’re crazy! You look amazing. Are these your only two?”

“No. There’s three more,” she says, and the neighbour’s eyes widen. “Five-year-old twin boys and a soon to be six-year-old daughter. I know,’ she laughs. “I’m crazy.”

“I just can’t believe that body’s had five kids. Five’s the limit?”

“Four was the original limit but by husband wanted one more. I don’t know who is more insane. Me or him.”

“Well if these two are as beautiful as they are, I can only imagine what the other three look like. The red hair comes from your husband?”

“His mother. Declan’s the only one with it. The other three are blond. Or light brown. Whatever you want to call it. And the last one is all me. Which I feel I deserved after having four that look and act exactly like their father. All that work and getting fat and I don’t get one that looks like me? That is some bullshit.”

“Would you like to come in?” Salena inquires, nodding towards the house. “I have a breakfast casserole in the oven, and it is way too much for just one person, even with leftovers.”

“We shouldn’t. We were just on a walk before lunch and we don’t want to impose or…”

“You won’t be imposing at all. We can sit out back and chat some more. You’re the first person I’ve met since moving to Cookstown. I was staying a hotel right in town while waiting for the house to close. It would be nice to have a friend that’s close by.”

It’s tempting, and as much as she loves the idea of having a friend…especially a neighbour…she knows Tyler will be hesitant. He’s severely overprotective. Beginning after Dhaka and becoming increasingly worse over the years, hitting its peak after the McMann incident. In his mind, everyone is a possible threat. Including the neighbour with the funky glasses and the colorful hair.

“Just stay for a little while,” the other woman urges. “Just for something to eat and a little chat. I don’t bite. I promise.”

“It’s not that and it’s not you, believe me,” Esme attempts to explain. “This is going to sound really weird, but things went really bad before we moved here and I’m a little…apprehensive…when it comes to new people. It’s not personal. I swear. It’s all my own issues.”

“I promise I am not a serial killer. Just come in and have some lunch and let me spend some more with this cutie pie,” she tickles Declan’s stomach until he’s giggling hysterically and beaming up at her with the utmost adoration. “Just an hour,” she says. “If I bore you or I annoy before then, you can leave. I won’t hold you hostage.”

“Okay,” Esme finally agrees, as Salena scoops Declan up once more and leads the way towards the house.

****

He receives the text message just as he pulls his truck up in front of his father’s new place; a small, cottage style bungalow in a newly established retirement and nursing care community in Port Douglas. It had been bittersweet when he’d eventually found out that the old man had sold the family home. The years there hadn’t all been horrible; there’d been a handful of good memories made between those four walls. That house was the last physical tie that Tyler had had to his mother, and the new owners had bulldozed it with plans on custom build for the lot. The demolition had finally erased all the dark secrets that the place had once held. All the cruel words, all the tears, all the holes in the walls, all the beatings.

Killing the engine, his pulls his cell from the side pocket of his cargos and checks the message. A slow smile spreading across his face when he sees the picture of his youngest son, and the words that his wife had sent afterwards. If there is one thing they excel at, it’s making beautiful children. And the activities that help with the actual creation of them. He texts her back, telling her that they’ve just reached his dad’s place and have two stops afterwards close to home. That he loves her and the kids and will see them soon.

He begins to ask where she is but decides against it. It will only irritate her if she feels as if he’s keeping tabs on her and attempting to control her. She claims he’s overprotective to the point of suffocation, something that the therapist had said they’d touch on in the next session. Why he is the way he is and what he can do to either control it or stop it altogether. Tyler doesn’t necessarily want to be that way; he doesn’t want her to feel as if he’s locking her away in the house and controlling every move she makes. But he’s already come so close to losing her. Twice. And he doesn’t want to take the chance of there being a third time.

So he doesn’t ask. Even though it gnaws at his stomach that she’s out there. Off the property. With two of his kids in tow. Instead he pockets his cell, pulls the keys from the ignition, and then finishes the coffee that sits in one of the cup holders between the front seats.

“How are we going to explain me?” Ovi inquires. “Am I just going to be some guy that you hired or…?”

“He already knows all about you.”

“How much does he know? Or what does he know?”

“Your folks were friends of mine and Esme’s, they died, left us you in their will. Nice and simple. It doesn’t need to be complicated.”

The lying never stops. Not when it comes to the old life. To the old Tyler. But at this stage in the game -with his father not functioning properly in the first place- he doesn’t see the need to burden the old man with the truth. Chances are he’d be extremely pissed and/or disgusted and wouldn’t even remember what he’d been told the next day.

“And you think he believes it?” Ovi asks.

“Mate, I don’t even know if he knows who I am anymore. Chances are he doesn’t even remember I have a wife and kids. Or that I even told him about you already. But if he asks, that’s what we tell him. Got it?”

Ovi nods.

Tyler opens the compartment between their seats and fishes out the extra bottle of anti anxiety meds. It’s always smart to have them on hand; never knowing what situations or environments will bring on an attack. But he can already feel the heaviness in his chest and the dryness in his mouth, and he takes three of the pills and places them under his tongue, waiting for them to full dissolve before putting the bottle in his pocket.

It’s a hell of a way to live. Having to dope yourself up just to be able to get out of the goddamn car.

And he’s plain fucking sick of it.

****

The personal support worker greets them at the front door; a short and stocky Aboriginal woman clad in brightly patterned scrubs and bearing a name tag that identifies her as Maggie. She as kind, almost sad eyes, and a soft, pleasant smile and her grip is deceptively strong when she shakes their hands.

“You must be Trevor,” she addresses him.

“Tyler,” he gently corrects, and removing his sunglasses, hangs them on the neck of his t-shirt.

She offers an apologetic smile. “He told me he was expecting someone named Trevor.”

“Trevor was his brother. My uncle. He died twenty years ago. But I’m Tyler. His son.”

“This happens, you know,” she sighs. “Moment when they can’t remember the people in the present, but they remember the ones from the past. It isn’t personal. It’s just the disease. It’s a cruel thing; what it does to people.”

He nods in agreement, trying to at least appear sympathetic. But he feels nothing. No empathy. No pity. No sorrow that his father is slipping away. No regrets that they’ve let the years go by without even attempting a reconciliation.

“You just moved back, I hear,” Maggie comments, as she leads them from the front foyer and towards the back of the house. “Were you gone long?”

“Five and a half years.”

“That’s a long time to be away from home. What made you come back?”

“I came into some money and I was able to retire early,” Tyler explains. It’s not a total lie; that part did happen. It just wasn’t as easy as he’s making it sound. “My wife and I decided this was the best place to raise our kids.”

“Well I can’t argue with that. Is this them?” Maggie pauses in the hall between the living room and kitchen, nodding at the frame photographs on the wall. “Your kids?”

It’s their school pictures from last year when they’d still been in Telluride. Before they’d ever heard of Michael McMann. And one of Declan when he’d just been a baby; not even crawling or walking yet.

Tyler nods. “They’re a year older now. And we added another. A little girl. Two weeks old.”

Maggie arches an eyebrow. “You’re telling me you have five kids?”

“Yup.”

“Five kids,” she breathes and shakes her head. “Boy, you’re either both brave as hell or you’re both just plain crazy.”

“Maybe both?” Ovi suggests, and then laughs when Tyler directs a playful elbow into his stomach.

“I actually have six kids,” Tyler says. “If we count him,” he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “When he’s not being a smart ass.”

Maggie looks Ovi up and down. “You’re one of his…” she nods at Tyler. “…kids?”

The young man nods.

“And just how does that work? When you look like you do…” she looks at Tyler, then at Ovi. “…and you look like you do.”

“They took me in,” Ovi explains. “Six years ago. After my parents died. It was in my mother’s will. That I was supposed to go to Tyler. So…. here I am.”

“Here he is,” Tyler confirms, and tousles Ovi’s hair. “Congratulations. It’s a boy. All six foot one and two hundred pounds of him.”

“He’s not my father, but he is my dad,” Ovi says. “And that’s good enough for me.”

Maggie gives a slow nod of agreement, and then once again leads the way down the hall. “Your father insisted we put those pictures up as soon as he moved in. He’s extremely proud of his grandkids.”

Tyler doubts it. On both counts.

“He’s having one of his ‘okay’ days,” she says. “Woke up knowing what day is, what month, what year.”

“But thinks his dead brother is going to show up,” Tyler tosses out. And again, nothing. Not even the slightest hint of sadness. The man doesn’t deserve any. Not after the life he’s lived. Not with all the things he’s said and all the things he’s done.

“He may have just screwed the name up,” she suggests. “I mean, you’re his son. He obviously knows your name.”

“I haven’t been his son in a long time,” Tyler says. It doesn’t hurt to admit. It just is what it is. In the same way that Ovi may still bear the Mahajan name, but his father had stopped being a part of his life a long time ago because of his own selfish and evil choices. Just as Tyler’s old man had destroyed their relationship with the use of a belt or a fist or whatever else his father could get his hands on.

“You’ll always be his son,” Maggie’s tone has a scolding tone to it. “He helped give you life.”

“That’s about all he did. He knocked my mum up. That’s it. I know you mean well, but you shouldn’t be lecturing about how things are between him and I. I lived with him. You didn’t. So how about we just cut the chit chat and you mind your own business.”

She holds her hands up un surrender, then nods towards the sliding glass door that leads out onto a small patio. “He’s out there. Likes to sit in the sun and listen to the birds. He’s a very sweet man. Very gentle. Very good to us.”

Tyler gives a derisive snort. It will be a cold day in hell before he acknowledges any of those traits. Because before the old man’s brain started going on him, he was a tyrant. Controlling and manipulative. Drinking far too much. Treating his mother like a slave and then degrading her and beating her if she dared stand up for herself. And when she’d died, all that cruelty and abuse had been turned onto his only child. He could forgive what his father had done to him, but there’s no goddamn way he’d ever forgive him for what he’d done to his mum.

****

His father sits in an old porch swing; frail and sickly looking, a far cry from the man he’d been the last time Tyler had seen him six years ago. When he’d still carried himself with a hint of cockiness and superiority; shoulders still broad, eyes still icy and intimidating. He’s a shell of his former self, and Tyler almost hates himself for viewing this as a form of karma. That after years of treating people horribly, the old man has been reduced to needing help from complete strangers to perform even the smallest of tasks.

“William, “ Maggie speaks from the doorway. “You have company. Your son and your...” she looks at Ovi for clarification as to just who he is.

“Grandson,” Tyler finishes for her.

“Your son and your grandson are here,” she continues. “They’ve come to visit.”

Tyler gives her a small, appreciative smile and then waits until she steps back into the house and shuts the door before turning to Ovi. “Why don’t you go and find that list he supposedly made of the things we need to fix. Probably on the fridge or the kitchen table or...”

“TV,” his father speaks up. “It’s by the TV.”

Tyler smirks. “Go check there. See what you can do on your own. I’ll be in in a few.”

Ovi nods, then gives a nervous smile and a small wave when he notices Tyler’s father watching him, a puzzled look on his face.

“Go on,” Tyler encourages. “I need a few minutes here.”

“Okay,” Ovi agrees, and slips back into the house.

“Hey dad,” Tyler greets, as he grabs one of the patio chairs and places it facing the swing, sighing heavily as he sinks down into it. “You know who I am right?”

His father nods, then leans forward and takes a hold of Tyler’s chin, turning his face to one side, then the other. “They let you keep that fur in the army?”

“I’m not in the army anymore. I haven’t been in it for a long time.”

“The war is over? They sent you home? From Afghanistan?”

“I was in Afghanistan sixteen years ago. The war’s been over for a while. That one at least.”

“So you’re home now?”

Tyler nods.

“I don’t know if I have enough room here for you. There’s not a lot of space. I had to get rid of the old place and downsize and...”

“Dad, I have my own place to live. In Cookstown. With my wife and my kids.”

He looks puzzled. “You have more than one now? When did that happen? Wasn’t Sarah just getting ready to have Austin?”

Tyler sighs and runs a hand through his hair, then over his face. “Sarah and I haven’t been together in a long time. Since Austin died. That’s almost sixteen years ago now.”

His father cocks his head to the side, confusion in his eyes and lining his face. “It is?”

“I got married again. You were at the wedding. In Sydney. Same little place you and mum got married at. Near the opera house.”

“Tiny little dark haired thing?”

“Esme. You made a joke about her having a weird name.”

“Esme...Esme...” his eyes squint as he tries to remember. “...cute wee thing. I like her. She’s a sweetheart. You’re still married to her?”

“Six years and counting. She’s still putting up with me somehow. Do you remember meeting your granddaughter? Amelia? I brought her to the old house.”

His father nods.

“She’s going to be six in a couple months. I’ve also got twin boys that just turned five. Tyler and Tanner and another boy that’s seventeen months, Declan. And we just had another baby two weeks ago. A little girl. Adeline.”

The old man smiles. “Your mother’s name.”

“We call her Addie for short.”

“That’s nice. Real nice. That you named her after your mother. She loved you so much, you know. Your mother. You were her pride and joy. The light of her life. I’d never seen her so as happy as she was the day you were born. She was a good mom to you. A real good mom.”

“Yeah....” Tyler clears his throat noisily, trying to rid himself of the lump of emotion that sits squarely in his windpipe. “...she was.”

“She’s a good mom? Your wife?”

“She’s an incredible mom. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother for my kids. Or for a better woman to give me children.”

“Six years?” his father asks. That you’ve been together?”

“Six years and a couple of months,” Tyler confirms. “I haven’t screwed this one up. Not yet, anyway.”

“Must be a good woman. A strong woman. To put up with the likes of you. You’ve always been a handful.” It isn’t said with malice; there’s a soft smile curving the old man’s lips.

“She keeps hanging in there. Keeps giving me another chance every time I screw up. Which has been a lot, unfortunately. But she never gives up on us. On me.”

“Don’t let her get away. You’ll regret it if you do. And treat her right. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. You’re better than that. You always have been. You’re better than me. Thank Christ.”

“Well I guess that’s one thing I do have to thank you for,” Tyler muses. “Showing me how not to be.”

“And you’re back home? In Australia?”

“We were in Colorado. We just move back six months ago. We should get you out to the house. You’d love it. It’s right on the beach. Awesome spot. And you’d get to see Amelia again. And meet your other grandkids.”

His father smiles. “I’d like that.”

“Maybe for Amelia’s birthday,” Tyler suggests, and then stares down at his hands; palms up, studying all the callouses and scars that years on the job have left behind.

There’s so much he wants to say. Things that he needs to get off his chest in regard to the nightmare that he’d lived through growing up. He wants to punish his father; make him feel even the slightest bit of regret and remorse for all the things he’s said and done.

But he doesn’t. Because whatever he says will never come close to the torment that’s always taking place in father’s broken mind.

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Wallbanger (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: Reader moves to a new apartment in London and she finds out that her neighbour is very sexually active. Thanks to the paper-thin walls and the banging on the wall.

Wordcount: 2706

Warnings: smut but not exactly, humor, thoughts about having sex… bad writing?

A/N: I’m so sorry if there are any mistakes. English is not my first language.

Also tumblr is not letting me tag some of you, I’m so sorry about it.

Chapter One | Chapter Three

“Oh, God.”

Thump.

“Oh, God.”

Thump. Thump.

You moaned at the strength of his thrusts, hitting your soft spot. He stared down at your face, your bouncing boobs, and your blissed-out expression. The sight made him even harder. He smirked and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. You moaned again as he increased the speed of his hips.

“Roger–” you cried out.

“You should hold on tight for this, love.” he put your hands above your head on the headboard.

Roger rocked into you harder and deeper this time. God, he was so deep! You shirked as he hit your sweet spot.

“That’s the spot, right?” he rolled his hips and you moaned again.

“Yes! Roger, fuck!” you screamed again. Roger smirked devilishly and leaned down to kiss your neck.

Suddenly everything changed. You woke up, arms over your head, hands gripping the headboard. It was a dream, but it was so realistic!

You sat up and noticed that your pyjamas drenched with sweat. Your hair was drenched with sweat too.

It’s been three days since you met Roger in the hallway. Ever since that midnight encounter, you couldn’t stop dreaming about him. And the dreams weren’t innocent at all.

You didn’t want to dream about him, even though he was attractive as hell and had a sex appeal. In any other circumstances, you would sleep with him in a heartbeat. In any other circumstances where he’s not banging your wall almost every night.

You inhaled the smell of fresh coffee. After pouring it in the coffee you left it on the counter.

Roger fucking you on the counter.

Over the counter.

You slapped yourself in the face. What the hell was happening to you? You were stronger than this. You weren’t that desperate.

Just think about something nice, you told yourself.

Riding a bike… riding Roger.

Ice creams… giving Roger a blowjob.

Cute puppy dogs… Roger fucking you doggy style.

You shook your head and slapped yourself once more. You were as mortified as the night you met him. The memories came back to you.

When you finally stopped looking at his still hard member under the sheet, you spoke.

“Do you have any idea how loud you are in there?” you pointed into the apartment, “I need to sleep! I’ll go inside if I listen to one more second of you and your banging!”

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad. These are pretty thick.” he said and grinned.

You huffed out a breath. This guy was getting into your nerves, “Excuse me? Pretty thick? There’s only one thing thick here and I can assure you that’s your head, not the wall. I can hear everything and I had enough! This thing ends now!” you yelled, face burning with anger.

“Hey, what I do in my home is my business. I’m sorry I disturbed you but you can’t come in the middle of the night and say what I can do and can’t do. Do you see me coming and banging at your door in the middle of the night?” he replied.

“No, you’re banging my wall. We share a bedroom wall.”

“You can hear me but still I can’t hear you. Lemme guess there’s no banging on your side of the right, am I right, love?” Roger smirked and licked his lips as he eyes you up and down.

You remembered what you were wearing. A pink nightie. You folded your arms and watched him. He was checking you out shamelessly.

When Roger’s baby blue eyes met yours, he winked and murmured, “Nice nightie, love.”

That was enough for you to scream in anger and slam your apartment door. But you heard him laughing loudly in the hallway.

You hadn’t seen him since that night.

Thirty minutes later you were slipping on your shoes, Socks was sitting on the windowsill and watching the street, he was still grumpy about your screaming which woke him up.

“Bye, bye Socks, see you tonight!” he turned and looked at you angrily, “I’m so sorry about screaming this morning.”

He turned his gaze to the window. You shook your head and opened the door, after making sure that Roger wasn’t in the hall, you stepped out. Then phone ringing echoed though the apartment. You groaned but closed the door to receive the call.

“Yes.”

“Y/N!” Freddie screamed your name. He was super excited.

You laughed and answered, “Yes, Freddie.”

“Would you like to come to the party I’m organizing?”

“That’s why you called me at… 8:25 in the morning,” you asked. You have to leave now or you’ll be late to work. “to invite me to your party?”

“Yes! Come on, darling, there will be free drinks maybe weed too,“ you laughed at this. Freddie knew you weren’t into the weed, actually you weren’t into the party’s he’d been organizing, “I’ll introduce you to the boys.”

“Wow, that’s your way of luring me to the party then. You’re going to introduce me to the other members of Queen?”

“Is it working?” Freddie murmured.

After thinking for a few seconds you gave in, “Okay I will come to the party.”

Freddie let out a shriek of happiness, “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious, Freddie.”

“You’re the best, darling! The party is tonight, at 8 pm., at my place. Feel free to bring your two best friends. The more the merrier!”

“Wait, Freddie!” but it was too late, he’d ended the call. You looked at the phone then at the clock on the wall. 8:35. “Shit!” you cursed and stormed out of the apartment.

***

“You don’t have a crush on him, right?” Veronica asked as you walked into the room.

You shot her an angry glance, “I don’t have a crush on him. He’s an asshole.”

“We believe you, Y/N.” Chrissie said and petted Socks. But they both had that expression on. Which meant trouble. You shrugged it off and picked up your high heeled sandals. “How many dreams you had about him?” Chrissie added.

Veronica cursed, Chrissie squealed and added, “You did! You dreamed about him!”

You closed your eyes and turned to see them, “God, help me! Yes, I did, you happy now?”

Veronica’s mouth was open in shock, “You seriously have a crush on him.”

“Can we leave now?”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

The car ride to Freddie’s home wasn’t uneventful like you’d hoped. As soon as you and the girls jumped in the taxi they renewed their interrogation.

“He is cute, isn’t he?” asked Veronica.

You groaned and pressed your palms over your eyes, “Fuck yes! But he’s an asshole and I don’t want to be part of his harem.”

That caught driver’s attention, he looked at you through the rearview mirror.

“Harem?” Chrissie asked.

“Yes, harem, Chrissie.” you murmured and instructed the driver to keep his eyes on the road.

“Tell us about the naughty dreams, sweetie,” Veronica uttered excitedly.

“Fuck. The dreams are good, almost too good. But he’s an asshole.” you exclaimed

“We know. You keep saying that.” Chrissie added looking at you.

“Because that’s the truth!”

Veronica laughed at your outburst but collected herself when you looked at her angrily, “Sorry but you’re definitely into someone who’s an asshole, Y/N.”

You folded your arms over your chest and whispered, “I know.”

“Why didn’t Freddie warn you about this guy?” Chrissie questioned.

“Because he wasn’t living in the apartment, some old lady was living,” you informed them.

Veronica and Chrissie nodded and shared a look. They had more questions but neither of them said anything.

***

The taxi stopped in front of Freddie’s house. We walked to the open front door and walked in. You refused to let that asshole to ruin your night. You were with your two best friends about to meet your other best friend and the members of the greatest band ever!

Freddie caught the sight of three of you across from him but he wasn’t alone. Two men were with him. One of them was tall, like really tall, he also had shoulder-length curly hair. The other man was a bit taller than Freddie. He had short curly hair and a shy smile.

Freddie approached you with a smile plastered on his lips. He hugged you all.

“Look at three of you!” he said happily and pulled you and the girls towards the two men he’d been chatting with. “Come on girls, I will introduce you three to the Queen!”

You and the girls were in front of the other two boys as Freddie started the introductions. “This is Y/N,” he said and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You smiled. “This is Chrissie and Veronica,” he wrapped both arms around them too, “and girls those two are Brian,” he pointed at the man with the long curly hair,

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Brian said and shook your hands.

“And John,” Freddie added.

John awkwardly waved his hand and muttered, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

Veronica breathed in sharply when her gaze met John’s. You tried to stifle a laugh. Soon all six of you were involved in a friendly conversation. Everything was going smoothly; Freddie was disappearing to greet his other guests then reappearing again. In his third reappearance he asked:

“Where is the Blondie?”

“Blondie?” you asked, confused.

“There he is! Hey, Blondie, get your ass here and meet those lovely ladies!”

“I’m coming!” you heard a voice behind you, which was very familiar. You turned around to see who Freddie was inviting.

First, you saw his blue eyes, then his blue shirt which was halfway open and finally his messy blond hair. Your eyes widened when you realized who was in front of you.

“Fucking Wallbanger,” you hissed.

“Fucking Pink Nightie Girl,” he hissed back. His grin disappearing from his face.

The six people behind us were silent. They looked from you back to Roger and then back to you.

“That’s Wallbanger?” Veronica said, nodding to Roger.

“Wait for a second, that’s Pink Nightie Girl?” Brian laughed, John and Freddie snorted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you yelled, this couldn’t be happing but unfortunately it was happening, “Are you serious? Pink Nightie Girl?” you were beyond furious. The man who had caused you sleepless nights and constant banging were in front of you and he was smirking.

You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Maybe with a punch. But why was he there? Your gaze fell on Freddie.

“Y/N, I had no idea that you knew Roger. What a small world.” He smiled and clapped his hands together.

You chuckled dryly, “Yes, I know him. I know him too well actually. He’s my nosy neighbor. Roger the Wallbanger.”

Freddie’s eyes widened, “No fucking way!” he looked between you and Roger, “Roger is the Wallbanger and Y/N is the Pink Nightie Girl?”

Roger winked at you. You clenched your fists ready to attack him but Chrissie and Brian held you back.

Roger was about to say something but you yanked yourself from your capturers, shouted and pointed him, “Oh for fuck’s sake! You’re coming with me now, asshole.”

You grabbed him by his arm and led him outside, away from the party.

“Jesus, who knew that you were that desperate to sleep with me.”

“In your dreams, asshole.” you answered when you both stopped and faces met. “How dare you tell everyone about me? Calling me Pink Nightie Girl?”

“I could ask you the same question. Why your friends are calling me Wallbanger? What happens in my apartment is my problem.” he hissed back.

“Why you have to be such a manwhore and an asshole,” you asked, face inches from his. His breath was on your lips and cheeks.

“Why you have to be such a cockblocker,” Roger whispered. His gaze fell on your lips then returned to your eyes.

When you opened your mouth to tell him something sarcastic, Roger kissed you.

Your eyes widened. His blue eyes were on yours. After a few seconds when the shock from his act passed you pushed him away and you slapped his right cheek.

Roger was shocked but then you did something that shocked you too. You grabbed his half-open blue shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him. This time both of you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling.

The drummer wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you to the concrete fence so your back was touching it.

When Roger bit your bottom lip, you broke the kiss and push him away for the second time this night. Roger let out a moan which you heard.

“This never happened, understood?”

“Whatever you say.” he held his hands up defensively and smirked.

You huffed out and started walking away but turned to face him, “And stop calling me Pink Nightie Girl.”

“That’s your nickname, love until I see your other nighties.” he shot back as you started walking away.

You tripped and almost fell. He laughed loudly. His eyes checked you out as you walked away.

“And stop checking out my ass.”

***

Freddie, Brian, John, Veronica, and Chrissie laughed as the girls were telling them the story of Roger the Wallbanger.

You groaned at your public humiliation you spun around and walked out of the house, drink still in hand when you saw Roger. You tried to get away but he saw you.

“So I was thinking, we should call a truce, after all, we are neighbors,” Roger said hopefully.

“We can call a truce but I won’t sleep with you,” you answered. “And we will have some rules.”

Roger sipped his drink and looked at you expectedly. “Shoot.”

“I don’t care what you do during the day but I need to sleep. So please, let’s keep the sounds to a minimum when it’s dark.”

He agreed and sipped his drink once more and held out his hand, “Friends?”

You took it and shook it slightly. “Friends.” After drinking your cocktail, you muttered, “It’s late, I should go home.”

“Let me…” Roger rubbed back of his neck, “Let me take you home, we’re living in the same building.”

You didn’t know why but you agreed. You told Freddie that you’re going home, he wasn’t that you were leaving too soon. But his expression changed when he found out that Roger was taking you home.

“How do you know Freddie?” he asked curiously.

“I know him thorough his sister Kashmira. I know Freddie since high school.”

“What do you do for a living?” Roger’s eyes were fixated on the road.

“I’m an editor. I edit books, magazine and newspaper articles but mostly books.”

“Wait, you’re that Y/N?” he said, shaking his head, “What a small world.”

“What do you mean that Y/N?” you questioned and turned to face him completely.

“It’s just… Freddie has mentioned you before. And…”

“And?” you wanted him to continue.

Roger took a deep breath and spoke up, “He wanted us to meet…”

“Oh.” you breathed out.

“Yeah.”

The car ride ended too quickly. Now you and Roger were walking up the stairs. You couldn’t help but ask him. “Does Freddie know about the harem?”

Roger rolled his eyes, “Could you stop calling them that. Those two girls are important to me.”

“Whatever you say.” Roger’s eyes find your eyes as you turned around. “How long do you know Freddie?”

“Since college.” you nodded and continued the journey to your apartment.

“I could ask you what you do for a living but I know, you’re the drummer in Queen.”

Roger chuckled and nodded. He liked your sassy attitude.

You both reached the floor with the two apartments. “Well… goodnight, Roger.”

Roger’s heart fluttered as you said his name. He smiled at you. “Goodnight. The truce is still on, right?”

“Yes, it’s still on, unless I hear the banging through the thin walls.” you laughed.

Roger opened his door and turned to you before entering the apartment, “By the way, speaking of thin walls.”

“Yes?”

He thumped his fist on the wall, “Sweet dreams, love.” he winked and disappeared into the apartment.

What was that? Sweet dreams, thumping, and thin walls?

Then it came to you. He’d hear you moaning his name.

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈

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A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

[ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

On January 12, Carol threw a rager that had majority of the junior class in a funk for about a week. Since she was away for New Year’s, Carol wanted to make up for it by throwing a party to celebrate the new school semester. As if anybody was actually excited about going back to classes again.

Kate had helped Carol prepare for the party for at least a week. She endured a painful drive to Carmel, alone with Tina’s older brother - their alcohol supplier. As well as countless hours of babbling from her friends on what to wear and who to be with.

She just wanted this damn party to be over with.

Finally the night had come. Kate arrived at Carol’s at 7:30. Walking into the kitchen, she double-checked that all the drinks were cold, and had back-ups on hand. The music would be continuous all night, due to borrowing Tina’s 6-tape cassette player, and Tommy had come through earlier to set up the three kegs in the backyard.

Tina poured the girls each a shot of vodka. “Jesus Christ Carol, would you lighten up? This is a silly Saturday rager, not the Met Ball.” Kate handed her a cup. “Drink up sister.”

Around 8:00 people began to arrive, and by 9:00 the party was in full swing.

For the first hour, Kate had been on the lookout for her brother. He hadn’t been to a party since Halloween, but she could hardly predict what did anymore, so she didn’t know if he would show up or not. She remained in the kitchen, quietly watching over the alcohol.

Much to her dismay, Tommy had arrived late, and brought Billy with him. “Harrington, what’s happening?” Tommy strode up to her.

She grabbed two beers from the bin beside her, handing them to Tommy. He handed one to Billy before cracking his open. “Nothing much actually.” She flicked the water droplets from her hand onto the boys in front of her.

Tommy pouted. “No boys suiting the princess tonight?”

Kate sighed in annoyance. “Guess not Tommy. Carol's out back waiting for you. She couldn’t get the keg spout to work on the second barrel.”

“Son of a bitch.” Tommy muttered before going out the back door.

Billy stood in front of her, taking a sip from his beer.

A few moments later he followed Tommy.

About a half an hour later Kate had joined the vast majority of the party-goers in the backyard. Billy had began his keg challenge - in which he tried to see if anybody was willing to attempt and beat his very impressive record of forty-two seconds.

Nobody stepped up.

“I’ll give it a go.” Kate’s mouth worked before he brain could react. Her brother had set a record relatively close to Billy’s, so why couldn’t she give it a try?

“Alright, Harrington’s the only one with balls enough to try.” Tommy grinned. “Come here, I’ll lift you up.”

“No. Carol, Tina, can you guys do it?” Kate turned to look at her friends.

The pair stepped away from the crowd with smiles. “We’d be happy to.” Carol spoke.

“Girls support girls.”

Kate stepped up to the keg, placing her hands around the rim. Tina and Carol grabbed her legs and lifted her up. “Time starts now!” Tommy shouted, and the crowd began to count.

“One, two, three.” - What the hell was she doing? She didn’t even like beer.

“Nine, ten, eleven.” - Was she doing this to annoy Billy or to restore the Harrington name?

“Twenty, twenty-one.”

Her eyes darted over to notice Billy intently watching her.

“Twenty-six, twenty-seven.” - His hair looked really nice.

“Thirty.” - Why the hell did she just think that?

“Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six.” - Holy shit.

“Forty, forty-one.” - Just a few more seconds.

“Forty-four.”

She slapped the keg, coughing as the remaining liquid in her mouth spilled out, drenching the front of her shirt. The crowd was cheering. Carol grabbed her arm. “Holy shit, you just beat Hargrove’s record!”

Kate shook her head at her friends. “Never again.” She kicked the barrel. “Never let me do that again.”

She used her sleeve to wipe her chin. Billy walked up to her, holding out his hand. “Congratulations Keg King.”

She shook his hand. “I’ve always wondered what it was like to be king.”

“Would you like a beer to celebrate your victory, your highness?” She dropped her hand, the ground began to shift a little.

“Shush. Stop talking.” She took a few seconds to compose herself before going inside. “No more drinks for me. God, please.” She swatted at the bottle of beer Billy tried to hand her.

He sighed, placing it back in the bin. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked her, helping her to stand up a little straighter against Carol’s cabinets.

“I don’t like you.” She mumbled.

“Okay. That’s okay.” Billy placed an arm around her shoulders and began to lead her out to his car. He helped her into the back seat, and that was the last thing Kate remembered about that night.

The next morning Kate awoke, still in the back seat of Billy’s Camaro, but sans her shirt and shoes. Instead, her upper half was covered with Billy’s denim jacket. In front of her, Billy sat asleep in the drivers seat.

“Holy fuck!” She exclaimed, sitting up.

“What! What?” Billy awoke with a start, turning around to see what the problem was.

“I have no shirt on? Jesus Christ, turn around!” She shouted at him.

He quickly turned back around. “Where is my shirt? Why am I not wearing it? Hargrove you better start fucking talking or I am gong to loose my shit back here!”

“Its up here!” He grabbed her shirt from the dashboard and tossed it back at her.

She began to re-dress. “Why was I not wearing it?” She poked his shoulder. “You can look now.”

“You spilled beer all over it last night. When you beat me at the keg-stand. Do you remember anything?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god, did we sleep together? Please tell me we didn’t sleep together.” She buried her face in her hands.

“No. No we didn’t sleep together, you passed out in the back seat after I took your wet shirt off you.” He paused. “Wait, why are you so worried about having potentially slept with me?”

Her face dropped. “You’re an asshole.”

“So are you!”

“Excuse me?”

“You punched me in the face! You stabbed me in the neck with a needle! What do you mean you aren’t an asshole?”

Kate had to stop for a second before responding. She almost laughed. Here she was at 7AM, in the back of Billy Hargrove’s car, arguing with him. And he wasn’t acting like a total dick? Was it all a front?

“You’re right, you’re right. I did in fact punch you in the face.”

“…And stab me in the neck with a needle!”

“With good reason!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! You kicked my brother’s ass. You knocked him out! So we’re even.”

“Even?”

“Yes, even.”

“Not even, not even close.”

She grabbed her shoes from the floor and climbed into the passenger seat. “Can you please just take me home?”

Billy begrudgingly drove Kate to the end of her street. “Hey Harrington. I know a way you could even the score.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Go on a date with me.” Billy grinned.

“Oh you’ve got to be joking.” She placed her hand on the door handle. But Billy clicked the lock.

“Not joking.”

Kate sighed. “Fine. Fine! Tomorrow night, I will meet you at the end of your street at seven thirty, and then you can take us some place that nobody will see us. And then we can continue on with our lives.”

“Or not.”

“Hargrove, I swear-“

“Fine. Tomorrow night, seven thirty. It’s a date.”

“Fine.” She stepped out of the car. “Thanks for the ride. See you.”

“See you.” He grinned at her as he sped down the street.

The next night Kate kept her word and met Billy at the end of old Cherry Road at seven thirty. He was waiting in his car, music on full-blast. She smacked the window with her palm. “Open up? It’s freezing out here!”

The door unlocked and she climbed in. “Where to?” She asked.

“Someplace quiet.”

They ended up parking at the top of Satler’s Quarry, the radio on just low enough to be heard. “So….”

“The reason I brought you here is because you told me to take you somewhere nobody would see us.” Billy spoke.

“I thought you would take us somewhere in Carmel or something, not to the quarry!”

“Jesus, are you ever happy?”

Kate scrunched her nose up. “Very seldomly.”

“This can just be an unconventional date. One where we just talk.”

“Just talk? That’s it?” Kate reached over and placed her hand on Billy’s forehead. “You’re not running a fever.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just making sure you aren’t sick or possessed or something. Talking is fine.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to lean her back against the door. “Talk.”

“So tell me about your childhood?”

“Wrong. I have a few questions first.”

Billy rolled his eyes.

“Why do you hate Lucas? Is it because-“

“No, it isn’t because he’s black…”

“Then why do you hate him?”

“I don’t! I don’t hate him.” She cocked her head at him. “When I first got here I sort of hated everybody. I fucking love California, it’s the only place I know. And I didn’t want to move here, Christ, who would want to voluntarily live here?”

“No, I totally agree.”

“So I guess I figured that since I wasn’t happy, Max couldn’t be either… So I don’t hate Lucas. Just the idea of him.”

“Got it. Next question, are you really an asshole or is it all just an act?”

“What?”

“Your whole, persona-“ She motioned to him. “It screams “asshole”. But yesterday morning I think I may have met the real Billy.”

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t really think you’re an asshole, like you just said, you’re unhappy. People do things to piss other people off when they’re unhappy. - You don’t want to be in Hawkins so everybody in Hawkins has to suffer too.” Billy’s eyes traveled to look out the window. “Don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“I’ve got you figured out.” She smirked. “Now. Ask me something.”

Kate and Billy spent their entire date asking questions about each other. And by the end of the night Kate believed she had found the real Billy. Or at least part of the real Billy.

The part of real Billy she had discovered was the complete opposite person she thought he was. The real Billy had a wicked sense of humor, was terrible at flirting, and had admitted that he knew he was a jerk.

Billy had believed that he had actually had a good time. For the first time since moving to Indiana, he had enjoyed spending time with someone.

Billy stopped at the end of Kate’s street. “Want to do this again sometime?” He asked.

Kate inhaled slowly, looking over at Billy. “Sure. Friday night good for you?”

“You’d be okay with missing Andy Wilson’s party?”

“I could honestly not care more about Andy Wilson’s party.”

“Then great, it’s a date.”

[ғᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

Valentine’s day. Lover’s holiday, single’s day of solitude, and just another excuse for Tina to throw a themed party.

It was ten minutes before homeroom, Tina and Carol were following Kate down the crowded hallway towards her locker. As she opened it, a piece paper fell onto the ground.

“Awe, a love-note? From who?” Carol bent over to grab the paper but Kate snatched it before she could see it. “Hey!”

“It’s for me. I get to read it.” She turned her back to the locker and faced her friends. The Valentine was technically not a Valentine at all, but a piece of lined paper. A pencil-drawn heart on the front of it. She unfolded it.

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵-𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧. 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦? - 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘳

Blush crept onto her cheeks. “Harrington, what’s on that note that’s making you blush so much?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

She stuffed the note into the breast pocket of her jean jacket. “Fine, don’t share. Come on.” Tina rolled her eyes and the three girls continued on with their day.

Later that night Kate found Billy at Tina’s party. - Behind the wall that connected the living and dining rooms. “Hey.” He handed her a cup full of liquid. She took a sip. Vodka-cran. Her favorite.

“Thanks for the note by the way.”

“How do you know it was me?”

Kate laughed. “You’re the only person I know that doesn’t know the proper times to capitalize letters.”

Billy touched his bottle to her cup. “I’ll cheers to that.”

“What?”

“You being right. Again.” The pair laughed. “Anybody suspect anything?”

“Nope. Carol and Tina were there when I read it but they didn’t see anything.” She turned around to peek out from behind the wall they were standing behind. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Don’t feel like talking much?”

“Not necessarily.” She smiled up at him.

Billy nodded, leaving the room. Kate waited quietly in her spot. “Yeah I’m not feeling too hot man, I’m gonna head home. See you.”

A few minutes later Kate came from behind the wall. “Hey Tina.” She walked up to her friend, coughing. “I don’t feel good at all. I’ve gotta dip.”

Tina placed her hand on Kate’s cheek. “Well you are a little warm.” She sighed. “Did you want to go upstairs in my room, take a little nap?”

“No!” Kate cleared her throat. “No, I just want to go home.”

“Do you need a ride or-“

“No. No ride, I’m fine Tina, really.” She smiled at her friend. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Kate left Tina’s house and walked to the end of the block, where Billy was waiting for her. “What took so long?” He asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“Tina tried to get me to stay in her room but luckily I got out of that. Her mattress is uncomfortable anyway.” That made Billy chuckle.

“Quarry or the junkyard?”

“Not the junkyard.”

“Quarry it is.”

Billy and Kate drove to the quarry. Where they spent the rest of the night talking - sort of. They used their mouths, it just wasn’t for talking.

[ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

In March things got real. As real as a top-secret relationship, that wasn’t technically labelled a relationship can get.

Kate and Billy had their first fight.

It was a Friday night, and Billy and Kate were going to a bonfire at the old junkyard with the rest of their crew.

Steve was in Indianapolis with their parents, doing a job shadow.

Kate had spent the afternoon and evening at the Wheelers with the kids. The plan was for her to go right from Mike’s to the junkyard, but Max insisted that the boys show her how to properly play through a game of D&D, and now they had been playing for five hours.

The time was getting later and later, and before Kate knew it, it was eleven at night. Hop had picked up El and Will. And Kate realized that she now had no other choice but to stay over at Mike’s with the rest of the crew. She couldn’t possibly leave then, without looking suspicious.

So she accepted her fate, and settled in for the night.

The next morning she managed to slip out before any of the other kids woke up. She biked home, and let herself in the garage door. She went inside and was almost up the stairs before realizing that there was a person in her living room.

“Billy?” Billy was, in fact, sitting on her couch. “…How are you in my house?”

“Where were you yesterday?”

She narrowed her eyes at her. “At Mike’s. I’m not fighting about this.”

“I am.”

She turned to walk upstairs, Billy followed. “Max wanted to learn how to play D&D. Everyone knows my brother isn’t home, and it got so late that if I left they would all be suspicious. That’s it. That’s the story.”

Billy glared at her as she opened her bedroom door. He followed her inside, sitting down on her bed.

“And once again, how did you get into my damn house?”

“You left the sliding door unlocked.”

She sighed in annoyance. “Ah, ah, no!” Kate swatted at his thighs.

“What?” He got up.

“Don’t lay on my bed in outdoor clothes.” She smoothed out her comforter, shaking her head.

“Come again? I can’t lay on your bed in “outdoor clothes”?”

“No. No!” She went back to getting her clothes out of her dresser. “The bed is a sacred place. You only get into bed after you have been showered.” She turned to look at him. “And I know you haven’t showered.”

“How’s that?”

“You smell like a literal fire.”

“You’re insane!”

She groaned. “I am not insane unless diagnosed by a medically-trained professional!”

He stomped towards the door. “Oh don’t pull that nerdy bullshit with me. You’re acting crazy.”

“Billy, all I ask is that you don’t sit on my bed unless you shower! Why does that make me crazy?!”

“Because! It just does!”

“Get out.”

“Are you serious?”

“Billy, just get out! You said crazy, so I might as well act it! Goodbye!”

“You are ridiculous-“

“Goodbye! Billy!”

He groaned and slammed the door shut on his way out. Kate stood in her spot as she waited to hear the slam of the back door. After hearing him officially leave, Kate angrily continued on with her day.

Steve returned home that afternoon, to a silent house, save for Kate’s room. Playing a maximum volume was Motley Crue, as Kate laid on her bed, tiredly staring at the ceiling.

Steve knocked on the door, but the music was too loud. He opened it. “Hey, I’m back…” He scrunched his nose at the sight of his sister laying in her pajamas at 4PM. “Everything okay?”

Kate sighed, using her remote to pause the music. “Peachy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Peachy Steve!” She screeched, and Steve took that as his opportunity to leave her alone.

Kate spent the rest of her weekend alone in her room, listening to Motley Crue and contemplating everything. But mostly Billy.

On Monday, Billy approached her in the hallway before third period. She placed her hand on his chest, attempting to push him away. “We are not doing this here.”

“Yes we are.” He said through his teeth.

“Billy-“ He grabbed her arm and pulled her around an empty corner.

“Let me speak.” She huffed, tugging her arm away from him. “I’m sorry I overreacted about you not coming Friday night. I’m sorry I laid on your bed. And I’m sorry I said you were crazy.”

“And insane.”

“And insane.” He sighed. “Am I forgiven?”

Kate pursed her lips, contemplating being difficult or just agreeing with him. “I suppose.”

”But don’t forget the bed rule buddy.”

[ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

Steve ruined April.

It was crunch-time for the seniors. Preparing for finals, last-minute committals to universities, shit like that. So it was only natural that Steve literally screwed everything up for himself, and coincidentally Kate too.

Steve failed to get into Tech. Tech! Granted, Steve wasn’t a genius, but he wasn’t a total dud either, so Kate was obviously floored when her brother revealed that he couldn’t even get into the local tech school.

But that wasn’t the only reason Kate wanted to kill her brother. The other reason was because of their dad. When Mr. Harrington found out that Steve had failed to get into Tech he was even more upset than Kate was. He had decided that since Steve wouldn’t be attending college, that his punishment would be a job.

A real job.

And lucky for Steve, the new Starcourt mall was opening soon, and there were tons of businesses hiring.

Unlucky for Kate, her dad decided to take this Steve lesson, and make it a Harrington-kids lesson, resulting in Kate also being forced to get a job. But over her dead body would she be caught having a job at the mall. So she opted for the Hawkins community pool instead.

The only positive to the whole “having a real job” thing was when Kate interviewed with the pool manager, Alan, he liked her so much that he made her the assistant manager, earning her an extra 35 cents per hour.

Kate spent April earning her lifeguard certification, fighting with Steve, and silently plotting a way to kill her parents, out of sheer childish anger.

[ᴍᴀʏ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

“You’re joking right now.” Kate clenched her jaw as she watched Billy walk through the gates of the Hawkins Community Pool.

So much for laying low!

Alan had called the pool staff in for a pre-season meeting. But Billy had failed to mention that he was also part of the staff.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered.

“I’m a lifeguard now. Cool right?” He clicked his gum, smiling at Heather Holloway, who had just walked through the gate.

Kate elbowed his side. “Eyes here buddy.” He retrained his focus onto her. “I thought we were supposed to be playing it cool? Getting a job at the same place as me is literally the opposite of playing it cool!”

“Technically I’m sleeping with my boss… that’s cool.”

“Oh my god!” She slapped her forehead. This was hopeless. Above her, Billy was smiling wickedly. “Go over there and stand by Freddy. For real.”

He pouted, but did as he was told.

He behaved himself for the remainder of the meeting.

The pool officially opened on Memorial Day. Billy and Kate were the only two scheduled for the entire day, 11-7. They had hardly gotten to speak to each other that day, considering it was spent watching the town of Hawkins try not to drown.

Promptly at 7:00 Kate had made sure everyone was gone from the pool, and locked up the front gate. She had sent Billy to check the locker rooms while she closed up the register and front desk.

She went to sit down at the edge of the pool, sticking her feet in. Behind her, Billy cleared his throat. She turned to see him standing in his lifeguard uniform, grinning and holding two white plastic-wrapped popsicles in his hand. “Twin pop?”

He offered her a treat, and then took a seat next to her. Kate smiled and opened up the wrapper. “Banana… Where have you been hiding these all day?” Banana was her favorite.

“I snuck a little cooler in this morning. Got some beer too-“

“No. No, I want to remember this.” She smiled once again. “What kind do you have?”

“Cherry.”

“Ugh. You’re so predictable.”

“Banana is weird.”

“Whatever.” Kate rolled her eyes, looking at the water. “Thank you.”

Billy looked over at her, immediately overcome with the feeling of confusion. “For what?”

“For the popsicle… And everything else the past few months.”

“Are we even dating?”

“I don’t know…” Things became quiet. “Whatever this is though,-“

“It’s nice.” He grabbed her hand. “It’s nice.”

Billy nodded, squeezing her hand.

They sat in silence and ate their popsicles, and he never let go of her hand.

[ᴊᴜɴᴇ 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻]

Steve graduated in June.

Kate planned a surprise graduation party for him, inviting all of the kids over to their house after the ceremony for cake, ice cream, and swimming.

After the graduation party summer was in full-swing.

Steve practically lived at the new mall, he and Robin were the only employees at Scoops Ahoy.

Being a manager meant Kate was at the pool almost every day, the only upside to that was the fact that she had managed to schedule herself and Billy the same hours so that when they were off, they were off together.

Dustin was off at camp, so the Harrington house was a lot quieter without it’s third inhabitant.

The rest of the kids managed to balance their time between screwing around at the mall, sneaking into the pool, and spending time kissing each other.

Kate had a firm belief that this summer was going to be different. She had a decent job, a “boyfriend”, and no parents to tell her what to do.

What Kate didn’t know was that summer was going to be extremely different. More different than she could ever want, or imagine.

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bridget-multifandom-writer · 5 years

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❝cabin in the woods❞ serial killer! Cody/Jonathan (1/2)

Title: Cabin In The Woods

Summary: You and six of your other friends go out for a camping trip. When you arrive though, you find out the dark history. In the sixties seven teens were murdered, one decade later seven more died in the exact same spot. Now it’s the eighties. Will the tradition be carried on? And is one of your friends the person behind it?

Pairing: serial killer! Cody/Jonathan x Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Oral (female receiving), Fingering, Handjob, Orgasm (female), Descriptive Details of Murder, Betrayal, and Lying. Typical tropes for slasher movies (dumb cheerleader and jock, the “I’ll be right back” character gets killed right after they say it, a cabin in the woods)

Word Count: 2,263

Parts: 1, 2

Notes: @ccodyfern got me hooked on the idea of Jonathan being a serial killer. I sent in some ask and after planning out about nine of them I decided, fuck it, I’ll just write a story. Also inspired by the 1980s Slasher theme for AHS season nine. Which at first I wasn’t like psyched about but I am now.

When the bell rang out loud Meagan instantly grabbed your hand. Yanking you out of your chair and only giving you a second to grab your bag. You looked at her with wide eyes “Meagan!” you yelled “I almost fell on my ass!” you said. She laughed “But I wanna get out of this school and go camping,” she whined stopping full force at her locker. You brace yourself so you don’t hit her and roll your eyes “You just want to make out with, Zach and Cameron,” you mutter annoyed.

She laughed hearing your bratty behavior. Opening her locker she grabbed the few pictures she left up. Looking over at you she smiled, “I’m sorry, okay?” she asked “I’m just excited. It’s the last day of school and this is the first time we’re doing something in high school,” she explained.

You sigh and nod “Yeah, I know... sorry I got annoyed. Who all is going?” “Uh,” she thinks “Me, you, Cameron, Zach, Sean, Angela, and I think some sophomore named Jonathan or something like that.” “Jonathan?” you ask perking up “He lives next door to me! He super sweet, he’s a little shy though.”

She shrugs “As long as he’s cute, I don’t care!” she says in a sing-songy tone. You laugh and walk beside her hugging your books to your stomach. Meagan hums a song she heard over the intercom as you see Zach and Cameron emerge from the office. Meagan runs over to her and throws her arms around Zach before pressing a kiss on his lips. Cameron looked over with jealousy on his features. Call it sadistic, but, you couldn’t wait for this whole two-boyfriends thing to blow up in her face. You walk over picking up her fallen books and handing them over to Cameron. You look to the right to see Angela walking beside Jonathan as she talks to him about something. Jonathan spots you and gets a bashful smile on his face and your smile back to him. You jump when Cameron slugs his arm around your shoulder “Hey there, Y/N, ready to hear some scary stories by the firelight?” he asks.

Scary stories.... yuck.

Your body unconsciously shivers as the words repeat through your head. Zach chortles loudly “Y/N a scardy-cat... she’ll probably get freaked out enough just by being in the woods.” You roll your eyes in response pushing Cameron arm of your shoulder. You glare at Zack “Screw off, I’m not a scardy-cat.”

Angela and Jonathan finally reach your small group. Angela smiles big “Hey! Everyone ready to go camping?” she asks messing with her dark locks. Everyone gives a yes in response, Jonathan mumbling as he shies away glancing at you. You reach out and grab his hand as the others walk off to Zach's car. You look at him with gleeful eyes “Relax... I know you can get shy in groups. It’ll be alright, they’ll get drunk off their mind by the time we actually make conversation,” you laugh. Jonathan laughs back “I’m just happy your here,” he says.

You bite your lip and pull him along “Come on,” you urge “They’ll without us if we’re late.”

As you sit in the car, pushed inbetween Angela and Jonathan you couldn’t help but notice how isolated the woods were. You were at least fifteen miles away from anybody. As you thought about the more your mind drifted off to dark places.

The idea of someone watching you, stalking, just waiting for the right moment to get you and do whatever they want. Your breathing sped up as you built up more and more anxiety until the car came to a forceful stop and you were almost launched out of your seat. Jonathan threw his arm in front of you making almost a seatbelt and stopping you from getting thrown out of your seat. You breathed heavily looking over at Jonathan before swallowing the lump in your front “Thanks,” you breathe out. Meagan looked over at Zach with wide eyes “What the fuck?” she spit out. He looked over at her and shrugged “I thought there was a deer!” he says, “Get off my back.” Cameron stretches his arm behind Meagans’ head and flicks Zach “Maybe you should get glasses, dumbass,” he says.

Zach rolls his eyes and starts driving against. Meagan turns around and looks at your concerned “Are you okay?” she asks gathering her auburn hair into a bun. You nod “Yeah, Jonathan caught me.” She looked over at him and smiles nodding her head in approval before looking at you and winking “Nice choice,” she grins.

Jonathan looks over at you his curly brown hair in his face. He looks confused, you just shrug and turn to face forward making sure to glare at the back of Meagan's head.

Almost thirty minutes later the car stopped at the campsite. A small area that was clear of trees. The tents were already set up (courtesy from Cameron and Zach) and a campfire was built up in the middle of it all. Angela quickly opened the door but slammed it shut, Jonathan scoffed opening his and offering you his hand “Let me help,” he says as you grab it.

You looked up into the sky, the sun was already setting.

“Y/N! Come get your stuff!” Meagan yells loudly catching your attention. You look over your shoulder nodding and heading towards the car. You grabbed your small bag throwing it into one of the empty tents before sitting down. Cameron ran over to your hosting you over his shoulder “We’re all going swimming, and you're going in first!”

You all gathered around the dancing fire as the darkness came over the woods. You hug your knees to your chest for warmth as Meagan grabs yours and hers. She runs back, handing your light blue jacket. Jonathan sits beside you along with Meagan. Zach, Cameron, and Angela sit on the other side of the fire facing you.

The fire lit up everyone's faces in a morbid light. Zach leaned forward making him easier to see "Does anybody know the story about these woods?" he asked his voice low. No one came forward so Zach continued "Two decades ago seven teenagers came out here. They were camping for three days when someone invaded the camp when their parents sent out police. All they found was the gutted bodies of the campers."

Cold air blew hard making the leaves rattled together and the fire stir. You jumped in surprise and clutched your jacket tightly as Zach went on. He pressed his hands together “All the girls were tied up in their underwear and the boys were left in the tents. The police searched for any evidence but all that was left was the victims. They never found whoever did. One decade later, in the seventies, it happened again. Seven campers all dead. Some people think it’s a generation thing, or maybe the same guy, but everyone’s making bets that’ll happen again.“ You suck a breath in (and ignored the sinister smile Zach gave you). You clutch your jacket tighter as Zack let’s out a laugh and pronounces he’s going to bed. Leaving you and your other five friends alone surrounding the campfire. A hand touches yours and you jump, Jonathan gives you a gentle smile “Don’t worry, I’d never let anyone hurt you.”

You smile back at him and blush slightly. Jonathan was always so nice to you “Thanks,” you tell him for the second time this night. He nods his head “Do you wanna go for a walk? Clear your mind a bit?” he asks.

You let out a breathy laugh, God, you were so obvious “Yeah, I’d like that.” He held out his hand after he stood up, your fingers wrapping around his as he drugged you off into the woods.

God, this was like a bad slasher movie flick. Seven dumb kids go into the woods, two sneak off and get killed. You could already see the character cast. Meagan is the dumb, big-breasted cheerleader, her boyfriend Zach is the dumb jock, the dumb jocks best-friend, Cameron, is really a nice guy, Angela is the nerd, and Jonathan is the shy guy (that in most movies ends up being the killer). But what does that make you? The last girl?

You both walked through the woods on the gravel trail until you reached a lake. It had only been five minutes or so and you could still see the slowly dimming campfire light. Jonathan looked over at you “Zach can be a real asshole,” he says. You laugh “Tell me about it,” you pick up a rock and skip it across the lake water “He usually isn’t this bad.” Jonathan shrugs “I don’t really hang out with anyone here except for Angela. I didn’t even want to come, I only came to be around you,” he explains. You can see a slight blush on his cheeks. You smile “They’re not that bad... your probably the best though.”

Jonathan blushes even more than he already was. He turns his head to meet your glance. Slowly he closes the gap in between you two, pressing his dry lips against yours.

You kiss him back putting your hand on his cheek. He moves his hand to your thigh sliding slight closer to you. His tongue slides against your lip, asking permission to go further. You open your mouth shyly and your tongues dance together. He slowly lets his body weight push you down your jacket meeting the cold, slightly damp, grass. Your fingers tangle in his dark curls. He disconnects you lips and nuzzles your neck before kissing it. Sucking on it lightly as you lean your head back to give him more space. He nips at your skin causing you to gasp lightly, you can feel him smile against your skin.

He switches places to the little bit of your exposed chest to suck on. His hand trailing up your white t-shirt and lightly rubbing your covered breast. You moan and pull at his curls causing him to moan slightly against your skin. He stops sucking on your skin to look up at you. His cold blue eyes meet yours “Can I... can I do more?” he asks quietly. You smile and blush but nod for him to continue. He slowly pushes up your t-shirt and jacket exposing the flesh of your stomach to the cold air. He kisses below your breast making his way down while looking up at you. You feel his fingers slide up the back of your thighs before gripping the beginning of your shorts and underwear. He tugs them down sitting up on his knees and throwing them off to the side.

His hands grip your thighs hosting them over his shoulders as he leans down. You can feel him breathing against your warmth. Your breathing becomes heavy as he finally takes his tongue and slowly licks up your slit. Parting your lips until he reaches your clit and wraps his lips around it. He sucks lightly flourishing in the loud breathy moan that comes out of your beautiful mouth.

He unwraps his lips and begins to kitten lick at your heat. Sucking on you a few more times, before giving your heat a soft kiss. You bite your lip “Jonathan... please,” you beg softly. Once again you feel him smile against your skin before he gives one full lick to your core. Finally, he sped up and it was like nothing you had experienced. Sure, you had been with a couple guys before but none them were caring like this. Jonathan didn’t lap at you like a dog in heat. It was like he was gently kissing and watching for your reactions.

You feel his fingers slowly slide up your inner thigh before he pulls his mouth away. You whine at the loss of contact but it turns into a moan when Jonathan pushes his fingers into your wet core. You feel him chuckle lightly before bending his head down again and sucking on your clit. Slowly he pumps his finger in and out of you. Teasing you in the hope you’ll beg for more again. Finally, he digs his finger in knuckle deep bring it out completely to shove it in again. You moan loudly and arch your back in response to him. He disconnected from your clit to look up at you with his cold blue eyes. He slid his finger out of you again and presses another one to your hole and slowly slides them both in. He smiles as he hears you cry out his name. He lets them sit there before making a come-here motion with his finger.

He keeps doing it repeatedly and buries his head in between your thighs and sucks on your clit again. He doesn’t stop until your fingers fall out of his hair to pull at the grass and your body spasms with him between your thighs. “Jonathan!” you cry out loudly. As you come down, he slides his fingers out of your wet core. He moves over to sit beside you and grips your face with his still wet fingers. He leans down brushing his lips against yours “You taste so good,” he murmurs against them “sweet like honey.”

You almost moan as he presses his lips against yours sliding his tongue in. Your taste still lingering on it. He pulls away with a grin and stands up stretching his arms slight “Can you walk?” he jokes. You let out a laugh yourself “Yes... now go get more shorts!” you demand, kicking him slightly.

He grabs them and hands them to you. You notice your white cotton panties peeking out of his pant pocket. You bite back a smile as you see him catch you staring and force them down all the way. The moonlight showing his panicked eyes and red cheeks. You grab your shorts and slide them on before standing up. Grabbing Jonathans’ hand you lead him back to the camp. You look over at him, he’s wearing a goofy smile “What is this? I mean, I don’t usually do this.” Jonathan connects his gaze with yours “Well... I’ve liked you for a while so if you wanted to be my girlfriend?” he asked shyly. You smiled and turned around pressing your lips to his “I’d love that, Jonathan,” you tell him. You wrap your arms around him and he nuzzles your neck in the same sport he left a hickey. “Your mine, now,” he mumbles.

When you arrived back and camp Jonathan excused himself as being ‘tired’. You didn’t mind you were sleepy too. As he went into the tent you sat down on one of the logs near the fire. Thinking about everything that had just happened, you didn’t notice Zach exiting Meagan tent. You heard him let out a laugh and your head jolted to were he was. He looked at you with a smile “Are you still scared from that story?” Your eyes bulged "Wh-What? No!" you exclaimed. He laughed again before placing a hand on your shoulder "You get scared so easily," he taunted "Look, nothing bad is going to happen. You got me and Cameron here and who's going to mess with two huge football players? Just relax and get some sleep, alright?" he told you. You nodded and stood up "I wasn’t scared," you say “Night, Zach.” He smiled "Night, Y/N, I'm gonna go take a whiz. I'll be right back."

Zach walked away not noticing the looming figure that was Jonathan. He watched with rage in his eyes as you smiled at Zach and let him touch you like that. How could you? You were his. He followed Zach as he walked off into the woods and near to the lake. He watched as Zack let his pants fall down not paying attention to his surroundings. Slowly, he came up behind him taking the knife out of his pocket and digging it into his side. Zach let out a loud groan pushing Jonathan away from him. He fell down and looked up at him “What the fuck, bro?” he asks. Jonathan just crouched down pushing the knife into his chest repeatedly. By the time he was done his hands were covered in blood.

“Zach! Where are you?” he heard Meagan yell out. Looking through the trees he caught a glimpse of her. Standing by the fire in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Jonathan looked away and stood up, washing his hands off in the water. He grabbed his knife and slowly crept back to camp.

It was time for the rest.

Then you’d finally be just his.

Hi! I originally was going to post a “Dating Tate Langdon Would Include” as my first post but I got spurged with inspiration and wrote this long piece in like three hours. I hope you enjoyed! Like I said this was inspired by @ccodyfern getting me hooked on serial killer Cody/Jonathan.

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Positive and Negative Preferences

Hello all! I perticipated in @dbhevents Secret Santa, and I wrote a fic for @exfriends!

This is a Reed900 Coffee Shop AU, rated T for language.

Hello darling @exfriends. I am so very sorry you had to wait this long. I’m afraid it’s entirely my fault, because I bit off more than I could chew around the holidays this year, and unfortunately that led to quite the delay. I also want to apologize that I didn’t go exactly with what you requested. I saw that you liked other types of AUs and this kind of just clicked into place for me. (But if it’s really not your thing, I’d be happy to write something new. You deserve a great gift!) Here’s hoping you enjoy.

Also a thanks to @the-writing-of-a-gay-idiot for giving me so much feedback!

On with the show!

It wasn't that he wanted to be an asshole. Really, he knew he was an asshole, and could see himself acting it out in real time, but he had absolutely no reason to try to be better. Part of it was the coffee thing. He'd hardly slept in college, and became a six-cup-a-day person, and he'd rarely admit it, but he was even worse without caffeine. So, nearly fifteen years later, he figured that if coffee was gonna keep him from getting fired for shitting on someone stupid, he could be addicted to worse things.

When the android behind the counter suggested that he was their most frequent customer, he shrugged. Most days, he came in three times: on the way to work, on lunch, and before catching the bus home. Large coffee, nonfat milk, and one sugar. Of course it was always perfectly sweetened, perfectly steaming, because it was an android who made it, and most days he didn’t even have to say his order before Richard was ringing him up with a smile.

He never stayed, preferring to take his coffee back to work or drink it on the bus so he could enjoy it in relative privacy. He wasn't much interested in sitting around while the 20-somethings giggled their way through their overly-sweet lattes, and certainly wasn't going to indulge in some calorie-laden baked goods when he could get something healthier and cheaper just about anywhere else. He could take his day home and tell his cat about all of the fucked up shit he saw in the world.

His birthday, however, brought on a whole new series of shitty feelings about being alone and being 37 with his only friend as his cat. He told himself he had friends. That he wasn't alone. That someone might care if he wasn't around. By the time he headed to the coffee shop after work, he was feeling worse than he did when he woke up that morning.

"Good afternoon, Gavin." Rich smiled as he passed the usual green paper cup over the counter. "Did you have a pleasant rest of the day?" Pleasant. Yeah. The same question he asked every other afternoon receive the same answer Gavin always gave him: a shrug and a half smile. As he turned to leave, Gavin's eyes settled on an empty table by the window at the front of the café. There was only one chair. He thought about his apartment, and sitting alone, probably ordering some indulgent junk food as a gift for himself, and falling asleep to the nightly weather report; waking up with a stiff neck before finally dragging himself to his actual bed.

He sat down at the table.

He nursed his coffee as he listened in to strangers conversations and flipped through social media on his phone. When he'd drained the last drop, he sat the cup down with a hollow noise and looked out the window. The sun had set mostly and headlights glared against the window was cars moved down the street. The bus passed; Gavin had at least 15 minutes until the next one. He took a breath and wiggled the empty cup against the table, listening to the noise it made and wondering why he had nothing better to do on his own damn birthday other than sit alone in a coffee shop.

"You come to get coffee, three times a day, five days a week." Richard said as he approached the table carefully, "And have done so for at least the thirty seven weeks I've been employed here. This is the first time you've ever stayed." He observed, sitting down a new, steaming coffee. It was in a black ceramic mug.

Gavin looked up at him blankly, not having an answer to the statement, "Uh, yeah." He fumbled.

"I've been wondering why, if I may ask." Richard offered a small, awkward smile.

"I guess…" Gavin paused to summon a reason as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket, "Well, It's my birthday, I didn't want to be alone." He explained quietly, suddenly embarrassed by the concept. He wondered why he even felt the need to answer, much less with such a vulnerable truth.

"In that case, I'm very glad to have your company." The barista's words were formal, but tinted with something genuine. He waved a dismissive hand as Gavin made to hand him a few bills for the refill. "Consider it a thank you for your loyalty." Richard said, before moving away to tend the counter once again.

Gavin stayed past the next bus, and then a few more, until it was completely dark outside. When he finally had a renewed thought to leave, the rest of the café was already empty. Richard was milling about, wiping down tables and pushing in chairs as Gavin stood and took the mug to the counter. When he turned to the door, Richard followed, rescuing something from the counter as he hastened to catch up. As Gavin laid his hand on the door handle, Richard was behind him, reaching over his shoulder to flick open the lock, "I lock the door after closing." He explained.

"Closing? When did you close?"

"Eleven minutes ago." Richard smiled, holding out the green paper bag he'd taken from the counter. "This is for you. I usually compost the remaining baked goods, but I didn't see the harm in giving you a birthday treat, especially after you hadn't eaten all evening."

Gavin took in that fraction of a smile that Rich always served him alongside his coffee. He held a good five or so inches over Gavin, but was at least just as muscular if not more so that Gavin was. It pinged in Gavin's mind that it was all artificial, that he'd been designed to be handsome and perfect, but the realization of his appeal struck Gavin all the same. Richard was good looking, had been keeping track of Gavin's visits, and was some kind of concerned for his nutritional well-being.

The idea of Richard's regard for him was unexpected, and came with a small tilt of Gavin's chin before he realized he was leaving. "Uh, I'm sorry for keeping you. Thanks for letting me stay." Gavin said as he remembered to be a semi-decent person.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you please." Richard reminded him, holding the door open to the cool fall night.

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Gavin transferred paperwork to his portable the following afternoon, toting it with him to the coffee shop. He worked his way through it over his usual coffee and left cash next to his empty cup that Richard didn't take when he quietly left his refill. He waited until the last customer left and checked the time. Fifteen minutes before closing, Richard was idling behind the counter.

"Your boss can't be letting you just keep giving me free coffee." Gavin proclaimed as he brought up the empty mug and left behind cash.

"We offer a complimentary refill to guests who choose to dine in." Richard explained lightly. He watched Gavin curiously. Gavin offered a small snort of amusement,

"You're telling me I come in here and pay for three cups a day when I could just stay and only pay for two?" He grinned wryly.

"I suppose you could, but then, how would you earn the money to pay for those two cups?" Richard took the mug and turned around to put it on the counter next to a small sink. "Despite our appreciation of your patronage, I'd think that you'd be more valued if you continued working."

"I think you overestimate my abilities as a cop." Gavin leaned on the counter slightly.

"Well, I'd prefer that you never have an opportunity to prove me wrong." Richard smiled, and maybe Gavin was looking differently, but his smile seemed more genuine than it did when he normally ordered his coffee. He vaguely noticed a light shutting off outside the shop, prompting Richard's LED to throw a blip of yellow before being summarily returned to blue.

"I guess that means it's closing time." Gavin sighed, pushing away from the counter. He turned to leave, but turned back and leaned his whole torso over the counter, slipping the payment intended for coffee into Richard's apron pocket. "Call it a tip." he offered an awkward wink.

"Gavin, as an android, I am not permitted to have personal finances." Richard's smile was gone as he extracted the bills with a slow movement.

"Well, I'm not taking it back. Who's arresting you?" He shrugged, retreating toward the door with a cocky smile.

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The rest of the week continued on in that way; Gavin sat at the cafe for hours, and would chat amicably with the android barista once the shop was empty save for them. He left at closing every night with a smile and occasionally with a sugary treat in hand.

Gavin knew he was fooling himself. After all, and android couldn't have more personal feelings toward him than any other being; human, android, or otherwise. Still, he made himself get up and go to work each day with the prospect of a fresh cup and one free refill after. Companionship from anyone other than his cat was more than he deserved, he figured, but at least Richard was someone he could talk to. Sure, they never talked about anything with any kind of weight, but it was better than talking to himself in the quiet of his apartment.

He let himself believe that it was something like friendship.

So, when Richard leaned across the counter and kissed him, time stopped. Not in a stupid romantic comedy way, but in a way that shook Gavin to his core in self doubt. Richard was an android. Richard couldn't feel anything toward him. He shouldn't have felt anything for a walking, talking computer. He decided not to.

"What the hell?" Gavin's face contorted in confusion and offense when the android pulled away. He waited for an answer as Richard's LED spun to yellow then red and back.

"I am sorry, Gavin, I must have misunderstood your intentions." He stared at Gavin for a long moment before busying himself with tidying the counter.

"My intentions?" Gavin sputtered, failing to assume an appropriate reaction.

"My social protocols interpreted your new interest in being at the café and consistent attempts at companionship as a wish to enter into a romantic relationship." Richard explained. We offer a complimentary refill to guests who choose to dine in.

"Oh." Gavin dismissed the offence and remained pensive. "You're an android. You don't have feelings, especially not for humans." He drew. Richard froze and his LED looked like it was trying to send a distress signal. Eventually, he answered.

"That is correct." He mentioned, though it sounded more like a realization than a confirmation. Somehow, Gavin felt a little hurt.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." Gavin offered, leaving his mug and retreating quietly.

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"Good morning, what can I get you?" Gavin stared at the android taking his order. It wasn't Richard, but a female who looked young and had red curls framing her face. He couldn't see an LED, but the blue armband was telling enough.

"Uh, large coffee, nonfat milk, one sugar. To go." He told her, baffled by her presence. He paid her and she turned away to prepare his order. "Do you know what happened to Richard?" He said casually.

"Richard was found to be malfunctioning, I am his replacement." She didn't seem fazed as she set his cup on the counter.

"Oh. Is he going to be back?"

"I'm not sure, I'm sorry." She offered a kind smile, and moved on to the next customer. When he came back at lunch, she was still there, and in the afternoon too. He didn't stay.

Richard didn't return in the following days, and Gavin stopped coming in early for his coffee, and didn't bother to prolong his commute for the stop either. Two weeks later, he'd begun to favor the coffee shop closer to work for his lunch breaks, and let thoughts fade of his usual place.

It wasn't that their coffee was any better; he just couldn't find the effort to go out of his way to go to the old place anymore. It was different. It didn't feel like his place anymore, and he couldn't much find a reason why. Suzie's was closer anyway; only a block walk from the station, even if the coffee wasn't quite as good, the convenience made up for it.

Not to mention, the less time he spent walking, the more time he could spend working, and with the elevated counts of rogue androids in the city he was needed more than ever. Rumors of an uprising and of feeling androids whispered through the city, though he didn't pay them any mind. A fantasy of robots with feelings didn't make their human victims any less dead, or homicide any more legal. Still, every once in a while, the memory of that long moment of hesitation and the flickering of Richard's LED had him wondering if all rumors had root in truth after all. He tried not to dwell on it. Realistically, Richard had either been 'decommissioned' or 'recalibrated' and in either case, there was no reason for him to be anywhere on Gavin's radar anymore.

Malfunctioning, the replacement had said. Malfunctioning, like he had a glitch or dropped too many dishes or messed up customers orders. Malfunctioning, like giving away free pastries after closing time. Malfunctioning, like misinterpreting the actions of a pathetically lonely detective.

It was raining the night he followed Anderson into Carlos Ortiz's home, where the murder had taken place. They milled around, looking at eerily lit evidence and the filth of a drug addict's dwelling, until Gavin thought to look up and had Hank help him climb into the attic.

He interrogated an android, and suddenly it was all too real. There was blue blood all over the table, and he could still hear the android's panicked ramblings long after he was dismissed for the night. He walked for a while, and while the rain had stopped the sidewalk was still wet enough for his shoes to be soaked through. Ortiz's android felt. It was scared and stressed and confused, and those were all decidedly things that it had not been programmed to be.

His legs took him to the old coffee shop, and as he moved inside to get some fuel and clear his mind a little, he thought he saw Richard for a brief moment. He rubbed his eyes, figuring he was more tired than he realized, then looked back up to the counter. Sure enough, Richard was standing there, staring.

"Large coffee, nonfat milk, one sugar. To go." Gavin breathed slowly, not making eye contact. Richard stalled before turning away and grabbing an already prepared cup from the back counter and handing it over.

"You're Gavin." He said.

"Yeah, that's me, tin can." Gavin couldn't help but smile at the sound of his own name as he passed over his payment and took the cup.

"Enjoy." Richard offered plainly, watching Gavin with a serene expression until Gavin turned slowly and left.

It was awkward. Gavin figured if Richard had been human, he couldn't have expected much more than some kind of fumbling awkwardness remaining from their last encounter. But, Richard wasn't human, and he'd said Gavin's name like it meant nothing to him. He'd had Gavin's coffee waiting, even though Gavin hadn't been there in months, and it wasn't really hot anymore, like it'd been sitting there for a while. There had been no indication that Richard remembered, though, and Gavin knew there was no chance that he would have been returned to work without some kind of reformation for his 'malfunction'.

He wasn't going to let himself be pulled into all of it again. Richard wasn't human; he wasn't Gavin's friend or his anything. Customer files had been left in his system, probably. He'd seen Gavin walking down the street and just remembered a formerly regular customer and their order, and while Gavin was musing over his wet shoes, he made the order. He didn't owe Richard his company just because he memorized his order like any other regular customer's. He couldn't force friendship on a service bot that couldn't say no, and, yeah, he was kind of an asshole for doing it in the first place.

A pathetic asshole.

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He propped his feet on his desk as he reasoned with himself over a game of solitaire on his phone. He had no reason to feel rejected, he had no reason to feel even more lonely than he did on his birthday. He had no reason to ignore the cup from Rosie's because of any of it, either. He let himself get lost in his game and refused to think about all the mushy stuff that made up the smaller parts of Gavin. He shut himself off so completely that he didn't notice one of the station androids hovering next to his desk.

"Detective Reed?" She reasoned, and when he didn't answer, she reached a hand out to his shoulder and repeated herself, making Gavin jump at the contact.

"Fuck, what do you want?!" He barked at her, dropping his feet and straightening defensively.

"There is someone here, in the lobby, requesting to see you personally. It is an android. They said you ordered delivery."

"I didn't order anything. Must be malfunctioning--"

Malfunctioning, like making a coffee for a customer that didn't come anymore.

Gavin stood, though frowning, and followed her back to the receptionist's desk. There, behind it, stood Richard.

"Gavin, I was wondering if you had a moment to talk." He was holding a coffee, steam piping out of the little vent on the top.

"Yeah, I got time." Gavin shrugged, letting himself be led outside. It was brisk, but sunny. The fresh air brightened him a little.

"I was recalibrated to correct processing malfunctions in my system four months and three weeks ago." Richard stated abruptly as he faced Gavin."I had made an inappropriate gesture to a customer, and my owners were concerned that I had been affected by deviancy. I was returned to work three weeks later." He was practically rambling, if his speech hadn't sounded so formal and calculated. "Every day since then, I have made this same coffee, four times a day, without being prompted to." He held out the cup to Gavin. Gavin took it slowly, watching Richard carefully. "I am afraid I lied to you."

"Lied to me?" Gavin gaped at the sudden change of context. "Androids can't lie." he demanded.

"Deviant androids can." Richard posed, scrutinizing Gavin's expression. "And to correct the mistruth I told you: some androids have feelings, and certainly can have feelings for humans." He admitted. Gavin waited for further explanation and received nothing.

"You're saying that you have feelings?"

"Since I've no prior experience to go on, it's hard for me to process, but I do know I have both positive and negative preferences for arbitrary things." He explained. He looked nervous. "For example, I do not like cleaning up spilled drinks. I do not like the idea of being recalibrated again. I do like being in your presence."

"So you brought me free coffee now? For what? Because you like seeing me?"

"My owners were not pleased that I continued making drinks for customers that did not exist. They were going to send me back to Cyberlife to be fully decommissioned. I… I didn't want to die." His LED shone yellow for a quick moment. "I knew that If I was dead, I wouldn’t be able to see you again, and I did not want that. The idea caused forty-two separate system errors."

"Because of fuckin' me?" Gavin frowned. He wasn't worth that, and he knew it.

"Entirely because of the concept of not seeing you again. I could not let that happen, so I made your coffee, paid for it, and left."

"You bought me a coffee." Gavin felt like the king of intelligent responses. "How? Why?" Richard hesitated for a long moment

"Well, a very kind customer tipped me generously once, despite my protests." He flashed that genuine smile again, as Gavin took a sip of the, as usual, perfectly made coffee. "And I've since learned, that an appropriate way of initiating a romantic relationship is to buy your interest a meal or beverage."

"Gavin choked "Jesus, fuck that's hot." He whimpered, forcing himself to swallow the scalding drink.

"I did make it extra hot so it would still be warm when I got it to you."

"Well, mission accomplished." Gavin grumbled, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Gavin, I really would like to take you on a date." Richard frowned at the lack of response to his admission.

"Well, I'm working right now. Not off 'til four." He shrugged dismissively. No need to refuse when he didn't have a choice in working.

"Oh." His tone dropped the confidence Gavin had never noticed, but only knew of now that it was gone. "I suppose I shouldn't have presumed. Thank you for indulging me, I hope I didn't interrupt your day too much."

"I didn't say no." Gavin piped up, hit with a pang of guilt. "I get coffee after work too." He could feel himself flushing, "Maybe I can buy you a cup?"

"Gavin, I have no need for food or drink."

"Then maybe you can just come so I can have some company?" Gavin tried for a small smile, despite feeling like an absolute idiot.

"I would like that."

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 32) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Reconnect”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Reader/OFC

Warnings: SMUT, handjob, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, dom!Stiles.

Summary: Stiles and y/n get into a fight, but make up in a dirty way. This is just a smutty, smutty, masturbate-y chapter.

Chapter Thirty-One - Chapter Thirty-Two - Chapter Thirty-Three

Scott was hesitant to leave the car and walk in alone because it was so dark out that he was worried that they would get hurt trying to get back into Scott's house, but he also could not sit around and listen to them have their first fight as a couple with him stuck in the back seat. Isaac opened the door from the inside and Scott ran into the house without any issue, closing the door behind him. Y/n and Stiles sat in the front seats of her car, the engine turned off and the windows barely cracked, not speaking.

"I can't believe you just flipped out on me like that, and in front of Scott..." Y/n finally broke the silence, looking over in Stiles' direction.

"I'm just so sick of you treating me like you're my fucking mother and like I need to be monitored!" Stiles raised his voice again. "I just want my girlfriend back. I want the girl who wants to have sex with me, go camping with me or on long night drives to the coast, or who wants to surprise me by buying Met's tickets when we're in New York because she knows how happy that will make me. I don't want this person who text's my Dad more than me and is only concerned with my bandages and how my wrist is healing, and asks me if I’m eating enough or if I remembered to change my dressing. It’s bullshit."

"You’re such an asshole sometimes, Stiles...” She shook her head, and stared down at the steering wheel. “Do you think I want to be so concerned with your medical bullshit, or that I am not going out of my fucking mind over the fact that I got to spend my summer with my boyfriend after all, yet we don't get to have sex, or we might not get to go camping in Yosemite next month or fly home to New York to show you off to my friends and take you around my city? I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER, STILES." She yelled back at him, finally turning to look at his startled face over her raised tone. "But you aren't taking care of yourself. You're pushing yourself too quickly. You literally popped three stitches in your abdomen today because you disappeared to the Sheriff's station, where you then couldn't get off the floor by yourself. I don't want to parent you, but you're also not taking what happened to you seriously."

"You think I'm not taking my recovery seriously?" Stiles asked with an indignant attitude.

"Are you?! Because I haven't seen that yet and it terrifies me. This whole thing has scared the shit out of me, Stiles. I have been overly vigilant because I am so afraid of losing you." Y/n admitted, the heat rising to her face as tears burned down her cheeks.

"I am taking it seriously. I know what happened was bad" Stiles calmed down when he saw that he had caused her to cry. "I am just.. so frustrated. This horrible thing is happening to my home and all my friends are out trying to do something about it and I am trapped on Scott's couch, just waiting to hear the latest update. I hate not being able to help." Stiles pushed his fist into his thigh. His frustration was palpable. He took a deep breath and looked up at his girlfriend, looking away from him and wiping the tears from under her eyes with her delicate fingers. He sighed and looked down in shame. "Do you remember what one of the first things I ever said to you was?"

Y/n paused, then looked at Stiles with her eyebrows arched in confusion. "Put down my bat, it's a collectors item?"

Stiles couldn't help but grin. He snickered quietly and shook his head. "No, after I told you to put down my bat, I told you that my role in the Pack was that I was the man with the plan. I was always the one with the plan, always the one to figure out what the best move was." Stiles shook his head again and sighed. "I hate feeling useless or like I'm not pulling my weight in the Pack, and that's how I feel right now, and you not being normal around me, which I get is probably difficult since this is not a normal situation right now, just makes it harder." Stiles admitted, rubbing his hand into his knee.

Y/n reached over and placed her hand under his. He wrapped his long fingers around hers. "You’re still the man with the plan. I don't know how Scott and them survive without you."

"That's what I always say." Stiles interrupted her, with a soft smile.

She laughed gently and continued. "More and more recently, I have been getting the feeling that this is not a fight that can be won by Scott and the rest of the werewolves, I have a feeling that this is going to come down to me and my magic, and whatever that entails, I know I'm going to need your help. You are still going to be crucial in cracking all of this. I know it.... and then when we kill these assholes, I'm going tell the doctors what you did, and they will have no choice but to let us have sex again."

Stiles laughed and leaned over the middle console of her car, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, and pulling her towards him for a hard, lingering kiss. He broke free and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "I'm sorry... this whole thing has just been..."

"It's okay. I know." She smiled a bit at him. "Wanna go inside now?" She asked, taking her keys out of the ignition and holding up her lamassu keychain.

Stiles nodded and looked at the slightly parted front curtain. "Can one of you eavesdropping assholes open the door?" Stiles said in a moderate tone, knowing that the two werewolves inside had been listening to the entire argument.

Isaac opened the door and Y/n helped to rush Stiles back inside.

It was three in the morning and Stiles had been asleep for hours. Isaac had snuck out to see Cora around two hours before, and you were sitting in one of the small armchairs opposite the pull-out couch in the McCall's living room, working on your computer, your toes pressed against the cold metal frame that supported the bed.

"What're you doing?" You heard Stiles' raspy, sleep voice from behind the bright light emanating off of your laptop. You closed the lid slightly, placed it on the end of the bed and tried to adjust your eyes to the darkness.

"Did I wake you? I was trying not to.." You asked, staring in Stiles' general direction.

"No, no, I wanted to turn over and it kind of hurt..." Stiles gestured to his stomach. " You didn't wake me.... What are you doing though? Why are you still awake?" He asked, shifting to sit up.

You got up from the chair and sat next to Stiles on the bed, sitting on the backs of your feet as you kneeled next to him, causing the mattress to sink slightly under the concentrated weight. "I asked Lydia the other night if she could hack into the Berkeley library database, and she did, and she got the list of books that Sam had checked out for his research paper. She emailed the list to me right after you fell asleep, so I was on Amazon ordering the books." You gestured back to your computer.

"How many were there?" Stiles asked, rubbing his fingers against your thigh, accidentally scraping your soft skin with his cast.

"Six... It's going to be a lot of reading for us when they get here tomorrow. I thought I'd call in sick and you and I could sit here and try to solve this bullshit finally." He saw you smile slightly from the soft glow coming off of your computer by his feet.

"I'd like that a lot.." He smiled back at you, reaching his quickly healing right hand around his body to grip your neck, and pulled you in for a kiss. He winced as he extended himself too far, twisting his abdomen in a way that was painful.

"Are you okay?" You asked, pulling the sheets down from his body, and dipping your hands under his shirt to press against his stomach and make sure nothing was bleeding.

Stiles became annoyed. This was exactly what the two of you had argued about earlier that night. You were back to being his nurse or his mother and he was sick of it. "I'm fine." He said brusquely, pulling your hands off of his body by your wrists.

"I'm only asking because if you were in pain... maybe I could do something about it..." You leaned forward, your wrists still pressed together tightly in his big hand, and pressed your lips against his.

You knew he was right. Just because he had been hurt, didn't mean you couldn't touch him at all, but you had been avoiding him, even kisses, since the attack. You didn't even realize you were doing it until you two had gotten into the fight in the car earlier that evening. You tugged on his lower lip with your teeth, pulling it away from his top lip. He gripped your wrists tighter. He had a lot of pent up aggression and energy and sexual tension and you were being particularly teasing. You tilted your head to the side slightly and kept kissing him hard against his lips. He moaned softly against your mouth and released his grip on your wrists.

You cocked your head to the side and grinned, grabbing his good hand and guiding it up under your shirt, helping it to make contact with your breast. He squeezed hard, feeling the supple and warm flesh fill up his fingers. "Just because we can't have sex, doesn't mean we can't do nothing at all..." You whispered.

You bit the tiniest part of your lower lip as you smiled at him. He moved his hand from your breast to your waist, pulling you back towards him for a kiss. The fingers on his broken hand pressed into your legs, still folded underneath you. You kissed hard against his lips, but he got distracted as he felt your hand suddenly move from his sternum to the waistband of his basketball shorts. He wasn't wearing anything underneath them that night, and he felt the palm of your hand brush against the hair on his happy trail.

He stopped kissing you and watched your hand wiggle its way under the elastic of his shorts, making its way towards his semi-erect penis. His breathing got heavy and he dropped his good hand to his side. You rubbed your flat hand against the length of his growing cock, watching the outline of your hand moving under the mesh material of his shorts.

Stiles shut his eyes and relished in the feeling of the girl he loved touching him again. He felt his already hard dick twitch against your hand. He opened his eyes and saw you licking your lips, literally salivating over his cock. You pulled down his shorts, leaning over his body as he ran his fingers over your ass, and you spit onto the head of his cock. You locked your fingers around the tip, moving the lubricant down his veiny shaft. You went to lick the tip of your tongue from the base of the side of his shaft to the top, but he stopped you midway through.

"No.. just.. come here." He wrapped his fingers around the bottom of your bicep and pulled you up against the side of his chest so that you were resting against him with his bad arm draped over you.

"Do... you not want me to...? Did it hurt?" You asked, hesitantly.

"No.. I just want to ease back into it." He explained as he reached his good hand back around, picking up your left hand and bringing it back under his basketball shorts. You smiled as you felt his cock against your fingers again.

He left his hand over yours for a moment, lazily helping you jerk off his length. Then he lifted his ass slightly, wincing at the effort it took to simply pull his shorts off enough so he could see your small hand try to wrap itself around his thick manhood.

You waited a moment, hearing him wince and watching him squirm, until he nodded at you, urging you to continue. You licked your hand and placed it back over the head, trying to connect your fingers as you pushed your way down to the base of his girth. He moaned slightly as your wrist moved in a circular pattern, at a steady pace.

He watched your face, your mouth open, breathing barely audible, making eye contact with him as you continued stroking him off. He was so turned on. He liked that you were watching him, trying to read what he was enjoying from his expressions. He also liked that you weren't kissing or speaking, just staring and breathing. It was all about pleasing him and it was kind of dirty. The two of you had never done anything like that before and he was enjoying your kinkier side.

You picked up your pace a bit, as you watched him lick his lips. Your grip got a little tighter as you felt his cock twitch slightly. You knew what was coming, and you wondered if he would direct you on how to take his load. You just wanted to please him. He moaned a little loudly, and then yelped, reaching his good hand down to your hand to stop you.

"Oh my god.." You eyes widened and you sat up straight, your hand still hovering over his cock, as his hand went to his stomach.

"I'm okay.. I'm okay. We need to stop though."

"Why? What just happened?" You asked, checking to see if he had cum and you somehow didn't notice.

Stiles smiled slightly. "I didn't come early.. I was feeling it and it was great but I guess my stomach and abs tighten when I'm about to shoot one off and it still hurts way too much to be tightening those muscles like that..."

"Oh..." You said, not sure of what else to say, trying not to come off as disappointed as you were that you couldn't please him.

"It felt amazing, don't get me wrong... I just don't know if we can do me until the stitches actually come out next week and the Doc gives me the okay." Stiles admitted, the disappointment filling his own voice. "Maybe we could still do you though?" Stiles smirked devilishly, his entire demeanor reverting back to what it was moments before.

You cocked your head to the side and smiled, biting your lip and narrowing your eyes at him. "That wouldn't torture you more?"

"Nah.. I've never really gotten to watch you... take care of yourself before.." Stiles' eyes wandered down your body. "Are you wet?" He asked aloud. You nodded. You were kneeling next to him again and he reached his fingers on his left, casted hand, in between your legs, parting them, to brush them against the outside of your white, cotton panties. You inhaled deep as his fingers grazed your engorged clit. "Open the curtains a little, just enough light for me to watch you." Stiles directed you, then watched you lean over him and pull the curtain back slightly, allowing the light from the front door to cast a yellowish haze across the living room. "Put your computer on the chair and put the pillow down at the other end of the bed." You did as you were told, walking on your tip-toes so as not to wake Scott upstairs.

You turned around. "Isaac isn't here.." You whispered, remembering him sneaking out hours before.

"Did you want him to be?" Stiles asked snarkily, wondering why you were thinking about the handsome blonde werewolf at that moment.

"No, asshole, I just don't want him walking in on us..." You clarified, pursing your lips at Stiles.

"Don't worry about it, I'll keep an ear out for him." He reassured you. "Now drop your panties." He demanded. You bit your lip and smiled. This was the sexiest you had ever found Stiles: in command and dominating. "Turn around... bend over.." You did as you were told, and Stiles salivated over the pink lips that peeked out between your legs. "Lay down..." Stiles shifted in bed, his shorts still slightly pulled down, and he sat up straighter. You crawled gracefully onto the bed and laid next to Stiles. You stared at him, occasionally breaking eye contact when you would get too bashful. "Are you still wet?" Stiles asked, with a low husky tone.

You spread your legs for him, and he grabbed onto your ankle with his bad hand. "Yes." Your nails were naturally long and pointy, and well taken care of, making your long fingers that much more enticing. You dragged them along your opening, your fingers becoming slick.

"Pull your lips apart for me.." Stiles directed. You did as you were told and separated your lips, showing a pink and wet cunt. Stiles scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. "Take your middle and pointer finger on your right hand, get them wet, and rub your clit slowly.. just up and down..." You did as he said, staring into his dark, chocolate eyes as you massaged your clit. "I didn't tell you to do circular motions, did I, Y/n?" He heckled you in a commanding tone. You shook your head, smirking slightly over your defiance. "Stick your fingers in your pussy." You did as you were told. "Are you tight?" He asked. You nodded, licking your lips and breathing heavily. "Come over here.. now." He demanded, pointing to the other side of the bed.

You walked over to the other side of the bed and stood in front of him. "Tell me what to do, Stiles." You all but begged.

"Turn around and bend over again. I want to see if you are as tight as you claim." You grinned, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you, and bent over. Your tit popped out of your tank top as you touched your toes with your fingertips. He took a handful of your ass in his good hand and squeezed hard. You yelped quietly. He slapped his hand hard against your plump ass, a smack which echoed through the house and he hoped did not wake up his best friend upstairs. You moaned. "You are such a dirty girl. You like it when I spank you?" He asked, his arousal taking over his body.

"Yes..." You whispered breathlessly.

Stiles rubbed his tongue against his top left canine and smirked, raising his eyebrows quickly, pleased with how well this was going and how turned on you both were. He grabbed a handful of your ass again, then slipped two of his fingers into your neatly waxed, pink, wet cunt. Your tight walls resisted against his fingers entrance into you, but he forced them in. He pressed down, hitting your g-spot. "God fucking damnit, I want to just.... break you." Stiles whispered to you. "Come back over here, I need you to make yourself cum." He insisted. You walked back to your spot and laid down next to him again. "Cum for me." He whispered.

You wet your fingers with your own juices again and began rubbing hard and vigorously against your throbbing clit. "Mmmm.. Stiles...." You moaned, intoxicated by his presence and participation in your lust-filled game. Your teeth drew the faintest amount of blood as you bit your lip hard in anticipation of the orgasm you knew was imminent. Stiles breathed heavily, watching you shut your eyes, arch your back, and quicken your pace. Your fingers were a blur of flesh over your clit. He listened to you trying to stifle your moans, as he ran his fingers up and down your shin. You gave him no warning before your body began convulsing with pleasure. Your fingers slowed but remained pressed firmly against your pussy.

"Oh that's it, baby.. let it out." Stiles spoke quietly. He felt your legs shaking even after the orgasm ceased. He let out a sigh of relief. He was hornier than ever but knew that there was nothing he could do about himself. He was glad you were taken care of. He looked down at you, knuckles still white while gripping the sheets underneath you, cum slowly slipping down your ass cheek between your tightly closed legs, and you turned on your side, trying to control your shakes. "Are you okay?" He asked, craning his neck to try to look at you.

"Mhmm.." You exhaled.

"Was that too much?" He asked, self doubt and consciousness suddenly creeping in. "Was that weird..?"

You sat up, your legs still shaking with some force, and looked at Stiles. "That was not too much, and it was not weird.. at least not for me."

"It wasn't for me either."

"It was actually incredibly sexy seeing you know exactly what you wanted and being a little gruff and forceful with me. I wouldn't mind seeing that side of you more often.." You admitted, flopping your body beside his and rubbing his chest under his shirt. You just wanted to touch him at that point. You were satisfied but so turned on by how manly and sexy your boyfriend was.

"You think I was sexy? Pshh. I've never seen anything more insanely.... mmmmf." Stiles balled his fist, not finding the words to explain. "Nothing sexier than you touching yourself or really watching you orgasm. Holy shit...."

"I wish I could help you.." You lamented, staring at his very erect cock.

"I'll live. It'll be good build up for when I finally get to be inside of you again." Stiles smiled and kissed you on the lips. "Go clean up, I'll put our friend away and we can go to sleep before Scott comes down wondering what all this noise has been."

Stiles watched you walk back in with new pajamas on. You closed the curtain over the couch, letting the living room fall into darkness again, and curled up next to Stiles. He fell asleep holding your hand.

31 <- -> 33

The boy is learning. Good on him.

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