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theroomofreq · 3 years

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can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest. He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion. She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Hero Complex | Owen Patrick Joyner

Requested by anonymous: Hi!! Can you do one where the reader is Jeremys little sister and she comes to set and hits it off with Owen and they start to hang out a lot and Jeremy gets really protective of her

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for!

Pairing: Owen Patrick Joyner x Little Shada!Reader, Jeremy Shada x Little Sister!Reader

Warnings: fluff, big fight, anxiety

Words: 7,084

Reader’s POV

Jeremy and I have been the best of friends ever since the day I was born. He might be my older brother, but I’ve always considered him more like my best friend. We used to play games together when we were younger where I’d pretend to be a princess and he was the knight protecting my castle from dragons and dangerous monsters. Or, when we were in a swimming pool, I’d pretend to be a mermaid and he was my dolphin. We played so many pretend games, I’d lost track of most of them. When we got older and made a lot of new friends, we still tried to take at least one night in the week where we’d spend time together, whether it was watching movies together or jamming or just chatting about absolute nonsense or going out together. I even got to be his best (wo)man when he married Carolynn about a month ago, and we’ve been calling each other non-stop since he started this new project of his with Netflix called Julie and The Phantoms. I helped him prepare for his audition and was equally as excited as he was when he got it. This role was written for him. Though, when bootcamp and filming started, it did mean I’d have to miss him for a very long time since he was all the way in Vancouver for months on end. So, now I’ve come up with the idea to go and visit him and Carolynn in Canada. I’d called Carolynn to help me out and surprise him. She picked me up from the airport just a few minutes ago, and as we’re catching up in the car, I can’t help but feel giddy at seeing my brother again. It feels ages since I’ve last seen him at his wedding. That’s also when I saw the rest of the cast last. Jeremy had introduced me to the ones that were at the party, and I loved hanging out with them. It felt like being introduced to one big family that quickly became part of my own family. That was one fun night, but that’s all it was. One night of spending time with all these people and then never hearing or seeing them again. To be fair, they were all really busy with rehearsals and filming and everything. “Are you ready?” Carolynn asks when we’re at the door of their Vancouver apartment. “Yes!” I reply in a hushed voice, just to make sure Jeremy doesn’t hear me. Carolynn unlocks the door and walks in first, I follow suit. My eyes dart around quickly to take in as much as possible before the two of us turn a corner to the living room here Jeremy’s on the couch, watching something on the tv. “What’re you watching, bro?” His head snaps up at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening as he takes in my presence. “No way!” he exclaims as he gets up quickly and rushes over to me, taking me in his arms in a bone-crushing hug. “I can’t believe you’re here!” he mumbles in my ear as he twirls me around. “I wanted to surprise you,” I tell him as he puts me down again, taking my hands in his instead. “I don’t go back to college until like next week, so I figured, why not?” I’m overexplaining again, I know it. Jeremy doesn’t care how I’m here, he just cares that I’m here. “You wanna come to Set with me today?” he asks with this sparkle in his eyes he only gets when he’s really excited about something. “I’m sure the others would love to see you again!” I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I think about how much fun they all were at the wedding. There’s no denying that I’d love to see them again too. So, I nod my head eagerly, earning an excited squeal from the boy in front of me. “The driver will be here in half an hour, you need some time to freshen up after your flight?” “Yes, please!” Carolynn guides me to the bathroom where she puts out a pair of towels for me. I shoot her a thankful smile and when she’s out of the bathroom, I get into the shower. Once I’m all dressed and ready to go, the driver is already in front of the building. “Hey, Darren,” Jeremy greets as he gets in. “My little sister’s coming with me today.” He buckles himself into the seat as I do the same. “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” I say to the driver. He gives me a kind smile through the rearview mirror, letting out a small ‘hi’. He must not be very talkative. “What scenes are you filming today?” I ask my brother instead whilst the driver heads down to the next stop. “I think there’s a gig scene we’re filming today,” he answers, and the car comes to a standstill. “We’ve got about ten more minutes before Charlie and Owen head down. You want some coffee?” My eyes bulge out of their sockets at the thought of caffeine alone. I’ve been up for so long, I could use a good shot of wakeup-juice. “Guess that’s a yes. Let’s go!” he lets out a chuckle before getting out of the car with me in tow. “Do I need to remember anything I can or can’t do on set?” I ask the only thought that’s been haunting my mind since coming up with this idea. I knew he was going to have to work, and I also knew he would want to bring me to set. As a newbie to this entire world of filming a show, I worried I would be in the way or say the wrong things or break something. I knew I needed some pointers from my best friend to calm me down. “Just try not to trip over anything, Clumsy,” he simply answers before turning to the barista. This coffee shop seems really quiet at this time of the day, there are no customers at the counter. Just a few at the tables, most of them with their laptops open. “A large coffee with two extra espresso shots, and a medium black coffee to go, please,” he tells the man behind the counter. “Can I get your names, please?” he asks with the pen in hand. “You can write Shada on both of them,” Jeremy answers. The man nods his head curtly before scribbling down the name on both cups. He pays the barista and then moves to the end of the counter, pulling me along. “Filming with Kenny Ortega is really chill, Lil’ One, no need to worry,” he reassures me, taking me into a side-way hug, planting a kiss to my hair. “I’m just really nervous to be on a set, does that sound ridiculous?” I ask, twisting the bracelet around my wrist. It’s the one I got from Jeremy and Carolynn for Christmas last year. “No, I think that’s pretty normal. I ought to bring you to set more often, get you used to it all.” “Yeah,” I agree in a hushed voice, going over every possible situation that could go wrong. My train of thought is interrupted by the barista calling out our last name, sliding the two cups over at us. I grab the large cup whilst Jeremy takes his, and exit the joint to head back to the car. “Oh, seems like we’re right on time,” he points out, waving at two boys near the car. The brunette I know as Charlie, waves back before hopping into the front seat next to Darren. The blonde guy, better known as Owen, doesn’t get in yet, and instead waits for us to reach the car. He holds the door open for me, letting me get in first before hopping in himself. Jeremy jogs to the other side, getting in there. Now I’m squeezed between the two boys, clutching my coffee as if my life depends on it. “It’s good to see you again, lil’ Shada,” Charlie says, turning to face us. I giggle at the nickname. They’d called me that at the wedding. The entire night. “Surprising your big brother?” I nod my head in response. “Yeah, I didn’t have anything better to do, so… Came to annoy my brother and his buddies at work.” This makes all three boys laugh, which, not going to lie, makes me feel ten times more at ease. I thought seeing the boys again would be awkward. It’s anything but that. They make me feel so relaxed, and as though I’m a part of their group. Once we’re at the set, Jeremy introduces me to most of the crew and the rest of the cast, but especially Kenny Ortega. “Oh, look at that! Lil’ Shada’s here!” he says, opening his arms for a hug, which I gladly give him. I did meet him at the wedding, but it was so brief, I didn't think he’d remember me. “Hi, Kenny!” I greet excitedly and then let go of him. “You don’t mind if I hang around the set the next couple of days, right?” He inspects me from head to toe, eyebrows raised, and I can’t help the anxiety that’s welling up inside of me. I knew I shouldn’t have come over, I knew this was a bad idea. Kenny doesn’t want me here. I’m just going to be in the way of his mastermind working its magic on this show. I’m going to be a distraction for the actors, especially Jeremy. “Of course I don’t mind, Lil’ Shada! Jeremy's family is my family!” The pressures and intrusive thoughts wash away immediately. Those are the words I needed to hear. I sometimes think I need too much affirmation and confirmation, that other people get annoyed. My therapist told me that’s just my anxious brain speaking. He said if I want confirmation, I need to ask for it. Jeremy has been a great sport in my mental health journey from the very beginning. He took me to my sessions, did the exercises my therapist gave me with me. He’s always making sure I’m okay and gives me the confirmation I need whenever he feels I need it. Which is always at the right moment. “See, Lil’ One? Told you it would be okay!” I shoot both the men a thankful and relieved smile. Kenny places a hand on my shoulder as he passes me, leaving Jeremy and me all by ourselves. “You wanna go to makeup and wardrobe with me?” he asks, to which I nod. He then grabs my hand and leads me to the destined trailer. The second I step inside, I hear an ear-piercing screech coming from one of the chairs, and before I know it, I’m engulfed in a group hug by two pairs of arms. The sweet floral scent entering my nose tells me who it is without having to look at them. Savannah Lee May and Victoria Caro. “Hi, girlies,” I giggle, hugging them back equally as tight. The two let go of me, keeping me at arms length to inspect my entire being. Their make-up is only half done, Savannah’s hair is curled to perfection whilst Tori’s is put up in curlers. “I can’t believe you’re here, Lil’ Shada!” Savannah says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “We were just talking about you last night,” she points at Tori, who nods vigorously. “Yeah! We were wondering when we’d see you again because we missed you after your brother’s wedding!” the smaller girl explains. My heart melts at the idea of these two girls caring so much about me, they’re wondering when they’d see me again. “Aw, you guys! I missed you too!” I pout, trying my hardest not to start crying from happiness. “Hey! What about us?!” Owen’s voice sounds from the back of the trailer. I turn around to find him in the last chair, getting his hair done. “I missed you too, Owen, but I already saw you earlier!” I tell him whilst making my way to Madison and Jadah in the other chairs. I hug them each from behind, making sure not to ruin their neatly-done hair. “Yeah! But you didn’t say you missed us!” he exclaims. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout. Shaking my head, I make my way towards him and place my hands on his shoulders as I stand behind him. “I thought that was a given,” I whisper in his ear and then turn again to find Sacha and my brother near the doorway. The latter is looking at me with happiness emanating from his eyes. “Hey, Sacha!” I offer the boy a wave, which he returns with a smile. A busy-looking woman squeezes past me towards Owen, so I take a step back to give her more room. I watch her as she plays around with his hair, using spritzes of hairspray to keep it in place. I always loved doing other people’s hair when I was younger. I braided all of my cousins’ hair or used curlers on them whilst playing ‘hair-dresser’. My love for hairdressing went out the door as I got older and more anxious, but seeing this woman play around with Owen’s hair so determinedly, it reawakens the desire and enthusiasm. “This is Teresa,” Owen says when he catches me staring at his head and Teresa’s fingers. “She’s a magician when it comes to hair.” Teresa shoots me a kind smile through the mirror, which I nervously return. They caught me staring, that must’ve been a weird -- and kind of creepy, let’s be honest -- sight. “Y/N used to dream about becoming a hairdresser,” Jeremy informs them when he’s taken a seat in one of the chairs too. As both Teresa and Owen look at me with surprise in their eyes, I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “You wanna give it a try?” Teresa asks, stepping aside from Owen. I open my mouth in pure horror, not knowing what to tell her. There’s no way I could ever do what Teresa’s doing. What if I mess it up entirely? What if I ruin all the work Teresa has put into his hair? What if I ruin Owen’s hair? “There’s not much you can do wrong with Owen’s hair. It pretty much just does what you ask,” Teresa tries to reassure me after probably seeing the absolute horror in my face. I glance at Owen in the mirror. He gives me an encouraging nod. “Okay…” I mumble and step up to his chair. “How do you need his hair?” I ask Teresa. Owen’s character Alex probably has a specific way to how he wears his hair. He’s a ghost from the 90’s, I’m sure it’s a little different from his usual hairstyle. “Leonardo DiCaprio from Titanic,” Teresa simply replies, which is enough for me to know. I nervously raise my fingers to Owen’s head, suddenly anxious about the fact that I’m going to be touching this attractive man’s hair. My eyes dart over to his reflection in the mirror, our eyes locking. He licks his lips before they curl up into a smile that gives me enough encouragement to just go for it. I play around with it a little and grab a comb to guide me before asking the hairspray. Teresa hands me the bottle and I spritz some more of the product onto his blonde locks. Though Teresa has already done the works, pretty much, I’m just left with the finishing touches. It takes me about five minutes to get it in perfect shape. “You can tell you’ve had years of practice,” Teresa says, impressed at my work. “I mean, you pretty much did the gist, I just… finished it…” I trail off shyly. I avert my eyes from Teresa to Owen, who’s checking himself out in the mirror. “No offense, T,” he starts, turning to Teresa, “But I think someone’s coming for your job.” I’m frozen to the floor from the compliments that I don’t even move when Owen gets up from his chair and turns around. Suddenly, he’s mere inches away from me and all I can do is crane my neck to look up at him. A vibe I never felt around him when I first met him surrounds us now, resting down on us like a blanket. I don’t know why this is happening or how, but all I can see for a good minute is Owen and his tender smile. Until he places his hands on my waist, picks me up, and puts me down again a feet further. “I gotta go,” he says with a smile, “See you around, Lil’ Shada.” He boops my nose. The sudden movement startles me a little. I watch him walk out of the trailer before I come back from my daze and find everyone else in the trailer looking at me. “What?!” I ask, confused at why I’m being stared at. “What was that about?” Jadah asks, chuckling as she turns to face me. “What was what?” I ask again, seriously unaware what had just happened. “You, pretty much drowning in Owen’s eyes,” Madison reminds me. The thought of Owen’s eyes looking into mine just minutes ago warms me up from the inside out. Especially the nose-boop. “What?! No, I wasn’t,” I deny, but I don’t think I can hide it from either of these people. Thank God Jeremy had left before Owen. He would not have liked that. Jeremy is an amazing brother, but he can get a little overprotective when it comes to love-interests. “I’m gonna go…” I cough awkwardly, trying to come up with a good excuse, “Find my brother…” That feeling I had in that trailer doesn’t subside for the rest of the day. Sometimes I think it does, and then Owen looks my way or sends me a wink from the other side of the room and I’m back to feeling absolutely and utterly mushy. “Hey, you wanna go get lunch with us, Lil’ One?” Jeremy asks around noon when they’re done filming the scene. I take a look behind him, Owen and Charlie standing there, awaiting my answer. I lock eyes with Owen again, and he offers me a beautiful smile that persuades me. “Yeah, sure,” I reply and link my arm with Jeremy’s. The two other boys fall into step with us, Owen on my left, Charlie on Jeremy’s right. “Where are the others?” I ask. Not that I don’t like the idea of having lunch with these three boys. I just really like hanging out with the others too. “They had to start filming another scene, they had lunch earlier,” Jeremy informs me as we enter the restaurant on the other side of the street from the lot. Owen takes a seat next to me while Jeremy and Charlie sit down on the opposite side of the table. “So, Lil’ Shada,” Charlie starts after we’ve ordered our food and drinks. “I heard you did Owen’s hair this morning…” I am taken aback by his subject of choice, especially since he makes it sound so teasing. My eyes dart from my brother to Charlie and back, unsure of what to say. Owen jumps to the rescue then, feeling me tense up beside him. “Yeah, she did a wonderful job! Her fingers are kinda like magic.” I look up at him, earning a smile from him in return. “Yeah, well, what can I say? It’s a talent,” I flip my hair over my shoulder confidently, though in my mind I’m wondering where all this confidence comes from. Even Jeremy is a little surprised by it whilst the other boys just laugh. “Maybe you should ask Kenny to start next week,” Charlie suggests with an excited grin. “Yeah! Then you could stay with us longer!” Owen’s enthusiasm dazzles me even more so than the words that come out of his mouth. He wants me to stay longer… “I still have to get through college, you guys. I can’t just quit?” I’m catapulted back into reality as those words roll off my mouth. “Do you know how much college costs?!” Owen and Charlie share a glance, wondering if either one of them knows. “I’m an actor, Lil’ Shada, so no…” Owen whispers in my ear without breaking eye contact with his buddy on the other side of the table. I let out a laugh, shaking my head in amusement. “How long are you staying?” Charlie then asks, his eyes flickering from me to Owen and back. “A week. I start college again next Monday,” I reply when the waitress finally brings us our food. “Thank you,” I say to her with a smile, the others doing the same. “So, you’re just gonna stay a week?” Owen queries before taking a bite from his lunch. “Yep… Going home on Sunday,” I answer. The disappointment in his face is prominent. “But I might come back soon if Jeremy will let me.” My eyes dart over to my brother, who hasn’t said much since we sat down. “Can’t really say no to Lil’ Shada, can I?” My lips curl up in thankfulness. “Besides, I think the rest of the cast would hate my ass if I took you away from them.” His eyes flick towards Owen for a split second. He has caught on to the vibe Owen and I have been giving off towards each other. Maybe it’s not just in my mind. “That’s very true,” Owen agrees, his mouth full of food. I turn my head to look at him, eyebrows raised at his immature way of eating his food. My eyes then fall on his chin, which has a little dressing seeping down it. I raise my hand and swipe my finger across his skin, taking the sauce away. He freezes at that moment, halting mid-chew. “Dressing,” I show him before licking it off my thumb. He swallows harshly and when I look back at the boys on the other side of the table, they’re staring at me too with wide eyes. “Someone ought to get this dude a bib,” I joke, trying to take the tension away. Charlie lets out a laugh, nodding his head agreeingly before turning back to his food. My brother, however, just raises his eyebrows at me. He doesn’t love the idea of his little sister being intimate with anyone. Especially not one of his best buddies. I can’t help it though. I’m a twenty-one year old woman, I have feelings. I have hormones. Jeremy’s overprotectiveness isn’t going to take away the fun from this week. I’m not going to let it.

And I don’t. I spend the entire week on set, either hanging out with some of the girls or with my brother and the other boys. Teresa lets me help out in the mornings with the cast’s hair, teaching me some new tips and tricks. If anything, it just brings me closer to the cast, which is a nice bonus. Mainly because it also brings me closer to Owen. The connection we created during my time in Vancouver has only grown from that first day. Whenever Jeremy’s not around or he can’t hear it, the two of us harmlessly flirt with one another and, whenever he doesn’t have a scene to shoot, we hang out together. One day, he took me to Julie’s bedroom set where we sat on her bed and talked until we fell asleep huddled up into a cuddle. Jeremy wasn’t happy when he found us like that. Even though I did tell him it was just an innocent nap. He didn’t take it. My brother’s disapproval didn’t stop us though. We just kept going to that set to take a nap together. It has become my favorite part of the day. “Hey,” he captures my attention. We’re cuddled up on Julie’s bed, legs entangled. My head’s resting on his chest, one arm slung over his stomach whilst the other is squished between our bodies. He has his left arm draped around my shoulder, his fingers trailing up and down my arm. “What?” I ask, looking up at him. He’s staring at the decorative lights above us. “Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” His voice sounds so soft, I’d almost believe he’s sad. “I mean… Yeah… I don’t think I can miss my first classes of the semester,” I whisper as though it’s a secret. My fingers start drawing patterns on his chest and abdomen as my eyes focus on them instead of his face. I’m too scared I might kiss him if I keep looking at him. “Can’t you follow them online? Or just… I don’t know…” he exhales deeply, my head bobbing along. “I just don’t want you to leave yet.” I want to reply, but people bursting in the room cut me off. I scramble upright, terrified it might be Jeremy. Instead, Owen and I are tackled by Charlie, Savannah and Madison. “Group cuddle!” they scream, making me and Owen giggle. I go back to my previous position while Charlie comes to rest his head on my thigh, his arms around my waist, the rest of his body curled up between Owen and me. Savannah takes Owen’s other side, mirroring my position while Madi rests her head on his stomach. “What were you guys chatting about so intimately?” Savannah asks, followed by a yawn. “Me leaving,” I sigh joylessly. I feel Charlie’s arms tighten around me and Owen tense beneath me. Savannah’s eyes lock with mine, a pout forming on her face. “I don’t want you to leave. It’s been way too fun with you around,” she whispers. “I agree,” Charlie mutters. “Ditto,” says Madison, making me smile widely. Even more so when Owen presses a kiss to my hair. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life. Not on some stupid campus studying for a job I don’t even want to do. I need more time with these people. And I’m going to get it. It’s about time I did something for myself instead of constantly doing shit for others.

“Can I talk to you guys for a moment?” I ask Carolynn and Jeremy at the dinner table. Jeremy halts, his fork lifted mid-air, while Carolynn simply places her cutlery down, giving me her undivided attention. I inhale deeply, trying to gather all of my courage. “I was wondering if I could stay here a little longer? I haven’t talked to mom and dad yet, but I wanna do an independent study this year while interning with Teresa.” Jeremy drops his fork on his plate, a loud clatter echoing through the place. “She asked if that would be something I’m interested in, and to be quite frank, I am. Helping around this week really reminded me of how much I loved doing it.” I glance at Jeremy, noticing how tense and frustrated he’s becoming with every word I say. “Being a doctor was never my dream, Jer. It was mom’s. I think I need to do this. I need to do more things for myself instead of wanting to please others.” “I agree, sweetie,” Carolynn chimes in, offering me a supportive smile before the two of us turn back to the man of the house. He has his lips pursed, clearly mulling this over in his head. “This is about Owen, isn’t it?” he finally asks. The mention of the boy I had grown so attached to startles me at first, I didn’t expect him to be brought up in this conversation since it has nothing to do with him. “He put you up to this?” I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I have no clue what to tell him. On one hand, I do want more time with him and Charlie and all the other cast members. I want more time with my brother. But I can’t hide that it’s mostly Owen that’s drawing me here. Spending time with him made me feel so much more connected to myself, in some way. He calms my anxiety. He makes me feel happy. Genuinely happy. “Of course he didn’t, Jer. Why would he do that?” I finally manage to bring out. “Because you’re clearly in love with him, Y/N!” The loudness of his voice and harshness of his tone makes me flinch. “But he’s not right for you! He’s distracting you from your goals, making you think this is what you want! You don’t know what love feels like but you think you do! You and Owen can’t happen, and you can’t stay here. You have to go back home!” The anger and frustration builds inside of me, and pours out in the form of tears. “You don’t have a say in this, Jer! I am twenty-one, I’m not a child anymore! I can decide what I want to do with my life and I can decide who I love!” I’m surprised by the words that flow out of my mouth. “I get that you wanna be the protective brother, Jeremy, but this is going too far. You have to let me make my own mistakes! You have to let me live my life the way I want it to!” He angrily shoves his chair back when he stands up in frustration, making Carolynn flinch. “You’re still a child, Y/N!” he shouts at me. I stand up too, leaning my hands on the tabletop. “I’m not even a year younger than you, Jer! If I’m a child, so are you!” I yell back. “At least I’m married and have a family!” he aggressively points at Carolynn, who’s rubbing her face in desperation. My eyes flicker from my sister-in-law back to my brother. “I would be in a relationship if you didn’t scare off every person I ever brought home!” “I didn’t want you getting hurt, but did I ever get a thank you for that?!” I scoff at him. He’s not playing the petty card right now. “That’s just life, Jer! People get hurt! People break your heart! But you never even let me experience that pain because you’re too obsessed with being the good brother!” My heart is pounding out of my chest. Jeremy and I have never fought like this. Sure, we used to bicker when we were teenagers, but it’s always been something stupid. This screaming match sounds like years of bundled up distress from both of us. “You have a hero complex, Jer…” I lower the volume of my own voice. Jeremy lets his head drop, knowing all too well I’m right. About everything. About the hero complex, about him meddling in my life. Everything. “I think it’s better if you go to your room for a while, Y/N,” Carolynn orders sweetly. The pent-up anger still hasn’t gone completely, it makes me want to lash out at Carolynn too. “Still not a child,” I mutter instead before grabbing my bag and leaving the apartment. Once the cold Vancouver air hits me, the realization of what just happened does too. The tears escape again, along with anger and regret. I don’t regret what I said to my brother. It’s the truth. It’s exactly what I’ve been thinking for years. What I do regret is telling him all of that in a burst of anger instead of a civilized conversation like we used to back in the day. That’s the only thing I really do regret. After a while of roaming the streets of Vancouver and getting riled up about the whole situation again, I find myself aggressively knocking at Charlie and Owen’s door. I don’t know where else to go and Owen’s the only one who could calm me down from the anger and frustration I’m still holding inside for my brother. I still can’t believe he even dared to say that to me. “Lil’ Shada!” Charlie greets excitedly, but his smile quickly disappears upon seeing my state of being. Jaw clenched, balled fists, tears running down my face. “Hey, Gorgeous, are you okay?” Owen appears in the door too after hearing Charlie utter my nickname. Upon seeing the boy, I race into the apartment, grab his face and bring him down to meet his lips. He’s startled at the force and aggression I’m putting into this kiss, but that soon dissolves when he kisses back. His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer and closer until I can’t do anything else but wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me tight, scared he might drop me while my fingers find their way into his hair. I pull back from his lips, but keep my forehead pressed to his. Both of us are panting from the intensity. I can tell from that sparkle in his eyes he has no clue what happened, but he wanted it to happen for a while. “I’m gonna stay,” I tell him in a whisper, which only makes the sparkle in his eyes more earnest. Without another doubt, he crashes his lips on mine again. This time, he takes it a little slower, making it more sensational without depriving it from the sizzle from before. I try to forget about the fight I’d just had with Jeremy and focus solely on Owen, but my brain counteracts. His words are on repeat in my mind like syncopated beats. This time Owen pulls back when he no doubtedly tastes the saltiness of my tears mixing in with the passion. He looks at me, the sparkle in his eyes making room for worry. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispers, putting me down on my feet again but keeping his arms around me and my body close. “I’m sorry, I just…” I inhale sharply, “I had a major fight with Jeremy and I just can’t shake it. I have never seen him like this…” Owen snakes his arms around my shoulders, pushing him closer into his chest. He lets me cry for a while, holding me in his arms until I’ve calmed down a little. He takes me to the couch where Charlie’s sitting too. I hadn’t even noticed him still in the room, let alone that he moved. “Talk to me, Gorgeous,” Owen whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He’d stopped calling me “Lil’ Shada” a while ago, which makes me feel like I’m more than just Jer’s little sister. Savannah told me it was what he did to anyone he liked. Those little details are his way of showing his appreciation or love to someone. I like the small details in Owen’s love language. “I wanted to ask him and Care if I could stay at their place a little while longer, and I told him about the independent study and internship I wanted to do while here. For some reason, he thought I was doing all of this for you, that you put me up to this.” Owen inhales sharply at this. I can tell he hates being part of a fight between two people that mean a lot to him. “I told him it had nothing to do with you, but he didn’t believe me. He was shouting and screaming that I was still a child and that I couldn’t make my own decisions. I told him he had a hero complex,” I scoff at myself. This whole fight sounds even more ridiculous now. “Told him that he wants to be the good brother and that he has this idea of being a good brother that doesn’t let his little sister live… or love.” Owen’s eyes flick at mine, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I shouldn’t have shouted at him though… This was all just pent-up anger and frustration from the past twenty-one years. I should’ve just told him to back off like an adult instead of yelling at him like a child.” I glance at Charlie, who had been listening to the entire conversation. His eyes look somber, almost heartbroken. These two boys are just too good for this world. I can’t imagine a life without them anymore. “We both acted like children,” I mutter, shaking my head. There’s rap on the door, shaking all three of us awake from the somber cloud we’re all on because of me. We exchange glances, knowing exactly who’s at the door. Charlie goes first, Owen and me following suit. The anxiety welling up inside of me must be visible to him because he takes my hand, intertwining our fingers as we stand a little behind Charlie as he opens the door. “Hey, Char… Is Y/N here?” I hear my brother ask. The Canadian boy opens the door a little further, presenting Owen and I. Jeremy had been crying too, I can tell. His eyes are red and puffy, his lips swollen from biting on them in distress. “I’m so sorry, Lil’ One,” he mutters from the door. That’s enough for me to let go of Owen and launch myself into my brother’s arms. He’s stunned at first, but then wraps his arms around me too. “I know I can be a little overbearing sometimes, but you have to know it’s only because I love you,” he whispers in my ear, followed by a sniffle. “You’re an adult, just like me, and it’s time I treat you like one.” I push him back slightly but keep my hands on his shoulders. “It’s about time you figured that out.” He lets out a chuckle, dropping his head in defeat. “Hey,” he looks back up. “Thanks for looking out for me. I know you mean well.” “We’re family, Lil’ One, we’re supposed to look out for one another,” he looks past me at the two other boys, “We’re all family.” Charlie and Owen walk up to us, the latter scratching the back of his head with a pained expression on his face. “Yeah, can we not call it a family? Because otherwise, I’m in love with a family member.” He places his hands on my shoulders and presses a kiss to my hair. I meet his eyes whilst my heart beats faster. He’s in love with me. A boy I’m in love with is in love with me too. I mean, of course he is, he wouldn’t have kissed me like that. Jeremy glances from me to Owen and back, trying to decide what to think about this entire situation. I can tell it’s hard for him to let this idea of his little sister go, but he’s trying. “Be careful with her, alright? You might be my best friend, but I will not hesitate to kill you,” Jeremy’s pointing at Owen, a harsh look on his face. “Bro, I could never hurt her,” he reassures my older brother, and me at the same time. “You better keep that promise, Joyner!” That night, Jeremy calls Carolynn over too, and the five of us sit on the couch all night, talking and watching movies. I love being in Owen’s arms so much. Though we used to cuddle and be flirty with each other before, it really does give a whole different vibe knowing I could just turn my head and kiss him now. My parents allow me to stay in Vancouver and go through with my plan, much to all of our relief. Days on set are amazing. I help Teresa and the other hairstylists every morning and during all the scenes when they need touch ups, spend every night at Owen’s and Charlie’s place, and have the most fun I ever had in my life with all these people around here. “Cuddle session?” Owen whispers in my ear when we’re rounding up the scene. His sudden hands on my shoulders and lips against my ear makes me jump at first, but I calm down just as quickly. “Baby, I’m working,” I giggle, clearing all the hair products from the table, knowing he’ll convince me within five seconds. Teresa really is a very loose mentor and wouldn’t mind if I escaped now. “But you’re almost finished though? And Teresa is here to take over from you?” he tries, which makes me look up at him, and then at Teresa. The woman I call my Canadian mother winks at me, letting me know I’m good to go. I turn around in Owen’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You are so lucky Teresa’s this awesome,” I tell him and peck his lips quickly. “Thank you, T.” I grab Owen’s hand and guide him to the bedroom set we’d used so many times for cuddles, whether that be alone or with the others. The second we’re in the room, Owen tugs at my arm, making me stumble into him with a squeal. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he cups my face with his warm hands and brings me in for a passionate kiss. He pushes me backwards when I kiss back, right until I feel the bed push into the back of my knees. I crawl backwards, Owen following suit as he’s still attached to my lips. He pulls back for a moment, looking me in the eyes with those tender eyes of his. He’s holding up his weight by placing a hand next to my head, using the other to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you,” he whispers, causing the corners of my mouth to curl up into a smile automatically. “I love you too,” I whisper back and diminish the space between our lips by pulling him down by the back of his neck. My fingers tangle up into the blonde hair I styled this morning. Doing his hair might just be my favorite part of the day, along with this. “Group cuddle!” Our intimate moment is disturbed by a mop of our friends attacking us on the bed. With a groan, Owen drops next to me, the others piling onto us. That lunch break, all of us take a collective nap on Julie’s bed, some on stomachs, on chests, shoulders, thighs. All our limbs are tangled up together, no bystander would be able to tell which limb belongs to who. To say my new job is the best ever would be an understatement.

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mama said to smile while I still have teeth : PART TWO

(part one)

(or) Billy gets his wisdom teeth removed and Steve understands things will not grow back in the spaces we leave for them.

Billy hops down from the passenger side like it’s written in a script or something. Part B of his master plan, logical in the journey of what happens next.

He swings the car door open and charges through wet grass. Neon green blades stick to the heel of his boot, lopsided smile drawn forward to inspect the ferns nestled on either side of a welcome mat that says Bless this Mess.

It’s as if he’s been here before.

As if he belongs.

Steve watches Billy collapse on the porch swing, arms and legs folded under him like a house of cards toppled over in the wind. He must not realize that it’s functional, or something, because Billy sits bolt upright and uses the toe of his boot to get the swing moving, once he does.

Really moving, like. Banging against the bay window his mother leaves clear for her azaleas, moving.

Billy hollers. Makes grabby hands, like, “Push me!”

“You’re gonna get sea sick.” Steve chuckles, watching Billy shrug and take it for a ride.

Billy brings the swing to a sudden halt, when. “How come you’re all the way down there?” he asks.

Catching on.

Steve watches him struggle to get his feet up on the swing. Feels his heart shudder in fondness, when Billy grins up at him triumphantly.

“Didn’t know there were other options.” Steve says.

“There aren’t. Come here.” Billy gestures to the porch when Steve’s legs decide to fizzle out. “It’s a carnival ride. You got one on your porch, at your house, and--”

Steve claims of the second cushion when Billy removes the thumb from his mouth long enough to spell it out for him. “Cuddles.” He says.

Simple.

And his eyes are so blue. Bright. Steve doesn’t have a choice because, really, they’ve swapped sides with the rope.

Up and left this dimension all together when the flea got squashed by the acrobat deciding that they could skip the apologies and get to the good part.

Steve realizes that he wants this.

Billy. Scooting impossibly closer and humming the bridge to Mama Mia. “You smell good, Stever.” Billy says around the pad of his thumb. Dripping more blood down the front of his hoodie, and. Trying to get his face in Steve’s neck.

Which should be gross, but.

Steve just clears a path. Makes room for the warm nose that sniffs a trail up and around one ear. “You said I smelled like ass,” He accuses, sounding shaky. Star struck.

Billy’s breath feels like fairy wings. “Wrong. I said you smell like sweet grass and have a sweet ass, didn’t you pay attention to my context clues?”

“Um.” There’s something warm on Steve’s throat. Going wet in the middle, parting and sucking and--

He pulls away.

Billy smiles at him. tries to get in Steve’s lap but the bench moves with him and when the bench moves with him, Steve’s got a brick wall glued to his side.

Shivering. Cold, or afraid. Nervous.

“You tired?”

Billy shakes his head. With his whole body. “Wanna hang out.”

“You can sleep for a little bit. I’ll still be there, when you--”

Billy grunts. Refuses, so. Steve rubs the side of Billy’s shoulder, instead. Fabric and muscle and heat living somewhere beneath his fingertips. “You don’t wanna go in?”

“Nope.” Billy somehow works his way under Steve’s arm.

Feels right, striking oil in the heartland.

It starts raining again. Somewhere along the way, it starts getting cold and Billy shivers, peering up at Steve like he made it happen.

Like the heavens split open and bleeding at his command.

Steve chuckles, pushing off the swing and laughing harder when Billy squawks like an angry rooster.

“Where are we going?” He demands.

“Inside.”

Billy seems to hate that, like. Instantly.

“Don’t make me carry you, Hargrove.”

“Oh, look who’s got Popeye arms all of a sudden.” Billy leans back on the porch swing, thighs spread like. He has no idea how fucking--

It doesn’t matter.

“You need to eat.”

“My stitches haven’t fallen out.”

“Yeah, and they won’t. Not for days.” Steve leans against one of the porch posts, trying not to crack a smile when Billy’s thumb finds his mouth again. “Unless you’re planning to eat your hand, we gotta get some mac and cheese--”

Billy’s off the swing before Steve realizes what’s happened. He wanders in between the ferns in their bright orange pots. Jamming a thumb at the number above the doorbell, like, “This door?”

And. “Yeah?”

“This is the one with the cheese?”

“And the mac too.” Steve winks at him, watching a warm blush spread across a sea of freckles. He cocks his head, like, “What’s up?”

“Maybe we can do inside.” Billy says harshly. “For a minute. To kiss the noodles, or something--”

“Kiss the?”

“Open the door.” Billy suggests. “Now.”

So Steve does, biting down on a smile when Billy clomps through the foyer, tracking dirt and grass and pieces of Steve’s heart across imported marble.

“This is so huge.” Billy says softly. His eyes go bright all of a sudden and he’s right in Steve’s face. “You probably have so many pillows here. And chairs. And blankets, too, like. The big ones--”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s build a fort, Stever.” Billy says desperately. He bounces a little, managing to knock more mud onto the floor beneath him. “Let’s build a house. For me and you, and the noodles if they wanna stay the night.”

Steve grins, untangling Billy’s fingers from his hair. “Yeah, I guess we could do that.”

“Really?”

“Sure.” Steve points to the ground. “Boots off first, though.”

Billy jerks away. “No.”

“Stop being a little shit for like, three seconds--”

“Stop being party pooper. For like. Your entire adulthood.” Billy shoots back, collapsing onto the staircase and holding his foot in one hand anyway.

Steve holds his breath.

Billy stares at the boot, and his foot inside the boot, like maybe the connection between them is lost.

Steve feels like an asshole for finding it adorable, but. Billy looks up at him through his eyelashes.

“I think I’m still high.” He theorizes.

“Yup.” Steve tugs his own shoes off, placing them on the rack by the door.

“I don’t think I can untangle the knots.” Billy says miserably. He tries, though, scowling like the laces have done it on purpose.

Steve watches him struggle, and laughs at the struggle, before holding out his hands. “Give me your foot.”

Billy stares at him. “Really?”

“Our only other option is to wait around until you figure it out, and who knows how long that’ll take.” Steve says, waiting for Billy to shoot back with something venomous.

He doesn’t.

He coos, instead. Like a little baby bird, pointing his toes in the air with a giggle. “I’m Cinderella and you’re the prince,” Billy declares, laughing harder when Steve drops to his knees and gets the boot off in one go. “Prince Charming, Prince--”

“You’re just saying that because I have amazing hair and you have little blonde princess curls.”

“Hey.” Billy deadpans, holding out his second foot. “It grows out of my hair like that.”

“Head.” Steve chuckles.

Billy’s mouth falls open in a silent O, brows drawn in confusion.

Steve puts both muddy boots on the rack next to his own, smiling down at Billy’s puzzled face. “Your hair grows out of your head like that.”

“It does?” Billy asks in wonder. “I like it. Do you like it?”

And. “Yeah. It’s cute.” Steve says, holding out his hand. “Come on. Lunch time.”

Billy lets Steve pull him up, swaying a little bit at their proximity.

He doesn’t pull away, and.

This close his eyes aren’t just blue, they’re green. And yellow. And brown, like a kaleidoscope.

“Am I a cute person, Stever?” Billy asks softly.

“The cutest.” Steve says. Without thinking, but.

It doesn’t seem to matter. Because Billy’s high as a fucking kite, wiggling his hips and saying, “I think you’re cuter than me. Softer. Like an opil painting, or maybe a box of raspberry macaroons.”

Steve chuckles, not even trying to pull away when Billy’s fingers try to force their way into his mouth. “When have you had macaroons?”

“I haven’t,” Billy admits easily. “But I always thought that maybe you tasted like one.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something, but. Billy’s gone after that. Running his fingers along the wall and disappearing around the corner.

“C’mon, Stever! I want cheese flavored kisses.”

And Steve.

Doesn’t think Billy will remember this.

They order pizza instead. Steve knows that Billy’s gotta be careful with his incision marks. Not go to heavy on the fat and grease less than three hours after his surgery, but.

Steve tries to hold blue eyes even as they slip through his fingers. Pools and rivers disappearing beneath the Earth.

He’s starting to think that maybe.

All it would take is bat of those stupid eyelash and Steve would throw every responsible thought out the window.

Billy says, “You got a laundry machine?” After the pizza performs its vanishing act.

And Steve says, “Yeah, why?”

Two seconds before Billy is stripping down naked.

“Woah, woah, hey--”

“There’s Kool-Aid on my hoodie.” Billy says from behind a wall of fabric. “I can’t walk around with red juice on my clothes, people will know I’m a vampire then.”

“You’re a vampire?” Steve tries to look away from Billy’s stomach.

The smooth planes of skin, soft just above a layer of muscle. He puts a hand over his eyes for good measure. Safe keeping when Billy gets the hoodie off in one go and he’s standing there.

Shirtless.

In the middle of the room like some kind of wet dream Steve never even realized he had.

Billy grins, curls sticking out in every direction. “They’d think it.”

And Steve’s brain is, fucking.

Offline. Distracted. He blinks, tearing his eyes way from Billy’s chest long enough to go, “Think what?”

“That I’m a vampire.”

And Steve thinks he couldn’t be. Too tan. Too--

Alive. Steve shrugs. “I don’t think it.”

“That’s because you don’t think.” Billy tosses the hoodie onto floor. He points at Steve, like, “Can I wear your sweater?”

And Steve looks down at himself. “This one?”

“Yeah.” Billy says. “Smells like you.”

And Steve doesn’t even have to think about it. Doesn’t even consider what it might mean, pulling the fabric over his head and handing it to an asshole who examines his Kate Bush tee shirt and says, “That one too.”

Like he’s trying to make Steve catch on fire.

Steve shakes his head. “What will I wear if you take all my clothes?”

Billy shrugs, like, “Not my problem.”

And he’s uncovering truths with those eyes. Getting a little too close to the root of it, the revelation, so.

Steve gives Billy the shirt too.

And tries not to think about the four seconds that they’re both shirtless. Standing in a room together, just. looking. Charting unmarked skin, eyes glazing silver springs on bronze soil.

Billy puts the tee shirt on, and the sweater over the top of that, until It’s just Steve.

Half naked in the living room.

“I’ll go grab another shirt, and then, um.” It feels like the walls are burning down. Steve’s thoughts fall like bullet points. “We should go outside,” He says. “Wanna go sit on the swing?”

Billy frowns. “’S cold outside.”

“Yeah, but.” Steve picks the hoodie off the ground. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Billy’s fingers don’t leave his skin. Don’t soothe, when they light trails of smoke over his collarbone.

Steve leans into the touch anyway.

Gives into the pull, anyway, when Billy grabs his cheek and brings their eyes together, looking every bit like he’s got something to say.

Something important.

“What?” Steve asks. Wanting to touch. Wanting to--

“You know my mom threw a plate at my old man,” Billy says, eyes resting on a scar they both know is there. Hidden, like gold beneath caverns of rock. “The day she left, she. Threw my Mickie Mouse at him.”

“Your plate?”

“It was a bowl.”

“I’m sure he deserved it.” Steve says easily. “I’m sure it was the only way to win.”

“There aren’t any winners with stuff like that.” Billy says gently. His eyes are watery again. Steve’s getting suspicious of it, like maybe that’s just how the world comes together for Billy. With water and sphere’s of blue.

God hovering over the surface of the deep.

Billy sighs, thumb twitching against his leg. “Neil would’ve killed her.”

And Steve hates Neil.

Knows more than be probably should. Pays attention, takes notes.

“That just means she’s resourceful, right?” Steve whispers. “Using the stuff around her to fight fair.”

“Wasn’t fair.” Billy whispers, finally looking away. Eyes studying the rain as it drips from the trees above.

“Clean, then.” Steve shifts, rocking the porch swing as he sits criss-cross with his knees pressed against Billy’s thigh. “Even fight. Clean break.”

He wonders how he can get those eyes on him again.

How he can be taken apart.

“No such thing.”

Steve doesn’t get it. “What do you mean?”

“All breaks sever the bone.”

And Steve thinks. Maybe. “Are you high?” He squints at Billy’s face, trying to see if it’s written on his forehead.

Billy smirks. “I think so.”

“Still high.” Steve says, wanting to lift his fingers. Prod at swollen cheeks. He doesn’t, when Billy’s eyes start welling up again. “Don’t cry.” Steve suggests, sliding closer. “Don’t cry, Billy--”

“I’m sorry about--”

“I know.”

“That night. It was. I never should’ve--”

“She’s your sister.” Steve says fiercely. Because. “We were trying to protect you.” And he was. At the root of it all, deep in the center of himself. Steve turns outward again, feet planted on the ground. “We didn’t want you to get roped into our shit. With the monsters, you were.”

Billy’s staring at him.

Watching. Steve can feel it, so. He closes his own eyes, just to even the score. To make it easier when his lips say, “You’re too beautiful to have your life cracked open like that.”

Billy doesn’t speak until he does, voice flickering like candle light behind a window covered in frost. “Life was already laying in pieces on the rug.”

And there are fingers in Steve’s hair. Brushing tears from his cheeks. Billy grabs him by the throat with more care, more.

Love.

Than Steve ever thought he would get in this life. Billy moves him until they’re right in each other’s space. Breathing the same air, no longer running races to escape one another.

It feels right.

Billy smiles at him. “Thank you.”

And Steve doesn’t know what for. Doesn’t care what for, but there’s a finger on his mouth, parting his lips. Billy’s eyes burn a hole in his tongue. Clear a path through muscle and bone, until Steve is pulled forward.

Into an embrace.

Into a trilogy of kisses; on the corner of his eye. On the bridge of his nose. On the bow of his lip that turns biting. And bruising.

Billy asks if he can lay on Steve’s chest, because.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He says shyly. Billy kisses him once more and and Steve.

Goes down easy.

#harringrove #wisdom teeth #part two #I was so touched at the requests!#so here she is.#I don't know #lol #I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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Insert Coin - Chapter 3.d / Series Masterlist

“It could be awkward for the others to see me leaving your cottage,” Hajime spoke in the silence after Monokuma’s morning announcement, “The last thing we want is for someone to make… assumptions about us.”

“Just don’t let it come off awkward,” (Y/n) giggled as she pulled on her shoes, “It’s easy!”

“I don’t see how ‘just don't’ is a valid way of avoiding awkwardness…”

“Nobody can make fun of you if they don’t know what you’re doing wrong,” the girl stood, hand on the doorknob of her cottage, “In other words, if you’re confident, people won’t poke holes in what you’re doing! I’ve seen people walk into movies without getting tickets because they were just super confident. Look like you know what you’re doing and people will leave you alone,” she pulled the door open, letting Hajime out first, “Except Hiyoko.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Hajime hesitated as he walked off, but his posture suggested an allusion of bullheadedness unmatched by even Kazuichi. And, just as he’d desired, nobody approached him with teasing remarks or questions as he went to his own cottage to change. He could’ve done so while (Y/n) was changing in the bathroom, but apparently, her furniture was especially distracting - locking him in place on her bed.

Upon entering the dining hall, (Y/n) was struck into stunned silence. Her eyes widening in shock at the scene before her - Akane was wailing over the possible upcoming death of Nekomaru, Ibuki was mindlessly nodding along to any rude thing Hiyoko said, and Nagito… Nagito wasn’t even there.

Approaching Sonia, (Y/n) quirked a brow as she gestured to the group, “You know what their deal is?”

Shaking her head, the princess crossed his arms as she stared over her peers sadly, “Mikan said they feel warm, well, besides the obvious… ailments.”

“(Y/n)...” a loud groan came from behind the pair, both turning to see a paler-than-usual, sweaty, miserable Nagito stumbling over to them, “You look so disgusting today! So irrevocably horrific I can’t stand it, I hate that I have to see you! My day was perfect until I saw you!”

“Nagito, what the hell?” Hajime spat from the doorway, brows furrowed at the luck's rudeness, “She’s been nothing but nice to you this entire time- "

“What if he’s sick too?”

“Huh?”

“I feel fine!”

“Look at Akane and Ibuki,” (Y/n) pat her friend’s shoulder, she was ever so grateful for Hajime stepping in even though it probably wasn’t necessary, “they’re acting totally different from usual. It probably wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say Nagito was affected as well,” she placed a hand over the sickly boy’s forehead, “He’s warm too. He was warm yesterday.”

“No, I wasn’t!” Nagito’s breath grew ragged, sweating profusely in (Y/n)’s grasp, “I’m perfectly fine! Don’t touch me! I’d rather die than let you touch me!”

His eyes widened before rolling back, spittle flying from his mouth as he fell back - landing on the dining hall floor with a harsh ‘thud’. Rushing down to his side, (Y/n) took up the convulsing boy’s head and cradled it, looking to the Ultimate Nurse for guidance when loud giggling interrupted the group.

Monokuma held his little conniving paws in front of his mouth, clearly finding enjoyment out of the group’s hazy confusion, “Oh, dear! It seems that some of your friends have caught the Despair Disease!” at the group’s continued confusion, he huffed, forcing on a charisma of television’s finest host, “Surprise! It's your next motive! Ibuki has the Gullible Disease, Akane has the Coward Disease, and Nagito has the Liar Disease!" he gave a last few giggles and a warning of it being contagious before disappearing.

“Hajime, lift Nagito with me,” (Y/n) instructed, taking up the unconscious boy’s body as carefully as she could while speaking to the group, “Mikan, there’s a hospital on the third island, right?”

"R-r-right, we could c-care for them th-there," Mikan nodded.

As the group headed out, some straying farther away than others in fear of catching the Despair Disease, (Y/n) thought back to the things Nagito had said to her. It was silly, especially in a scenario such as theirs - but she couldn’t help but be transfixed on what he meant behind his lies.

Once everyone had been settled in the hospital and the communication device was being worked on by Kazuichi, (Y/n) found herself in a difficult situation. Jammed between two friends she cared for deeply.

“Hajime, you can’t be serious right now. He has the Liar’s Disease.”

“(Y/n)’s exactly wrong. She’s too stupid to figure it out.”

“He said he wanted me gone.”

“Hajime,” she muttered, taking the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb, “What do you think Liar’s Disease means?”

“It still hurt,” Hajime crossed his arms before turning towards the door, “I’m going to find Mikan…”

“Ask her to do another check-up on Nagito when she has the chance, please? He’s doing worse than the others and I’m not sure why,” (Y/n) had an inkling, but she shouldn’t spill secrets so openly.

A mere nod and Hajime was walking out, Nagito smiling as he spoke, “You’ve been such a nuisance this entire time. I need a better caretaker.”

It took a brief mental translation before (Y/n)’s heart was warming, “Oh, how sweet, I’m glad to be of service.”

“I really do hate your face, it’s hideous.”

“Never thought I’d take that as a compliment but there’s a first for everything, right?”

Upon Mikan’s entrance to the room she glanced between the patient and caretaker, her fingers racking together as she stepped towards Nagito’s IV, “H-how has he b-been doing?”

“Not well, he’s been talking about being extremely hot and keeps saying he feels great.”

“I…” Nagito’s eyes fluttered, coughing as he spoke, “I feel… amazing… my vision is perfectly clear too, how incredible… so hot…”

“There’s spare blankets in the storage room, correct? I can grab some,” (Y/n) rose from her seat as Mikan gingerly took the boy’s temperature.

Hospitals sickened her deeply. The scent of sterilization and the shiny linoleum floors sent shivers down her spine at something so macabre. Lying in the beds where others have died didn’t exactly sound like good motivation for healing. This hospital was barely different - grime in the grouts and dirt collecting on surfaces not touched in however long the building had been here. Not that it helped.

If anything, it was only more bizarre and discombobulating fashioned as an abandoned hospital than a lively one. And she tried to avoid the disturbing scene playing behind plexiglass beside her in the hall best she could.

Fuyuhiko and (Y/n) arrived at the storage room synchronistically, giving each other a stare before shaking themselves out of their respective trances and entering the small, dimly lit room.

The blond spared a glance to the peacekeeper, “How’s uh- " he grimaced, hating the man attached to the name he was about to spew, “How’s Nagito?”

“Not well,” (Y/n) took out two folded blankets before handing one to Fuyuhiko, “Mikan’s checking up on him right now. He’s been looking worse than the others, I’ve noticed - it’s a little worrying. What about Akane?”

Fuyuhiko’s face fell at the reminder of his patient, “Louder than what I’m used to from her,” he held up the blanket in his grasp, “She’s soaked through two of these fuckin’ things already.”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” (Y/n) muttered sympathetically, patting Fuyuhiko’s back, “Good luck with all that, eh? I’ll be with Nagito if you need any help,” her chest ached at the blond’s new eyepatch, “Make sure you take of yourself, alright?”

Flustered, Fuyuhiko looked away from the girl, “I’ll be fine.”

“Glad to hear it, but, if you ever need help - we’re all here for you.”

“I didn’t come to sing kumbaya in the storage closet,” the short boy snarked before stalking off.

“Fair,” (Y/n) sighed, largely to herself, before following his example and heading back to Nagito’s room.

By the time she’d arrived, Nagito was already fast asleep with Mikan nervously watching over him - switching between his body and his vitals. The poor nurse jumping when (Y/n)’s voice suddenly peeked out in the silence - asking if she was clear to lay the blanket over their patient.

“Ah!” Mikan calmed down once she saw who it was, a hand coming up and over her chest, “(Y/n)! Y-you sca-scared me…”

“Sorry,” the girl chuckled, hoping to release the awkward tension, “Am I though? Good to put down the blanket? I don’t wanna screw with anything.”

“You-you’ll be good… just be c-careful of his l-left arm…” Mikan pointed to the IVs attached to Nagito.

Nodding, the peacekeeper carefully laid the blanket over the shivering boy’s body, tucking it where she deemed necessary. Pity plundered her poor pattering heart at the distressed furrow in his brows. She sat at one of the stools around the Ultimate Luck’s bedside, taking his right hand and brushing her thumb over the bony knuckles.

She didn’t think Despair Disease would work so heavily with his cancer and dementia. It was worse than his luck cycle, it was God pointing and laughing at a young man who had been delivered pain merely for existing.

“He sh-should be fine for n-now,” Mikan nodded to herself, still checking Nagito's vitals, “He’ll be out fo-for a while… if an-anything like th-that happens, let me know!” even her exclamations sounded so timid in her soft voice.

“In seconds,” (Y/n) confirmed, still focused on the ill boy trapped in his hospital bed, just before the nurse left she called to her, “Hey, Mikan? Thank you. It’s admirable how quickly you stepped up to do this, I’m sure the others feel the same too.”

“It’s n-nothing, really…” Mikan smiled softly to herself despite the dismissal, a light blush festering over her cheeks, “B-but thank you!”

#sdr2 x reader #insert coin #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 reader insert #danganronpa reader insert

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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innocence - 20

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: enjoy xxx

NEXT CHAPTER

Y/N was sat on the floor of her bathroom, leaned against the absurd quantity of objects barricading her door. She would be alright, she would be alright. Only someone with super strength could break through it ... or an axe. As that thought crossed her head all she could think of was of a little memory of her childhood. She and her younger brother had padded down the stairs to where his parents were watching a movie she would later learn it was the Shinning. She couldn’t forget the scream she had let out as she saw Jack break through the door using an axe and right now, right now all she could think of was that, something breaking through her door and harming her.

She looked at everything in her bathroom thinking of what she could use as a weapon to defend herself. Suddenly her friends back home forcing her to choose reusable razors were her best of friends. She could probably arm someone with the razor blade or try to stab them with eyebrow scissors. Bucky had once told her the damage doesn’t need to be big, only in the right place.

She continued to stay sat down, mumbling to herself she would be fine until she heard footsteps. They were loud, heavy and echoey. Her breathing stopped, hands over her mouth fully knowing any sound would give away her location. However was walking in her flat kept walking and the steps got closer and closer until there was a knock on her door.

- Y/N? Y/N, it’s Steve. Open the door. - her heart returned to beating, breath normalising as she broke through her barricade, opening the door. It was really Steve, standing in front of her and was this another situation, she wouldn’t know what to act but right now, right now he was the best thing that could’ve arrived.

Steve however seemed to lose colour to his face as the mirror became visible to him. Bucky hadn’t told him what was written in the mirror and if he didn’t know, he wouldn’t definitely be pleased about it.

- I checked the flat, there’s no one here. Whoever wrote that isn’t inside the flat, you’re safe. - he put his hands in his back pocket, seemingly conflicted of what to do or what to say. His eyes whoever were glued on those words, scribbled in big letters, tarnishing her reflection. He felt guilty for those words he had told her, maybe Bucky was right in being mad at him. - Do you want some tea? Yeah, you should get some tea, maybe some food?

- I really don’t want any of that.

- It’ll help you calm down.

- I’m calm! - the words came harsher than she anticipated, tears pooling at her eyes as she turned her head away from him. However, turning his head away from him meant looking straight into the mirror, those words in front of her, written across her forehead only added salt to injury. She held her hair, trying to hold in the tears. No, she was not going to cry, she was not going to cry.

- Hey ... - Steve pulled her in for a hug. - It’s okay. I’ll make you some tea and we’ll wait for Bucky. I promise no one is gonna come in and harm you.

- I don’t want Bucky to see me like this. - she wiped the tears with her back of her hand.

- It’s okay, just come with me okay? - Steve took her by the hand to the kitchen but not before locking the bathroom door. He’d deal with that later. Walking into the kitchen, things looked normal. Everything looked so normal, Steve wondered how someone could’ve easily entered her flat. - You can wash your face in the sink, it’ll hopefully reduce some puffiness and the red eyes. I’ll put on the kettle and we’ll have a tea, okay?

She didn’t reply to him, merely nodding before making way to the sink in the skin. Shaky hands reached to the tap, moving it and causing the cold water to start streaming. Her mind got lost in sound, not wanting to get lost in her insecurities. The sound of water running, water boiling in the kettle and the cold feeling of the water against her warm skin. She felt like crying again. She shouldn’t be crying, she shouldn’t be a cry baby, she told herself. The water kept running, being slashed onto her face occasionally until the sound of the kettle on the background ceased.

Turning off the tap, she wiped her face clean with some kitchen towel before turning to face Steve who held one of her mother’s Christmas’ mugs up to her. She had that mug for what felt like ages now, the painting was starting to chip and there were English Breakfast tea stains on the bottom yet she couldn’t let go of it. She couldn’t let go of the only thing which seemed to make her feel as if she could control her life in a house filled with agency bought furniture.

- Is Bucky coming?

- Yes, he is. Just stuck in traffic. Brooklyn traffic is quite bad. - he chuckled, trying to break the ice. - We once got jammed in it when we were trying to leave Coney Island. Bucky hadn’t told his ma and she gave him an earful.

- Was it worth it? - she laughed of the thought of Bucky getting reprimanded by his mother.

- Yeah, he made me ride the Cyclone over and over again until I threw up and then tried to bribe me with ice cream.

- I know, he told me. - she smiled at Steve, taking him off guard. Bucky had talked with her about him? He wasn’t expecting that. Bucky barely spoke to him after the incident at the compound, if he did it was normally because he had no choice and if he were to guess he would say the two of them would probably be bad mouthing him behind his back.

- Wh ...

- Y/N. - she turned her head to the familiar voice, jumping from her seat when she saw Bucky standing in the kitchen, catching his breath in a white wife beater shirt and light grey yoga trousers. She wrapped her arms around him, letting his warmth involve her as he kissed the top of her head, arms supporting her against him. His eyes roamed the room, falling on Steve. - What are you doing here? Where’s Sam?

- Sam had his meeting ... I offered to come check on Y/N instead.

- How nice. - the sarcasm rolled off his tongue, something which came by unappreciated by Y/N who looked up at him with disapproval in her eyes.

- You should probably take her to a hotel for a few nights, maybe your Brooklyn flat? I can get Natasha and Tony to come take a look at her flat, look at the security cameras, scan for fingerprints.

- I can protect her, I don’t need your help.

- Can I show you something? - Steve remained his regular calm self, arms crossed over his chest as he motioned with his head towards the bathroom. Bucky was reluctant to get away from her, afraid if he let go something would happen to her. She, on the other hand, pulled away from him, giving him a reassuring look. His hand unlaced from hers as he followed Steve onto the bathroom.

He expected broken glass, artefacts that would show a break in but as Steve opened the door, the bathroom was intact. There was no broken glass, no forced entry just the word Slut scribbled all over her mirror. His blood boiled, fists clenching as he went to grab a towel to scrub it of the mirror but Steve stopped him.

- We need to examine it, first. It’s no good scrubbing it off. Right now, you need to take her out of here. We’re not sure how the person got in or how he got out, if there’s a blind spot he might try to use it again. Go to a hotel, register under one of your old alternate identities or to your Brooklyn flat.

- Yeah ... uhum ... you’ll sort it from here or should I drop her off in Brooklyn and return?

- Go be with your girlfriend, Bucky. - Steve smirked at the word, not remembering the time he had called anyone Bucky’s girlfriend.

- Should I pack? - Y/N poked between the two friends.

- No, I’ll ... I mean, I’ll get Sam to drop some of your stuff wherever you guys go.

- Thanks, Steve. - the actress gave him a quick hug before disappearing onto the kitchen to grab her bag and phone.

- I’ll see you around?

Bucky didn’t reply, instead turning on his heel and leaving the blonde hero in the bathroom. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to say anything and so he left him there, instead walking to the kitchen and taking Y/N by the hand. She thought better not to say anything until they were in the car.

- What happened between you and Steve? - she asked once they were stuck on the traffic leading back to Brooklyn.

- Nothing happen between me and Steve, princess. - his eyes were glued onto the road, hands gripping onto the steering wheel.

- Really? Because if my best friend of more than fifty asked me a question, I wouldn’t just leave.

- It’s really nothing, Y/N. He was rude to you and he didn’t apologise, that’s all.

- No that’s not all. - she turned her head to face him. - At least it doesn’t feel like that’s the only reason. Do you wanna tell me? Is it because he was the first one on the flat?

- No, listen ... Y/N, it’s complicated.

- Do you want to be mad at Steve?

- It’s more complicated than that, princess.

- It’s a yes or no question, Buck.

Bucky sighed, turning the wheel towards Brooklyn once the traffic cleared. The conversation ended there but it didn’t end in her mind. She didn’t want Bucky to be mad at Steve because of her, or him to be mad at Steve at all. Yet, she wasn’t going to push his buttons, she knew better so she just put her hand on his tight, head tilted against her own shoulder, watching his wild blue eyes on the road. The drive seemed longer as he tried not to look at her. He didn’t want her to get caught up in whatever he was dealing with Steve. Maybe it was wrong of him to get mad Steve due to things he had bottled up for years, yet, he just couldn’t help it. He wasn’t a baby, he wasn’t a cripple, he shouldn’t be treated like one.

He drove up to his street, exiting the car first to check if there was any danger before opening the door to her. She looked around the neighbourhood, it was rather picturesque. Open large streets with close by apartments with little trees in front. It was the type of neighbourhood you would see in a coming of age movie.

- Come on. - he took her hand in his, walking her to his flat building. She stargazed at everything, watching the beautiful doors and matts until she reached Bucky’s door, the only door without an entry mat. - Listen, before you get it, you should know ... it’s not the best flat in the world. I’m still ... doing some things.

- I’m sure it’s charming.

- If you don’t like it, we can go into a hotel. I want you to be ...

- James. - she interrupted his rambling. - I’m sure it’s great.

- Okay ... - Bucky insecurely opened the door of his flat, pushing it open with his feet to allow her in.

She furrowed her brows as she entered the empty home. There was no furniture, just boxes and a furnished kitchen, possibly bought that way. Now she understood why he was so insecure about opening the door, while she had too much in her flat, he had too little. Y/N moved further into his flat, opening the first door she saw which proved to be his bedroom and her heart shattered. There was no bed, just mattress on the floor and a few notebooks surrounding it. No pillows, no sheets. Nothing.

- Uh .. we can buy you a bed. Whatever bed you’d like. - Bucky came up from behind her, kissing her shoulder.

- Bucky, how long have you had this flat?

- For a while now ... I know it doesn’t look good but I was thinking about buying some paint ... Yet, I don’t really know if I get to be like this for a while.

- What do ... Oh. - she turned around and placed her hands on her shoulder, giving him a slow, soft kiss. - You’re not going back to that. I know you’re not, you’re strong. This is your home, you should treat it like a home.

- Princess, I don’t need much.

- Well but if you don’t get a bed, I’m afraid I won’t sleep with you. Sounds dangerous. I don’t want to end up in A&E and explain to the nurse that my spine is cracked because my boyfriend doesn’t have a bed.

- Holding sex? That’s a low move, princess.

- IKEA. We need to go to IKEA.

- Are you sure you don’t want to rest? I mean, you just wen ...

- We could get meatballs. - she interrupted him, clapping happily. - Meatballs and home shopping, it’s gonna be marvellous.

- Y/N, we can order in meatballs.

- But not IKEA meatballs. Come on Bucky, it’ll be fun! It’s like playing the Sims but in real life.

- I’m not gonna question you about what the Sims is. - he smiled at her excitement, pulling a strand of her hair behind her ear. - Are you sure you don’t want to test the mattress? I think I can make you like the bare mattress.

- I know, love. That’s exactly why I’m not gonna try the mattress. - she held onto his shirt, little smile on her lips. - But I do think you need to change out of your pyjamas and maybe put some shoes on.

- You’re being awfully demanding of me, Ms. Y/N. I might have to punish you later.

- Bed first and then you can do whatever you want.

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sinning5sos · 4 years

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Roommates | Calum

note - I am SO sorry I haven’t written in so long..

side note - I am completely in love with C it isn’t fair..

Requested: mmm YES I loved this request, thank you to the anon - please please please don’t hate me for how long it took :(

Request: “can i get some roommate!calum where there has been some tension for a long time and you have always thought he was hot, and one night at a party you see him with another girl and get jealous, but you fell into his trap bc he was trying to get you to be jealous so that he could make a move…”

Word Count: ~3.5K

Smut: hell yeah, oral, penetration, in public, whatever else

Jealousy

“Get out of bed, put on some clothes and come take a shot.” Calum’s voice rang out from the kitchen and you groaned as you rolled over in bed and looked towards the door. You could hear him shuffling around the cabinet where all the alcohol was, and knew that he was up to something.

“Calum,” You called, and heard him move over to your door and he grinned at you as he held two shot glosses and a bottle of vodka in his hand.

“Let’s go out,” He said, and walked into your room. He knelt at the edge of your bed before he climbed over your body and sat beside you, “We haven’t gone out downtown in so long and I feel like dancing. So let’s go.”

“But I want to stay in bed and watch movies,” You grumbled.

“You’ve been moping in your room for way too long. I’m tired of it. You were all happy and fun pre-relationship, you got lame during the relationship, and you’re lame post-relationship… so I’m making you un-lame.” He said.

You rolled your eyes as you thought about it. You have been a bit of a bum since your last relationship ended, but you wanted to have a fun and carefree night with your best friend, so you agreed. “Fine, let’s make a deal. We watch one movie and then we go out afterwards.”

“Fine, but it has to be a comedy.” He declared.

“You can’t make a deal on a deal,”

“It’s not making another deal, it’s just adding in a clause.” He said, a satisfactory grin on his face as you rolled his eyes.

“Go make us some snacks Thomas, and we can go from there.”

“I’ll make us snacks if you take a shot now,” He said, and held up the shot glasses and you shook your head yes, laughing at how eager he was. He handed you your shot glass and poured a very full shot. You waited until he poured his own and clinked before throwing them back, a bitter expression on your face as you swallowed the vodka straight.

“Now, snacks.” You said, and he took the shot glasses from you and went back out into the kitchen. You heard him move around the kitchen while you browsed for movies, before ultimately settling on a stand-up special that the two of you have seen multiple times instead. He came back in a few minutes later, his arms full of snacks and what looked like mixed drinks as he set them on your end table and climbed back onto your bed. You were curled up slightly facing the middle on the outside of the bed, and he reached over you to place the bowl of popcorn and other random snacks in between you two, and mirrored your body as he laid on the opposite side.

“I did miss you, y’know?” He muttered, his eyes moving up from the television and met yours instead.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Cal. But I’m thankful for you. You’ve been by my side through the highs and the lows, so I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You whispered. He smiled at you as he scooched so he was slightly closer to you, the top of your heads just gently touching and you hummed a bit as the stand-up special started.

* * *

“Girl if you don’t hurry your damn self up,” Calum yelled from outside of the bathroom and you groaned as you set the beauty blender down on the counter.

“Calum, if you want me to have fun tonight then you have to let me do my thing.” You protested, and he chuckled as he joined you in the bathroom and sat on the counter and looked at you.

“Yeah, but you look so beautiful already.” He said, and you smiled as you shook your head and he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

“You don’t look so bad yourself handsome,” You said, and he winked as he started playing music from his phone before he huffed.

“I turned on the speaker before I walked in here.” He grumbled, and pushed off of the counter and walked back out of the bathroom.

If it wasn’t for the three shots now in your body (although one of them didn’t count as it was taken over an hour ago) you would have thought more about the butterflies that appeared in your stomach as Calum had complimented you.

The two of you had been roommates for the past year, friends for even longer than that. You two had always had a lot of chemistry, but you never dated due to the timing being off or fear of making things weird between you. There’s been a few drunken kisses, but those didn’t count cause you had kissed others the same night… so why would you think of how Calum’s lips felt against yours every so often?

The familiar hum of the speaker sounded from the kitchen, and Calum’s pregame playlist started blaring from the speakers and you laughed as he came back into the bathroom and sat up onto the counter once more.

“So what are your goals for the night? Your dreams? Your aspirations?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes as you continued doing your makeup.

“What do you mean Thomas?” You asked and he chuckled once again.

“I mean, are you making out with a guy tonight? Maybe a handjob in the bathroom? Bringing a guy home and I’ll awkwardly eat in the kitchen so I’m not hungover tomorrow morning?” He teased.

You shrugged your shoulders as you looked over at him.

“Maybe a quickie in the bathroom with some random guy instead, spare both you and I the awkward encounters in the morning.” You said, and noticed that he lost a bit of his smile but quickly regained his composure.

“Are you almost ready? I swear, women take so long to get ready when they don’t need to.” He quickly recovered and sent a wink towards you.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, acting as if you were insulted but really you knew he was just kidding.

“I mean, you already look good without makeup. You look good with your hair being just straightened now, but you’re still sitting here getting ready. You look great, I look great, let’s go take another shot, climb into the uber and stumble into a nightclub so you follow your dreams.” He rambled.

You laughed as you shook your head.

“I’m almost done Cal, just a few more finishing touches. And I’m not doing it for some random guy to have a quickie with nor any guy I want to grab the attention of. It feels nice to get all dressed up every so often and go full hair and make-up.” You said, and he nodded thoughtfully.

“Makes sense. Are you done yet?”

You laughed again as you shook your head, and grabbed the last few things that you needed in order to finish getting ready for the night.

“Nearly.” You answered. You grabbed the finishing spray for your face and the perfume from the shelf. You placed them back onto your side of the cabinet, and Cal smiled as he turned the music up on his phone and soon it was echoing throughout the apartment the two of you shared.

“Girl the way you’re moving, got me in a trance”

“If this song doesn’t play tonight, it’s not worth it.” He said.

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“DJ turn me up, ladies this your jam, (come on),”

The club was always packed on the weekend, but tonight was extremely busy. Bodies were everywhere, but it felt like you were in your own little world dancing with Calum by your side. Somehow you had made it into the center of the dance floor right by the mirror, and you were enjoying the shows that Calum was putting on for you and everybody around to see.

Your heart fluttered every time his eyes caught contact with yours, but you just thought that it was the new shots in your body that was causing you to react that way.

Calum gestured for you to come closer, and you laughed as he pulled you in so he could lean in to you.

“Go dance with a random guy or we won’t go out again,” He yelled in your ear and you rolled your eyes as you pulled back from him. You didn’t want to go dance with some random guy, you were content with him.

“Do you promise?” You said, pouting up at him and he chuckled. His hand left the small of your back and you had a small part of you realize that you craved that touch on you constantly.

“Seriously,” He yelled again, and you sighed, “I want you to have fun. If that means going and dancing with a random guy, I want you to go and do it. Do it, for me.”

“Whatever Calum,” You said, and continued to dance in front of the mirror and he frowned.

“You called me Calum,” He yelled.

“Yeah?” You shrugged your shoulders as you looked up at him, and he leaned forward so his lips were grazing your ear.

“You never call me Calum. What’s wrong Princess?” He murmured in your ear.

You frowned as you leaned back so you could look at him.

“Nothing, I’ll go find someone to dance with.” You said. You finished off your drink and handed it to him, and his frown deepened as he watched you walk away. You found a tall handsome man, some blue eyed blondie that looked a bit like a lumberjack but he wasn’t Calum, so you were fine dancing with him.

You smiled shyly at him, acting innocent and drawing him in in the easiest ways, and it wasn’t long before the guy had his arms wrapped around you. The two of you were grinding to the music, his hands on your waist as he pulled you close to him. It wasn’t anything truly fun, it wasn’t Calum.

You looked throughout the club to see where he had ended up, and it felt as if a knife twisted in your gut as you saw him talking with another girl. It wasn’t like the two of you were together or anything, but you still felt disgusted at the way that she was looking up at him.

The song ended and the guy moved so he was now in front of you, and offered to buy you a drink. You politely declined and made your way through the club into the bathroom, and locked yourself into the bathroom as you stared in the mirror. Maybe it was the alcohol that was now rapidly leaving your body, or the fact that you were lonely, but the idea of Calum with another girl left a bad taste in your mouth. There was a knock at the door and you sighed.

“Just a second,” You yelled, hoping the stranger would hear you over the club's music. There was another knock and you grumbled to yourself as you went over to the door and opened it. You were surprised to see Calum standing there, and he pushed you back slightly into the bathroom and closed the door, then locked it behind him.

“What’s going on with you?” He asked, and your cheeks burned as you leaned up against the sink.

“What?”

“Please. I felt you watching me and that girl when we were talking earlier. I saw your face, I saw the jealousy. So tell me, how were you feeling? What’s going through your head right now?” He asked. You sighed as you crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged your shoulders.

“Calum,”

“Ah, see? Something is wrong, so just tell me what it is. You didn’t like seeing me with another girl, did you?” He said. There was a slight teasing tone in his voice, but there was something else there as well, something darker.

“Fine, I’ll be honest. I don’t like seeing you with someone else right now.”

“Why, are you jealous?” He asked. His eyes narrowed down at you and he licked his lips.

“No, I’m not jealous. We’re not together so why should I be jealous?”

“Because you love me.”

“Yeah, I love you, you idiot. I always love you,”

“No no, not in that way. You love me in the ‘I want you to fuck me in this bathroom right now and then take me home’ way instead.” He stated. Your mouth dropped at his words, and you started laughing as you realized he was serious.

“Calum Thomas Hood, you cannot be serious right now.”

“I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because we’re roommates, we’re best friends, we don’t fuck.” You said, and he chuckled.

“Yeah well, you said you wanted just a quickie in the bathroom, right Princess?”

“Yeah, to avoid awkward encounters the next morning in our place Calum, not you.” You said, and he pushed up closer to you.

“You can deny it all you want. I know how you feel about me and I know how I feel about you Princess. Especially lately,” He murmured, and you swallowed as you knew he was right, “No denial? Nothing to say? Then, I think I make my point exactly and I want to hear you say yes.”

Your thoughts processed as you realized he was asking for consent, and you giggled as you ran your hands up his jaw and interlocked your fingers behind his head. You let go of every care or thought in your head as you nodded instead.

“Yes, Calum,” You said, and he chuckled as he leaned forward and connected your lips. This felt different than the other times the two of you had kissed. This time, there was more passion, more desire behind his movements. Soon, he had his arm snake its way around your waist and he was pulling you closer against him.

You moaned out as he bit your lip, and you felt a deep blush coat your cheeks as he chuckled. He pulled back, and nudged your nose with his.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That was hot. I’ve heard your moans before, but they sound even better when I’m the one who caused it.” He murmured.

“Oh,” You whimpered, and he chuckled again as he leaned down. You were expecting a kiss again, but instead he kissed the side of your jaw, and trailed a set of kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone.

You closed your eyes as you felt his mouth rest against your collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to make you moan again. You didn’t need the foreplay at this point, but you were craving him.

He helped you move onto the sink counter, and you immediately spread your legs for him to be closer to you. His hand grazed up your calf and latched onto your thigh, gripping it harshly. You giggled as he squeezed, before he removed his lips from your skin and looked down at you.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked. You were a bit taken back by how bold he was, you hadn’t seen this side of him before but you quickly nodded. He grinned at your approval and pushed his fingers into the band of your skirt and unzipped the zipper so he could push it up your midsection and your lower body was exposed now.

You had a slight shiver at the coolness of the countertop against your exposed skin, but his mouth trailed kisses on your thigh and you were focused on that.

“Let me get a taste of you, then we can have some fun,” He murmured against your thigh. You whimpered as you nodded, and moved your hands down to his head and threaded your fingers into his hair.

“I love your curls,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he angled his head up to you.

“I’m about to eat you out in the middle of a club bathroom, and you’re complimenting my curls?” He asked, a grin on his face.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” You whispered back to him. He shook his head and you giggled as he pressed another kiss to your inner thigh before letting one last kiss go against your underwear. He adjusted you so he could slide the fabric down and teased a finger along your slit.

“Cal,” You moaned. He chuckled once again before pushing in one of his fingers.

“Use your words, Princess.” He murmured and you rolled your eyes but nodded.

“Please Cal, I want this so badly,” You whined and he nodded as well. He licked up against your slit and your body jolted at the contact. Your hand tightened its grip in his hair and his mouth continued to move against you. You whimpered again as you felt his tongue glide across your clit and you continued to moan out as he ate you out.

You were so surprised at yourself, you never would have imagined the night would have led to this. You weren’t at all upset that it was going the way it was, but you were just surprised. Surprised at the fact that you were letting someone eat you out in a public bathroom, surprised even more at the fact that it is Calum.

Your orgasm continued to build as Calum’s mouth moved against you, and it wasn’t long before you were pushing his head away and pulling him up towards you,

“I’ve had enough, I want you now.” You murmured. He quickly complied and undid his pants just enough to pull his cock out. He pumped it a few times before he lined up with your hole, and didn’t give a warning as he pushed himself in. You moaned again at the feeling of him inside you now, and leaned back against the wall as he started to fuck you. It was so passionate and rough, yet still gentle and it truly felt as if he cared. You wrapped your arms around his back, hanging on tightly as his lips moved to your neck and he was whispering in your ear,

“How’s it feel, baby girl?”

“So good Calum,” You whined, and he grunted in approval. You arched your back so your front was against him, and he moaned at your new position.

“I’m so close Cal,” You whimpered, and he nodded as he moved to kiss you on the lips now instead.

“Go ahead Princess,” He murmured against your lips, and your fingers dug into his shoulders as you came for him, and he continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, until you were whimpering. He pulled out and you did your best to quickly get down off from the counter and adjusted. You were going to go down on your knees but he shook his head.

“It’s fine, I don’t want you on your knees on the bare floor.” He murmured. You shook your head and laughed as you took his jacket off from his body and placed it on the floor. You got down on your knees in front of him, and he rolled his eyes but closed them as your hand wrapped around his cock.

“You took such good care of me, let me finish you off. Let me taste you,” You teased him.

He nodded as you slowly started to shift his hand, but you saw how needy he was and how close to finishing he was. You licked his tip and collected the bit of precum as you continued to jerk him off, and it wasn’t long before he was cumming into your mouth.

“Wow, what a sight that is,” He murmured as he wiped a bit of himself off from the corner of your mouth and you shook your head as you stood back up. He glanced down at his jacket in disgust, and then just shoved it into the trash as you cleaned yourself up.

“Good thing I didn’t want this jacket anymore anyways,” He mumbled and you smiled. You kissed him on the cheek and the two of you helped each other look presentable enough to go back out into the club.

Your cheeks burned as you opened the door and someone was waiting outside of the bathroom with a look on their face, but Calum chuckled as he interlocked your fingers and started pulling you back through the club. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and ordered the Uber to get back home, before you were leaning against him.

He chuckled to himself, and you looked up to see what was making him laugh. He looked down at you, a grin on his face as he asked, “Round two at home?”

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samsflannel · 4 years

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So I ran a poll on my twitter asking this: If the car crash at the end of season 1 never happened, and John never died, would he have killed Sam in season 4 once he started drinking demon blood? And the answer that won: Yes.

So, I decided to write a ficlet about it. Read under the cut.

You can also read on Ao3.

AU: John lives to see Sam drink demon blood and go “darkside.”

“This is what I warned you about, kid.” The gun in John’s shaking hands is cocked. Fully loaded. Safety off. Pointed at-

The plastic gas station bag Dean was holding drops onto the floor past the threshold of the cabin door, and one of the water bottles rolls under the worn, wood table.

“What the fuck,” he says. Not a question. Sam’s asleep. Dead asleep on top of the sheets, book open across his chest and one of his stupid health nut breakfast bars unwrapped next to his hand. “What are you doing. Where have you been?” he whispers, hand itching for his gun.

“I told you, Dean,” John says, serious as all hell, gritting his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Dean insists, but it shivers down his spine, makes his arms go cold. Sam stirs in his sleep and Dean’s feet ache toward the open door. “Let’s just go outside for a minute, talk about it before Sammy wakes up and sees that piece pointed at him.”

John takes a minute, his shoulders dropping, a sigh pushed out of his chest, but he lowers the gun and clicks the safety on, stuffs it in the back of his pants. Jerks his head toward the door, c’mon, then.

Christo, Dean whispers when he closes the door behind them- but John doesn’t react.

“Dad, what the hell,” he shouts once they make their way around to the side of the cabin, leaves crunching under their boots. “Where the hell have you been for the last year? I’ve been looking, asking other hunters- how the fuck did you even find us out here?”

“One question at a time.” he presses the bridge of his nose between his fingers, breathing hard.

“I’ll ask as many questions as I want,” Dean pushes, stepping forward, anger blooming up in his belly suddenly. “You show up out of nowhere when we haven’t seen you in over a year and you’re pointing a gun at my brother.”

John looks up at him. The circles under his eyes are dark and heavy- he looks different. “Your brother isn’t your brother, Dean. Not anymore.” He licks his lips, lowers his voice. “I heard things from other hunters. Disgusting things, evil things. And I thought- no.” He shakes his head, toes the dirt. “It can’t be. So I tracked you two down. Watched him. And I saw-”

He looks like he’s going to vomit, nostrils flaring, closing his eyes. “I saw what Sam did to that demon. Sucked it dry. I saw the blood on his face, Dean, he looked-” he pauses. Breathes and makes eye contact. “He’s not human anymore.”

“You’re wrong.” Dean shocks himself with how desperate his voice sounds. His hands tingle, his palms start to sweat- “I mean, you saw wrong. Sam would never-”

“Bullshit.” John cuts him off loud, and some visceral part of Dean flinches. “Don’t lie to me, Dean. You know. And I know that you know, so let’s skip that.”

Dean stills. Looks back and forth between his father’s eyes, pleading. But not denying. And then- hurt, face hardening. “So that’s why you came here? To waste your own son? And in his sleep, too, you don’t even have the sack to-”

“First of all, you don’t talk to me that way, I am your father.” He says it matter-of-fact, like it’s enough of an explanation. John gets in his space, toe-to-toe, middle finger pointed at his chest. “Get your head on straight. I told you two years ago what would happen if you didn’t control the situation and here we are with Sam chugging demon blood like it’s water.”

“I was dead.” Dean looks him right in the eyes, leaned up on his feet, eyes wide. “Not sure if you remember, but I was in hell. For months. And you let Sam walk. Knowing how broken he was, knowing he would have done anything-”

“You never should have made that deal, Dean. It was stupid and reckless and suicidal. But you made that choice. And Sam made his.”

Dean sits back on his heels, mouth tight. Shaking his head. “What was I supposed to do.” He searches John’s face. “Let Sam rot? You don’t understand. You don’t even know how much I couldn’t do that.”

John nods, solemn. “I get that, son. I do. But it would’ve been a helluva lot better than what I’m gonna have to do now.”

Flames lick Dean’s insides, his shoulders squaring up again. “You’re not gonna do shit. Look, dad, I’ve seen it too. I know it’s bad, but Sam, he-” he searches for the right words, but comes up blank. Huffs. “We’re gonna fix it. He’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s gone too far already,” John insists, almost shouting. “Sam’s gone. That kid you know, he’s so far off the reservation he’s hit the dead end, and there ain’t no turnarounds. You get that, right?”

“No, I actually don’t,” Dean spits, scrubbing his face, then slapping his hands down on his pockets. Shrugs. “He’s still Sam.”

John stops, then. Shakes his head a little, smiling, looks at his feet. “God,” he says. “Yeah.”

Dean furrows his eyebrows. “What?”

John shakes his head again. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger. You two-” he stops himself, like he doesn’t want to finish the sentence. He meets Dean’s eyes again. “Just let me handle this, kid. It’s not gonna be any easier for me, but we can’t let him hurt anyone.”

“Dad, why do you think we came all the way out to this bumfuck nowhere cabin?” Dean spreads his arms out. “There’s no one here for Sam to hurt. No blood for him to drink, no demons, no nothing.”

John pulls his gun from his pants. “You know, I heard other things from those hunters. Things about you and your brother that I don’t-” gun at his hip, he bites at his mouth, looks at the ground.

Dean swallows hard. Blood rushing all through his chest, climbing up his throat under his skin. “That’s not-”

“Don’t,” John says, final. “Just. Just don’t. I can’t.”

They both take an awkward pause. The knife in Dean’s jeans is burning a hole in his back pocket.

He nods his head toward John’s hip. “Put the gun away, dad. You’re not going to kill Sam, alright? We’ll figure this out.”

“I’ve got it figured out already. Stay out here, you don’t have to watch it happen. We’ll give him a hunter’s funeral-”

Dean brings his foot up and kicks the glock out of John’s hand, flicks his knife open. Jams it right up against John’s throat.

He takes a shaky breath. “I can’t let you do that,” he says, almost a whisper. He presses the blade flat, not trying to cut him- not yet. “Walk away.”

John’s face remains stone-serious, cold as hell. “I’m not gonna hurt you, son. You’re not the one who needs to be stopped.” He glances down at Dean’s arm, held steady at his neck. “So you go ahead and do what you need to do, but just know that you’re making the wrong choice letting evil run free.”

“Not everything is as black and white as you want it to be.” Dean swallows again, heart somewhere down in his belly. “Maybe- you know, maybe I used to think like that too. Good or bad. That black, dividing line between us and them.”

“This is as clear-cut as they come, Dean-”

“You’re wrong.” Tears creep up in Dean’s eyes, his nose burning, and he blinks them back, tries to fucking focus. “Sam is-” he tries to think of the right words. He’s never been good with words, with expression. That was always Sam’s wheelhouse.

He settles on: “Sam isn’t evil.” He focuses on the blade, not able to look John in the face for some reason. “The thing inside of him is evil. But he’s kind and smart and a helluva lot stronger than you or me. But I guess you never wanted to see that.”

John sighs. Doesn’t respond. Fear is catching in Dean’s throat, strumming across his spine.

“Is there any chance I can talk you out of this?” Dean’s lip quivers, tears stinging his eyes again.

John gives him a look that’s almost sympathetic. Then- understanding. Or acceptance. Dean’s not sure.

He tilts his head back a little. “I’m afraid not, kid.” He says it quietly. Soft. “I’m sorry.”

Dean nods. “Then I’m sorry, too.”

The blade cuts clean, sharp, but John still gurgles on his own blood, hitting his knees hard, leaves crunching under him- and the blood, God, there’s so much, spitting from his throat in rivers, and Dean steps back so it won’t splatter.

Fuck, Dean thinks. Fuck. John stops struggling, twitching after what feels like an hour but is really only seconds. And Dean falls to his knees, too, pukes right there in the grass, hands burning with how hard he grips the ground.

He sits there for a while. It’s so quiet. The air tastes like copper. The sun begins to set, heavy and warm over the forest around him.

And then he pushes himself up. Drags John by the boots as far as his legs will carry him- tomorrow, he’ll get a shovel. Do right by his old man.

Sam’s still asleep when he comes back in, turned over on his side with the book thrown across the floor. Dean toes his shoes off, lets his jacket hit the wood floor.

He tucks himself up behind Sam, nose pressed into his back, takes a huge breath. Tries to get his hands to quit shaking.

“Dean?” Sam tilts his head back a little, stretching his legs out. “You alright?” He slurs. “Didja go to the store?”

Dean nods, eyes wide open. He pulls away from Sam, then- lays on his back so Sam won’t think something’s up. “Yeah, Sammy, I did. Got that Campbell’s soup you like.”

“Nice,” Sam says, yawns. Dean’s chest feels like there’s a gaping hole, unfurling at the edges. “Sorry for falling asleep. You want me to go get some firewood for the-”

“No,” Dean says, a little too fast. Sam turns over, eyebrow raised. “I mean, uh- no. It’s fine. I’ll take care of it.” He smiles at him, the way he does when he’s about to say some stupid shit. “You need to catch up on your rest, princess, don’t let me stop you-”

Sam tries to whack him with his pillow, but Dean catches it before he can. “Dick,” Sam says.

Later, when Dean gets up to grab wood for the firepit so they can cook dinner, Sam says: “Hey.” He’s watching The Goonies on the shitty, box TV they managed to get working.

“Is for horses,” Dean retorts, easy, distracted with his boot laces.

Sam does that bitchy little sigh he does when he’s annoyed or trying to say something. “Seriously. Dean, I-”

Dean looks over at him.

“Thank you. For everything. That you do for me, I mean. For us.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Don’t get too mushy about it.”

When he gets outside, he walks faster and faster until he’s running, cold air biting the tips of his ears until he falls at the foot of the forest and heaves, nothing left to lose from his stomach.

#enjoy!! this took me about a day so please reblog if you like it!#supernatural #samdean #john winchester #spn au #spn ficlet #wincest #wincest ficlet

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stellar-starseed · 3 years

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Closer Than That

Group: Stray Kids

Pairing: Changbin x reader, Jisung x reader, polyamory

Summary: Your best friends happen to be 3racha, but Changbin was your closest friend from childhood. When things start to take a different turn in your relationship, you’re left wondering which way is up.

Word Count: 2,340

Chapter: 11/14

Other Chapters: Master List

Warnings: 18+; sexual content, language

Chapter 11

With the comeback only days away, you weren’t sure whether you were sad because you would be away from Changbin for two months as the tour rapidly approached, or if you were sad because your relationship with Jisung was dissolving before your very eyes.

Your few text messages went unread. Your attempts to communicate through other members fell short. It was beginning to feel like you would never speak with Jisung. The way he could shut you out so easily made you sad at first. Your sadness turned to disappointment and anger.

How could he do this again? You thought to yourself. He promised he wouldn’t.

You found yourself working in a solo studio instead of working with your boyfriends. You didn’t dare use that hall for fear of a death glare from your more sensitive boyfriend.

“Hyunie, can you talk to him?”

“Me?” Hyunjin questions. “I tried! Ask Lee Know.”

“He told me to give him space.” You pout. Hyunjin pats your shoulder.

“We can go pick up ice cream and watch dramas.” Hyunjin suggests. You sigh, but nod. That was your best option.

Changbin felt a bit awkward approaching Jisung about an argument between the two of you. It wasn’t his place, but he would do anything for you. He flung open the door to the studio only to find it empty. Changbin wandered around until he found the room Jisung was hold up in. He crashed the end of Jisung’s Vlive.

“Bye!” Changbin sang to the camera in his cutest voice. Jisung smacked him out of habit and laughed. Changbin felt a bit better about the situation when it seemed that Jisung wasn’t awkward around him.

“What’s up?” Jisung asked as he settled in after wrapping everything up and giving the phone back to the staff. Changbin got more comfortable in his seat.

“Uh oh.” Jisung chuckled. When Changbin didn’t chuckle with him Jisung stopped what he was doing. “This is about _____?” When Changbin nodded Jisung sat back down in his chair.

“Look I know what you’re going to say. She means so much to me, I’m being an ass...”

“Yeah, keep going.”

“Listen, I know these things okay? I’m not having an easy time with this, but every time I go to see her I feel shitty again. I’m either hurting because I miss her or hurting because I don’t feel like I fit in here. If you have some sage advice I could really use it right now.”

“She was one of your closest friends before this. Why wouldn’t you fit in?” Changbin sat back in therapist mode.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It’s even harder because you’re on the other end. I feel like a dick.” Jisung sighed and it was silent for a long while as he tried to put his thoughts in order. These feelings didn’t have a name or a real reason they just festered inside of him.

“I feel..fuck I’m going to sound like a bitch, but, I feel like you and her are the real couple. I’m sitting on the outside. It’s like you guys are one, and I’m an after thought. Not on purpose and nothing against either of you, but I’m a third wheel.”

“Hmm.” Changbin didn’t have much to say to that. He sat on it for a moment.

“It’s like you were meant to be together, the two of you. And as much as I love her, I won’t be you. She loves me, yeah, but it won’t ever be the way she loves you.”

“Me and you are not the same person.” Changbin simply says.

“Not the point.”

“It’s exactly the point.” Changbin gave Jisung a look that suggested it was obvious and it should click.

Jisung sighed loudly and looked away to try to put his words together. He wasn’t able to come up with anything better than this feeling that eats away at him.

Changbin wondered if anything he said to Jisung sunk in, but he couldn’t be focused on his friend when his girl was hurting. He headed for your apartment and found you were cuddled up with Hyunjin watching dramas.

“I didn’t approve of this cuddling.” Changbin crosses his arms as he stands in front of you.

“Babe!” You exclaim as Hyunjin simultaneously shouts,

“Changbin-ah!” Throwing a couch pillow at him.

“Okay, okay.” Changbin takes a seat and chuckles at the two of you when you immediately get back into the show in front of you. He watched you as you winced or laughed at the actions on the screen. His heart was full, and it wasn’t until then that he realized maybe Jisung had a point.

Later that night, after Hyunjin left to the dorms, you and Changbin sat in the silent, dark living room. Neither of you wanted to move or do much of anything. Changbin pulled you closer to him. A satisfied sigh escaped him.

“I talked to Jisung.”

“Okay, is it bad?”

“I’m not sure.” Changbin said causing your heart to sink. Had you really fucked up so bad?

“I love you,” he sighs and looks up to the ceiling searching for the thought that crossed his mind earlier so clearly.

“I love you too?” you say perplexed.

“I love you so much that I know I couldn’t love anyone else. Like my heart is full as it is. Loving you has put me at max loving capacity.”

You laugh and sit up. When you looked at Changbin he was serious. You cross your arms over your chest. What was in the air?

“I love you just as much, Changbin, but I’m not understanding where this is coming from or what it has to do with Jisung at the moment?”

“You love me so much you have no room to love anyone else?”

“I love you both that way...”

“Jisung doesn’t feel that way. I didn’t get it until I came here tonight.”

“He doesn’t love me that way, or?”

“Jisung doesn’t think you could love us both like that. I think he feels like he gets scraps of you because I was here first.”

“You said you understood tonight. Do you feel that way, too?”

Jisung spent the night tossing and turning. When he glanced at the clock to see it was nearly 4am he decided to give up on sleep. He sighed to himself in the dark room. He heard Jeongin’s faint snores in the distance.

Jisung grabbed for his phone and headed towards the living room. He saw the light on in Chan’s room and decided not to bother him this night. Jisung glanced towards Minho’s room and thought better of bothering him as well. He plopped down on the couch and decided to be alone with his thoughts.

The thoughts that kept him awake most of the night were now free to flood in. Jisung was fighting with himself. He knew this decision would haunt him if he were to make the wrong one, but he knew he had to decide one way or the other.

It wasn’t long before the sun came up. The golden rays causing the most interesting shadows. Jisung had decided, with the light seemingly illuminating his thoughts, that he was going to write it all out. By the end of his thoughts he would know.

You turned to face your boyfriend and immediately you softened upon seeing his sleeping form. You knew he was everything to you, but so was Jisung, how could you possibly get them to understand?

Your hand found it’s way to his chest and you traced small circles on his bare skin. He stirred a bit underneath you, and you leaned in to kiss his warm skin. You swore a smirk momentarily appeared. You couldn’t help but giggle at him.

The warmth of his skin, the way he tasted. You were going to miss this more than you could imagine. You were near ready to book a ticket to meet Changbin.

This tour was going to kick off in Europe and you were positive you could work on the road. You decided it wouldn’t be the best of ideas. The guys would be exhausted and you would just get in the way of their jam packed schedule.

Changbin began to stir a bit more underneath you. Soon he was stretching and you were met with a smile.

“Good morning, princess.” He says before he kisses your forehead.

“I’m going to miss you.” You blurt out. Changbin pouts.

“Don’t start.” He whines. “Princess, you’re going to make me even more sad.”

“I know but...” You pout. “I won’t even get to see you today. I just...”

Changbin wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You stay like that for some time. He only pulls away to kiss you. You sensed his sadness about leaving you and you didn’t want to make it harder on him by crying or giving him a hard time.

“Come on.” You say. You both get dressed and you head to the coffee shop near the dorms. Changbin is a bit curious as to why you brought him to the coffee shop. He’s not a frequenter of the shop like Jisung is, and he has come to think of this as your spot with Jisung.

“Try it!” You say setting a large breakfast sandwich in front of him. Changbin raised an eyebrow at you but he tried it anyway. His eyes widened and he nodded at you before taking another bite.

“Told you.” You smile proudly at him. “Channie brought me here just for this sandwich.”

“Why didn’t he bring me here?” Changbin says before stuffing more of the sandwich into his mouth. You pick at the other half of the sandwich on his plate. You weren’t feeling very hungry. After this meal you would be alone. The thought was becoming much louder and you weren’t able to hide your sadness.

Changbin tried his best to ease the sadness by cracking jokes, but you both knew the cloud that hung over wasn’t going away. You finished your breakfast and head to the dorms with him to say your goodbyes

There was a quick succession of goodbyes between you and the guys until Jisung walked out of his room. The awkward silence that fell over the room was followed by everyone filing out save for you and Jisung.

“Hey.” You say. He smiles mirthlessly.

“Hey, I wanted to give you this. I also want to say I’m sorry. It’s all in here.” He hands you a folded letter. You get the feeling whatever is in this letter isn’t going to make you feel better.

“Okay.” You say. You wanted to scream at him, tell him he was a jerk for putting you through this. You wanted him to say it was okay and you would just fall back into normal routine. None of that happened.

Jisung stood there for longer than he planned. He couldn’t seem to move. Suddenly he leaned in and gave you a sweet lingering kiss on the lips. You both stayed there, lips pressed against one another’s, unable to pull away and afraid to deepen it. He finally pulled away.

“I want you to know I love you, and no matter how you feel I need you to know it doesn’t change that.”

“Jisung, I love you too. So much. I’m going to miss you.” You can’t help but pout a little at him. He smiles and kisses your forehead. He sighs to himself and walks away.

Changbin rushes up to you and picks you up in a gigantic hug. You can’t help but call out and you start laughing. Chan grabs onto you from behind when the spinning stops. Your sandwiched between two of your best friends and all you can think about is how sad you’re going to be when they’re gone.

“Love you.” You call one last time as the van door closes. You faintly see Changbin’s hand on the glass through the tinted window. Why did it feel like this was going to be forever?

You finally make it home after trying to fill your day with meaningless errands you swore you couldn’t get done with your boyfriends around. After you put your laundry in the washer you plop down on the couch, certain that you had accomplished more today than in two months with work and filling your time with Changbin and Jisung.

Your heart hurt momentarily as your mind wondered over his name, Jisung. Was it such a bad idea to date? Did you ruin your friendship over this? You looked at your bag where the letter was stuffed.

You wanted to know what the letter said, but you were reluctant. Something didn’t sit right with you about it. You felt like the contents of that letter were some ominous thing you didn’t want to open up.

You grabbed the letter anyway and sat back on couch. The drama you didn’t finish with Hyunjin played in the background as you skipped on your tea and stared at the letter. Slowly, you opened it. You smiled at Jisung’s writing. It was cute, not as familiar as Changbin’s but it was nice to see.

Jagiya, he started off. Your heart melted at the thought of him saying that to you. The adoration in his voice made your whole body tingle with excitement. You continued to read. Jisung mentioned his insecurities about you and Changbin. He mentioned a feeling he couldn’t shake.

The more you read the less hopeful you were. Tears began to well up. You wondered how you missed this when you were with him. How could he feel so left out or alone in this relationship without you picking up on that?

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself as you crumpled the letter in your hands, unable to read through your tears.

When you were able to get to the end of the letter, it was just as expected, Jisung was breaking up with you.

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It’s been a cool minute, but I do hope you enjoyed!

Stay safe, stay healthy. You’re already doing amazing!

See you on the next episode.

♥️.

#queued for your reading pleasure #closer than that #stray kids #skz #bang chan #changbin #jisung #stray kids fan fic #Changbin fan fic #Jisung fan fic #Changbin x reader #Jisung x reader #polyamory #drama #queued

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Five Funny Little Moments #10: Hooves and Harlots

So, this episode, just like the one before it (though I didn’t mention it then) is a giant mess of ridiculousness. But it’s even moreso! Holy moly, is the nonsense through the roof this time around! *so happy* XD That made it hard to choose which moments to highlight, but here we go.

Terreis saying this and being completely wrong on two or three counts.

First, Amazons try to rescue each other? Says the princess whose guard totally avoided her while she was being shot and then didn’t come out of hiding until well after the coast was clear. Second, welp; Amazons definitely don’t protect non-Amazons. So, Terreis is right on that count. She and her guard left their prisoners—one whose sword they had taken from her and the other who was already completely defenseless—to straight-up die. But third, oh, please. Amazons aren’t the only people who’d risk self-sacrifice to protect another person, obviously. -_- / X)

Gabrielle feeling weird with really good reason. Not only is she wearing a dead girl’s clothes, she’s wearing the clothes the poor girl friggin died in (which, quick side notes: they must be made of the same stuff Xena’s back is LOL + Did the Amazons strip Terreis’s body, then turn around and give the outfit to Gabrielle? And she just raced over to her new house to put it on? Wut?)! She gets over her discomfort pretty quick, though... and, like, poor Terreis, man! This girl dies, and not a single character actually mourns her. Instead, her friends and family have a dance party, whoop it up, troll the new girl, etc. And that new girl, whom Terreis highly honored with her right of caste, shivers in delight to get all of Terreis’s stuff and otherwise revels just about her whole time in Amazonia.

Xena really renewing her commitment to super dramatic timing. I mean, when she tells Ephiny that they have to hurry, it’s like 6PM going by the establishing shot of the moon. Gabrielle then engages in a goofball dance celebration and learns that she has to kill Phantes, Xena and Ephiny do some in-fighting, forensics, strategizing, sneaking, and baddie-confronting and beating, the episode makes a point of showing us the sunrise… and altogether eighteen hours go by before Xena shows up to stop the execution.

This jam-packed scene in which all kinds of hilarious things happen. One, Ephiny teleports all over the place. Two, Xena takes over as Amazon queen despite only being the princess’s champion. Three, Gabrielle looks to her right and sees nothing out of the ordinary, only for Melosa to glance that way a second later and get freaked out, ’cuz, hello, the whole centaur army is right there! (I guess this is a converse-to-Xena instance of Gabrielle re-re-reestablishing her commitment to obliviousness? XD) Four, Gabrielle proves her earlier statement / that she learned her lesson in “Dreamworker” by throwing down Xena’s sword twice in a row (teleporting in between throws, by the way)… after Xena throws it down too. Poor sword. XP Five? Well, that deserves its own special recognition though it begins here. Can you guess from the obvious hint below?

When you realize that the little dude who by Xena simply taking his spear from him and knocking him aside, ends up with a dislocated rib that nearly suffocates him to death… is actually a GOAT. No, not the animal, and no, not a satyr. He’s still a centaur. But also, the greatest. Of. All! Time! Because, not only does he get stabbed in the chest through what has to be gnarly bruise and then a friggin hand shoved in there too (chest, dagger, and hand definitely not sanitized prior to the procedure, of course)… dude comes back ready for combat the next day! And he isn’t just ready to fight the Amazons and then Krykus’s army, oh no! Mesas runs at full-speed pulling the Amazon queen, her friend, and her chariot into battle too! Daaang, son!

#xena #xena warrior princess #xwp #xena and gabrielle #gabrielle #comedy #funny #LOL #amazons #right of caste #disloyalty #dancing on graves #opportune moment #visual continuity fail #centaurs #goat #fflm

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Honey & Whiskey [Pt.1]

Pairings: Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega! Reader

Summary: Falling was sweeter than honey and warm as whiskey.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Typical A/B/O dynamics.

A/N: I know I am your dealer for soft Bucky but I’m trying out some new product. Soft Billy Russo. Just take a little taste. I promise It’s worth it. This is largely a self-indulgent fic and also for my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me.

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though! Thanks!****

You heard his car in the driveway before you caught the sound of the front door. This probably wasn’t the way to handle something like this. Prominent families didn’t behave like this. They didn’t cause a scene, and they certainly didn’t question a match this good. It was hard enough to find an Alpha that came from a good family, but one who wasn’t a complete knothead and genuinely cared for you? That was next to impossible. You managed to find that one in a million, and here you were pulling a stunt like this.

When you were a little girl, you read stories about the princess finding her prince, being saved from the tower, and living happily ever after in a big castle. So, you waited for your very own to come. You waited and waited by your window, but your prince never showed. You stayed locked in your tower with no sign of a savior. As you became older, you realized you didn’t want to be rescued, taken from one dungeon, and moved to another. You could take care of yourself without an Alpha there to defend your heart and fight the evil queen on your behalf.

Turned out you could handle her on all on your own.

Then you met James one evening at a friend’s wedding. He was sweet. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a charming crooked smile. He offered to buy you a drink and didn’t flinch when you reciprocated with the second. It was easy with James right from the start, and your parents were thrilled. They were simply over the moon. He came from a long line of senators, and his family were members at the club where your father plays golf. Everything was perfect. It was all working out the way it was supposed to, and in one short week, you would be married and bonded to James.

In the two years you’ve spent together, James has done everything he could to make you happy, not once has he abused his authority over you or made you feel as if you were less than him as his Omega. James has never given you a reason to fear him. Everything on the surface was perfect, but if you looked close, the cracks were easy to spot. Your heart had never had cause to race when he was near, and you never did learn what it would feel like to go weak from his touch.

It was doubtful you would ever know what it would be like to tremble from the brush of your Alpha’s fingertips. The odds you would find that love in this lifetime were slim, but if you stayed where you were, there would be no chance.

“Uh, Y/n…’ James stopped in the doorway to your shared bedroom and looked fairly amused, albeit confused by your attire. “What’s going on? Isn’t this bad luck?”

You glanced down at your wedding dress and grimaced. It wasn’t that the dress wasn’t beautiful, it was. It wasn’t you, though. It was huge for starters. Your mother had insisted this was the one from the moment it graced your frame. The skirt was so large you weren’t sure you would make it into the limo Saturday morning, and the bodice and lace sleeves were covered in so many crystals it felt like you were carrying an extra thirty pounds of glitter. This wasn’t the dress you pictured when you spent your days playing princesses in your bedroom, and all of this felt wrong.

You looked back up at your fiance, who was by your side in an instant when he saw fresh tears falling down your cheeks. James quickly wiped them away with only his thumbs. No tender kisses brushed them away, his touch was gentle but not in a way that soothed the restlessness in your soul.

“Do you feel something seeing me in this? I mean, really feel something? Because I don’t feel anything when I put it on. I’ve been trying so hard to feel something, anything but... I don't."

James tossed his keys on the dresser and stuffed his hands in his pockets now that he realized what this was. It wasn’t a simple case of cold feet or some cute moment you were going to bring up at the rehearsal for a quick laugh during toasts. He didn’t look mad, he was disconcerted, and you couldn’t blame him for that.

You didn’t fully understand why yourself, so you couldn’t expect him to.

“Okay. What is this, baby? What’s going on?”

As good and kind as James was, it wasn’t there.

“I’m not in love, and I don’t think you are either.”

The confirmation you needed flashed in his eyes. He didn’t feel it either. You stepped forward and held your hands out for his. James placed his hands in your hands without any hesitation, his fingers tightened around yours the longer the silence stretched between you. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when his eyes opened again, there was something different about them. They were filled with acceptance and a little bit of relief you knew he wouldn’t want you to see.

“I do love you, and I would take care of you,” James offered as if he was giving you one last opportunity to change your mind. One more chance to do the right thing.

You kissed his cheek and pulled your hand back from his hold, leaving the three-carat oval cut diamond resting in his palm. People lived that lie every day. Your parents, James’s parents, and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out it was the foundation on which most of the marriages you knew were born. Its prevalence among your social status was hefty and typical, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

It wasn't a lie you could spend the rest of your life telling.

“I know, but I want more than that. I want to feel it.”

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“Okay, May. I am out of here,” You chirped. It had been a long, exhausting day. You worked a double shift after one of the other waitresses, an Omega, called out claiming she was in heat, but this was her third heat in four months. It was entirely possible that she was being truthful and not using her designation to get extra days off so she could play house with that Beta she’s been dating since Halloween. Maybe she was a medical marvel, and her heats really did come three times as often as every other Omega on the planet.

All you knew for certain? Your bed was calling your name, and you could not wait to get out of this diner.

“The rush seems to have died down, and I am dead on my feet, so I’m leaving before we get the late dinner crowd, and you beg me to stay.”

“Yeah, yeah. Always complaining,” May teased with a grin and a motherly gleam in her eye. “Take your cut from the tips, and then I want you to eat and get some sleep. You can come in for the dinner shift tomorrow.”

“You gonna clear that with Roger?”

May rolled her eyes at the mention of your boss; Alpha and every bit the knothead prick.

“I’ll deal with him. Don’t you worry about it.”

"Hey, Y/n.” You glanced at Karen, who had a taunting smirk making her pale cheeks flush, she was pointing to the far back of the diner with her order pad, and she mocked with a teasing grin, “Look who it is! Your boy arrived just in time to see you off."

Your eyes followed her bright purple pen, and your knees went weak the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn’t know he was coming tonight. It’s been four days since you last saw his pretty face (not that you were counting or anything!), and you hadn’t realized how much you missed him until that moment. The handsome, dark-haired Alpha was sitting at one of your usual tables and looked uneasy, his leg was bouncing up and down at a vigorous pace, his dark blue hoodie pulled up over his head, and he was wringing his hands together as he scanned the small diner for you -- what you hoped was for you anyway.

"Don't get any ideas about that, Alpha." May Parker huffed.

The older Omega was a little cynical from the cards life had dealt her, and from the second you showed up looking for a job, she took it upon herself to look after you the way a mother would. It wasn't as if your mother had any interest in your life at the moment, not after you embarrassed her and left a black smear on your family’s name. A mark didn’t suffice for the choices you made. Your actions affected everyone in the family, bled onto the very fabric your ancestors stitched together, and made a tear that thread and needle could never mend. Apparently, you should have married even though you weren’t in love and simply found a way to fall in love with James after vows and rings were exchanged.

At least May understood your choice, and you couldn’t blame her for the fire in her eyes and the ice in her touch when it comes to Alphas; life had not been kind to her. Despite losing her true mate at a young age, only to end up with a sad stand-in for the man she lost. He abused his designation and using it to control her and her son. It took years to rid herself of him, but she built a nice life without him. She obtained assistance from an Omega Shelter, went through therapy to break their bond, and even bought a place of her own. Even after all the good that has come over the last seven years, the clouded memories have left her jaded and wary.

"You need to find someone that will take care of you, and he's not it. You stay away from Billy Russo, you hear me? He's not a good Alpha. I’ve known him longer than you have.”

That was true. You’ve only been in the city for eight months and working at Sunrise Diner for seven. Billy was a customer long before you came around, but according to Karen, he would pick up an order to go, barely spoke to anyone, and never tried to get a table. May didn’t know him any better than you did. It wasn’t as if they had some long-standing relationship or history. You were grateful for the advice, but you could make your own judgments.

You’ve let someone else be your eyes and voice for far too long, and you weren’t about to allow yourself to repeat past mistakes.

Billy finally found you standing behind the counter, and the second your eyes locked his own lit up, his legs settled, and the smile on his face just about knocked you over. Your smile widened as you stared at each other for what felt like ages.

"Y/n, are you listening to me?” May snapped her fingers in front of your face, forcing your eyes to focus on her. “He's trouble. Ex-marine with more issues than one person can handle."

You tossed your apron under the register in the black bin that held all the dirty smocks for the night. You glanced at your reflection in the silver napkin holder, resting in the order window and swore under your breath. Your hair’s frayed and sticking out every which way, and your lip gloss faded the first hour into your shift. It was too late to do anything about that now. Not with May watching your every move and Billy sitting so close, his eyes trained on you now that he found you.

Having Billy watch you fix your lipstick because he came in would be an embarrassment you wouldn’t survive.

"That's why he should have someone he can lean on. We are friends. I have a feeling he needs someone that won’t judge him for a past he can’t change.”

"Trouble,” May huffed. “You're asking for trouble."

You practically skipped over to the table Billy sat at. Same one as always. The booth at the far back of the bright restaurant where he had a view of the bathrooms and the front door. He always sat with his back against the wall, and every few minutes, his eyes wandered over to the exit door on his right. You didn’t know what happened, but you knew it was enough to keep him on edge at all times.

"Hey, Stranger."

Billy's near-black eyes looked brighter now that you’re near, and he gave you that toothy grin that made your stomach flip.

"Hey, sunshine.”

Sunshine.

Billy has called you that from the moment you met, you weren’t sure why, but it made your heart race every time it rolled off his tongue. You have to admit you didn’t hate the feeling.

"You haven't been in for a few days. I was starting to think the mac and cheese scared you off."

That wasn’t really true. Though, you did question the state of the mac and cheese on a regular basis. The way the noodles all stuck together in that round ball wasn’t natural. This was more about you than sticky elbow pasta goop. You were slightly worried that he may have started seeing an Omega and would no longer be coming by for these late-night visits. Not that it was any of your business. It’s not as if you’re bonded or even potential mates. You haven’t spent a moment with Billy outside this diner. You had not an ounce of claim on him, and you certainly didn’t have a say in who he spent his days with -- or his nights.

Billy let his hood fall back, and he ran a hand over his buzzed hair. His scars were no longer as angry and red as they were when he first came in on that rainy Tuesday afternoon seven months ago. You can still recite every word he said to you that day like some silly school girl daydreaming about the cute boy in study hall. Some nights you did just that, on evenings when he didn’t come by or stayed far too late and left your heart aching for another ten minutes.

Scars or no, he was still the most handsome Alpha you had ever seen.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I, uh, it's been a tough few days is all, and I haven't had a second to come in."

You eyed him for a long minute, and you realized what he meant by a tough few days. More like it smacked you right in the face -- rut.

Did he share his rut with someone?

No. No, probably not.

Billy didn’t seem to give his trust freely, so you doubted he called a Service Center to help him through his rut. That didn't mean he didn't have an Omega in his life, one he trusted enough to share it with. It shouldn’t matter if he did, so why did you want to know so badly? It would be easier if you could simply scent him to find out. That’s what you wanted to do. You were aching to scent him right there in the middle of the damn diner in front of Karen, May, and anyone else that wanted to stare. You wanted to be sure there wasn’t a hint of another Omega anywhere near him, maybe leave a little bit of you on him.

What the hell was wrong with you?

You’ve never been this possessive before. Even with James, you never cared if he came home smelling like another Omega. Hell, you never gave it a thought. Billy wasn’t yours, and you needed to remember that.

"I’m glad you’re back. I missed you."

Billy tried to fight off his grin. He tried hard, but it still showed up brightly enough to make you simper. He must have liked that because his scent sweetened, and it was so thick it had your knees shaking. You stood up as straight as you could and locked your knees. Letting your legs give out over some handsome Alpha like a stereotypical Omega would be a shame you could never come back from.

"Is that right?" Billy drawled, smirking as he took in the tremble in your knees and the honey sugaring your scent.

"Yeah, you're my favorite customer,” you answered with a slight shrug. Billy chuckled and ducked his head to hide the pink spreading from his cheeks down his neck, but you caught the rosy hue regardless.

"Favorite." He recited the word as if he didn't like the way it tasted on his tongue like he was confused as to why you would use that word in association with him.

"Without question,” you assured him.

The hesitation in his eyes and confusion had your heart breaking. Someone along the way, recently or long ago, made him feel as though he wasn’t worthy of being someone’s favorite, of being that important to someone. The thought made your gut clench in the worst way. Billy was more than deserving of that title.

"So, I'm about to get off. My shift actually ended about ten minutes ago. Well, technically, my shift ended at two, not eight, but one of the girls is out making medical history, so here I am."

"Oh,” Billy murmured. He was disappointed, that was plain to see. The light in Billy’s eyes instantly faded, and he began to slide out of the booth. You had a feeling if he left now, he would end up picking tacos off the dollar menu at some fast-food chain, eating all alone back at his place. You couldn’t have that now, could you? Besides, friends have dinner together all the time. Isn’t that what Karen told you every time she had dinner with Frank?

Yes, friends could have dinner together, and it didn’t have to mean more than noodles and cheese.

”I can- I'll go eat somewhere else. I don’t want to keep you if you’re going home.”

You rested your hand on his shoulder to keep him from sliding out past you and shook your head, still smiling down at him. "Oh, no, you don’t. Unless you want to leave, of course. Food here isn't great."

Billy looked up at you, and his eyes have gone dark again, but it wasn’t in the way you liked. He was struggling to figure out what he wanted to say. You could see the moment Billy gave in to whatever it was, he was wrestling with and confessed, “I don't come here for the food.”

Your heart was pounding so hard you swore you could hear it in your ears. No doubt, Billy could pick it up in your scent. You never considered buying suppressants until you met Billy Russo. Then again, there were a lot of things you never considered until you met him. You blew out a shaky breath, and your words came out in as a stuttering mess, "Then… w-why do you come h-here?"

Billy held your gaze but didn’t elaborate further. It was probably for the best. If he had said what you thought could be the reason you might have melted right there at his feet and would have been forced to quit your job citing irremediable humiliation.

"Okay, um, well, I maybe thought I could eat with you? I haven't eaten since this morning, and I've been working all day, so I’m starving."

Billy frowned at that, and he quickly pressed for more, "You haven't eaten all day? So, that means you worked all day without taking a break?”

"Yeah, it happens. Some days it's really busy, and I don't get a second. Roger, our boss, he’s not great at following labor laws. If things get busy like they were today, there is no way he’s letting me take a break.”

If it was possible, Billy’s eyes blackened, and his normal candied scent turned sour. It was a subtle change to the whiskey and brown sugar scent you’ve come to know. He wasn’t on blockers, nor were you, it made his feelings easy to read. You weren’t sure he liked that fact at the moment. The scrunch of his nose and the wrinkle in his brow said he was trying to control his feelings to keep them hidden from you, or maybe he was attempting to understand whatever feeling was jumbled in his head.

“I don’t-- I don’t like that. You should be getting breaks so you can eat. You have to eat.”

You didn’t like it either, but there was little you could do. You had no way to prove that Roger refused to let you take breaks, and it wasn’t like he said he would fire you if you went on break. It only was heavily implied, and he knew when to use an Alpha command, with the tiniest drop in his voice, he had Omegas scampering to do as he wished. Thankfully, you have yet to be on the receiving end, and you had no intention of experiencing it. You needed this job whether or not Billy approved of your break schedule. You couldn’t do anything about Roger or your schedule, but you might be able to fix Billy’s spoiled mood and catch another glimpse of his pretty smile.

"How about you feed me then?" You suggested with a grin.

Billy’s frown quickly faded into a crooked smirk, a gentle chuckle followed, and everything turned sweeter. Whenever Billy was smiling, there was a little more sugar and a little less whiskey floating nearby, and it often left your head spinning for days after. You’ve never been one to fall for a sugar rush over a whiskey high -- until now.

"Okay, Sunshine. I can do that. Do you want to eat here or somewhere else?"

"Where are you most comfortable?"

"Where am I most comfortable…” Billy repeated the question, brows furrowed in thought, and he responded without thinking, “I’m most comfortable when I’m with you."

Billy quickly realized that was not what you meant when he looked up to see your eyes widen. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter as he tacked on an addendum, hoping you would ignore his first admission. "Nowhere that’s loud. Or, um, crowded. I’m not great in large rowdy groups. I need a place I can sit like this. My back against the wall and know my exits."

You knew that already and now you were mad at yourself for making him admit it out loud, but you had to confess not all of his revelation sounded so bad.

"I'll tell you what I live right around the corner. How about you come over, and I'll make you dinner?"

Inviting an Alpha you barely knew back to your place wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done. Everyone knows, Omegas at least, you never tell an Alpha your address until you’re courting, and you know what kind you’re dealing with. You couldn’t explain why but your heart and your head were telling you to trust him and when they agree on something you listen.

“You want me to come back to your apartment?”

Billy seemed to be questioning your judgment, but nothing felt wrong about having Billy in your home.

“Only if it will make you feel more comfortable. If not, I know a pizza place a few blocks away, but we will have to catch a cab.”

You truly didn’t mind either way as long as Billy was comfortable. He took a few thoughtful seconds before he nodded. “Your place is okay. If you’re sure, you want me to know where you live.”

You grinned and stepped back so he could stand. “Let me grab my purse, and I’ll meet you by the door, okay?”

Billy didn’t have a chance to answer because you were bounding off towards the counter and the group of nosy Omegas watching you both with interest. Billy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, watching you share a few hushed whispers with the older woman behind the register.

“You’re leaving together? Y/n, this is not a good idea. Why can’t you stay here together where we keep an eye on you? It would be safer that way.”

“I said I’m fine. I don’t need you to look after me just because I’m an Omega. I can handle myself, and I can handle Billy.”

“He’s not what you think. I only want you to be careful.”

You jerked your jacket out from under the counter and slipped your arms into the black puffy arms. You were already done with this. She didn’t know Billy any better than you did. Maybe she saw some things, or he came off like a typical asshole Alpha once when they first met, but the only conversation they have had revolved around grilled cheese sandwiches and you. You stopped in front of May, and you couldn’t keep the ice out of your voice even if you had wanted to. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe he’s not what you think? I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night, May.”

Billy glanced over your shoulder and back at you as you approached. “Everything alright over there?”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged as you stepped out the door Billy was holding open for you. “Co-worker drama.”

There were tiny bits of moonlight shining down on the sidewalk next to you. It was awkward at first. This wasn’t your normal dynamic. Billy came in and ordered the same grilled cheese and fries every night; not that you could blame him for that, it was probably the only edible thing on the menu. You would make some cute comment about melted cheese and Billy would give you that smile that set skin on fire, he left a tip that was always triple the cost of the tiny sandwich and promised to see you real soon. You knew the risks that came with what you were doing. You are breaking the first rule they teach you in Orientation class, but you didn’t care, and it didn’t scare you.

Billy didn’t scare you.

“You know you really shouldn’t invite Alphas you don’t know back to your apartment. It’s not safe. I could be anyone. I could be some asshole Alpha using that sweetness in your heart to take advantage of you.”

Maybe that was the thing that should scare you -- your blind trust for an Alpha you barely knew.

“No, you’re not, Billy.”

“Yeah? How do you know that, Sunshine?”

Billy was teasing you, the mile-wide grin on his face told you so. You shook your head and matched his smile. The answer was pretty simple, really. It was the one thing missing with James. You felt the tension in your shoulders lift, and you told him the only thing about tonight that mattered.

“I can feel it.”

Masterlist // Part 2

#Alpha!Billy Russo x Omega! Reader #Billy Russo x reader #Billy Russo x you #Billy Russo x yn #Billy Russo #A/B/O au #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!billy #alternate universe

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replies on this post ( @ngocthach4020, numbering mine ):

Counterarguments:

1 - While I do agree that Zhan Tiri does a good job making it seem like she does care about Cassandra, the fact that Cassandra trusted a total stranger for over a year in itself makes her intelligence dubious at best. Not to mention Cassandra never asks the total stranger who mysteriously knows this much about her for her NAME during all that time, nor tries to find out anything else about her.

2 - Rapunzel is the heir to the throne. Of course she’s going to get more recognition than Cassandra. Cassandra herself was given multiple guard assignments throughout Season 1, cheered on by the people of Corona even when she came second place to Rapunzel at the Challenge of the Brave, and trusted with leading the assault against Varian in the season finale. This isn’t even getting into how she has plenty of opportunities at Ingvarr or Vardaros.

3 - The people of Vardaros focused on Rapunzel despite preferring Cassandra over her, yes, but that doesn’t change how they treated Rapunzel like dirt and Cassandra seemed to LIKE that.

4 - In the song I’d Give Anything, Rapunzel does acknowledge she wronged Cassandra.

5 - Just because Cassandra has legitimate grievances, it doesn’t excuse her trying to murder people who never did anything bad to her, which she does several times throughout Season 3.

firstly: i mean this in the kindest way possible but none of these are actually counter-arguments to the point i was making, which is that cassandra has very good reasons for her decision to trust zhan tiri and be emotionally vulnerable with her in the house of yesterday’s tomorrow. #2 is the only one relevant to the subject at hand, #1, #4, and #5 all concern things that happen after the incident being discussed and are thus irrelevant, and for #3 it’s unclear to me what point you think you’re countering and also, i have no idea what you’re talking about.

but as with anything i have plenty of thoughts

#1: i have two thoughts about this one

the first is that this is, first and foremost, a writing issue. for whatever reason, the writing team was not interested in digging into cassandra’s character arc in s3, and they also were not interested in developing zhan tiri as a character, and they really were not interested in elaborating on the cass + zhan tiri friendship whatsoever. the end result of this lack of interest is that all of this character development is gestured at or loosely implied, and the vast majority of their relationship occurs off screen. we are shown their first meeting in relative detail, given a handful of brief glimpses that mostly comprise zhan tiri saying a line or two while cassandra listens and glares, and then given the end result of cass doing whatever zhan tiri tells her to do until a narratively convenient plot device is inserted to make her stop. the character development in this arc is extremely poor. no one is arguing that it isn’t.

however my second thought is that, as a consequence, “cass travels with this person for almost a year without ever asking her name or trying to find out anything about her” is not, in fact, canon. that’s a matter of interpretation. (eg: i spent the entirety of the first half of the season assuming that of course cassandra knew who zhan tiri was, my reaction to CR in this regard boiled down to “well if cass didn’t already know that was zhan tiri she certainly does NOW,” RTTS did nothing to change my mind, and i was legitimately taken aback when OAH confirmed that cass just didn’t know. all of this was a plausible interpretation because so little of the cass + ziti relationship actually develops on screen. there is SO MUCH information missing.)

the point being: the only canonical information we have regarding zhan tiri’s identity and cassandra’s knowledge thereof is that cassandra doesn’t learn zhan tiri’s true identity until OAH. this does not preclude cassandra pressing the issue and zhan tiri lying to her by telling her a fake name, or feigning ignorance (a la “i’ve been trapped in that house for as long as i can remember and i have no idea where i came from or who i was before then,” which is absolutely a plausible cover story given the kind of things tromus pulled off whilst team corona was trapped in the HOYT and that cass herself has very recent experience with magical memory loss), or masquerading as an aspect of the moonstone itself (which is at least plausible enough that a good chunk of the fandom theorized that that’s who she was in the early half of the season).

there is, frankly, no evidence to support interpreting cassandra’s “who are you?” as “i’ve literally never asked this question before” instead of “you told me things about yourself that i believed but it’s not adding up anymore so i’m confronting you on your lies” or vice versa, because... we just don’t know. i personally favor the latter interpretation over the former, because it makes more sense to me, but the text is unclear.

all of which is to say: the post was about why cassandra trusts zhan tiri initially, a questions which - as i said in the original post - is answered very clearly on screen. there is not enough canonical information about the development of their relationship afterwards to do anything more than speculative analysis, ie headcanon, regarding how zhan tiri cultivated that trust. for what it’s worth my personal assumption is that zhan tiri continued to act as she does in RR, fostering the emotional connection between herself and cassandra, and that shortly after the stinger in who’s afraid of the big bad wolf (ie their second proper meeting) she gave cass some explanation of who she was and what she wanted. i also make the general assumption that they shared a lot of conversations during the long walk back to corona because it is ludicrous to imagine otherwise.

#2: cassandra is a commoner who was indoctrinated from birth with the cultural belief that the lives of the royal family are more important and have more inherent worth than her own. this only intensified once rapunzel returned to corona. cassandra exists in a system that chews her up and spits her out without so much as a thank you, and rapunzel is the center around which that system orbits. “rapunzel is the heir to the throne so of course she gets more recognition than cassandra, her servant” isn’t, in fact, a counterargument. that is exactly the problem. the world cass is in is inherently devalues her personhood. even her own father repeatedly prioritizes his duty to the monarchy over the wellbeing of his daughter.

in s1, cass is given guard duties which she is expected to fit around her already extremely busy schedule as a maid and lady-in-waiting to the princess, all without ever being made an actual member of the royal guard. she is given, in other words, all of the work and responsibility without any of the recognition, salary, benefits, or job security afforded to actual guards, and she is expected to do it during her scant time off. and she does it all with the constant unspoken threat of being sent to a convent against her will if she screws up looming over her head. that’s not... privilege or an opportunity, that’s flat out exploitation.

even in SOTS, she is only put in command of the assault on old corona because most of the higher officers of the guard are out of commission, including the captain. and this happens mere hours after her father forcibly sends her to a convent, which really underscores what little autonomy cassandra has in her life and how capricious and arbitrary any “opportunities” that come her way in corona are.

yes, she is better accepted in vardaros and the queen of ingvarr did at one point extend an invitation for her to join the battalion in ingvarr, but—again, that’s not really a counterargument. “cassandra would have to leave her home and move to a foreign kingdom in order to be treated with respect and live as her authentic self” is an enormous indictment of corona itself.

#3: the vardarans are less than receptive to rapunzel attempting to force her sunny demeanor onto them and react with hostile indifference when she persists even after being told—by multiple people including vex, quaid, cassandra, and iirc eugene—that her behavior was not wanted or welcome. they make their opinions known without making any attempt to soften the blow, but—with the one exception of “ya clod” lady—none of them harass or bully her. i’m not sure where you’re getting “they treat her like dirt” from. they treat her like people who are annoyed with having someone else’s culture jammed down their throats by some foreign princess, which,

cass, by the same token, enjoys being surrounded by people she “clicks” with and with whom she can just relax and be herself, and she repeatedly cautions rapunzel against trying to make the vardarans act, think, and feel like coronans... in other words, she advises rapunzel to be culturally sensitive. and she’s right to do so. cass doesn’t start gloating about being better liked until after rapunzel lashes out at her and makes a huge deal out of cass’s events being different / more in tune with vardaran culture than her own.

#4: things rapunzel does a full year after cass meets zhan tiri in the shell house are not relevant to the question of why cass trusts zhan tiri in the shell house and also lol no... she doesn’t? these are the lyrics of i’d give anything:

[RAPUNZEL] I know we've grown apart It breaks my heart in two I miss your company The closeness we once knew

I won't pretend to know Just what you're going through But I'd give anything for you Yes, I'd give anything to relive everything with you So if you find that you're in darkness or despair Though you won't turn to me Please know I'll be right there Name any sacrifice I'll pay the price that's due 'Cause I'd give anything for you Yes, I'd give anything to relive everything we knew Yes, I'd give anything For you

i don’t... know how to read an expression of apology or even just acknowledgement of wrongdoing into this song because it... isn’t there. this is the exact same sentiment rapunzel spends the entirety of s3 expressing, which is that she misses her friendship with cass and would do anything to get it back and she doesn’t understand why cassandra is so upset. and frankly it really. does not reflect well on rapunzel as a character because cassandra explains her grievances very clearly at the beginning of the season: “my whole life, i’ve been cast aside for you. no more,” followed by, you know, the entirety of crossing the line.

like even just... compare rapunzel’s lines at the top of crossing the line:

[RAPUNZEL] This has to stop now Whatever it is that you're going through We'll fix it together, me and you Just like we've always done

to her lines in i’d give anything:

I won't pretend to know Just what you're going through

there has been zero growth. zero recognition of the fact that cassandra has, by the time of i’d give anything, told rapunzel what she’s going through at least three times. (she laid everything out for rapunzel in the dark fortress after taking the moonstone; in gothel’s mirror room in TOTS, cassandra expressed her anguish over gothel’s abandonment and her feelings of inferiority; in OAH, cass used feldspar’s play to fumblingly express her difficulty sharing her feelings with rapunzel; and if you want to count the BVA rock telepathy and cassandra furiously screaming “i don’t follow your orders anymore!” in CR, that brings us to a total of five times that cassandra shares at least part of what she’s “going through” with rapunzel only for it to, apparently, go in one ear and out the other because by plus est raps is still like “what could POSSIBLY be GOING ON with cass.”)

the closest rapunzel ever comes to expressing her own wrongdoing is the mealy-mouthed “we both did things wrong” sentiment in OAH (“maybe you’re right and it is your fault, rapunzel... partially...”), which she then undermines by going essentially “but if you had just told me how you felt then none of this would have happened” (ignoring that cass... did... tell her how she felt... repeatedly... in s2...) and rapunzel acknowledging that it was probably annoying to deal with a sunny “flower child” when she was fresh out of the tower (which is true, but entirely glosses over her treatment of cass in s2). in the former instance it’s unclear what, if anything, rapunzel truly thinks she did wrong (certainly “not listening” isn’t it), and in the latter case she is apologizing for being ~too free-spirited~ in the first couple weeks after the tower which... wasn’t even the problem back then and certainly wasn’t the core problem in s2. and by her own admission in i’d give anything rapunzel still doesn’t even understand why cassandra was upset in the first place, let alone how she may have contributed to it.

like the utter dearth of development between cass and zhan tiri, this is ultimately a writing problem that reflects poorly on the character, rather than a character problem per se. for whatever reason, the writing team didn’t want to examine the legitimacy of cassandra’s actual grievances—which by extension meant that they couldn’t write rapunzel as having any awareness of those grievances, so the end result is cass obsessing over gothel and rapunzel spending the entire season baffled, just baffled, about what cass is so worked up about, all while sadly pining for the friendship they used to have and vocalizing a desire to get it back but simultaneously ignoring everything cass says about why she’s upset, because rapunzel listening to cass would require rapunzel to genuinely wrestle with her own role in what happened, which isn’t possible because that would loop us back around to all those legitimate grievances that the writers just didn’t want to (or couldn’t) deal with.

but tldr no at no point in the narrative of s3 does rapunzel genuinely acknowledge the actual things she did wrong by cass.

#5: i’m genuinely not sure why you think this is even relevant at all, unless you somehow read “cass did nothing wrong” into the argument of “it is both natural and reasonable for cass to trust the one (1) person who appears to give a damn about how she feels,” which i think says more about you than it does about me.

#rta

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Be True Pt.2 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/n: I half-wrote this a month ago, but then I decided to make it Christmas themed. And so here it is, the part two to I Need You Alive. Another thing, I have 0 experience on “meet the parents” thing so this might not be that realistic :’)

Keys: Y/H/T: Your Hometown, Y/M: Your Mum, Y/D: Your Dad

Genre: Fluff, duh.

Warning(s): Jason is most likely a bit OOC (I’m not so sure where to put the Todd into a family meeting, forgive me.), I didn’t proofread this yet so beware the spelling or grammar mistakes.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 1903

Snowy road, a small morning light shines, Christmas songs on the radio, a calm and comfortable silence between Y/N and Jason in the car. At least for Y/N. Jason on the other hand, he’s nervous.

The two are on the way to Y/N’s parents’ house. They had planned this a few months back, but due to Jason being Red Hood and needing to help the Batfam, they had to hold it back. And finally, here they are. On the way to Y/H/T for Christmas. And Jason as I said earlier is nervous.

His body is a little tense, hands gripping the steering wheel, traces of worry on his face. It wasn’t until he let out an audible sigh when Y/N notices that her boyfriend is in distress.

“Jaybird, what’s wrong?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Huh? Oh nothing.” Jason hesitantly answered.

Y/N’s brows creased, tilting her head slightly. And then a small smile shows on her face, “Anxious? Nervous again? I thought I already said that my parents likes you?”

“But I never met them in person. What if the first official impression is bad? They’d change their minds.” He let out another sigh, slowing the car down when he realized that he’s gone a bit too fast on his anxious state.

After a moment of focusing on the road ahead, he heard Y/N giggles. Jason glanced at her for a while before he turn back to the road. “What? What is it?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s just- you’re THE Red Hood, you fight crimes at night like a badass, gone on dangerous missions and such with Batman and the others, and yet here you are afraid of meeting my parents.”

“I’m not ‘afraid.’ I’m just worried.” He argued.

Y/N puts her hand that was previously on Jason’s shoulder on her mouth to stop herself from letting out a laugh, which didn’t really work since Jason could still hear her. Nonetheless, he chuckled along with her. “Okay, fine. I’m a little afraid. Just a little.”

Y/N’s laugh dies down as she shakes her head, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. My parents are chill. Sometimes strict, but they’re nice people. Besides, it’s just for a day. Trust me when I say you’ll be fine, you big dork.” She chuckles, leaning to his side to kiss his cheek and give him a reassuring smile. Jason’s shoulder falls in a relieved manner. He nods slowly, indicating to Y/N that he’s okay now. Well, at least, better than before.

“Okay. I’m alright. I’m Jason Peter Todd, the second Robin and now Red Hood, and I’m gonna meet your parents and they’re gonna fucking like me!” His voice gets louder and more energetic on each word he says.

“That’s the fucking spirit, Todd!” Y/N announced.

Once again, both of them goes on to another laughing session.

This might not be as bad as I thought, Jason thinks.

. . . .

They arrived at Y/N’s parents’ house just a few hours later around 11 AM. Given the fact that there was not a lot of traffic jams and the snow is not pouring like that scene from Frozen.

Jason parked the car and turn down the engines. He takes a deep breath, turning his head to Y/N, who’s taking off her seatbelt and wrapping her neck and half of her face with a scarf.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

With that, they stepped out of the car and walks to the front door. Y/N knocked the door a few times, “Mum, Dad! I’m- we’re home!”

There are rushing-footsteps sounds coming from inside of the house, followed by a small and cheerful, “It’s them! Coming!”

The door opens to reveal a friendly looking woman wearing a cream coloured sweater and some comfortable black pants. Her face lights up even brighter when she looked at Y/N and Jason. The woman then rushed to hug Y/N with an enthusiastic laugh.

“Y/N! You’re here! Oh and merry Christmas, sweetheart!”

“Merry Christmas to you too, mum. Missed you. Sorry we took so long to visit.” Y/N said hugging her back.

“Oh it’s fine. I know how busy you are.” Her mum smiled at her. She takes a look at Jason for a second, before she went up to him and hugging him as well. “You must be the guy Y/N is whipped for. She talks a lot about you. That explains why I was eager for you to visit. Also, merry Christmas, Jason!”

A subtle blush shows on Jason’s face. Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s the fact that Y/N’s mum said that her daughter talks about him to her parents. His tense body slowly ease into her embrace, a smile shows up on his face. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Y/L/N. Sorry for making you wait.”

“Again, its fine, Jason. All is well here, no worries! And please, call me Y/M. Don’t be so formal.” She smiles at Jason. Even on this cold day, like Y/N’s, Y/M’s smile is capable of warming him. Ah, so that’s where she inherited the personality from.

“Now come on, brunch is ready!”

Y/M opens the door wider and made a motion with her hands for Y/N and Jason to come in. They took off their beanies, scarfs, outer jackets, and puts them on the hanger inside, beside the door.

“Y/D? They’re here!” Y/M announced as she walks to the kitchen with Jason and Y/N trailing behind.

“Wait! I haven’t put on my sweater!” A male voice replied from the living room.

Y/N stops her track and peep her head into the living room to see her dad standing up from the couch just after he puts the sweater on. He was wearing a classic green-red-white Christmas themed sweater with little snowmen on it and a pair of dark grey pants.

“Dad! Merry Christmas!” She made her way to her father’s embrace.

“Merry Christmas, little one.” Much like her mum, he has a friendly face decorated with a grin. “Is he here?”

The girl nodded and turns her head towards Jason who was waiting by the entrance. He realized that they were waiting for him, so he took soft but quick steps to them. Y/N grabs his arm and pull it close. Sort of like she’s hugging Jason’s arm.

“Dad, this is Jason. The one you ‘want to intimidate.’”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Y/L/N.” Jason says, putting his right arm for Y/D to shake.

Y/D completely ignores the hand and sling his arm on Jason’s shoulder as Y/N lets him go. His eyebrows scrunched, looking at Jason like he’s inspecting him to see if he’s a good news or bad news. Once again, Jason feels afraid under his stare. But that feeling was quickly wiped away when Y/D smiles at him and shaking his hand.

“Just Y/D is okay. Nice to meet you, Jason! Are you treating her right?” He asked, patting him and nods his head to Y/N.

“I sure hope I am. Y/N, what do you think?”

“Eh, you’re okay.” She teased.

Jason fake gasped while Y/D snickered. “How could you say that? After everything we’ve been through!”

“I’m joking! He’s amazing, dad.” She laughed.

“Good, as expected then. Now come eat your foods! It’s not staying warm forever you know?” Y/M’s voice called from the living room entrance where Jason was standing before. She was leaning on the frame, with her hands crossed like a mother who’s playfully scolding her 5 year old. Or- olds.

All of them then went to the kitchen and sit in the dining area. They shared random lighthearted conversations. At times, Y/N’s parents asked Jason about himself which Jason had to answer without telling them about his nighttime persona. In the middle of the whole funny, embarrassing, or adventurous stories they share, Y/N puts her hand on Jason’s thigh and squeeze it lightly to get his attention.

“See? They like you.” She whispered to him. Jason just gave her a cocky smile, “of course they do.”

“Bold thing to say for someone who’s afraid to go here a few hours ago.”

“That was natural reaction, Y/L/N.” He whispered back,

“Sure. Whatever you say, Red Hood.” She leans closer to his ear and whispered more quietly on the last part so that her parents won’t hear.

“I swear, if you’re gonna compare the Red Hood me and THIS me again…” Y/N just giggled at him making her parents look at them with fond smiles.

. . . .

What was supposed to be an hour brunch turned into 3 hours. They got caught into the conversations. Plus, Y/M feels the need to show Jason Y/N’s old pictures to which Jason took pics of and he definitely sends it to Grayson.

Now Jason and Y/D are sharing hot chocolate in the living room while the girls are in the kitchen tidying things up while chit-chatting happily. Girl things probably…

Jason stares at Y/N from his seat. As cliché as it sounds, the light coming from the window made her look pretty almost like a scene from a movie. Not that she’s not pretty before, but right now she’s exceptionally pretty. She’s not perfect, physically nor mentally. He knows that. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. As he smiled at her, she smiled back before continuing her talk with her mum.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Y/D suddenly asked.

“I do. I do, sir.” He softly answered making Y/D hum in an accepting manner.

He hesitated, but Jason Wonder Woman-ed up and leans closer to Y/D just in case the girls could hear him. They might not be able to considering the flow of their girl-talk, but he’s being careful. “Sir, I know this is too soon but I was wondering… Do I have your blessing to take her hand? I’m not going to do it yet in a short time and I know we’re still early in the relationship, but am I good enough for her to you?”

Y/D’s lips thinned. Right now, he looked seriously intimidating to Jason. He takes a deep breath before looking at the robin again. “To be honest, I don’t think anyone is good enough for Y/N. Not in my eyes at least. She’s precious, gentle, and yet- she’s brave and strong. Complete with flaws but that doesn’t make her any less of a woman. My little princess. The last thing I want is for someone to break her in any way.”

Jason looked down to his mug, tracing the rim of the mug. His heart fell little by little when he heard those words. Y/D sipped his hot chocolate, looking at the almost empty mug.

“That being said, be true with her, Jason.”

Jason’s eyes shot up from the mug up to look at him. “Sir?”

“You’re enough for her. Hurt her and I’ll hunt you down.” Despite the threat, he still give Jason a fatherly pat on the back and his smile is back. Jason chuckled shakily, nodding his head. “Thank you and don’t worry,” he glances back at Y/N, “I don’t plan on hurting her.”

. . . .

“You really are her father, aren’t you?” Jason questioned.

“I am. What’s with the sudden question?” Y/D asked back with a confused smile and one eyebrow raised.

“It’s just that you can threat someone with a very innocent face. Y/N does that a lot.”

A/n: Have a happy Christmas, everyone! I hope you got what you wanted for Christmas this year.

Masterlist

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #Jason Todd #merry chrysler #red hood imagine

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shreddedparchment · 5 years

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Pseudo Princess Pt.14

A Special Visitor

11/03/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 5,660

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, angst, a teensy bit of fluff

A/N: Okay! Here it is. The chapter that most of you have been expecting. There was supposed to be more in it but it was getting too long and I thought it would be better to divert the rest to the next chapter. I hope you like it! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work!

TAGS ARE CLOSED FOR THIS STORY!

You’re eating when Peter thrusts your bedroom door open.

Mid-chew, toast with delicious raspberry jam freshly made sent up with a big pink bow tied around the rim of the small silver dish it was placed in—a gift from his Majesty apparently, the first of many Natasha assures you—you look up, your other hand still stroking the locket around our neck in contemplation.

The necklace is confusing, a weighty reminder of the painful first six months of your marriage and the promise that his Majesty made last night about giving you space.

His words of love. His declaration that he might not love you the way he loved Margaret, but that he loves you all the same.

You’re not sure what that means exactly. Is it not romantic? Does he not see you as a woman? Maybe you’re like a sister? Or some other kind of relation to him?

What if you are with child like you’ve been suspecting? Will he stop coming to your bed?

Not that you’d been enjoying yourself with him. His love making had been routine. Enough to get the job done. There’d been a few sweet caresses. A couple scandalous licks and suckles, but for the most part his Majesty had kept his head nestled in your neck.

He’d never once kissed you or looked you in the eyes the way Thor had.

Would a life without romantic love really be that bad? As long as you and his Majesty feel together, like a real family, does it matter that he won’t love you the way you’ve been loving him?

Your mind roams to Thor, his hands curled around your thighs as his head disappears between your legs.

The utter excitement of that moment, the wish that it was his Majesty’s head there making you feel the way Thor did makes you sigh.

You want his Majesty to want you. You want him to ravish you the way Thor did. To make you feel good. To stare into your eyes with that unbridled desire.

You want him to hold your hands, to caress them like he caressed it last night when he gave you your necklace back.

You want him.

But you’re angry.

And you hate him a little for all of the Margaret talk. He hadn’t realized he was doing it, but you don’t care.

You may be little, and unimportant, and poor in your own name, and as common as the dirt beneath your feet…but you’re woman enough that your pride is wounded when the man you love, your husband, compares you to the woman whose shoes you’ve been expected to fill.

Shoes you refuse to fill.

You aren’t Margaret. And you won’t try to be.

His Majesty seems to get that now, or so you hope.

“Peter?” Natasha asks, getting up from her seat by your freshly extinguished fire.

It’s hot in your room.

“They’re back.” He gasps, and Nat’s eyes widen.

“Where?” She demands.

“They’re coming up the Southern gate.” Peter swallows hard, catching his breath.

“Stay with her Majesty.” Nat orders, and sweeps from the room as she raises the yellow skirt of her dress to move with haste.

Slowly you rise, putting your bread down as you lick your lips.

“Who-?” You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you’d almost forgotten! “Bucky?”

Peter nods. “They’ll be here in minutes.”

“Does he have the old woman with him?” You wonder, your heart suddenly pounding.

“Yes.” Peter smiles then hurries to your side as your legs grow weak.

“Oh, my goodness!” He exclaims, catching your arm and wrapping his around your waist to help support you. “Are you okay?”

You nod, clinging to his offered arm as he helps you sit.

“Just a little dizzy.” And overwhelmed. You’ll know in minutes. Minutes. Whether you finally succeeded or not.

You’ve felt so terrible all these past few months, night after night of his Majesty coming to you and still you weren’t pregnant.

What if there’s something wrong with your body? What if you can’t give him an heir? He'll leave you for sure. Find a more fertile woman to bear his sons.

“Shall I get you some wine?” He asks, glancing at the decanter by your bread and jam.

“Water.” You sigh. “I’ll get it.”

You make to get up, to fetch your own water but Peter flicks his hand down towards your feet, forefinger and pinky extended, his thumb holding his two middle fingers down against his palm.

Whip! You hear, and stumble back into the chair but look down at your feet.

They’re wrapped up in sticky web, preventing you from moving them.

It had happened so quickly, between the moment you pulled your dress up to rise and falling back down, Peter had immobilized you.

“Peter!” You complain.

“I'll get your water." He moves to pour you a glass then hands it over, squatting down to cut your feet loose.

“How did you do that so quickly?” You ask him.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just do. Things move a little slow…but fast at the same time for me. I’m not sure how to explain it, your Majesty.”

He smiles at you then gets up to peek out towards the second set of doors to your room into the hallway.

You’ve been in Peter’s company for half a year and he had yet to show you his capabilities. Despite knowing who he is, what he can do, you’re suddenly aware of how modest he’s been about said abilities.

In fact, he’s tries his best to be as normal as possible. Almost as if he’s trying not to draw attention to it.

Still reeling from Peter’s display, you’re caught off guard as Nat crosses in, smiling, gesturing towards you as the weathered and kind familiar face from the mud pit comes shuffling through.

She stops in your doorway, Nat moving aside, Bucky moving around to stand behind Nat, his hand finding its way into her own.

He looks tired—his hair hanging limply, unwashed for the two days that he’d been gone, probably, still wearing the same clothes—but happy to be with his redhead.

You stand slowly, setting your glass of water aside as the woman narrows her eyes at you.

It takes her a moment but just as a light of recognition shines in her eyes, you find your voice.

“Hello again, grandmother. I see you never bought yourself a new dress.” You sigh, smiling at her fondly.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She moves towards you and with coarse wool gloves, the fingers cut off leasing frayed fabric, she caresses your cheeks. “I have been thinking on you since the day King Anthony abducted you.”

Nervously you look up at Nat as a small look of confusion overcomes Bucky’s face.

Nat’s pleased grin is replaced with understanding. She nods then turns to push Bucky towards the door.

“Okay, you’ve done your duty. Out.” She orders.

“Nat, what are you doing?” Bucky complains. “I wanna-”

“Her Majesty doesn’t care what you want. Give her some space. Why don’t you go bother Steve? He’s been pouting all day.” Nat turns as she gets him out of the room finally and shuts the doors with one final smile at you and a reassuring nod.

“Grandmother,” You sigh, reaching up to take her hands. “I-”

“I won’t tell anyone where you come from, don’t worry.” She pats your hand and you pull her towards the fireplace where you help her into one of your light blue seats and then take the other.

“Thank you. I don’t know what his Majesty would do if he found out that I’m not…”

The old woman leans away from you slowly, narrowing her eyes as she looks you up and down.

For a long moment, you hold your breath, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

This is why you had her brought here. This is why you wanted to see her and no one else.

He reaches up to press her right hand against your cheek then reaches down to place her left flat against the stomach of your dress.

She’s absolutely still, and with you she waits.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She says, and you inhale, heart breaking because you’re wrong.

You must be wrong because there’s no way she would sound so sad if you had succeeded.

Your lip quivers, eyes burn.

“You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” She states, and you half laugh and half cry as you cover your face with both hands at the sheer burst of joy that flares through you. “But you are unhappy.”

That’s why she sounded sad?!

You get a hold of yourself a bit, push your tears back but you can feel them hovering on your lashes.

“Oh, grandmother, I’m so happy.” You sigh, losing all strength in your legs.

She helps you sit down again, then takes the simpler chair in front of you.

“You can’t fool me, girl.” She says sternly, disapproving but you aren’t lying!

Pregnant. Finally. You can fulfill the last duty that you had as Queen of Broklin. And maybe you might be a fool for thinking it in the moment, but you know that his Majesty will be happy when you tell him that you’re finally with child.

“But I am happy. I have been so worried that there might be something wrong with me. His Majesty was able to begin a family with his first wife-”

“And you were afraid that you wouldn’t measure up?” She frowns. “He’s made you unhappy.”

That you can’t deny.

“I…marriage has been difficult. I never saw myself marrying to begin with. I thought I could live my little life out in my home. I never wanted much.” You lean back against the chair, tired. “I didn’t need a lot of money or fancy clothes. I would have been happy with maybe a few more jobs so that I could eat every day, but even that was not necessary.”

“You’re a fool.” The old woman says.

You meet her eyes and the scolding in her eyes is clear.

“Are you some meager waif?” She demands, her withered hand in a fist on your table.

“I-”

“Did you pull yourself out of obscurity so that you could let some spoiled, self-serving King walk all over you?”

“He’s not-” You begin, but she slams her hand on the table and it startles you so badly the words die on your lips.

“Why are you withering?”

Withering? You think back to when you first arrived, the excitement you’d felt. The eagerness to begin your new life.

All of that had disappeared over time.

You look down at your hands in your lap, carefully tracing the nails of your right hand with your left. Ashamed to look at the old woman because she saw you fight for yourself. You’d been completely different back at home.

Why have you let this defeat you?

“I…I didn’t expect to love my husband.” You admit, biting your bottom lip. “I was curious before we met but once we did, he was nothing like the men back home.”

“Just because he’s showered and dressed in silks does not make him superior, girl.” She scolds.

“It’s not that.” You give her a small grimace, a shake of your head as you think back to the small things that had made you fall hard. “With others, he was different. He loves his friends and does everything that he can to ensure their happiness.

“He was considerate, even if he didn’t speak kindly with me. His words were harsh and unkind, but he’d make sure that I was comfortable. When he learned that I could not read or write, he brought the best scholars to teach me.

“When he learned that I enjoyed jellies and jams, he asked the cooks to make more of it so that I never had a breakfast without it. I’ve wanted for nothing, grandmother, save for his love in return.” You bite your lip, wondering if you should admit this to someone…you didn’t even tell Thor…

“I—I saw him a few times, watching me. A soft expression on his face. I don’t think he knows that I saw him, but when he would look at me in that way, I thought that maybe he was beginning to like me? Perhaps he might someday even come to love me?”

“And he has not?” She asks, uncertain.

“He says that he does.” You sigh. “I ran away.”

“Oh, everyone knows that the Queen of Broklin went missing. Rather, they know that she suddenly disappeared. Some speculators were certain that the King had killed her himself.” She states.

You’re shocked though you really shouldn’t be. Gossip can be terrible, and you know that not many people like you. None of the nobility anyway. Not in Broklin. Your friends are the poor and the wretched.

That’s where you fit in the best.

“People are terrible.” You frown.

“They saw his dislike for you. He has only himself to blame.” She waves her hand, unimpressed with his Majesty it seems and although you’re grateful that she’s so resolutely on your side, you also feel a surge of protectiveness towards him.

The urge to defend him.

You bite the inside of your cheek and will yourself silent. His Majesty doesn’t need you to fight for him. He fights for himself well enough.

Saying nothing, you wallow once again in the pit you’ve managed to crawl into with his Majesty pushing you away all this time. Only now do you see how his neglect really affects you.

Only someone who knew the old you would see it to point it out.

“There, there, dear. I mean nothing by it. But I didn’t swear to your mother on her deathbed that I would look out for you only to have you wilt into submission for a man. King or not.” She nods, firm, decided.

She’s so strange. She doesn’t speak like the beggar woman you thought she was. She almost sounds like nobility herself.

“Will you stay close by?” You wonder, hoping that she’ll remain in Broklin. “I don’t know what to expect with the baby, and I would like you to be here when I give birth.”

The old woman smiles, finally, a bit of kindness for you though you know she means well with her chastising.

“Of course. I have no one else who depends on me.” She reaches for your hands again and gives them a squeeze before cackling, voice raspy and rough as you join her with a chuckle.

“So, will you tell your husband?” She wonders and you don’t need her to clarify what she means.

Your own smile slides right off. Knowing your answer already after thinking about it for two days.

“No.” You sigh. “I want to tell him. I want to make him happy, but I also don’t want to see him. I don’t want to be near him. If I tell him that I’m with child, he will want to be around, and I need a rest. I can’t keep listening to him compare me to her.”

Grandmother nods.

“I’ll wait a little while. Just until I know I can face him again and hold my chin up.” How long that will take, you have no idea.

~~~~~~~~~~

You move Grandmother into a small cottage on the castle property. It’s past the garden, nestled into an outcropping of forest. Shrouded in moss, vine, and pretty yellow wildflowers that make you smile.

She refuses as long as she can, but you insist longer.

You don’t want to ask his Majesty for anything, but with Grandmother here, you need a reason to give him.

My King,

I know that I asked you to keep your distance for my own respite and I had no intention of contacting you, but I was wondering if I might hire a woman to help me improve my health?

She was one of my tutors in the school my father sent me to, and I would greatly appreciate having her close by. I am still not well and could use the assistance.

And because you didn’t want to see ungrateful or uncaring…

I hope you’re well. And that you’re eating and sleeping. I know you pace…

Too much, Y/N.

Regards,

Queen Y/N Rogers of Broklin

If there was one good thing that you felt about writing your letter it was that you finally had a true task to use your schooling on.

Your letters are still a little clumsy. They’re nowhere near as beautiful as Nat’s or your tutor’s, but they are legible.

You’d had to look up a word or two to remember the spelling, but you’re proud as you hold it out to Nat and watch her raise her eyebrows then smile at you.

“I’ll deliver it right away.” She’d said.

His Majesty had replied within half an hour. It felt eager.

Y/N,

Of course, you may hire a new maid, you are entitled to your own servants and may hire a staff as large as you please.

I hope that you are not straining yourself and that you are eating well. You must eat to gain your strength back, my pigeon. Please, do not deprive yourself. I’ll have food sent up every hour in case you get hungry.

Shit…did someone overhear you and Grandmother about being pregnant? You haven’t even confirmed it for Nat.

No. That’s excessive. I’ll have them bring two servings at mealtimes for you, in case you are hungrier than you anticipate.

If you need anything. Don’t hesitate to ask. If I can do something to help…I love you, my darling.

Your stomach flips and your heart erupts into uncontrollable flutters that travel down along your arms and make your fingers numb.

I know you don’t believe me yet, but I’ll keep trying. I’ll never stop trying, Y/N.

You look over at the table with a freshly picked bouquet of peonies, a new pale red cloak—not pink just muted—and a book about the different types of flowers that grow in the region.

Thank you for sending me a letter. Your writing has gotten so much better and your spelling is impeccable.

His gushing has your neck all hot, your ears are on fire, and your damn heart is hammering against your ribcage.

Whatever you want, I will give you. But if I might? Please don’t leave me.

Yours forever,

Steven G. Rogers

You’d sat there in stunned silence until Nat finally came in leading a group of maids to serve your dinner.

You’ve spent two weeks avoiding his Majesty. You miss seeing him for more than just a few seconds. You miss being around him, but he’s respecting your wishes and you are grateful.

“Will you see him today?” Nat asks, setting your tea down before sitting down beside you.

“No.” You shake your head.

“Y/N…” She begins, and you know that tone.

She’s going to fight for him. Try and convince you.

You’re not sure what state he’s in and you don’t want to know. The few times you’ve seen him, he smiles at you. Trying to reach you. His eyes glittering blue pools pouring hope and what you think might really be love but you don’t know because you’ve never seen it in him.

Luckily, your doors are pushed open and you turn to look as Tony and Pepper hurry in, preventing Nat from pleading for his Majesty.

You get to your feet and smile, then it falters as Pepper rushes to put her arms around your shoulders and hug you close while Tony stops only two steps into your bedroom, a tick in his jaw, dark eyes full controlled rage.

This is the first time you’ve seen them since his Majesty carried you into the castle.

Those moments are a blur. A mixture of drifting in and out of consciousness and clear images of him looking down at you in concern as he pleads with you—“Please, Y/N, please. Don’t leave me.”—and the flashes of other familiar faces.

“Well?” He asks, and Pepper turns in your arms to look at him.

“Tony,” She begins, moving to your right while she keeps her left arm around your waist.

She looks so beautiful, her red hair gathered up on her head, a small silver tiara with large yellow diamonds along the front.

“No, mother. I-I deserve his anger.” You swallow hard, trying to push past the lump in your throat. “I shouldn’t have run away.”

“No.” Father says, “You damn well shouldn’t have.”

You want to square your shoulders and protest being chastised again like a child, but you know what you did.

“I’m sorry.” You shrink, but Pepper’s arm tightens around you and she gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“If you were struggling here, if you needed a break, we would have come for you. We would have taken you away from here. Do you have any idea how worried we were?” Tony demands, his voice intense but not a shout.

It’s nearly shaking.

“Forgive me. I didn’t think. I just…I wanted to stop doing the right thing…the proper thing for a while. I wanted to feel what I was feeling and not consider the consequences.” You sigh, frustrated with yourself and the way your marriage had taken a nosedive at that point.

“How’d that work out for you?” He asks, but most of the anger is gone now. “If something like this happens again, if you cannot stand being here, we are a day’s journey away. All you have to do is write and we will come and fetch you.”

His promise is genuine and finally you look up to meet his eyes.

You have no time to really look at him though because he’s already crossed over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you were a daughter to me.” Father whispers into your ear.

You can feel mother’s hand stroking your shoulder and then father’s arm to comfort him too.

“She’s alright, Tony. Look at her. She’s much better.”

“I could just kill him.” He fusses. “Make it look like an accident? Extend Malibia with this kingdom? It would be really easy.”

You huff a small laugh and hug him back, feeling warm and safe in a way you haven’t since the death of your parents.

“I really am sorry, father.” You sigh, regretful of the sorrow you must have caused them.

“As long as you’re alright,” Mother says, “We’re alright. We only want you to be happy.”

Father finally pulls back to look you over.

“I know what I asked of you. If he’s not making you happy-”

You smile at him, reaching down to take his hand and mother’s in your other.

“It’s getting better. And…” You drag your teeth along the already bitten flesh of your bottom lip. “��I love him.”

You feel a wave of shame and disappointment. He’s treated you so…what if you’re wrong to stay?

“King Steven is a good man.” Mother offers, seeing the torment you’re in. “I was very angry at him this past month, but he’s assured me that he will begin to treat you as you deserve. He’s had to deal with a lot since Margaret died and I think he’s finally ready to move on.”

He loves me. But not the same.

“What if I can’t make him happy?” You worry.

“To hell with him, then.” Father growls. “Come home.”

“Tony.” Mother chastises him.

She elbows him, pushing him aside as she takes your hands and moves to sit you down and sit across from you.

“Marriage is one of the hardest things you will ever do. Sometimes, he’ll drive you crazy. So crazy that you’ll think about leaving him. It might not be a lasting thought. Sometimes, it comes and goes in a second. But it will test you. Life with another person can be messy. You are both separate people with needs and wants that may not always be the same.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you can overcome this hurdle. If you do love him and if he loves you as much as he told me he does, I’m certain that you two will overcome all of the obstacles that life might throw you.” She reaches up to stroke your cheek and you lean into her hand, still nervous but your heart is a little more at ease.

“Thank you, mother. I will try hard to be a good wife.” You promise.

“Just be happy.” Father grumbles, moving to stand beside mother.

He wraps his arm around her shoulders and draws her attention up to him.

“When did you want to leave me?” He asks, pouting a little.

“Tony, don’t start.” She sighs, winking at you as she gets up and moves to your tea table where Nat is already serving her a cup.

“Darling, If I did something to make you angry, I need you to tell me what it was so that I never do it again. You can never leave me.” His eyes are wide, and he really does look as if he’d be lost without her.

You watch them for a minute, the gentle smile that crinkles the corners of mother’s eyes as father takes her in his arms as she tries to pull away to sit down at the table.

They play like that for a bit but then a thought occurs to you.

You look around towards your bedroom doorway.

“Where’s Morgana?” You know she’s home. Or she’s been home.

Shortly after you were married, she came home.

“She’s on her way now. She’ll be here tomorrow at noon.” Mother says, finally managing to sit down.

“Where is she?” You wonder. “Why didn’t she come with you?”

“She had lessons to finish up that she missed when she was off running away—maybe they’re really related!” Father says, turning wide eyes on mother.

“She’s travelling alone?” You worry, fretting over the teen.

“Not like she hasn’t done it before. But no, she’s coming with someone. A friend.” Father assures you.

“Thor?” You ask eagerly.

Father narrows his eyes at you. “How did you-? Yes. He was coming back in from Asgard and offered to escort her.”

Like sunshine, the news that Thor is coming back after not having seen him since your return, warms you pleasantly. Your body is absolutely humming for him. You miss him. After spending more than a month with only him, he’s become indispensable.

Suddenly, tomorrow looks much brighter than today.

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve isn’t feeling well.

He hasn’t been feeling well since you came back home and told him that you didn’t want to see him.

Every lingering gaze, every moment you’d tried to take his hand, all those quiet moments when you’d wanted to talk to him, and he could sense it in the air had been taken for granted.

You’d wanted him then. You’d wished he would let you in. You’d wanted to be a part of his life and now…now you can’t even look at him for more than a few seconds.

He waits with pained anticipation for you to come out of your writing and reading lessons, just so that he can cross into his council room and pass you as he does.

His heart pounds as you stop when he crosses in front of you. He stops and he bows, it’s not exactly a warm greeting, but he wants you to know that he respects you.

You’ve given him no indication that he might greet you any other way.

You curtsy back. Then you meet his eyes for two seconds. They’re endless and too fast all at once.

Not a word has passed your lips and he’s glad to see that you’ve at least gained a little weight since coming back home.

You’re eating. You don’t look as tired as you used to.

He could kick himself for having made you restless.

He misses touching you.

He might not have shown it because Margaret was always there, pressing herself in between the two of you as he laid on top of you and took you.

Every moment he spent sheathed within you, Margaret’s face danced behind his eyes.

That didn’t make him blind to you though.

The way your skin felt pressed against his. You were never completely naked, and he hates that he never let you enjoy yourself. He prevented the two of you from connecting and he hates that now that he’s willing to let it all fall away, the damage he’s caused is done and you don’t want him anymore.

He had you. You were right there, in his hands, and he let you go. He actively prevented you from coming close and all he wants to do now is wrap you up in his arms and kiss you.

Fuck! He hasn’t even kissed you.

And you’re so healthy now. Lips looking luscious and just begging to be devoured and he just knows that Thor kissed you. He must have. How could he have resisted?

Steve sees red. Murderous rage and agony tear at his chest as he reminds himself that he has only himself to blame. He pushed you into someone else’s arms.

He regrets all of it. He regrets everything that he did because he couldn’t let go of Maggie.

You’re in his every thought now. As much as Margaret was. No. You’re in his head more. When he wakes, he wonders if you’ve eaten. When he lays down to sleep—on the days that he manages to coax himself into bed—he pictures you laying beside him. Cuddled up against his side.

Had you slept beside Thor when you were out of the castle? You must have. He would have held you in his arms probably.

Steve sighs, slamming the side of his fist against the top of his desk sending quills scattering and an inkwell tossed over from the hit.

“Sure. Take it out on your desk. It’s all the desk’s fault.” Samuel chides.

“Let his Majesty express his discontent, Sam.” Bucky says, moving towards that special corner that Steve had made up for Margaret so long ago.

“Stay away from there.” Steve orders, looking up at Bucky before rising to his feet and crossing the room to verify that the thick white curtains he’d had installed are still shut tight.

“Why did you close it off?” Bucky asks, dropping his hand just as Steve cuts in front of him.

“I didn’t close it off.” Steve says, “I’m remodeling. I’m not ready to show it to anyone.”

“You’re getting rid of Maggie’s corner?” Sam asks, sounding surprised but also impressed.

“I have to.” Steve sighs. “I can’t keep clinging to the past. Not if I want to make things with Y/N work.”

“Can you make it work?” Bucky wonders, moving to sit on the edge of Steve’s desk.

Steve looks at him, hands still holding the curtains shut.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be able to?” He demands, upset at the implication that he can’t.

He must. You’re his. You’re his wife. No one will take you away from him. He’ll make sure you know that you’re all that matters…even if he slips up. He’ll hid it. He’ll bury his grief for Maggie down deep so that you never have to feel like you’re not enough again.

“You shouldn’t rush it, Steve. If you need to let go, let go at your own pace. Her Majesty will-”

“What?” Steve demands. “Understand? I compared her to Margaret, Buck. Every day. All day. I can hear myself now. Margaret wouldn’t do that. Margaret did this. Maggie liked that. Maggie hated this. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. I hadn’t even realized I was doing it until the night she left me. For the sake of our marriage, I need to put Maggie behind me.”

“We understand that, Steve.” Sam pipes in. “We’re not saying that you shouldn’t try and move on, all we’re saying is that you should give yourself a little bit of a break. You and Maggie were…what you two had was not something that you find every day. Losing that is hard.”

“Losing Y/N is harder.” Steve sighs, turning to face the curtains. “My life is full of tough choices. Darkness surrounds me. Hydra, Pierce, Rumlow, Hand, and all the others…Evil is everywhere. Y/N is everything good that I keep fighting to preserve. Did you see what she did with the people? The poor?”

“Yes.” Bucky nods. “She’s done a lot for the people of the Kingdom.”

“Margaret didn’t have time for things like that. Her life was all about the evil. She made it her job to help me eradicate it and I hate to admit it, but the Kingdom floundered with both of us focused elsewhere.

“Then this girl comes out of nowhere and she…she reminds me that it isn’t just me and the evil. It’s more. She depends on me. There are millions of other people who depend on me. I-I already knew that, but she showed me that there was more that I could do. I don’t have to be the Captain only. I can be Steve Rogers, King of Broklin, and make a difference in a very significant way.” Steve can’t believe what he’s about to say, but it’s true and he can’t deny it.

“She’s the Queen this kingdom deserves. The Queen that Margaret could never be. Y/N is the woman that was meant to rule at my side. I love her.” Steve nods, smiling lightly as he accepts what he’s been afraid to admit to himself, to his friends, and to Margaret’s memory. “And I’m going to do everything in my power to ensure that she knows that.”

Bucky meets Sam’s eyes. Softly, they smile.

P.S. I was going to include these, cut up and placed where they are in story but as I was adding them, I began to worry that maybe not everyone would be able to read them so I decided to include them in their entirety at the bottom instead. I spent WAY too much time working on these. Anyway, enjoy.

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That Famous Happy End

Ten x Rose, set before Idiot’s Lantern

The Doctor had always held himself back from Rose, allowing them to get only so close. But when a rude princess pushes him to defend Rose in front of an entire banquet hall, he won't be able to deflect any longer.

AO3 | FF.NET

Tagging @doctorroseprompts because it’s Doctor/Rose

“It’s so amazing what you do, Doctor. I’ve never met anyone so brave.”

The Doctor shifted on his soft cushioned dining chair. He and Rose had saved the Thalian government from a vicious coup, and the king and queen had insisted on a thank you banquet. That alone wouldn’t have been too bad, except they had seated Rose across the table and two chairs down from him, making any conversation with her difficult. That left him open to the fawning attention of the princess.

A princess who was now resting her hand on his arm in a possessive gesture. The Doctor’s skin tingled unpleasantly. He didn’t want to be claimed by anyone but Rose.

He looked pleadingly at Rose as he reached for his glass, a cleverly disguised move to dislodge the princess’ hand. But his companion was engaged in conversation with the middle aged duke sitting beside her, and didn’t seem to have overheard the princess’ remark.

“Oh, I’m not the only brave one,” he protested, for once in his life rebuffing a compliment.

The princess laughed, the tinkling laughter that princesses were supposed to have. The Doctor wondered idly if that was something they taught in princess school.

“Oh, Doctor. And so modest too.”

Rose coughed suddenly, and he suspected she was hiding her own laughter. He raised an eyebrow at her, but when one corner of her mouth turned up in the slightest hint of a smirk, he couldn’t pretend to be put out. After all, she was right. He was many things, but modest wasn’t one of them.

The princess wasn’t done, however. “It’s so admirable that a man of your stature would be willing to share your travels with someone like Rose.”

Any humour the Doctor had found in the situation disappeared. He looked anxiously at Rose, hoping she’d missed that remark as well. But she was staring just over his left shoulder, and he knew she’d heard. She had a smile on her face, and he knew no one else would guess that she was hurt by the princess’ words.

The Doctor knew better though. Two painful weeks of working through his mistakes in France had given him greater insight into her mind, including her insecurities.

“I’m afraid you have that backwards, Your Highness,” he said smoothly. “I’m the one who is lucky that Rose is willing to travel with me.”

The woman hummed in amusement. “Really, now. What could someone like her have to offer?”

The muscle over the Doctor’s left eye twitched. “Kindness, for one,” he said pointedly. When the princess’ smile didn’t falter, his patience snapped.

“Rose Tyler is the reason we’re sitting here today. It was her intuition that noticed the tension around the city and insisted we investigate. It was her keen eye that spotted the explosives planted on the dam and realised the rebels planned to flood the city.”

The Doctor’s hands clenched into fists as he relived the terrifying moments when the rebels had threatened to blow the dam with Rose standing on it. If he hadn’t been able to jam their remote detonator with the sonic, he would have lost her.

When he pulled himself out the remembered fear, the room was completely still. Everyone had heard his speech, and they were all looking at him with varying levels of surprise.

The Doctor met Rose’s wide eyes with a soft smile. He lifted his glass in salute. “To Rose Tyler,” he said quietly.

At the head of the table, the king and queen raised their glasses. “To Rose Tyler!” they called out, and the toast was echoed around the banquet hall.

*~*~*~*~*

The moonlight shone through the clouds, casting dappled silver light on the paving stones as the Doctor and Rose walked back to the TARDIS. The Doctor stole a glance at Rose as they walked the silent streets. She looked deep in thought, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Nerves swept over the Doctor—hearts racing, butterflies in the stomach, skin tingling nerves. The princess had goaded him into giving away more than he’d intended, and Rose was going to ask him about it.

And what are you going to say?

The little question, niggling in the back of his mind, surprised him. Rose had asked about his feelings before, and his deflection had been automatic and instinctive. “I have to live on, alone. That’s the curse of the Time Lords.”

Which was still true, of course. Rose was still human, with the painfully short life that entailed. But today… He pictured it all again. The way the rebel had held Rose tight around the arm and the proud, brave tilt of her head as she refused to be frightened by her own imminent death. He could feel his hearts racing as he’d frantically adjusted the settings on the sonic until he found one that would block the signal on the remote detonator.

And he remembered the way timelines had crystallised around him painfully. He had seen that alternate ending, where he had failed and Rose had died. That Other-Doctor had been just as devastated as he had always known he would be…

If he let himself be with Rose and lost her. All his work, keeping their relationship platonic, and her death had still wrecked him. He scratched at his sideburn. Bit of a paradigm shifter, he pondered. He snuck another glance at Rose, taking in the way the moonlight cast silvery shadows over her face. His hearts pounded in his chest when he considered how easily the day could have ended differently.

And yet, he still didn’t know how he would answer the question she was obviously pondering.

They were almost back to the TARDIS when Rose finally spoke. “Thanks for doing that.”

The Doctor blinked a few times. Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting her to say. What was Rose thanking him for? For saving her from the rebels? “For what?” he asked, pretty sure that wasn’t what she meant.

“For defending me to her royal bitchiness,” Rose said. They reached the TARDIS, and she put her hand on the door before looking up at the Doctor, her lips twisted into a wry smile. “I know I’m not a princess with the happily ever after and all that, but at least I can save the world.”

The slightly wistful note in her voice made the Doctor’s choice simple—very, very simple. Rose deserved all the happiness he could give, and more.

He leaned against the TARDIS door and looked down at her. “Why can’t you have a happily ever after?”

To his surprise, her chin trembled a little before she swallowed hard and looked away from him. “I just can’t,” she mumbled.

The Doctor stared at Rose’s profile, trying to figure out exactly what had just gone wrong. He was pretty sure—almost positive—that Rose loved him. So why would she turn away from his offer of a happily ever after?

He ran over his words again. Why can’t you have a happily ever after?

Ah. He hadn’t exactly offered, had he? And Rose wasn’t privy to all the thoughts he’d been thinking today. She probably thought he was being clueless at best, and cruel at worst.

Those butterflies came back in full force. If he really wanted to change their relationship, he was going to have to make a direct declaration. Not really my style, he thought, tugging on his ear. I’m much more of an oblique statement kind of man.

The Doctor pressed his tongue to his teeth. What if… He reached out with his time senses, following their own timelines. If he let them dance around the subject tonight, would another chance come?

Rose with her face stolen, and a first kiss born out of the exhilaration of another day saved. Holding each other and supporting each other beneath the impossible power of a black hole. Red rocks and a promise of forever.

He started to ease away from their timelines, satisfied that no matter what happened today, his future with Rose was inevitable. The TARDIS’ hum changed pitch, and he kept his time senses open for another moment.

White walls. Loneliness. A windswept beach and a tear-streaked face. And the Doctor, back to the same old life—the last of the Time Lords, traveling without a hand to hold.

The Doctor gasped and wrenched himself back to the present. Rose was still looking away from him, her shoulders slumped in a dejected line. Only a few seconds had passed since he had debated leaving this conversation for the future.

But that was not the future he wanted. “Rose.” She sighed and looked back at him, and he reached for her, resting his hands on her shoulders with his thumbs brushing her jawline. “What if I said you could have your happily ever after?”

A little furrow appeared in between her eyebrows as she stared up at him. The Doctor held his breath, hoping she could see his meaning in his eyes.

After a moment, Rose reached up and placed her hands on his wrists. “Are you sure, Doctor? I don’t want…” She paused and licked her lips. “We both know you’ll lose me someday, and I don’t want you to regret this.”

“Rose Tyler.” He tried to put everything he was feeling in those three syllables, and when her eyes widened, he thought maybe he’d succeeded. “No regrets,” he promised her.

Rose shifted closer to him, her right hand sliding up his arm until it rested on the back of his neck. The Doctor’s eyes fluttered closed when she started playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, and Rose giggled breathlessly.

The Doctor opened his eyes and squinted down at her. “What are you laughing about?”

She shrugged, and her cheeks turned a little pink. “Just can’t believe this is happening. We always seemed… so close, and still so far.”

“Oh, this is really happening,” the Doctor assured her. He leaned down and bumped his nose against hers. “Welcome to our happily ever after, Rose.” He tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers.

With one touch, timelines shifted around them. That lonely beach disappeared, replaced by year upon year of love and adventure.

Rose sighed and turned her head to catch his bottom lip between hers. The Doctor let his awareness of their future drift into the back of his mind and pulled her closer. He didn’t need to see the timelines to know that whatever was going to happen, it was going to be…

Fantastic.

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Request: Daryl x Reader where they go out hunting or something but the reader gets hurt and Daryl has to get her back home before she bleeds out or something? Just some hurt/comfort with Daryl and the reader

Setting: Takes place in S6 before the Saviors - inspired by S4E13 with Beth and Daryl

Word Count: 1296

Warnings: none, just some good ol flufffff ♥

A/N: I know this doesn’t involve the reader being seriously injured but I hope you like this :)

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Daryl was pretty upset when you got hurt while you were out hunting with him. He was teaching you how to track - something the two of you had done together numerous times over the last few months, but something had gone wrong this time. A rotting walker hidden under a lot of dirt and debris had grabbed your foot out of nowhere, causing you to tumble down a few foot slope, hurting your ankle.

Daryl killed the walker and within seconds was by your side. “Ya alright?” He asks as he glances around, checking your surroundings. When he knows the coast is clear he bends to help you up but you let out a screech when you put pressure on your right ankle, collapsing back to the ground. “Shit,” Daryl mutters, taking your foot into his lap. He raises your pant leg to look at the ankle and gently moves it, watching your face tense up in pain when he does so. “Probably sprained it.” He grumbles.

Of course he blames himself for you getting hurt. It had nothing to do with him but in his mind, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt if he had been paying closer attention. Thankfully you guys were only a short walking distance away from the walls of Alexandria, but you still weren’t going to be able to walk there. Daryl helped you onto your feet, making sure you kept your right foot raised while you leaned on him for support. You held onto his shoulder as best as you could as he guided you up the slope and through the trees, hopping along slowly.

Eventually Daryl gave up and told you to stop, helping you lean your back against a tree so that he could let you go. He readjusted his crossbow so that it was swung around his chest, then lowered himself in front of you and extended his arms. “Hop on,” You stare at his back for a second before letting out a quick chuckle.

“Seriously?” You ask. Daryl wasn’t normally one for initiating any sort of physical contact, let alone letting you wrap your whole body around him to be carried.

“Serious piggyback. C’mon,” He grumbles, readjusting himself as he waits for you to climb on. You decide not to argue with him and jump onto his back as best as you can. He lets out a huff as he adjusts his grasp on your thighs and you try not to focus on his large hands gripping you there. It wasn’t like you and Daryl had never done anything, being as you had been together since the prison - but it was usually rare that you had any physical affection from the man - not that this was affection.

You clear your head as he begins walking back toward the front gate from the woods, keeping an eye out for the two of you as he carried you. Aaron gave you guys a strange look as he opened the gate up and you hid your face in Daryl’s shoulder, feeling your cheeks burning. Most people knew that you guys were together, but no one ever really saw you guys do anything - so this must have been a sight. You were pretty sure that Daryl wasn’t liking all the looks that he was receiving as he passed by different people on his way to Denise’s “office” to get your ankle checked out, but he didn’t say anything.

After confirming that you had sprained your ankle, Denise wrapped it up for you and gave Daryl instructions on how to take care of you for the next few days. He stood awkwardly with his arms crossed as she showed him how she was wrapping your ankle and told him how to keep your foot positioned. He nodded and grunted every so often and you tried hard to keep a straight face at the scene.

Rick offered to help you get back to the house that you guys shared with him and some of the others, which Daryl surprisingly turned down. Instead, he lifted you up bridal style and carried you back to the house himself. You were sure you were not light to carry and he had to walk over a block to get there, but he didn’t seem to struggle much. He set you down gently in the kitchen on the island counter before moving around to put his things away. You sat there and watched him, trying not to let your sappiness get the best of you. Times like this, where Daryl showed how much he cared about you, really meant a lot to you.

“What?” He asks when he spots you watching him. You shrug your shoulders and look away, your eyes wandering aimlessly around the kitchen. “Hungry?” He asks, approaching one of the cabinets.

“Yeah,” You respond, watching him as he pulled out a few different items.

“How’s it feel?” He asks as he starts spreading peanut butter onto a piece of bread. Watching him do this makes you feel almost domestic, but you ignore the longing feeling and continue watching him.

“Just sore.” You say. He lets out a grunt in response as he folds the two pieces of bread together and hands you the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He grabs the nearly empty jelly container and leans against the counter across from you, watching you take a bite. He would never admit it, but he didn’t mind taking care of you like this.

“Thanks babe.” You tease by the use of the pet-name. Daryl rolls his eyes with a smirk and shoves two fingers into the container, messily coating them in jelly before jamming them into his mouth. You let out a gasp and giggle at his disgusting behavior, enjoying his jelly covered smirk. “You got a little somethin... There.” You joke, pointing at his whole face. He licks his fingers clean and then his lips before setting the container back onto the counter. “C’mere,” You mutter, motioning him toward you with a finger.

Daryl gives you a look before moving to stand in front of you, basically at the same height now because of your seat on the island counter. You grab his bare arm and tug him closer so that he is standing between your legs. He cocks an eyebrow at you but says nothing, clearly a bit taken aback by your bold actions. You raise your hand up and brush your thumb against the corner of his mouth, capturing the rogue spot of jelly he missed before sticking the tip of your thumb in your mouth to lick it off.

His intense blue eyes watch you as you do so, his expression changing to one that you don’t quite recognize. Taking in the intimacy of your position, you are dying to kiss him. Sure, you’ve kissed before - but it was rare, like most of you physical attention from him. You lean in slowly, giving him a chance to back away if he wants to, but he doesn’t - so you press you lips against his softly.

The kiss is slow and tender but it takes your breath away. You pull away just enough to lean your forehead against his, “Thank you,” You mumble as you move back.

“For wha?” He questions, his husky voice a little deeper than a moment ago.

“Helping me. Being you. Everything.” You say. He studies you for a moment before shrugging.

“Ya hit yer head too?” He taunts halfheartedly, grabbing the jelly again and sticking his middle finger back into it, making you chuckle.

“I dunno maybe.” You joke, picking your sandwich back up and taking another bite. Daryl leans back against the counter and watches you as you guys eat together, taking in the peaceful moment together.

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