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jameui · 3 years

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SPECIAL PRESENT 3

Requested

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Jung Yunoh x College Student!M!Reader (featuring: Bestfriend!Lee Jeno)

GENRE: Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: Unprotected intercourse, huge age gap, a lot of IMPORTANT flashbacks (i think), daddy kink, sex toys, overstimulation

SUMMARY: You were a striving student in Resonance High and had perfect records. Besides your devotion to your education, you were also gifted with a talent. All these stuffs making your sugar daddy, Jaehyun, proud of you, so he decided to give you a night you won't forget.

You whimpered at him like a puppy, your eyes falling down on the items he had took from your hands. It was a pink wireless vibrator that took the shape of a pill, but bigger and a dildo that almost looked exactly as a male's genital. He watched you as you got yourself naked, removing every fabric that covered your body and blushed bashfully when you saw that Jaehyun's eyes never left your naked body. "Daddy~"

He got himself growling from your state and demanded of you quickly. "On all fours now, baby boy. Let's see how these toys work." You nodded into submission and climbed the bed, with all your limbs helping you walk, before you planted your face on the mattress breathing heavily, your ass perked up while your gaping hole clenched on nothing. He marvelled at your current position and started to palm himself while groaning and grunting from the sight of your thick ass. Getting the thought that you were already feeling lonely he stripped himself off from his boxer shorts and joined you in bed. "Look at you, baby." He said, teasing you by tracing the tip of the dildo on your crack.

"Daddy... please, put it in." You whined and earned a 'tsk' from Jaehyun who shook his head.

"Would you rather have this than mine, M/n?" He asked you before he out of the blue inserted a finger inside your hole making you wince from the sudden intrusion. "And I also heard, you're school records was beyond remarkable. Is that right, baby boy?" You eagerly nodded your head and hissed when Jaehyun decided to add one more finger inside you. "That's my boy. I guess you weren't lying when you said you were studying 'til the late night." He started to move his fingers in and out of you, moaning loudly when you felt his long, slender finger brush up against that bundle of nerves that made you feel so good. "Oh? That fast?"

"Daddy.. you're fingers... so long." You moaned out.

Jaehyun still found it fascinating how every words that came out of your mouth made him feel all sorts of thing every time. He propped himself on his elbows and neared your ear. "Wanna take something more, baby?" You nodded your hand before he pulled his fingers out of you. "Brace yourself." He told you, then proceeded to prod your entrance with the dick shaped dildo to tease you. "I wanted to tease you more, but good kids deserve a reward." He said, before he slowly, inches by inches, inserted the dildo into your ass, as you fisted the blankets underneath you from the pain that overwhelmed your whole system.

"Ah! Fuck! Daddy! It hurts, t-take it out, daddy. Please!" You begged, but he only shushed you and gave your back a few kisses as he continued to push the dick in you. "Fuuuckk!" You cursed, biting on your arm to try and ease the pain.

He noticed your struggling and stopped immediately. "Baby, color?"

You hesitated first before you replied. "G-green." He, then, moved the toy up and down and soon the pain subsided, being replaced with the feeling of pleasure. "Oh~ Faster, daddy.." You politely asked and he granted your request, by sliding the dildo in and out of you at a faster pace making you moan so loudly that even the neighbors would be able to hear you. "Ah, hah.. Hnnah~"

"Fuck..." Jaehyun grunted out, feeling his dick become erect from your current state. He continued to do this a few more times and decided that he couldn't take it anymore and took the dildo out your ass to replace it with his own. "Sorry, baby. I can't hold myself back anymore. Ready to take daddy's cock. Hmm?" He took his cock and jerked himself off a few times before he heard your reply.

"Yes, daddy. Please, fuck me with your big cock." The words came out more like a moan than an actual sentence, making Jaehyun chuckle. "I don't care if it hurts, daddy. I want you to rearrange my guts, fill me up with your cum and, fuck me until I can't even remember my own name~"

He growled at you before he turned you on your back and loomed over you like he was a predator hungry for his prey. "As you wish, my M/n." He said before he raised your legs and placed them over his shoulders, aligning himself in front of your as he poked you with the tip of his dick. "I'm going in, baby." He informed you.

"Yes, dadd—OH! Ah!" You screamed out violently when his large member started to enter your tight hole, as he calmed you down by distracting you with a passionate kiss, suddenly forgetting about the pain that was resonating in your ass. Your hands made its way up to his back, memorizing every build, every muscle in his body, and reached up to intertwine your fingers with his soft brown locks.

He licked on your bottom lip to ask for entrance and you complied, opening your mouth to let his tongue enter your wet mouth and swirled his tongue together with yours, dancing to a rhythm only you both knew how to produce. He would pull away from you only to catch his breathe, then putting his mouth back to yours working with his tongue and yours.

Once he was finally balls deep inside of you, you felt a moan come out of your mouth, Jaehyun swallowing the lewd noise that came out from you. He pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting the both of you, wiping it away with the base of his hand. He placed small kisses on your chest, leading up to your collarbone, then to your jaws, then back to the mark he created on you last night. "This is a sign that you are mine, M/n. And only mine." He said, sucking on that particular area making you moan.

"Daddy... you.. you can move now." You told him coyly burying your head on his shoulders.

He knelt back up and held the back of your knees and placed them close to your chest, this way getting a better angle that would hit your good spot right on. He started to move at a slow pace, making you shudder in your place. He leaned in closer to you so he could place wet kisses on your neck, sucking momentarily for sure, leaving a hickey the next morning you wake up.

He gradually sped up his pace and grunted with how tight your walls clenched around him. "Baby, you're so fucking tight." He gritted out and then, increased his pace making you arch your back, letting out strings of moans that expressed how much you were in bliss from the sensation he gave you.

But, you felt something was missing. You could feel him moving inside you. You could feel him reach your stomach. You could feel every vein that pulsated on his cock and so what was— "AH!" You let out yet another lewd noise from your mouth, the moment Jaehyun had hit your prostate and smirked.

"Found it." He chuckled darkly and pulled himself out up to the tip of his cock, before slamming back into you hitting that same spot that made you moan so loudly. He did the step a few more times, then started to thrust at a very fast pace that got you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Ah, fuck! Baby!"

Your hands on his back, dug deep into his skin gaining a groan from him as he fastened his pace once more. "Ah! Yes, yes! That feels so good, daddy! You're so deep inside me! Mnnhh~"

As Jaehyun made his way with you, you felt your own member slap against your stomach as you reached for it only to get your hand slapped away. "I get to be the only one touching you, baby. Don't even think of jerking off." He scolded you before his hip thrusting became very inhumane and started to fuck you like he was a bunny in heat. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, drool running down your chin while Jaehyun continued to fuck you like a ragdoll.

He singlehandedly moved you to another position, Jaehyun sitting down on the bed with you placed on his lap. He looked up at you while you down at him, staring deeply into his eyes before he thrusted up at you making you moan and hum from satisfaction, smiling lewdly as you pulled your head back. He thrusted so deep into you that whenever he reached the furthest inside you, a prominent shape of his dick appeared on your stomach. "Daddy... so deep—AHH!"

Suddenly, you felt that same knot feeling in your stomach as you started to near your climax. "I-I'm near, daddy."

"Already? I'm still not even near from cumming." He said and thrusted back up at you sharply, each thrust gaining a moan from you. "Then, cum for me, baby."

Permission granted, you moaned out in pleasure, climaxing into your stomach and his, some reaching his face. He wiped it with his thumb and licked his finger clean that surprised you. "You taste so sweet, M/n." Then, he trusted back at you with a very mind-breaking pace.

Jaehyun was recently done from his first climax and here you were, already lost count of how much you came from the overstimulation. You panted heavily as you flopped down on the bed exhausted. "Already tired, baby?" He asked you with a worried tone and you nodded quietly in reply. "Well, too bad. I was just getting started." He chuckled deeply and continued to work his deed, fucking you like a you were a lifeless body of a person.

And that went on the whole night, the whole neighborhood having to cover their ears from your arousing noises that emitted from your house.

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The next day, you were in a lot of pain. As you limped your way to your class' booth, a smug smile on Jeno's face. "L—"

"Not even a word from you, Lee. I'm in excruciating pain, right now and I don't wanna hear you talk." You said, but once you saw Jaemin your face immediately lit up and called out to him. "Jaemin!" You said and tried to run to him, forgetting about the pain you felt on your bottom. "Ah fuck!"

Jaemin ran to you and helped you up with a chuckle. "You okay there, bud?"

"Yeah.. Just a little sore."

Jeno was in disbelief as he scoffed angrily and walked off. "Fine. I didn't want to talk to you, anyways." He huffed and left.

"M/n, you forgot your lunch." Jaehyun's honey like voice came from behind you, turning towards him to glare at him. He pouted at you and kissed your cheek. "You still angry?"

"Okay. I'm in total pain because of you and you didn't listen to me even when I was already yelling the word 'red'!" You huffed and blushed when he gave you a raised brow, knowing just how much you liked it. "Don't give me that look."

He chuckled and gave you a kiss on your lips and hugged you. "I'm so glad you gave me the chance to be your boyfriend, M/n."

"As you should."

#x male reader #bottom male reader #bxb #male reader #idol x male reader #fanfiction #kpop #nct x male reader #jung jaehyun x male reader #jung yunoh x male reader #jaehyun x male reader

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sunfire-forever · 4 years

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Punishment time part 2

Part 1

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x The Boyz Eric x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: smut, threesome, dom!juyeon, switch!eric, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , double penetrati0n, nipple play, usage of toys, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: After a wild night spent with your best friend's flatmate without your bestie knowing, you are coming back to their apartment. It is your birthday and they are waiting for you with a proper gift, making this night definitely one that you and your body will never forget.

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You woke up to the morning sunlight shining from Juyeon's window to your face. Juyeon had his arm wrapped around you caressing your naked body under his blanket. You could still smell his parfume mixed with many other scents from the night before. His muscles around you made you feel so safe and sound. You needed a few minutes to realize that the past night was not a dream and you were thinking about if you could even walk from so much pleasure the man next to you gave you. You turned around to look at him. Juyeon was dead gorgeous. He was still sleeping yet his messy hair made him look so cute and innocent - completely opposite to what happened last night.

You looked at the clock and it was already 10:27am. Oh my goodness, you needed to go home! You didn't plan to have sex with your best friend's flatmate but even more you didn't plan to stay overnight. There were so many thoughts in your head - how should you behave after this? how will Eric react - does he already know? and what was the comment Juyeon said about Eric, was it true?

You needed to put away these thoughts for awhile and just get your ass out of the room before Juyeon wakes up. You put on your clothes, packed your things and quietly exited the room. You peeked in the room next door which was Eric's trying to see if he is sleeping but no one was there. After turning around and letting a sigh of relief, you went to put on your shoes. After tieing up your shoelaces where you needed to squat, you raised up again seeing 2 legs in front of you.

"Eric Sohn! What are you doing here?"

"Um it's my apartment I guess. You look messy, what happened to you? Here - your charger."

You completely forgot that you were supposed to meet because of the charger. Gosh, you've had luck since if didn't hear anything thinking you came for the charger.

"Thanks!" you said trying to look as less obvious as possible. "By the way, why do you have a cake in your hand?", you ask noticing him holding a cake as well.

"Hm, I wouldn't think you'd forgot your own birthday tomorrow but yeah I bought it for you"

Oh shit, that's true. Your birthday was tomorrow and you didn't think of it at all.

"Wow Eric, thank you! But it's too early to eat it now..."

"True, but you can come by in the evening and we can wait for midnight together just like we do every year."

"Sounds like a plan" you said.

"Yeah the cake was meant to be a surprise, y/n" - Eric said while accompanying you to the door, you already going outside. He gazed at you and made a dramatic pause.

"But I guess we need to think of another surprise for the night" he said slowly, while the door closing in front of your eyes watching Eric's mischievous smile get out of your sight.

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8:00pm. Juyeon and Eric's apartment.

You waited in front of the doorstep checking yourself out in the reflection of the door.

Every time you've entered this apartment you were in some sort of hoodies, sweaters, clothes for chilling out and relaxing.

But today, that was not the case.

You rang the bell and the door opened.

"Hey y/n what's up.. Ohhhhh myyy" - you heard Eric say in awe.

You took your birthday as a reason good enough to look smoking hot. Sexy. Seductive.

You wore a tight red see-through dress and black lacy bra and fishnet tights underneath.

You had a choker around your neck and you were smelling like roses. And yes, you were standing like this in front of your best friend. He doesn't need to know that you drank 3 glasses of soju before you came here. You just enjoyed this confidence and thought it's completely appropriate for your birthday. He also looked very handsome with a black unbottoned shirt.

You entered the apartment . "I'll go to the basement and get the beer", said Eric leaving your sight. You bent down to take your heels off and while squating you felt a big hand grabbing your butt.

"Hello princess."

You threw your heels on the side and stood up while the hand still grabbing your booty.

*Shit* you said in your head. This was unfair.

In front of you was Juyeon, looking like the most fuckable creature in the world. He had a black t-shirt and extremely tight leather pants on. His forehead was showing and he was looking at you like you're a treat he is just about to taste.

"Miss me?" he asked.

"Oh what do you think?" you replied moving his hand from your butt under your dress to your core. His hands were going over your cold skin and fishnet tights and when they reached the end point, you saw his expression change.

Maybe you decided to leave your panties home making his cold fingers directly over your core. This small thing made you notice his bulge becoming more evident making him go crazy even if he didn't want to show it much, his body revealed all signs. He leaned in for a kiss, but the moment got interrupted by the sound of Eric's steps approaching the living room from the basement.

"I brought the beer!" Eric shouted while you two got your hands off of each other. In the end, Eric doesn't know anything. You tried to act normal, although the chemistry and sparks between Juyeon and you were on fire.

An hour and 10 beers later, the three of you were all on the couch comfortably next to each other. In the beginning you were all just regularly sitting, but many laughs and celebratory cheers afterwards you were all laying down. You were in the middle and as the night approached, you comfortably turned around to your bestie Eric him hugging you from the back. You used to hug a lot, this was nothing new. He was also the one who liked skinship and sometimes you also played video games in this position. But as he was holding you in your arms and hugging you, he started doing something so far unknown. He took your palms and started slowly massaging them. This felt so good. You felt your body relaxing and at one point you even closed your eyes diving into this unfamiliar yet erotic sensation. You opened your eyes and saw Eric's head move much closer to yours, his soft lips being an inch away. But then you turned your hand around looking at Juyeon on the other side of the couch extremely furious. You were not touching him, but the way of how you were laying down with your legs very open made him looked at your bare pussy under your short dress.

You spread out your hand and took another beer, not breaking the eye contact with Juyeon. He looked jealous, irritated and needy.

He wanted to grab you from Eric's arms and use you to his own pleasure. You opened the bottle, yet the weird position made you... spill half of the bottle over you.

You and Eric immediately wanted to stand up looking at the mess. The beer spilled over you and your floor. Your top was so wet that the thin material completely revealed your stripped bralette as well as your hardened nipples after the reaction with the cold liquid. And while you were standing up Juyeon took a close look at your soaked body.

"Eric, where is the mop?"

"In the first drawer in my room."

"Cool, let me get it quickly"

You entered Eric's room and approached his shelf, opening the first drawer. You froze.

"Holy shit" you said being flabbergasted. You were looking at were definitely... not mops.

It was a drawer full of sex toys. Your eyes opened wide. Dildos, vibrators, chains, nipple clamps, rings and so many items you were not sure what they are. You had a few moments of blackout your brain not believing that your so far innocent best friend had a collection like this. You were staring at the items when you suddenly heard noise behind you.

"Oh well, well, what do have in here" you heard while turning around and seeing Eric at the front door.

"I told you the first drawer from above baby, not from below"

"I didn't know you're into these things, Eric", you replied.

"Oh look who's the one saying that. I also didn't know you were into being fucked raw the whole night. I couldn't sleep yesterday from your moans coming out from Juyeon's room"

"You... you heard it? I... I can explain"

"There is only one thing I want you to explain."

said Eric stepping closer and closer to you.

You heard a door slam in the back.

"Eric, Eric, Eric. We didn't agree to play like this. I still didn't give you permission to touch... what was mine." said Juyeon approaching you too and holding your chin up.

"Don't start whining once you receive your punishment pup. You'd be so powerless against me, begging and begging to cum for me but only I can decide when and how you will. You're mine and your body knows it, responding only to my touch I'll make sure you feel things beyond your wildest dreams." - said Juyeon... to Eric.

You witnessed Eric turning from a confident flirt to an ultimate sub carefully listening and obeying to every word Juyeon spoke out of his mouth. Damn, you knew Juyeon can make so many people wrapped around his finger but you never thought your best friend is one of them. Juyeon took Eric's chin and stared at the younger one, pulling him in for a wild kiss.

"But not today, pup. Today we are taking care of this birthday princess over here. She deserved to be handled well. Do you have a wish, baby?" Juyeon asked switching the attention to you.

"I only have one wish" you said, hearing the clock marking that the midnight has arrived.

"Fuck the hell out of me", you replied.

A second later Juyeon took your waist and pushed you relentlessly on the bed. He pulled your dress up and didn't even bother to take off your tights but just ripped a part of them making a hole exactly at your already dripping core.

"Happy birthday, beautiful" said Juyeon at the second where he slammed 3 of his fingers in you while his thumb hitting a sensitive spot on your clit.

"Ahhhhh fuck Juyeon" you moaned loudly, but soon you were shut up by Eric who started making out with you.

Eric's lips felt like cotton candy. They were so soft and plump but the tenderness didn't last long since all of a sudden the mood completely changed and the kisses started being faster, deeper and rougher, matching the pace of Juyeon's fingers. Eric's kisses felt forbidden, you never expected for you two to get closer to this level of intimacy. But damn, you couldn't complain since it felt so damn good. You felt your high was coming closer so you couldn't control yourself but whine and moan. Eric moved his lips to your neck, leaving juicy kisses, marking it as his territory. A few moments later, you felt your high coming up, your orgasm filling your entire body and your cum going all around Juyeon's fingers.

After you calmed a bit down, you realized your two men still have their clothes on. Now it's time to change it. You crawled up to Juyeon and soon later all his clothes were on the floor. His toned muscles and doll-like body turned you on even more, so you couldn't help yourself but start worshiping his cock, taking it all inside your mouth and deep throating it while swirling your tongue around it, making you hear his needy moans again. He was standing next to the bed, and you were on your fours when unexpectedly Eric came from the back and slammed his cock inside you without any prior notice. Juyeon's hands already stretched you well, but Eric's size made you see all the stars. Being in the doggy position made you feel different spots. Your mascara got completely smudged up from tears which started going while your body tried to get used to the sizes inside your mouth and your core. A few minutes and many thrusts later, you started clenching and you felt both Juyeon and Eric cum inside you, you simultaneously reaching your second orgasm and your body becoming weak to their core and collapsing on the bed.

"Look at our goddess taking us both so well." said Juyeon. He went out for a second and came back with a something in his hand. "Close your eyes kitten, I have a small surprise for you". All of a sudden your eyes went black and a second later, your body froze. And then at once you had both Eric and Juyeon on you, each of the guys giving attention your nipples. But this was a different kind of feeling - they took an ice cube in their mouth and while the cube being in the mouth they both mercilessly sucked and licked your nipples - the left one was Juyeon's and right one Eric's. It was their warm, tender lips stroking one of the most sensitive part of your body mixed with the freezing feeling of the cube giving you shivers all over your body.

After the ice cubes melted, Eric slowly stood up and came to his drawer. "Since you were so curious about it, shall we use some pretty toys on you, y/n?" pointing at his sex toy collection.

He took a big clit vibrator in his hand, handed it to Juyeon, which put it to the highest speed and placed it on the perfect spot. You've never used toys before and someone else using them on you turned you even more on. The vibrator did wonders, but just before you wanted to orgasm, Juyeon turned it off.

"What the fuck Juyeon, why did you stop?"

"You aren't allowed to cum until I allow you to."

You got angry. You knew he was jealous so you wanted to make him even more furious.

"And what if I want someone else to make me cum?" you said with a tricky voice, turning up to Eric and starting to ride him.

"Show me what you got, Eric" you said to your best friend, him controlling the pace and placing his hand around your neck pulling just as much as pressure for the choking to spice you up. You couldn't see Juyeon anymore.

All you could hear is noise from the drawer.

Probably he was putting the vibrator back, you thought. But instead he pulled lube out of Eric's drawer. He approached you and you knew it because you felt his warmth on your back. But you didn't want to say anything.

Maybe you should have, because Juyeon took the lube and prepared your second hole for his entrance. And at that moment, you had your best friend and your lover double penetrating you. You loved the attention, especially from someone like them which exactly knew how to pleasure a woman.

"Fuck, don't stop! Don't you dare to stop!" you screamed from the bottom of your lungs, sweat on your forehead, with your makeup completely ruined, watery eyes, looking like a slut that you are. They haven't stopped but continued ruining you up to the point where the biggest, most powerful orgasm in your fucking life hit you. You started squirting, messing up the whole bed and your men pulling their cocks and spitting their cum all over your chest.

All three of you were laying on Erics bed, trying to catch your breaths. Soon after, you fell asleep, cuddled in between Juyeon and Eric.

"Do you do this often?" you asked Eric

"Do you expect less from two porn stars?" he answered, leaving you without words.

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hwauas · 3 years

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✨: "taste of heaven" pt.1

> collaboration with ma sweetheart @nateezfics 💕

> part 2 (here) on her blog!

kang yeosang (강여상)!

you were born in the wrong place in your opinion. you never chose to be a princess. you never chose to have a high statute. you never chose to have this much duties. but you had to go through this. you had to live with this. you have to deal with this everyday. and everyday seemed to be the same for you. waking up every day at the same exact time. having everyday the same breakfast. having the same toilette every morning. and working on tasks the parents gave you, thinking you were able to achieve them as a princess. you could get some tasks about a tiny area in the country with problems to solve, or you could get task about servants' and maids' timetable. your parents got you very ambivalent.

but little did they know, you were tired about this. the only free time you could have were afternoons here and there. the rest of the time, your statute got you busy with different tasks.

you wanted a significant change. you wanted to be free. you wanted to escape in aim to live. you wanted and needed a whole another life.

the garden aback the castle was your way out. a place a little bit wild, way less tidy. the greenery was free to crawl everywhere. around a pond, there were water lilies, and different type of flowers and plants. the pond seemed to be wild with all those plants. and around this pond, there were stone benchs and arches. creepers were crawling around the different items in the place: on the bench legs and all around the arches.

the thick foliage of the trees was reducing the sun light in the place. the whole atmosphere was softer, the dim light was creating an atmosphere o so relaxing and almost romantic. spending time there was your favourite activity. you could focus on yourself, things which were important to you, and you could dream and breath.

today, you managed to have some time for yourself. you needed to be somewhere you felt secured in, and somewhere you could relax. somewhere you could take off your crown for hours.

today again, the sun was shining through the foliage, making the place look magic. few rays of sun were illuminating the pond and were reflected on the foliage above. the water, where the sun shone, looked like myriad of diamonds. the birds were chirping around you. the plants seemed to be a little bit greener with the few rays of sun.

it was a perfect place, at a perfect moment.

what you didn't know, a man was approaching.

he was your opposite : independant, even though he had duties, and free, even though he had a statute.

he was breathtaking: sharped jawline, plump lips, little nose, thin eyes with brilliant pupils, eyebrows decorating perfectly his forehead, and bangs falling gracefully on his forehead, giving him a slight of mystery.

his body was perfectly sculped: large shoulder, thin waist, developped chest, sharped collarbones, long legs. you could have said his body was sculped by Greek gods themselves.

but he was the actual god.

herald of gods, he was also a protector: merchants, human heralds, orators, travellers, but also thieves.

pacing up and down the whole world to deliver message was his main activity. he was excelling at it.

his footsteps got you out of your thoughts. you were fully aware of your surroundings to localise the person approaching as soon as possible.

from the corner of your eyes, you could distinguish his figure approaching yours. few rays of sun lit up his body. few of them also lit up his brilliant pupils on you.

“it's the very first time i'm seeing such a beautiful person here.”

his voice was soft. it was like a lullaby to your eyes.

you turned your head over him. his brilliant pupils were looking deep inside yours. his gaze seemed to be more precious than anything else. and the thin smile on his lips was adding more preciousness to his face.

as soon as your brain totally assimilated his beauty, your heart almost immediately reacted: it was beating so fast. you never felt this way before. you never felt your heart react this much to someone unknown to you

“really? aww, i'm sorry. but since this little place is behind the castle i live in and this place is owned by my parents.. i guess you can see me here pretty often.”

you offered this man your prettiest smile.

“oh, so i'm walking in a private area? oh, i'm sorry, i don't have any permission..”

you giggled, making you look even cuter in front of him.

“i give you my permission.”

your eyes were glued in his. you couldn't look somewhere else. something was pulling you closer to him. and without you could even take the control over your brain, you were in front of him.

“i hope you're gonna use this permission wisely.~”

“may i offer you.. my company?”

you could blush at this precious look on your face. he was looking at you so tenderly. you could say he was as mesmerised by you as you were mesmerised by him.

“this is a good answer.”

because of a breeze, your dress brushed his legs, and mixed up with his own clothes. few strands of your hair slowly flew, coming in front of your face. and the man in front of you didn't waist time to push them away your face, behind your ears.

the man then put a hand on your waist, and invite you to sit back on the bench. he was so gentle with you, and led you to the bench like a real gentleman. his hand on your waist, his gaze on your face, a smile on his lips.

he sat besides you, yet was facing you. he was admiring you, like you admire a deity. his own heart was beating irregularly. and just as you, he never lived something like that before.

“who might you be?”

your voice was a little bit shaking because of shyness. you were looking down to the pond. yet this time, you were really blushing since you were feeling his sparkling gaze on you.

“i'm Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. i was supposed to pass by quickly for a mission but.. i don't wanna live now i know someone as stunning as you is here.”

“a-a mission?”

his compliment got you stuttering, and going redder — he was indeed succumbing to you. you were even playing with your fingers. your heart was still beating fast.

“yes. i am gods' herald. but this message can wait, and will wait.”

Yeosang slightly tilted his head to the side. gently, he grabbed your chin and made you look straight into his eyes.

“and you? who are you?”

his pupils never left yours. the tenderness in his eyes was warming you up, and he soon felt like home to you: you didn't have to be shy anymore around him — plus, he was in the same estate, right?

“princess y/n. Lee y/n.”

“does the princess believe in gods?”

Yeosang looked next to you, where you put down your crown. he took it, and gently put it back on the top of your head.

“now, she does. she has a god in front of her, how could she not believe in gods now?”

you were first looking at his eyes after he put the crown on your head, but your gaze eventually wandered over his face: his forehead, his nose, his cheekbones, his cheeks, and his plump lips. your gaze stayed there for a moment. and Yeosang noticed it.

“and does she want to kiss this god?”

“she's craving for it. but is this sensible?”

your eyes quickly went back to his pupils. the sun was shining over his face. his skin seemed to be smoother with the rays of sun.

“i've fallen for you, even though we just met. is this sensible?”

Yeosang softly grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. he kept your face up, looking in your eyes. the birds weren't chirping anymore, and the whole place was quiet. it was as if the whole world stopped to look at you both.

“it's not. but i'm not trying to hold myself back. if my whole soul suddenly started to scream out your name, then i'm happy to say i'm not wise anymore. nothing is sensible now i've met you.”

“shut up and kiss me. it's a royal order.”

“what my princess wants, my princess gets.”

Yeosang softly leaned over your face. his lips gently touched yours. his lips moved against yours perfectly, as if both of your lips were meant to be against each other.

you slowly came closer to him, as if he was a magnet you were attracted to. your hand wandered over his thigh, and upper to his chest. your whole body was screaming his name out: the heart beating fastly, your skin getting hotter, the palms of your hands getting clammy.

but the kiss had to end. you — sadly — couldn't stay suspended to his lips for ever.

“if nothing of this is sensible, let's be unreasonable.”

your eyes were showing off distress, pleasure and love.

Yeosang was everything you wanted, needed, and had everything you were craving for — freedom. you wanted and needed to have him by your side. him, for what he was, and what he had, was what you had to have by your side.

“is this.. an another royal order, princess?”

his warm hands wrapped up your shoulders. but slowly, they were wandering down your arms to your hands.

“it is. do it.”

slowly, Yeosang started to kiss your forehead. his kisses went down, again and again — your temple, your cheek, your jawline, your neck, and your collarbone.

the next moments would be animated.

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purplenotebook · 3 years

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A Day and a Date

Yanfei was tired, this was one of the most pointless cases she had ever dealt with. “I owe them a favor, I owe them a favor, I owe them-”

“BOO!”

“AHHHHH!” Yanfei screamed as she shot out of her chair, her thigh hitting the bottom of the desk. Yanfei cringed, knowing that was going to leave a bruise.

“Owww!“

“Hehe, sorry I couldn't help myself.” The guest in her office said while putting her fingers below her chin and making them dance as if she was playing the piano, to seem playfully spooky.

“Hu Tao, what did we say about knocking?”

“Hu Tao and ow rhyme! Did you do that on purpose?” Hu Tao asked, surprised her girlfriend was saying something that could ever resemble a joke.

“FOCUS!” Yanfei yelled

“Look, I'm sorry for not knocking, but knocking takes a few seconds off of our time together, and if I dont knock then I get to sneak up on you and see you jump like that.” Hu Tao teased.

“And having me scold you every time you do this doesn't take some of our more pleasant times off?” Yanfei asked, her right eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips, obviously annoyed with how often this was starting to happen.

“...” Hu Tao put her hands down and behind her back. This wasn’t exactly how she imagined their encounter. The thought reminding her of what she came for.

“Hu-!” Yanfei sighed, this was even more pointless than that stupid case she had too work on.

“Are you done with work yet?” Hu Tao asked cautiously, scared to anger her lover even more. Yanfei nodded, trying to dispel the frown on her face. Taking a deep breath before she responded.

“Thankfully yes.” she said, trying to sound as nice as possible, knowing that she shouldn’t be taking her anger out on Hu Tao.

“Thankfully?” Hu Tao asked, wondering if she got an explanation for Yanfei’s unusual behavior. Yanfei’s eyebrows relaxed and her hands moved towards her face to pinch her nose.

“The case I’m working on is a strange and unprecedented one indeed.” Yanfei said, talking with her hands more than usual.

“Oh, well then why don’t we go take a break and get some fresh air then?” Hu Tao said, smiling widely at the opportunity.

“Why not?” Yanfei said, seeming more relaxed.

“Yayyyy!” Hu Tao yelled as she gained an even bigger smile, to which Yanfei returned.

“Do you have a place in mind?” Yanfei asked, “Two actually.” Hu tao said, holding out her hand, waiting for Yanfei to return it, which she did so happily.

The first stop was Mingxiang Jewelry shop.

“Welcome to Mingxiang Jewelry, what can I-oh Hu Tao is this about what you ordered yesterday?”

“Yup! Oh and something else of Yanfei’s choice.” Hu Tao said

“I’ll have it up in a minute, in the meantime feel free to choose your next item.” the worker said.

“Thank you.”Yanfei said

“To me or to her?” Hu Tao asked, genuinely confused.

“Both of you” Yanfei said with a bright and beautiful smile, one that always lit up Hu Tao’s day more than the sun could ever. Hu Tao only wished that was the smile she could wake up to every morning. Then again if this worked she might actually be able to.

Yanfei looked through the jewelry. “Hmm, all of these are appealing but if I’m going to choose one I’d like to have one that resembles me and Hu Tao in some way.” Suddenly two Agnidus Amulets caught her eye.

“Hu Tao, is it alright with you if I get two things?” Yanfei said, turning to face Hu Tao.

“Of course!” Hu Tao said. Yanfei nodded her head and mumbled something along the lines of thank you. “You’re really focused huh, I wonder what you're going to get?” Hu Tao thought, peering over Yanfei’s shoulder.

“Ok, I know which ones I want to choose.” Yanfei said, turning her head to face Hu Tao.

“Just in time too.” Hu Tao giggled, looking at the worker of minxing jewelry.

“I’m back, sorry it took so long, minor complications took place.” The worker said. She then put a beautiful tiny box wrapped in a pastel pink ribbon with a maroon color for the box itself, on the counter. Yanfei couldn’t help but wonder what was in there “is it…? No stop overthinking!”

Hu Tao unwrapped her arms from Yanfei’s waist much to both of their disappointment and picked up the box.

“It's ok, thanks! Bye!” Hu Tao yelled while picking up Yanfei’s hand and walking away.The worker waved at them goodbye with that fake customer service smile.

“Um, Hu Tao, what's in the box?” Yanfei said. She tried slowing down a bit which was hard because Hu Tao was a bit fast.

“And where would th-?” Yanfei attempted to ask

“Stop asking questions and maybe you’ll find out” Hu Tao smirked.

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Probably the end even though I know I should give it a proper ending. :/

Edit: wasn’t sure wether to put “the sun” or something about there pyro visions

#hu tao fluff #hu tao x yanfei

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starkerhowlter · 3 years

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Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning~

Ship: Starker Rating: M Contains: tooth-rotting fluff, adorableness, kissing, coffee, Tony cooking because I can do what I want, sliiiiiiight dirty talk. Initial prompt: @peterparkerbingo fill -- Breakfast in bed Words: 943 Summary: "Good Morning, Baby" "What's all this?"

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He's shockingly never left Peter before the boy wakes up. He's always there no matter what they've done. Sure, when their relationship first began to blossom, he thought about disappearing before the boy woke up, but never did. Tony dreads the risk of Peter waking up while he's gone. He dreads that the boy will cry, or panic, or call the other Avengers worrying that he's been taken. "Sir, your heart rate is spiking." the AI in his ear suddenly states. "I know, J, I know. I'm sorry," Tony replies, walking across the street from his car. "Nothing to be sorry for, sir. Do I need to switch into grounding mode?" "No, J. I'm fine! Just nervous. Is Peter still asleep?" "Yes sir." "Fantastic." He takes the earpiece out of his ear when he walks into the grocer, nodding to the man at the counter. "Good morning, Mr Stark, How are you doing this morning?" "I'm doing good, Delmar, How are you?" "Good as usual. What'cha in for?" "Breakfast for the boyfriend." "Aha, still with Mr Parker?" The man smiles, "He's a good one." "That he is." He smiles, doing a quick lap of the small shop, picking up the items he needs. He places the items on the counter, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. "Actually," he pauses before inserting his card. "Could you toss a box of condoms in there too?" "Sure." The man places a box in the bag with the other items before telling him his total. "See you next time!" "Thanks, Delmar." He waves, taking the plastic bag and heading out to his car starting the thirty-minute journey back to Lower Manhattan. -- -- -- -- -- -- When he opens the door of the apartment, he's met with silence. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tosses his keys into the bowl on the dresser Peter insisted needed to be next to the door. He hums to himself, asking Jarvis to play his music in the kitchen. He unloads the bag of supplies, placing the orange juice in the fridge and turns on the waffle maker. About an hour later, he's finally not burnt three waffles and cut the fruit into a bowl. He places a bowl of whipped cream mixed with chocolate chips on the tray. He strains his hearing, hoping that the boy isn't awake in their bedroom. As though reading his mind, JARVIS answers, "He's still asleep, sir. Want me to start the coffee maker?" "I've got that one, thanks, J." He reaches over, activating the Keurig, putting one of Peter's favourite latte pods in. In a few minutes, the coffee is brewed into Peter's favourite Star Wars mug, and placed on the tray as well. He grabs the cocoa pen and draws a heart in the liquid. Briefly, he places the condom box on the tray as well but decides shortly after that it's too on the nose. "J, initiate soft morning protocol." "Activating." The AI replies, causing the lights to slowly rise into a dim yellow, playing soft lo-fi music through the speakers. He places the box in his pocket, carrying the tray down the hallway. He sneaks into the dark bedroom, placing the tray of breakfast on the black accent bench at the foot of the bed. He slips into the bathroom, changing back into a pair of dark sweatpants and a tank top, adjusting the neckline to cover his reactor. Back in the bedroom, Tony walks to Peter's side of the bed and presses a kiss to the boy's temple. "Hey, it's time to wake up, baby." He smiles, waiting for a moment before pushing the boy's side. Peter jumps, yelping softly, and pushing against the man's chest. "Get away from me!" He cries, pushing harder until Tony backs away from the bed. "Hey, hey, hey... It's just me, honey, I promise you're safe. It was just a nightmare. You're safe, I promise you're safe. Sssshhhhhhhh..." Tony approaches the bed once again, hand out in front of him as though approaching a frightened animal. Peter lays down when he realizes who's there, the scientist's presence calming him. "Good morning, sweetheart. I'm sorry I startled you." "It's okay," He smiles, "Good morning, Tony" "I have a surprise for you." "No surprises, just cuddles." "Peter... Please." "Noooo!" The boy raises

his

arms, a silent beg for the man to hold him. He smirks, walking around the bed to his side and getting back underneath the duvet to curl up next to his boyfriend. "I want to show you my surprise before it gets cold." He pleads after a few minutes of quiet cuddling. "Alright, alright!" Peter giggles, a soft smile on his lips as he sits upright. Tony reaches down to the end of the bed and brings the tray closer, "What's all this?" "Good morning, baby." He murmurs, "Sorry it's not warm anymore. I think I made the coffee right, but we both know I'm not a very good co--" "Shhh," Peter giggles and kisses the inventor," it's perfect, Tones. I promise." "I made your favourite whipped cream mix. Does it need anything?" Peter giggles, "You're adorable when you're nervous. It's beautiful." "I'm glad. I also got you another surprise." "Oh?" His smirk becomes a blush when he realizes what Tony has in his hand, "Why, Mister Stark, are you implying what I think you are?" "I don't know, breakfast, what do you think?" He asks, biting lightly on the boy's lower lip. "I think waffles first, you sex demon," He laughs, taking a bit of whipped cream on his finger and smearing it on the man's cheek. --

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#starker #tony x peter #peterparkerbingo

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imo-chan-imagines · 4 years

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『 Waking up and finding you on your period | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 15+, mild sexual references, fluff, so much fluff, teensy bit of a daddy kink implied for Daisuke, bit of breeding link implied for Haru *COUGH*

⚠️ 15+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Guess who came on her period and was in dire need of some comfort from her best boys? That's right. Me. So I freaking wrote it. Here you go.

Despite the tags, it's like, 95% fluff, and even the sex is fluffy, and it's not even described. This is just pure wholesomeness. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

At first, when Daisuke sees the blood in the bed, he thinks you might be injured and worriedly wakes you up, asking if you're hurt with his hair down because he's been sleeping

As you wake, you feel the crushing pangs in your abdomen and shake your head

"That's not is," you say, embarrassed about the amount of blood staining the sheets

"I see," he says, deducing that you must have got your period in the night

He sounds as calm as ever, but he's actually genuinely relieved you haven't injured yourself

But he can see that you're in pain and he hates it serious daddy vibes

He carefully picks you up and carries you to the ensuite bathroom princess style, baby

"I'm sorry," you whimper into his chest

"There is nothing to be sorry for," he says firmly

His voice rumbles in your ears that deep, sultry voice, omg

When you reluctantly ask him if he's grossed out, he gives you a blank look

"Why should I be?" he asks. "It's perfectly natural."

"Yeah, but…"

He senses that you've experienced unpleasant situations with boyfriends in the past and can't help but feel fiercely protective and angered that they hurt you like that

"Any man who is 'grossed out' – as you put it – by something like this," he continues, entirely seriously, "does not deserve to be called a man."

He sits with you and helps you clean yourself as he draws the bath for you, having got his servants to fetch pain killers, sanitary products, and clear up the mess in the bedroom

You keep apologising for ruining the incredibly expensive, luxury bedding like so expensive, you want to die

But Daisuke keeps telling you not to worry about it, insisting that it can easily be replaced

He's literally already got HEUSC to order some new stuff

After you're clean, he helps you into the bath and gets in with you, sitting you between his legs, his arms around your body, and pulls you back against his chest

He insists you use all your favourite scents and products, planting little kisses on your neck and shoulders as he caresses the bubbles over your skin

He helps you get dressed into some of his comfy, oversized clothes and sits you down on the sofa he bought some after he wore Haru's, lmao

Come to the comfy side, we have hot guys

You grab hold of the back of his shirt when he turns to leave

When you ask him to stay with you, he immediately has tells HEUSC to clear his schedule for the day, calling in sick for work so he can do just that he must look after his princess

He can never say no to you

Hoodies and sweatpants all round

He has his chef make all your favourite foods and orders in whatever chocolates and treats you want

He even purchases a giant, expensive teddy with same-day delivery when you showed even the slightest interest in it we're talking a 2 metre plus bear, here

You spend the day curled up next to him in a cosy room, watching whatever movies, TV shows, K dramas, etc. you want

He probably has a cinema room in his house, okay? Don't @ me

Lots of cuddles and spooning hnng

He ignores any sexual urges he gets if he knows you're not in the mood

When you say you want a massage, he immediately goes to get HEUSC to call his private masseuse

When you ask him to do it instead, he's caught off guard and doesn't really have any idea what to do

He's hesitant and nervous, worried he might hurt you

But he eventually gets the idea, and feels proud of himself when you say it's helped relieve your cramps a little

Lots of hair stroking and back rubs

While you're asleep on his lap, he researches into dealing with period pain

He hates that his money can't buy you out of your pain entirely, but he's going to do the absolute best he can this sweet man, I can't

He makes sure he orders all sorts of high quality products, like super expensive heat pads, magnets, the best quality pads and tampons etc. so he's properly prepared next time best boy

While looking this stuff up, he reads that orgasms and sometimes even penetrative sex can help relieve cramps and pain, and immediately starts looking up how to go about it

When you wake up, he gets you some water and goes to ask you about what he read, but ends up a little too shy to, and vows to himself to bring it up next time

Which he does and it's adorable and hot at the same time??

And he really goes all out, focusing on you completely

You're glowing afterwards as you come down from your high, and he rests his forehead on yours

I'm dying, this is so cute. Why can't this be real?!?

Kato Haru

You wake up first, feeling your stomach sink at the all too familiar sensation of blood between your legs

You nervously turn to Haru and wake him up, but can't manage to get the words out

Haru knows exactly what's happened as soon as he sees it

He gives you a hug and a kiss and tells you it's okay, and to get out of the bed

He fetches you pain killers and hurries out to the convenience store to buy any other products you need

A range of different pads, tampons, a hot water bottle, more over-the-counter pain killers and medication, chocolate it's necessary, okay? Haru knows what's up

It's dishearteningly early in the morning and still dark out brave boy, best boy

He returns with the items as quickly as possible, smelling of a fresh, crisp morning, still panting a little from hurrying to get back to you I freaking can't, it's too cute

He starts cleaning the sheets as best he can, soaking them in the tub while you clean yourself up in the bathroom

He also prepares a quick meal or two for you in advance because he knows you'll feel too awful to do anything yourself today he's so knowledgeable and practical

#boyfriend material

Lots of small smiles, hugs, and forehead kisses to remind you that he's not mad, because he knows you're worrying about it

When you're all clean and the bedding is changed, he puts you back to bed with a hot water bottle and a blanket, kissing your forehead

He has to get ready for work

You want him to stay, but you know how strong his sense of duty is, and don't want to put him in the position where he has to choose

He kisses you softly before he leaves, saying he'll call you later on his break

You spend the whole day missing him while enjoying the food he lovingly prepared

You wait with your phone by you, watching the clock

When he calls and you hear his voice come though on the other end of the line, you sink under a wave of relief and finally start to relax

He asks you how you are, if you've been eating, tells you to eat that particular food you always leave, because it's good for you, damn it, and reminds you where things are in case you might need them, etc.

He says he loves you soft boi

You can hear Kamei in the background, poking fun at Haru – who pointedly reminds him who has a girlfriend and who doesn't rip Kamei

Daisuke's voice briefly drifts down the line, and Haru says he has to go

He says he loves you again, and you say it back

When he hangs up, it's suddenly very empty in the apartment

You hug a pillow all afternoon in place of him

It's late when he gets back, laden with groceries, the ingredients for your favourite meal, and a bouquet of small, pretty-looking flowers from the supermarket

You're immediately feeling better now that he's home, getting some colour back in your cheeks

You watch him cook up a storm in the kitchen he's so hot when he cooks, I can't

You always love his food, but it tastes so much better now that he's with you

After eating, you curl up together and watch TV

Lots of goofy grins and raspberries on your neck and tummy – anything to make you laugh and smile again

When you finally laugh, he leans in and says, "There it is."

Spooning yes, both of them

I like spooning, shut up

He can't help but get hard, and he apologises bashfully when you notice

You tell him it's okay wink wonk

He grins

"You know, I think I have a remedy for this affliction of yours," he says, nuzzling your neck with his nose

"Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask sceptically, sensing something mischievous is afoot

"I could always put a baby in you, free of charge," he says, only half joking as he nibbles on your earlobe getting steamyyy

"Babe, we're broke," you say, breaking out into a giggle

But you get down to it anyway because he freaking loves you and knows that you needs to be reminded of it right now

#imo chan imagines #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #the millionaire detective balance: unlimited #fkbu #imagine #headcanons #fkbu imagine #fkbu headcanons #kambe daisuke #kato haru #fkbu x reader #fluff #fkbu fluff

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maybeimamuppet · 3 years

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day 23: mistletoe/kissing

day 23!!! aaaah only two more days !!

another chapter where their ages don't matter. cady is 23 and janis is 24 but y'all do what you want :)

enjoy!!

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"Caddy, come here," Janis says, standing underneath a doorway in Damian's apartment.

"Why?"

"Just come here," Janis pleads, coaxing her wife over. Cady tilts her head in confusion but heads to see what Janis wants. She squeaks in surprise when she's suddenly pinned to the wall and kissed hungrily.

"What was that for?" she breathes against Janis' lips when she pulls away slightly.

"Mistletoe," Janis says, giving her a more gentle kiss this time.

"Missa-what?" Cady asks, tilting her head in confusion.

"You've never heard of mistletoe?"

"No," Cady says. "What is it?"

"This," Janis says, reaching up on her tippy toes and snatching it down to show Cady. Cady tips her head and looks at the strange little plant. "You hang it somewhere, and then if two people stand underneath it they have to kiss."

"Oh." Cady says. "Why?"

"I dunno," Janis shrugs. "Tradition. I'm not sure where it came from."

"It's not very polite," Cady says, crossing her arms with a frown. "What if someone doesn't want to be kissed? Consent is important."

"Yes it is," Janis agrees. "Nowadays people usually ask first. Or just kiss on the cheek or something."

"Oh." Cady says again. "Americans are weird."

"Amen, babes."

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Janis wakes up the next morning alone, with something taped to her nose. She's in the midst of crossing her eyes to see what it is when Cady suddenly comes crashing through the door and leaps on top of her. "Oof!"

"Good morning!"

"Hi, Peanut," Janis chuckles. "What's on my nose?"

Cady bends down, cups her face, and presses their lips together. Janis gasps in surprise, but quickly rests a hand on the back of Cady's head to keep her close and holds a small hip with the other. Cady eventually breaks away and gasps for breath. "There's your first clue."

"Good clue," Janis says, pulling Cady back down for one more kiss. When they break apart this time, Janis reaches up and plucks the mystery item from her face. "Mistletoe?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Why?"

"For kisses!" Cady says eagerly. "If you're always under it then I always have to kiss you."

Janis considers this. "I guess that makes sense. Not the most comfortable though."

"That's okay," Cady says. "That was a temporary solution."

"What?" Janis asks. "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing."

"Caddy."

"Nothing!"

"Uhhuh. Let's test that theory, shall we?" Janis chuckles. Cady squeaks as Janis stands up and hauls her up onto her back, carrying her piggyback style out of the room. Janis looks up once they're in the living room. "Oh my god!"

Every square inch of their ceiling has been covered in at least one leaf of mistletoe. Not even a millimeter of the former white is visible. The hallway, kitchen, and living room are totally pasted with mistletoe.

"Tada," Cady says sheepishly.

"How did you do this? The ceiling's, like, twice your height!"

"I found a ladder," Cady mumbles into her neck.

"You're committed," Janis admits. "Oh my god, you did the bathroom, too?"

"Nowhere is safe," Cady says ominously. "Except the bedroom, I didn't want to wake you up working in there."

"So you woke me up by taping a plant to my nose and then leaping on top of me?"

"...Yeah."

Janis carefully sets her girlfriend back on her feet and turns to see her face. "You're cute. Okay, how many kisses do I owe you?"

"Hundred," Cady mumbles, refusing to look Janis in the eye.

"A hundred?! You bought a hundred mistletoe plants?!" Janis asks in shock.

"Fake mistletoe plants," Cady corrects. "So they're reusable! We can do this every year!"

"Great," Janis chuckles. She does have to admit it's kind of a nice look, but it'll be a lot of work. On both parts. "Hundred kisses. I should probably get going then."

Cady nods eagerly. Janis pulls her close and kisses her cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally plants a solid one on her lips. Cady pulls back after a second. "Go brush your teeth first, though."

"You don't like my morning breath?" Janis retaliates.

"No, stinky," Cady teases. Janis pouts. "You don't like mine either. But I'd be more worried if you did. I'm gonna go make your coffee."

Janis perks up at that and gives her one more sweet kiss. Cady returns it, but quickly pushes her back towards the bathroom. Janis huffs. "Fine, fine, I'm going."

"I love you," Cady calls after her.

"Yeah, yeah," Janis sighs jokingly. "I love you too."

Ninety-four to go.

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Janis manages to squeeze in twenty-five kisses by lunch. Cady is trying to make their sandwiches, but Janis is rather distracting pressed against her back and peppering kisses wherever she can reach.

"Twenty-six," Janis whispers with a kiss to her neck. A few more to her cheeks. "Seven, eight, nine... thirty!"

"Janis," Cady huffs. "I have a knife in my hand."

"You brought this on yourself," Janis replies with a shrug. She teasingly peppers a few to Cady's weak spots, behind her ear and the junction of her neck and shoulder. Cady's knees buckle beneath her and she's only saved from the floor by Janis' arms around her waist. "Whoa, easy. I'm only at thirty-five now."

"Great," Cady whispers. Janis chuckles at how flustered she is and gently starts ghosting her fingers over Cady's lower belly, just under the hem of her shirt.

"I can think of a fun way to get some more kisses in," she purrs into Cady's ear. "Can't you?"

Maybe they'll have the sandwiches for dinner.

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"Janiiiiis," Cady whines, burying her face in her couch cushion.

"Caddyyyyyy," Janis replies, peppering more kisses to the little areas of Cady's face she can still reach. "I gotta get my kiss quota done, I still owe you forty-five!"

"'M trying to nap," Cady grumbles, making the mistake of peeking an eye out to look at her wife and exposing more surface area for Janis to smooch.

"You're still exposed," Janis replies, pointing above them. Cady groans as she realizes she should've tried to nap in bed under a mistletoe-free ceiling rather than on the couch. In her defense, she had been rather tired after their... previous activities, and elected to just stay where she was.

"Temporary truce," she begs. Janis kisses the back of her head a few more times.

"Fine. Sixty, by the way."

"Congratulations."

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"I'm hungry," Cady declares when she finally wakes up. Janis peeks around her easel and smiles as she sees her yawn adorably and stretch out her muscles.

"Good morning to you too," she chuckles. "What do you want to eat?" The sandwiches wound up making a nice mid-afternoon snack, and Janis is a bit peckish again as well.

Cady thinks for a second, wrapping her blanket around herself and coming over to her wife in the meantime. "What's that sandwich thing you and Damian were talking about the other day? That you both didn't like but then you tried it and it turned out you just didn't like the school lunch kind? It's, like, Messy Mike or something?"

"Sloppy Joe?" Janis chuckles. Cady nods.

"Yeah. Can we try that?"

"I think we have the stuff, yeah," Janis says. Cady squeals as she starts kissing every single little freckle dotting her cheeks. "Sixty-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven-no, come back!-eight, sixty-nine-"

"Nice."

"Thank you," Janis replies without missing a beat. "Aaaaaand... seventy!"

"Very well done," Cady says, giving her a freebie. "Now feed me."

"Yes, your highness," Janis replies, squeezing in one more smooch.

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Cady finally puts some clothes back on and perches on the counter, reading Janis the instructions from the cookbook while Janis cooks their meal. Janis thanks her with a good kiss after every step.

"How many do you have left?"

"Uhm... twenty-four, I think," Janis replies as everything simmers. Cady reaches for her, so Janis comes to stand in front of her. She smiles as Cady wraps her arms around her neck and legs around her waist to keep her close.

"I think I can help with that," Cady purrs against her lips. Janis nods and presses up, resting her hands on Cady's thighs and sighing gently as their lips make contact. Even after seventy-seven in a single day, Cady's kisses are always special.

Cady always tastes a little bit like watermelon. Today it's mixed with the gingerbread cookies she had been snacking on throughout the day, and the mug of hot chocolate she'd had with lunch. Janis gets lost in the dizzying combination of sensations she experiences in Cady. Tangling a hand in the softest red curls, smelling their cherry scent and the smell of textbooks that always lingers around her. Tasting the strange, but comforting mix of flavors off her wife's pillowy soft lips. Feeling the way Cady's grip on her tightens when Janis playfully nips her lower lip, and feeling more than hearing the little groan she lets out.

"Janis?" Cady murmurs when they break apart for a breath.

"Mm?" Janis hums in reply.

"What do you have the stove set to?"

"Ah, shit."

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After an only slightly burned meal, Cady pulls Janis back to the couch for a movie and snuggle. Janis settles in on top of her wife and nuzzles into her neck, periodically peppering little kisses to her pulse point or the bottom of her jawline. Her mental ticker is still keeping track. Eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two...

"I love you," Cady murmurs, gently tracing the shell of Janis' ear.

"I love you too," Janis replies quietly. Eighty-four, eighty-five. "Even when you hang mistletoe over our entire ceiling."

"Do you think you can get fifteen more before midnight?"

"I can damn well try," Janis replies, rolling over onto her belly and hovering over Cady on her elbows. Cady smiles and cups her jaw, pulling her down for one.

"I should hang mistletoe everywhere more often," she murmurs against Janis' lips. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty nine. "Ten more."

Janis gets in three more there, and finds four occasions in the shower they take together to wash away the day. One more as Cady tenderly brushes out Janis' hair and braids it as best she can now that it's about shoulder length. Another as they change into their pajamas.

"One more," Janis whispers as she crawls into bed after her wife. Cady turns on her side and gives her a precious smile.

"Better make it count, then."

Janis rests a hand on her cheek and carefully tugs her closer. Cady willingly inches closer and leans in. Janis feels her smile against her lips as Janis presses their lips together one last time. For today, anyway. Cady gasps as Janis swipes her tongue at the seam of her lips, but does part them to allow her entry. Janis brushes their tongues together slightly and presses somehow closer.

"Good?"

"Mmm," Cady hums, pretending to ponder the matter. "I think I'm good for this year. Next year maybe we can bump it to a hundred and fifty."

"No way," Janis chuckles. "Next year is my turn."

"I can definitely do that."

"But can you do it better?" Janis challenges.

"You'll have to wait and see," Cady replies, nuzzling her nose against Janis'. "I love you, Jayjay."

"I love you too, Peanut. Goodnight."

"Don't let the mistletoe bite."

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acantha-j-roberts · 4 years

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Poorly Pearl (Part 1)

Reader x Henry Pearl Sickfic. Written in second person.

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Henry appears on your doorstep in the early hours of the morning. You invite him in, only to discover he's feverish and not feeling well. Being his closest friend and having a kind heart, you decide to care for him until he feels better.

Chapter One

"Finally done!" You exclaim, closing the book you'd been reading.

You lay back onto your bed, feeling both relieved and sad that the book was finished. You turn your head, to check the time on your alarm clock. "02:38"

"It is late." You think, "Maybe I should get to bed."

You're deep in thought, when the sound of knocking shocks you back into reality. You sit up, trying to decipher what the noise was. You hear it again and realise it is someone knocking on the door. You jump up and rush downstairs, but before you open the door, you peer through the peep hole in your door. Since you were suspicious about someone coming to your house at 2am.

You see the person standing on your doorstep, sighing as it is someone you know. You unlock your door and pull it open. You meet eyes with Henry Pearl, who smiles shyly at you.

"What a surprise, Henry." You smile, "What are you doing here, this time of night?"

"I was just passing by," Henry answered, "Thought I'd say hi."

You notice that Henry doesn't seem as bubbly as he usually is. You presume he is tired, since he's normally home at this time.

"Come on in, sweetheart." You say, grabbing Henry's hand and pulling him inside your house.

As you shut your door, Henry suddenly steps away from you. He shields his face with his hands, sneezing twice into his palms. You walk to his side, gently placing you hand on his shoulder.

"You alright, sweetheart?" You ask.

Henry nods, "It was just a little cold outside." He answered, sniffling.

You lead Henry towards your living room, "Have a seat on the couch, sweetheart."

Henry obeys your request, taking a seat on the couch. You're about to sit beside him, when Henry sneezes again.

"I'll get you a tissue, sweets." You say, walking towards the kitchen.

Henry smiles, sneezing again. You enter the kitchen and grab a box of tissues, but as your walking back you hear Henry quietly whimpering. You walk into the living room, leaning over the couch and placing the box is tissues on a cushion.

"Thank you, Y/N." Henry says, taking a tissue from the box and blowing his nose.

You take a seat on the couch, beside Henry.

"How has your night been, Henry?" You ask.

"Peaceful." Henry answers, "Not mu..."

Henry's speech was cut off by another sneeze, which was followed by dry coughs.

You frown, "Are you sure you're alright, Henry?"

Henry didn't have time to answer, when another series of dry coughs started. You shimmy across the couch and gently rub Henry's back as he coughs. You suddenly realise that Henry was shivering.

"Are you cold, sweetheart?" You ask.

"A little." Henry answers, glancing over at you.

You're about to fetch Henry a blanket, but as you are about to stand up, your hand touched Henry's bare skin. You feel heat radiating from his damp, sweaty skin. You move your hand over to Henry's cheeks, then onto his forehead.

"Henry, you're burning up!" You exclaim.

Chapter Two

Henry looks at you and suddenly starts crying.

You cuddle into him, "Oh, sweetheart. You don't feel well, do you?"

Henry shakes his head, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"That's why you came to my house, isn't it?" You ask, "Because you're not feeling well."

Henry nods, "I didn't expect you to answer, to be honest."

"Well, you're lucky I did answer." You say, "And why didn't you just tell me you weren't feeling well?"

"I didn't want to bother you." Henry explains, "I contemplate just leaving, when you answered."

Henry sneezes again, you hand him a tissue and huddle closer to him. He placed his head on your shoulder, and you could feel the heat from his fever through your clothes. But he doesn't sit there for long, Henry suddenly sits back up and starts coughing. You sigh, rubbing Henry's back as he coughs. Once the fit ceased, Henry laid back on the couch, visibly feeling sick and miserable. You lean closer to him, gently stroking his cheeks.

You suddenly fell your phone vibrate in your pocket. You reach into your pocket and pull out for phone. You see the caller ID and immediately answer the call.

"Hello, Tallulah." You say.

"Y/N, thank god." Tallulah exclaims, "Have you seen He..."

"Henry?" You interrupt, "Yes, he's here with me, and he'll be staying with me for the next few days."

"Is everything alright with him?" Tallulah asks.

You look over at Henry, who was leaning his head on the pillow and half asleep.

"Henry isn't feeling well, I think he might have the flu." You explain, "I would like to keep him here with me until he's better. If that's alright with you?"

"Yes, of course." Tallulah answers, "Everyone knows you're the best caretaker in Battlecreek."

Chapter Three

You end the call with Tallulah, before placing your phone on the coffee table. You turn to face Pearl, gently placing your hand on his shoulder to wake him.

"Henry, let's move you into the guest bedroom." You say, "You'll be staying with me until you're better."

"But..." Henry mutters, "I'll be a burden on you."

"No, no, no." You say, "Don't you ever say that. In no way, shape or form will you ever be a burden on me."

Henry smiles weakly, breaking out in another coughing fit.

"How about you set up in the guest bedroom," You begin, "And I'll get you some honey and lemon tea."

Henry nods, you help him to his feet and only leave him when you're sure he isn't doing to fall. You rush into the kitchen, grabbing a large mug from the kitchen cabinet. You then fill the kettle with water and boil it. You place a lemon teabag in the mug, then pour in the boiled water.

You grab a tablespoon from in the draw, as well at a jar of honey. You fill the spoon with the golden liquid, before stirring it into the tea. You take the mug in your hands and we're about to head towards the guest bedroom, when you hear the loud sound of Henry sneezing and coughing.

You place the mug back onto the counter and rush towards the laundry cupboard, you grab your medicine bag, which contains painkillers, fever patches, thermometer, vapour rub, etc. You tuck the bag under your arm, grab the mug from the kitchen and head towards the guest bedroom. You find Henry lying in the bed, again half asleep.

"Here's your tea, sweetheart." You say, placing the mug on the bedside table.

"Thanks, Y/N." Henry says, sitting up.

"I've got some other things here that should help you feel better." You say, sitting on the bed and opening the medical bag.

"You're too good, Y/N." Henry says, "I always wondered why you're not a doctor."

You smile, laying each item from the medical bag onto the bed. You look up at Henry, as he sips the tea. You can see the sweat dripping down his face, making his clothes soaking wet. You grab the forehead thermometer, you shuffle across the bed and hover the thermometer over Henry's forehead.

Once the machine beeps, you move it down and read the numbers.

You frown, "101.3." You say, "We need to cool your down, ASAP."

You grab a fever patch, unpack it and hand it to Henry.

"Place this on your forehead." You say.

As Henry takes the patch from your hand, you see that the shirt under his jacket was drenched in sweat.

"Take off your jacket, Henry." You advise, "You'll overheat off you keep it on.

Henry is hesitant, but he eventually obeys for request. He removes his jacket and places it on the bed. You can't help gasping when you see that his shirt is completely drenched in sweat.

"Jesus, Henry." You exclaim, "We need to get you changed out of those wet clothes before you make yourself worse."

You jump up and rushed upstairs, you grab one of your huge, loose t-shirts from your wardrobe and jeans back downstairs. You stop off at the bathroom, taking one of the towels and running it under cold water. You squeeze out the extra water, before rushing back to the guest bedroom.

Henry was sitting up on the bed, shivering because he didn't have a shirt on. You sit beside Henry, placing your shirt on the bed.

"Is that you're t-shirt?" Henry asks.

"Yeah," you answer, unfolding the damp towel.

"I don't want to ruin your shirt, Y/N." Henry frets.

"Don't worry about it, Henry." You assure.

You open up the towel and gently drape it over Henry.

"This should cool you down." You say, "Keep it on for a little bit, before you put the shirt on."

Chapter Four

Henry sits with the cold towel draped over him for about 2 minutes, before taking it off and putting your shirt on. He suddenly breaks out in another coughing fit, rubbing his chest as he coughed. You shuffle across the bed, grabbing the pillows and arranging them in a specific tower.

You place you hand on Henry's shoulder and pull him back into the pillows. With the arrangement of the pillows, he was sitting up right.

You grab a fever patch, unwrap it and gently place it on Henry's forehead. You then grab the vapour rub, unscrew the lid and cover your fingers in the thick cream.

You then pull down Henry's shirt and smother the vapour rub on his chest, being sure not to touch his large scar. As you're sealing the vapour rub, Henry suddenly starts crying again.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" You ask, gently stroking Henry's shoulder.

"It's stupid ." Henry mumbled, between sniffles.

"It isn't stupid of you're crying about it." You say, "Come on, tell me what's making you cry sweetheart."

"I always cry when I'm not feeling well." Henry admits, "It's stupid and childish, but I always do it."

"You're not childish, Henry." You say, "You're just a little softie, that's all."

Henry smiles, giggling. He starts coughing again, but he's still smiling.

"Please don't make me laugh, it hurts." Henry says, trying to stop giggling.

You smile, glancing over at the bedside table.

You point to the half full mug, "Be sure to drink that, it'll help with your sore throat."

"You're too kind, Y/N." Henry says, smiling.

"Anything for you, sweetheart." You say.

Henry lies back into the arranged pillows, clearly exhausted.

"You get some sleep, sweetie." You suggest, "I'll be here if you need anything."

Chapter Five

You'd fallen asleep an hour after Henry, you leaned your head against the bed frame as you were deep in slumber. You sleep for at least 9 hours, before you're awoken by someone knocking at your door. You run your eyes, before standing up and heading to your front door.

You peer through the peep hole, before opening the door.

"Hello, Tallulah." You say, smiling.

"Morning, Y/N." Tallulah answers, "I've just come round to drop off some clothes for Henry."

You see that Tallulah is holding a small maroon suitcase.

"Thank you, Tallulah." You say, "Please come in, have some tea."

"Oh you're too kind, Y/N." Tallulah says, stepping through the door.

You shut the door, before taking the suitcase from Tallulah.

"So, how has be been?" Tallulah asks, "Henry, how is he?"

"He's sleeping at the moment." You explain, "He's been feverish and teary, but otherwise he's been doing well."

"Aww, my poor baby." Tallulah says, "It's been a long while since he's been sick."

"Well, I'm glad he came to me." You say, "I wouldn't want him wandering the streets in his condition."

"I'm glad he came to you, as well." Tallulah says, "You're the only person I know, who can care for Henry better than I can."

Your smile widens. You suddenly hear loud coughing, coming from the guest bedroom. You stand up and head into the bedroom, Tallulah following shortly behind. You push the door open, finding Henry sitting up and coughing into his palms.

"I'll get some water." Tallulah says, rushing into the kitchen.

You walk into the bedroom and sit on the bed, beside Henry. You gently rub his back as he coughs, comforting him.

"Your mother has come round to drop off some clothes for you." You explain, "She's gone to get you some water."

As if on cue, Tallulah appears in the doorway, holding a glass of water. She walks in and sits on the other side of Henry.

"Here's some water, baby." She says, handing the water to her son.

Henry takes the glass and sips the icy water. You place your hand on his shoulder, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

"Your fever is still quite high." You say, frowning.

You shimmy to the other side of the bed, reading down and grabbing your medical bag. You place it on your knees and unzip it. You search through the bag's content for a few seconds, before finding the ibuprofen. You take two tablets out of the packet and hand them to Henry.

"This will help lower your fever." You say, "Take them with the water."

Henry smiles, taking the tablets from your hand.

"You're so lucky, baby." Tallulah says, looking at her son, "Y/N is the best caretaker in battcreek."

Chapter Six

Tallulah left shortly after that, saying she had some things she needed to do. You wave her goodbye as she reversed out of your driveway and drives away. You head back to the guest bedroom, grabbing the maroon suitcase as you go.

Once you re-enter the guest room, you place the suitcase on the floor beside the bed. You begin the pack away the contents of the medical bag, when you suddenly hear a soft rumbling sound.

You look up, Henry places his hand on his stomach, visibly embarrassed.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" You ask.

"A little." Henry answers, gently rubbing his hungry tummy.

You stand up and head out into the kitchen. You open your kitchen cabinet and search through the contents. You find a can of chicken soup, which is luckily months away from expiration. You open the can and pour the contents into a large container, you place it in the microwave and set the timer for 2 minutes.

You then open the fridge and take out the jug of fresh orange juice you bought yesterday. You grab another glass and pour the juice into it, filling it almost completely. The microwave timer sounds, meaning the soup is finished. You carefully take the soup out of the microwave and pour the steaming hot soup into a large bowl.

You also grab two slices of wheat bread, then arrange all the items on a large red tray. You also place a metal spoon You grab the handles and slowly head back to the guest room.

Henry moves into an upright position when you enter. You carefully place the tray in his lab, being sure not to spill anything.

"The soup is still hot, so be careful." You warn, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you, Y/N." Henry says, "You're too good."

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jpat82 · 6 years

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Blizzard

Me & M’Boys

Evening had set in, and you paced the living room, peeking out the window every so often watching as the snow flurries continued to fall at a heavy and quick rate. Your heart slowly getting heavier and heavier as the minutes ticked by. When Hershel sent out the mass text early this morning you knew it was going to be a long day.

A winter storm had rolled in, and an alert sounded way before the sun even rose for the day. There would be close to 36 inches of snow dropped by midnight, and so Hershel sent out the text to all his farm hands; Rick, Daryl, Carl, Bucky, everyone who worked for him and even Steve. There was a lot that needed to be done to make sure that the farm was ready for the blizzard that would hit.

Both of your boyfriends dress immediately and left before the sun cracked over the horizon. Both promising to be home before night fall, and yet here you were looking out the darkened window pane watching as more snow fell to the ground adding the already deep drifts that piled against the porch.

'Guys, not to be a pest but.. do you know how much longer? If the roads are too bad please don't try to be the idiot super heroes you are, just stay there till morning.' You sent the text to both of them, biting your bottom lip. You tossed another log on the fireplace and settled as well as you could on the couch, pulling the throw blanket from the back. You grabbed your book from the end table and set it into your lap, leaving it in your lap closed as you stared at the window pane, watching as large white flakes floated down to the ground.

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"Come on Sam!" Bucky yelled, taking large steps through the knee deep snow as the goat bleated, bounding farther away from the barn.

"Bucky!" Steve yelled, stepping outside, covering his eyes slightly as the icy flakes hit him in the face as the wind blew.

"Out here!" Bucky hollered back, turning slight, his voice slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf wrapped tight around his lower face. He could slightly see Steve's silhouette back lit by the barn. He turned back, looking out into the crisp cold night, following the tracks caused by the infuriating creature. "Stupid goat."

"Buck, I can't see you." Steve shouted above the noise, stepping out into the torrent of white. Bucky had followed the animal into the lower pasture, and was farther out there than the light from the barn could touch.

Steve looked around vaguely seeing the other man's heavy boot prints in the quick accumulation of new snow fall. He followed out, his ears picking up on every sound. But the snow itself made a hushing whisper as the wind blew across whipping up flakes that had rest gently on top, creating vortex's of white.

"Bucky!" Steve shouted again as he stopped, the snow stung his face as he stood listening.

A bleat from his left caught his attention, Steve turned and started to trek through the heavy snow. He heard the unmistakable sound of Bucky's muffled voice cursing the animal out, slowly the closer he got he saw Bucky tangling in the barbwire separating the pastures, the tethered rope around the animals neck caught on the sharp wire.

"Jesus Buck." Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over.

"Stupid animal won't come when it's called." Bucky snapped, trying to rip the barbwire that was tangled around his pant leg. He was failing, and his frustration was getting the better of him. At some point the man had pulled his gloves off, and his good hand was bleeding turning the white crimson as he worked to free himself.

"Let me help." Steve said, coming over, he knelt down and pulled his phone out. He ignored the texted from you and turned the flash light on, noticing that the phone was in the red. Slowly he unwrapped the sharp metal from around his boyfriends legs, the goat bleated again, nestling itself down under a low tree branch.

"Oh, I'm going to buy you and turn you into stew Sam!" Bucky glared at the animal that just looked back him briefly before looking away.

"There, you're untangled." Steve stated, grabbing Bucky's glove from the ever growing pile of snow. Bucky scooped up the rope and gave it a gentle tug but the animal refused to move. "How did you get tangled?"

"This idiot decided that he wanted to play hide and seek, I wasn't paying attention." Bucky replied curtly walking over and lifted the goat from its hiding place. "Anyway, found the tree trunk from the dead tree we cut down earlier this year and took a tumble. Next thing I knew is I'm hanging slightly upside down and this asshole licking the snow off my face."

"Awe, He was just checking up on you." Steve chuckled as the reached the barn.

"Not funny, punk." Bucky replied, putting the goat in the pen with the others. He walked over to the light and checked the palm of his hand, it was ripped up and bleeding but would heal.

"Shit, my phone just died, our girl texted us, hows your phone?" Steve sighed, slipping the dead item in his back pocket.

"Phone died earlier, what did her message say?" Bucky asked pulling his pant leg noticing that his thermals were bloody as well.

"Dunno, phone died before I had a chance to read it." Steve told him, noticing that Bucky's leg was also tore up as the other man pulled the thermal up a bit. "Ohh, Buddy, is she gonna be mad at you."

"Like I didn't know that." Bucky sighed as he pushed the fabric back down, he stood fully and looked over at Steve. "So, who's truck? Mines got crap tires and yours has shit for brakes."

"Coin toss?" Steve shrugged as they both stepped back out into the cold night, walking toward where both trucks were parked. "Cause she's going to be mad either way, we are way later then promised."

"Rather have brakes then tires." Bucky stated walking over towards his truck, pulling the door open, it creaked in protest. Steve nodded climbing the passenger side.

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The house was dark when you woke, a soft glow from the embers in the fire place was your only light. Some point you had dozed off and the power went out, you knew the tree had been on when you dozed off. That was unless Bucky got home, he would of let you sleep rather then wake you. You reached out and grabbed your cell phone, the only text was from mom asking if you had power.

You pulled the throw blanket off your lap and shivered as you walked over to the fire place and tossed another log on. You poked around getting the fire going again to heat the room, the light reflecting off on glass ornaments. You looked over to the door and noticed that Steve and Bucky's coats were still missing, causing your heart to sink further. Your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, it was midnight, officially Christmas.

A tear slowly streaked down your cheek as you settled yourself on the rug by the fire place. Crossing your fingers that they would be okay. You heard the front door unlock, and you sprang from your spot, dashing across the living room as the door opened and shut.

"What happened to the.." was all Steve got out before you crashed into him and Bucky.

"You're both okay." You sighed, the cold still lingering on them but you didn't care as you gave them both a kiss.

"Doll, were you crying?" Bucky asked, tilting your face better so he could see.

"Yes, I thought something bad happened. Neither of you answered my texts." You explained, looking up into the those deep blues.

"Both of our phone are dead." Bucky smiled softly, giving you another kiss. You pealed yourself away from them so they could take their coats off.

Both men went up stairs to change for the night before coming back down stairs. Bucky showed you his leg after Steve ratted him out and his hand. You bandaged him up knowing he would be healed by day break. Steve slid back on the couch and Bucky laid partially against him so you snuggle against both of them, your favorite place to be. The house fell quiet as the three of you laid there, suddenly the lights on the tree flickered on, cascading you three in color.

Steve sighed contently, his arms wrapped over both of your shoulders as you held Bucky's hand over Steve's chest. Snow continued to pelt the world outside your garland wrapped windows, blanketing everything in a cold crisp white but for you, this is where you want to be. Snuggled up, wrapped warmly with you and your boys.

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One Handsome Devil (TRR)

(Rated M 18+ for sexual content)

Chapter 21: Pumped Up

Monday morning at 6:30 am Drake was in the elevator on his way to the Ritz-Carlton's gym facilities. When he had left the room Kate was still sleeping, but he'd written her a note in case she awoke in his absence. Ever since he had left home a few days ago he had missed the training gym, especially after seeing Nicholas during his angry workout. Normally he spent time in the gym every two days, and if he was away traveling with the Royal court he found a way to fit in a workout of his own. Drake flexed his pectorals, then stood up straight and flexed his left and then right biceps. He was happy with how his muscles strained against his t-shirt, but he was looking forward to a good sweat and to see what the hotel gym had to offer. When he makes it to the exercise room he heads to the 'gentleman's locker room' to change into his shorts. Based on the lack of other guys in the room he assumed he would have the gym to himself. He removes his shirt and leaves it with his pants.

Stepping back out of the locker room he doesn't hear any machines running. He checks out the equipment. There are several treadmills, steppers and elliptical machines. And a lot of mirrors. Not a good place to feel insecure about how you look. Good thing he didn't. He sees a basket of newspapers next to a water cooler and a table with towels. Drake picks up a newspaper and a towel, and chooses a treadmill. He steps up onto it, searches through the programs for a light workout and a timer for 30 minutes. After about 20 of those minutes he hasn't broken a sweat, but his legs are definitely warm. He bumps the speed up a few notches and jogs out the last few minutes of his workout.

Megan Price and her teenage daughter Claire exit the ladies locker room, they can hear the sound of someone using one of the machines as they turn the corner to enter the exercise room. They stand and watch Drake for a minute or two, whispering between themselves:

Woah, he's hot.

Sshh, he's going to hear you.

What do you think, Pro Athlete, police officer, military, model..

Claire, he's probably married, or at least has a girlfriend..or a boyfriend.

Drake slows down the treadmill to low, breathing heavily as he walks, grabbing his towel he wipes his face and neck. Suddenly aware he's being watched he can feel the heat rise in his face, he clears his throat looks to his left.

"Good Morning ladies."

Megan blushes, smiles back.

"G..good morning. Sorry for staring."

Drake powers down the treadmill and then steps off.

"I apparently have that affect on people. I'll be out of your way shortly, just need a drink of water."

Claire pulls a paper cup out of the dispenser, fills it with water from the cooler and hands it to Drake.

He smiles, accepting it, "Thanks."

Drake throws back the cool water in a single gulp. Meanwhile Claire is mesmerized, can feel the heat emanating from his body. She steps back. "You're welcome."

"Um Claire, let's leave the man alone. We'll find a couple of step climbers to use."

Drake nods, grabbing his towel and newspaper and then goes over to where the weight benches and free weights are. OK, that was awkward. He hoped he didn't run into anyone else.

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Meanwhile back in the hotel room, Kate is awakened by the sound of her phone ringing and buzzing at 7am. She flounders out of the blankets and picks it up.

"Hello?"

"Oh my goodness Kate did I wake you?", says Hana.

Kate sits up in bed, realizing Drake is gone.

"It's Ok Hana, I don't mind. What's up?"

"I'm assuming you've heard the horrible news about what happened here in Cordonia."

"Yes, we saw it on CNN. Nicholas called. We were both shaken by the news of the shooting."

"We? Who else is there with you?"

"Drake and I, here in New York."

There's a pause for a moment on the other end.

"Hana, are you still there?"

"But Drake said he was going to Texas, for a family reunion. Oh my goodness! Maxwell was right. So you and Drake are..."

Kate can hear the excitement in Hana's voice, it practically bubbles out of the phone.

"Yes, yes. Me and Drake are a thing now. It's been a whirlwind of a weekend."

"Oh Kate that's wonderful! But poor Nicholas does he know?"

Kate bites her lip, "He and Drake have talked. I'm not sure if Drake went into details. I know he must be upset though."

"Nicholas has been hiding in his room since yesterday. Apart from taking the occasional meal, he hasn't been talking to anyone. Now that Madeleine is gone, he must be beside himself with grief and anger."

Kate gasps, suddenly feeling cold all over,

"Gone? I heard she'd been shot, but we hadn't heard anything else. You don't mean..Oh my goodness she's dead??"

Hana sobs , "Oh my Gosh Kate. The whole City, no the whole country is in shock right now over the shooting. We just got finished celebrating the Coronation, and everyone was looking forward to the engagement tour... But..but now everything has been torn apart."

Kate gets up off the bed, wondering where Drake is.

She sees a note next to the television.

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6.30am Gone down to check out the gym, be back soon. Order us some breakfast.

love,

Drake xoxoxox

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Kate smiles after reading Drake's note. "Hana sweety, I'll pass the news onto Drake when he comes back from the gym. Go see if you can get through to Nicholas. I think he could really use a friend right now."

"I'll try Kate. I miss you guys so much. Please tell me you'll be back home soon."

"We are hoping to be back in a day or two. Nicholas is supposed to be sending the Royal jet to come pick us up, maybe you and Maxwell could hitch a ride."

"Oooh Kate, I'd love that. I've never been to New York before."

"Ok well, I need to go for now. Talk to you soon Hana."

"Buh bye Kate, give Drake a hug for me."

Kate laughs, "Ok will do."

While Drake pumps iron somewhere else in the building, Kate flips open her suitcase and checks through her remaining unworn items, trying to decide what to wear for maximum comfort and cuteness. No doubt Drake was going to punish himself with his workout, so she intended to keep her promise of giving him that massage he was going to need. Kate chooses a pair of comfortable yoga pants, a tank top and a cozy hoody for later. Before Drake returned to have breakfast she wanted to do some Pilates and stretches of her own.

Down in the exercise room of the hotel more patrons were starting to show up, so Drake decided it was time for him to go. He wanted first choice at the locker room showers before there was a line up of other sweaty people. As he makes his way back to the locker room he passes by Megan and Claire who are both using treadmills. He nods and waves to them and Claire giggles, blushing. Being eye fucked by teenage girls made his skin crawl, and he couldn't wait to get out of there. Recalling the disdainful expressions on the GQ models in the barbershop magazine he sympathizes with them. Drake pulls another paper cup and fills it with water before he downs it and escapes for the privacy of the shower.

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La Pomme ~ Chapter 17

Pairing: Sam x OC (eventual Dean x OC and Dean x Castiel. And I mean eventual.)

Series summary: George is a casual French-Mistake-universe Supernatural fan living in no-COVID 2020, who's life is upended when she's suddenly launched between realities, two years into the boys' past (S13E22). What begins as an insane, immersive fan experience turns into more when Jack goes missing and George offers up her AU information to help track him down. Soon it's discovered that she and Sam may actually have history. But that's impossible, right?

Word Count: 7,000

Warnings: {smut, fluff, angst, show level violence, swearing, mentions of suicide} ***Detailed warnings will be tagged for specific chapters.

A/N: Following the events of my prequel Paradise and second story From My Eyes Off. Reading those first gives context but isn’t necessary to start this one.

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George had practically run all the way to Jack's door, but when she got there she hesitated. Back at the bunker they'd bonded a little, she thought; now, in the harsh light of the outside world and his near fatal injuries, she was less confident. Worried that she didn't belong there, she looked forlornly back at Dean as he caught up.

"What?" He wondered what the hold up was.

"Um," George wrung her hands and suggested, "...maybe we should wait for Sam?"

Dean read her nervousness and placed a hand on her upper back, pushing her gently, "Just go in. He asked to see you."

George let out a nervous groan and then pushed the door open lest she be shoved against it by Dean's strong hand.

Inside, she found Jack lying propped up in a small, twin sized bed, stitched and bandaged, listening politely to Lorna telling him how to cook the perfect egg. He appeared very alert and George was thankful he had his color. The image of his dead body from her dream flashed in her mind's eye quickly.

When the two of them came in, Jack's eyes lit up, interrupting Lorna excitedly, "George!"

She couldn't move her legs, as she fought hard to swallow the boulder-sized lump in her throat. As Jack started to sit up, Dean moved to the bed and adjusted his pillows to help prop him up.

Lorna took a hint and said, "Alright, well I took my lunch break to come home and check on the little miracle patient. Good news: still a miracle. And since he's doing so well, I should get back. There's plenty of food in the kitchen, feel free to help yourselves. I'm working a double." Both George and Dean thanked her profusely as she left, then turned back to Jack.

"You're OK!" Jack stated happily, addressing George.

She furrowed a brow at him and finally forced herself to walk over to the side Dean wasn't on, "Of course, I'm fine. How are yo-oh!" When she got close enough to him, he reached out and pulled her down into a tight hug. She felt awkward at first, again not used to hugging a lot of people. When she could feel how much the hug meant to him though, she relaxed into it, shifting to sit on the edge of his make-shift hospital bed. The built up tears spilled down her cheeks and she squeezed him comfortingly.

When he finally pulled back, she smiled, wiping her tears quickly with a blush, and asked, "How are you feeling? What was that about being a miracle patient?"

"According to Lorna, Jack's healing 'miraculously fast.' She seemed pretty surprised when she checked him over this morning," Dean explained with some uncertainty.

"Oh? What's-"

"We don't know," Dean answered with a shrug. "Best theory is maybe his grace is starting to grow back so he's healing himself, slowly?"

The three of them shared a confused expression, unsure what to think.

"Well… Good! As long as you're feeling better, that's all I care about."

"Yes, definitely better," He assured. Then added, "Happy to still be alive. A little surprised not to be dead, honestly." George frowned at him; he was so damn blunt sometimes. "Where's Sam?"

"He wasn't as quick to put his clothes on," Dean cracked.

"What?" Jack didn't understand.

"He means, he had to change," George corrected Dean, giving him a dagger stare, explaining further, "out of his PJs. He'll be here in a minute."

"Were you sleeping? You didn't have to wake them up for me," Jack scolded Dean lightly.

"Trust me, they were not sleeping," Dean laughed. George reached across Jack to punch him but the angle caused a white hot stabbing pain to radiate throughout her left side.

Her breath caught in her throat and she carefully shifted back to a comfortable position, muttering, "Ow, ow, ow."

"Are you OK?!" Dean and Jack asked simultaneously.

She placed a hand on her left hip and nodded, trying to catch her breath, "Yes, I'm fine. Just sore and my pain meds have evidently worn off."

"Oh, Lorna left you more…" Dean began, looking around the room for something. "There," he pointed to her side of the bed. On the nightstand she saw a small glass of water next to a cupcake wrapper with two large pills inside.

"Oh, that woman is a godsend!" She muttered, grabbing the items and downing the meds.

"I'll say!" The three of them turned their heads to find Sam in the doorway, holding another plate full of scones. He was now dressed in dark jeans and an olive green and black checkered button down. Taking another bite of the pastry in his hand, he mumbled excitedly, "Have you tried these?!"

When George laughed and nodded, Sam offered the plate to Dean. He quickly turned it down with a shake of his head, looking a little green. George smirked, assuming he'd had his fill. Sam placed the plate down on a side table and then came over to them. Shoving his brother out of the way, he leaned down and gave Jack a bear hug.

"Sam," Jack said happily, hugging him tight. When they separated Jack looked around with a smile, Sam squeezing his shoulders lovingly, "I'm so grateful to see you all." He looked between Dean and Sam, "How did you find me?"

Sam and Dean turned toward George pointedly and she blushed bright red.

With a nervous chuckle, she shrunk herself down a bit, admitting, "Uh, oh, well I--I… uh, I guess I helped with that a little." The brother's gave her matching perturbed expressions and she smiled weakly, "A lot?"

"What's going on?" Jack asked, reading the situation fairly accurately. "Am I missing something?"

They continued to wait for her to respond and she huffed a bit, "It's just--it's kind of a long, complicated story. And also, maybe we should start with Jack. How did you even get here?"

The diversion worked as the boys instantly looked at Jack and he began to explain, "Tilly brought me here. It's kind of weird. The night I left, Tim came to talk to me. He told me Sam was back from his hunt and wanted to see me in the garage. When I got there, I walked in on Tilly killing a demon with an angel blade."

"Where'd she get an angel blade?" Sam wondered.

"She told me you gave it to her and asked her to come get me because you said you thought I was in danger. Told me the demon she'd killed was proof that Sam was right and that I should go with her. I guess I was just surprised by the demon and I believed her," He frowned apologetically. Dean's expression didn't change but Sam and George gave him sympathetic half-smiles. "Anyway, we got halfway through Utah before she finally admitted she wasn't working with Sam after all and that she was taking me to the angels. She seemed… kinda guilty about it."

"Why was she taking you to the angels?" Dean was furious.

"They got to her. Told her about heaven struggling without more angels and convinced her that I was the answer. They gave her the angel blade and told her to get me to Oregon at any cost."

"And she just… did as she was told by stranger angels?" George asked in confusion. "Why?"

Jack began to explain, "Tilly--"

"Was very devoted to her faith," Sam cut him off with a frustrated huff. "I remember. The angels must have sensed she was vulnerable."

"Wait, is Tilly the bible study lady?" George asked. Jack and Sam nodded in confirmation.

"Bible study lady?" Dean was confused.

Sam explained, "Tilly organized a bible study at the bunker amongst the refugees pretty quickly after we got back."

"Yeah! She found my room and knocked on the door one night, nearly scared the shit out of me. No one knew where I was staying and that room is purposefully hard to find."

"What did she want?" Dean asked.

"To invite me to bible study. I politely declined and she left," George shrugged. "Crazy how she found me though. I mean she must have followed me," She casually glanced at Sam and Dean, both of whom had thoughtful frowns, and joked, "Or she was casin' the joint--ooohhhh!" She nodded slowly as it dawned on her that Tilly must have found her room while exploring the bunker in secret, "She was casing the joint!"

Dean gave Sam an annoyed look, silently scolding him for letting the nutcase run amuk and Sam shrugged defensively, "I didn't know that's what she was doing!"

"Bible study?" He sneered.

"I wasn't about to tell anyone that had just traveled from an apocalyptic alternate universe that they couldn't practice their faith, Dean! I just thought she was trying to bring people some comfort. I didn't think she was hurting anyone!"

"Fuckin' zealots," Dean grumbled. Sam looked guilty.

"Where's Tilly now? Do the angels have her?" George asked, unaware of her fate.

"We found her body off the trail," Sam began, looking at Jack curiously. He added as an afterthought, "We actually need to go back and take care of it."

"The angel who came over to us back in the woods: Poyel. He killed her," Jack explained. "Tilly brought me to him and Duma just inside the trails. They were leading us to the other group; out of nowhere he thanked Tilly for 'serving her purpose' and then..." He trailed off and frowned deeply. "It happened so fast. T--There was nothing I could do," He admitted sadly.

"Jack," George placed her hand over his and squeezed.

"Don't feel too bad for her, she kidnapped you," Dean stated matter-of-factly. Jack's frown depended.

"Dean," Sam scolded.

"I think what Dean means to say is," George began pointedly, "what Tilly did, taking you to them, it was wrong. Of course she didn't deserve to die, but it's certainly not your fault that she died doing something wrong."

"She believed it was right," Jack argued sadly.

"Even so. The wrong thing done for the right reason is still the wrong thing," George said very wisely.

"Huh. Did you just come up with that?" Sam wondered curiously. Dean seemed equally impressed.

She blushed and admitted, "Nah. It's from Charmed. Phoebe uses her magic to kill a guy and when Piper and Prue try to break her out of jail to save her from execution, she's like 'no I did the crime, I have to do the time! We're supposed to protect the innocent, not punish the guilty'..." Looking back and forth between the brothers' matching bemused expressions she added proudly, "Reality Bites. Easily in the top five greatest Charmed episodes. I highly recommend a watch."

Dean stared at her blankly for a few moments before stating, "OK, seriously. You watch too much TV."

"That's rich coming from Doctor Sexy, MD's biggest fan. Give me a break!" She stuck her tongue out at him and he held his hands up in mock defeat. "Life wasn't exactly a fairytale and TV was an escape. Hey, and now it literally is!" She said with a cheeky smile to Sam. Then she gasped, "Oh my God, can you imagine if I'd ended up in the Charmed reality, instead of this one? What if I got powers? How cool would that be?!"

"I mean… We have witchcraft here that I can teach you, so..." Sam muttered quietly. After a pause and a frown, he huffed a little, "And, you didn't get any special abilities when you came here, so I don't really think it makes sense to assume that you'd have gotten powers if you'd gone there." George gave him an amused look, reading his mild irritation for the jealousy it was.

Jack seemed confused, "I feel like I missed something."

"You've missed quite a bit," Dean said bluntly.

"Not that much!" George downplayed.

"Why don't you tell Jack how you knew how to find him, then?" Dean challenge.

"Oh, right," George grimaced, realizing she'd forgotten to use her distraction to come up with a good explanation. With a nervous frown, she squeezed Jack's hand quickly before letting go and clasping her hands together, "OK, so here's the thing: I wasn't entirely honest with you when we first met. I'm not from the apocalypse world."

"I knew it!" Jack exclaimed. He knew he hadn't recognized her from the camp.

"Congrats, you called it," she gave him an amused smirk and then cleared her throat nervously, "I'm not from the camps, but I am from an alternate reality--a different alternate reality." Pausing to wipe the sweat that had formed on her brow, she took a deep breath. "In that reality, all of this--you, the brothers, your lives, monsters, heaven, hell, angels, demons--none of it is real. It's all just a show. On television. That I watch… watched? Am watching? Whatever. Anyway, because of the show, I knew who you all were before I came here. And also, even more strangely because why not, I'm kind of from the future. I seem to have come back to an older season of the show, one that already aired in my reality. So, like, I knew you were all going to make it back safely from apocalypse world, I knew you were going to lose your powers, I knew Dean was going to get possessed by Michael…" She looked at Dean apologetically; she was really trying to be sensitive to the fact that these were real people's lives she was now referring to. "And then when you turned up kidnapped, something about it seemed very familiar and I realized that in my reality there must be an episode of the show where you get kidnapped and taken to that Trees of Enigma place. And since you guys had just come back from apocalypse world and I knew your powers were gone, the timeline seemed to fit perfectly. So, I politely suggested that the guys tr-"

"You demanded that we go to Oregon," Dean corrected, but then added fairly, "And you were right." George gave him a small smile of appreciation and then looked back at Jack. The look on his face was indiscernible; she really hoped he wasn't angry that she lied to him.

"So, you knew us before we met you?" He asked curiously.

George nodded a bit, "Yes--well, sort of--I'd never met any of…" She trailed off, suddenly glancing at Sam and realizing that might not be true, "Er, uh, I mean, I knew of you. In my reality you're all characters, so I knew you about as much as you can 'know' Darth Vader." Jack looked thoughtful, like he was processing.

"And you knew where to find me because you saw it on TV?" Jack asked, blinking at them a few times, then looking between Sam and Dean.

"Er--essentially," George thought about clarifying for accuracy, since she hasn't actually seen the episode, but figured it wasn't important.

Sam gave him an apologetic grimace, offering some assistance, "It's true, Jack. George knows things she couldn't possibly know any other way. And actually Dean and I have been to that reality, once. A long time ago. The supernatural wasn't real, we weren't really brothers; we were just actors on a TV show, pretend-killing monsters with rubber weapons. It was… interesting."

At the same time, Dean spoke over him, "Weird as hell." George rolled her eyes a bit at his unwavering disdain for his alt reality fame.

"Jack, I know this may not hold that much weight right now, but I'm very sorry that I lied to you. I feel awful, I just didn-"

"It's OK, George. I understand. You lied because the truth seemed… unbelievable. I think it's safe to say we've all been there," He shrugged a bit with a smile, Dean and Sam giving expressions of clear agreement, and she looked relieved.

"I promise this is the only thing I ever lied to you about," She said, trying to assuage her guilt further.

Jack thought for a moment and then asked, "So, then you were telling the truth when you said you were single?"

Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise and Sam frowned in confusion, looking at her curiously. George blushed. She had forgotten about the strange personal question he'd asked her out of the blue a few weeks ago during one of their video game sessions. It had come so nonchalantly, and she'd been so focused on the game, that she'd answered without thinking: "Since Tess Thompson hasn't returned my calls, I guess I'd have to say yes." His response was a distracted "Who's that?" but something in their game caught all their focus right after, so they continued on playing without another thought.

George blushed and stuttered, "Uh, ye--yes, I--I am! Why did you ask me that by the way?"

"Well, when Sam asked me if I knew, I didn't," Jack explained matter of factly, with a shrug. "So, I asked in case he asked me again and I could tell him." George instantly looked back at Sam in surprise and then looked away quickly, trying to hide her grin. She could feel the tips of her ears burning. She would have felt flattered but she was too busy being worried that Jack might have told Sam all the embarrassing things she'd asked Jack about him.

"Beautiful," Dean remarked, his own wide spreading grin appearing as he watched Sam fidget in embarrassment.

Before Sam could explain at all, Jack asked, "So, how much did you know about us before meeting us?"

Glancing at Sam again and grinning at his charming humiliation, she replied, "Uh, actually not that much. Remember I told you I liked that show, 'Friends'?"

"The funny one you said was about 'a guy who sleeps with another woman and then spends 7 seasons arguing it's no big deal'?" Jack asked, sounding like he was reciting her words back to her.

"Weren't they on a break?" Dean asked casually.

George's neck snapped toward him and she practically hissed, "Maybe but he slept with someone else. He doesn't get to be indignant when Rachel doesn't want him back after that!"

"I really wouldn't argue with her about it. Trust me," Jack warned, causing George to give him a teasingly dirty look.

"Anyway. So, obviously, you know I'm obsessed with that show; watched every episode countless times, know all the trivia, yadda yadda," George explained. Then continued, "I was objectively less obsessed with the show you're all from. Called Supernatural, by the way. I've seen most of it, 'cept the last two seasons, only once through and some reruns here and there--but that's about it. And your 'character' was fairly new to the show, so I've only seen one season with you. I know more about these two doofuses," She smirked, angling a thumb in the direction of Sam and Dean.

"Like what?" Jack asked, suddenly very curious.

Dean huffed a bit and interjected, "Wait, you're fine with all this? George's revelation. Just like that?"

Jack shrugged nonchalantly, "Stranger things have happened. Besides, it'd be cool to learn about your lives before me."

Dean and Sam looked a bit indignant and Dean defended, "What do you mean? We're open books, you can ask us anything!"

"Uh, Dean," George began with a smirk, "You're happy to tell about your successes--by the way have you ever killed Hitler?" He gave her a perturbed look and she continued with a chuckle, "But I find it hard to believe you're going to tell Jack about the time you pulled down your pants and shouted 'pudding' at a stranger?" George spoke slowly and enunciated each word for maximum impact. Dean's face fell instantly. Sam's, on the other hand, lit up like a Christmas tree at the memory, looking at Dean with a stupid, little brother grin on his face. She added, "Or about the time you got your ass kicked by fairies? Or when you became a dog in human form and bark-shouted at the postal worker? Oh, oh! OR the time you screamed bloody murder because you were scared of a widdle kitty cat?"

"Ah ha ha! I remember that! The Buruburu," Sam nodded, laughing along with George. Dean was glaring daggers at them. Sam looked at Jack and added gleefully, "It wasn't just cats--he was terrified of everything!"

"Like, literally, everything!" George buttressed with wide eyes, joyful eyes. "So funny." Then she looked at Jack and grinned, "Oh, hey! Have you ever been so annoyed by Dean that you maybe wondered what it might look like to see a piano fall on him? Well, there's an episode for that!" She and Jack laughed together and Dean looked confused. Sam gulped, sobering up suddenly.

"What? When did a piano fall on my head?"

George began to explain, "The myste-"

"Mystery spot," Sam interjected hoarsely. George looked at him, startled by the seriousness of his tone. Catching his eye, she gave him a questioning look. Quickly, he gave her a smile that didn't meet his eyes, waving her off gently.

"Oh, was that when Sam dreamt that I kept dying over and over again?"

"It wasn't a dream," George clarified quickly. "It was the trickster--or Gabriel? I'm still a little fuzzy on that whole situation honestly. But whomever it was, he had Sam in some kind of weird reality warp or time loop or his own virtual rat maze--whatever. I don't know exactly how it worked, but the experience was real. For Sam at least." She paused, smiling proudly at Dean's 'idgaf' face and continuing, "not real for you because you're obviously still alive," George finished. Then added as a quiet aside, "and a pain in my ass."

"Cute," Dean said sarcastically as she snickered. He offered, "How's about we rewind just a couple hours and talk about what you've been up to in Anne Frank's attic, hmm?"

She immediately stopped laughing and Sam snapped his head toward Dean. Sam looked like he was going to strangle the man.

She distracted quickly, reaching for the plate of scones on the desk and holding it up to Jack, "So, listen have you eaten? If you want to heal and get your strength up, you should probably eat something! Scone?" It sounded like a question but it wasn't one.

Sam shifted his foot on top of Dean's and discreetly pressed down hard.

Jack looked disappointed that they weren't staying on topic, but George quietly promised to fill him in later and he took the scone with a thankful smile. He ate slowly while the two brothers squabbled.

Once they quieted down, Jack asked George, "So how did you get here? To this reality?"

"Good question," Dean mused.

"Not really sure," George answered. "One minute I was in my apartment--coincidentally, watching Supernatural--and the next minute, I'm in the library at the bunker talking to Rowena. I guess she was doing some magic to keep the portal that Sam and Dean used to get to you in apocalypse world open. Somehow I came flying through it. That's as much as we know. Rowena has been MIA ever since and I was too nervous to tell anyone. Sam and Dean found out about me when you went missing and I was suspect numero uno."

"What?" Jack shook his head in disbelief. "Why would you be a suspect at all?" He looked between Sam and Dean with a stern expression. Sam looked guilty, Dean indignant yet apologetic.

George jumped in to defend them, "They were just doing their jobs. As far as they knew, I was the last one with you before you went missing. Long story short: Tim was a demon--a shitty one--he told them he saw us together and that I took you out of the bunker."

"Tim. He's the one who told me to go to the garage," Jack explained with a furrowed brow.

"Was he working with Tilly?" Sam asked in confusion.

Jack shook his head, "I doubt it; she hated him. Said he gave her the creeps."

George gave Dean and Sam a knowing expression, to which they looked sheepish. Then she offered, "He probably told Jack to go to the garage because he had set a trap for him?"

"The demon Tilly killed?" Jack guessed tentatively.

"Must have been," Dean nodded. "She comes looking for you, happens upon the demon, gets lucky, ices 'em, and uses it as her cover for getting you out of the house."

The four of them thought about it for a moment and then shrugged agreeably. It made as much sense as anything else at this point. Besides, their focus now needed to be keeping safe from the angels.

Jack broke the silence, suddenly looking at George nervously, "Wait, if you're not from this reality… does that mean you have to go back?"

George's mouth opened automatically to answer and then she froze, realizing she didn't know how. Of course she knew the answer was 'yes.' Obviously, yes, she had to go back. But when she tried to actually speak the words, it didn't feel so easy. She turned a bit pink, glancing at Sam and Dean briefly, then said weakly, "Another good question."

"One that needs some investigating," Sam answered Jack with an undertone of seriousness, subtly trying to catch George's eye, "but for now, we need to focus on getting you healed enough to travel home."

"Shouldn't be too long for that. Lorna said he was healing 'miraculously fast'," Dean offered with a skeptical tone. George grinned wide and squeezed Jack's hand tightly in happiness, but Sam was giving Dean a confused expression. Dean just shrugged and explained, "We're not sure how. Maybe his grace is coming back?"

"Hmm," Sam wasn't convinced, glancing between Jack and George slowly while he considered the information. After a moment he shrugged as well and said to Jack, "Well, no need to look a gift horse in the mouth yet. Besides, we also need to be prepared; with the amount of work they put into it, I would imagine the angels might not walk away from you so easily." He looked at Dean with concern and found him nodding in agreement.

"We should reinforce the warding. I'll call Cas; update him and see if there's anything stronger we can add," Dean said with a nod, whipping out his phone and dialing. When he left the room to make his phone call, Sam and George spent some time catching up with Jack.

The two of them tried to cheer him up from his feelings of guilt over Tilly, asked if he'd gotten any more insight on what the angel's were planning, and filled him in on their trip to find him, explaining a little bit more about George's other-wordly origins. George didn't move from his bedside; every so often she'd reach out to take Jack's hand and squeeze it tightly, relishing the warmth. She was so thrilled to see he was healing well, the image of his pale, dead body still looming in her subconscious.

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A short while later, George walked into the cottage alone. She found Dean fresh out of the shower, toweling off his head. He was dressed in PJ pants and an old, faded whiskey brand shirt.

"Hiya!" George hadn't seen him since he left to call Cas. He nodded an acknowledgement and she told him, "Jack wanted to use the bathroom and take a shower, so Sam's helping. I see your stink finally got to you, too?" She jabbed with a chuckle.

"Hardy har," Dean smirked. "I was boosting the warding and things got messy."

"Well my nose thanks you either way," She cracked.

With a shake of his head he joked, "Are you familiar with the term 'little sister I never wanted'?"

George's impish smile faltered a bit and she shrugged, "Very." Dean furrowed his brow at her curiously and she explained with a shrug, "I have a brother; he's 10 years older. Travis."

"He's hard on you?" Dean asked, his tone much less gruff than she was used to.

"Very. We just never found any common ground, I guess; maybe 10 years was too big a gap or he was too big of a dick? It's a mystery," Dean huffed in amusement and she smiled. "Anyway, I was a surprise for the whole family and he'd gotten used to being a spoiled, only-child. At first, he had grand ideas of being the powerful, protective big brother whose baby sister was a perfect princess with stars in her eyes for him," George paused, seeming to get lost in her memories for a moment. After a beat she shrugged and smiled wryly, "He got me instead."

"A real princess," Dean said sarcastically with an amused smile.

She snorted, "Exactly! Though, in my defense his idea of being my protective big brother was just a lot of ordering me around and using me as the fall guy for everything."

"And?" He smirked like only an annoying big brother can. He clearly didn't see a problem with her description.

George rolled her eyes in frustration, "Ugh, you sound exactly like Ryan."

"Is that someone I should know?"

"Absolutely," George nodded definitively. "Remember? My-"

"Oh right, your friend, the--the--What'd you call her? Your 'Winchester Wiki'?" He shook his head in amusement.

"Exactly! My friend--my beautiful, smart, incredibly badass best friend and Supernatural savant, Ryan. Also like a sister to me; wonderfully supportive, helped me through a lot of shit, but does tend to favor the 'tough-love' approach," She said in a tone that indicated she knew Dean could relate. When he didn't immediately comment, she added, "She also never turns down a bourbon, makes the best pecan pie in all of Indiana--possibly the country--and she's got a fantastic pair of--" She waited for his eyebrow to raise curiously before finishing, "--.38 glocks." His face quickly dropped in only slight disappointment but she could tell he was intrigued, which made her smirk joyfully, "Got all kinds of fancy engravings. I don't know spit about guns, but they're cool as shit. And did I mention she was beautiful?"

"Once or twice," Dean mused, shaking his head with a half smile. "She sounds too good to be true."

"Well, that's what I thought about S-er, the two of you and look where we are, now?" She joked. "She's definitely not too good to be true, but she is a bit geographically undesirable at present..."

"You trying to fix me up?" Dean snorted.

"Oh that's crazy, don't be ridiculous!" She laughed, waving him off. "I mean, how could I possibly even pull that off…" Trailing off slowly, Dean narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. When it seemed like she was actually considering the possibilities, he cleared his throat pointedly, snapping her out of her thoughts. With a chuckle, she refocused, "Er, anyway! My brother? Right, yes, well when my independence got in the way of his award for world's best brother, he turned on me; kinda became the thing I could have used a big brother to protect me from. He never saw the irony there," She joked, trying to keep the mood light, but Dean could tell it was a painful subject for her.

After a moment of awkward silence, Dean apologized, "Well, sorry if I-"

George waved him off, "No, please. You're fine. As annoying as you are, the big brother vibe I'm getting is far less hostile than Travis' was--is. Is." She had to remember to speak in the present tense. Her family wasn't dead, they just didn't exist. Here. Shaking the confusing thoughts from her head she added, "Besides, it's not exactly his fault; I could have let him be the brother he wanted to be. I just never felt like I needed protecting."

Dean chortled quickly, "Because you're so tough?" George narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance but it's not like she could argue. Suddenly, Dean's expression changed to a thoughtful one. He set down his towel, "Speakin'a which, c'mere."

Motioning for her to follow, he walked to the small, 8' x 8' open space in the main room. He placed two hands on her shoulders and maneuvered her into position close to the edge of the square, near the back of the loveseat.

"What are we doing?" She asked in confusion, though still allowing him to move her.

"Teaching you how to protect yourself." His tone was matter-of-fact. She assumed Dean didn't take the time to train people he didn't think were capable, so it surprised her. Feeling very honored, she ignored her immediate instincts to argue with him and tried to pay attention.

Tapping her body in certain spots as he spoke he instructed, "Active stance--allows you to move quickly. Keep most of your weight on the balls of your feet, bend your knees a bit. Right or left handed?"

"Uh--right!" She answered hastily.

He placed a hand on her right shoulder and pressed it backward, "Position yourself to the side, dominant side furthest from your opponent." He lifted clenched fists to his cheeks and instructed, "Keep your hands up here. About at your cheeks. Makes it so you can throw punches fast and still protect your face." She lifted her hands, too, mimicking his movements. "Rule number one when fighting monsters: there are no rules. Their goal is to kill you. Your goal is to survive, and you aren't bound by any etiquette, so you do whatever you have to."

"Fuck politeness, got it," She nodded understandingly.

"You want to aim for anything squishy: eyes, cheeks, nose, throat, stomach--"

"Nads?" She interjected with a chuckle.

"Well, yes and no; it's not going to slow down demons or angels the same way it would slow me down. That being said, it's as good a place as any to stab. Use everything you can: your hands, your nails, your teeth, your feet, your body weight. Even your environment; look for things you can grab and swing, furniture you can use to trip them up with, any distractions you have at your disposal is fair game." As he spoke, he pointed to things around the room she could potentially use for defense. "And almost anything can be a weapon. One time, I even used a pen! But, don't try that right away. It's an advanced skill," He added with a smug tone of caution. She had to hide her eye roll.

When he was done impressing upon her the importance of creativity and resourcefulness, they spent about 15 minutes on proper stance and positioning. Dean then had her practicing a few punches into his hand. He watched her closely, providing quick, direct corrections that she tried her best to keep up with.

"OK, good," He praised flatly when she finally landed a succession of strong punches into his palm. He positioned himself in front of her as an opponent and ordered, "Now, try to punch me in the face."

George hesitated, dropping her shoulders a bit, "What?"

Dean quickly moved over to her and roughly shifted her body back into position. "I said," He then moved back in front of her, "Try to punch me in the face."

"...Are you sure?" She asked curiously. She couldn't deny that it did sound like fun.

Dean smirked smugly, "I'm sure. Try to punch me."

Hesitating for only a moment more before doing her best to maintain the ideal stance, she swung and missed predictably. He corrected a few things and advised, "You've got a good stance, you need to focus on follow-through; don't hold back because you think you might hurt me. Remember when you thought I was Michael and you came at me with the cleaver?"

George nodded, remembering, "Right, I do. That was terrifying--thought you were going to kill me."

"Exactly. You gotta use that fear and commit. And remember what I said: be creative, use all your resources. Just because you missed the first swing doesn't mean you need to stop."

Not entirely sure how to interpret his advice--was she supposed to grab a lamp and start swinging?--she mainly corrected her posture and tried three more times. She missed each time, but was improving.

She got back into position and took a determined breath, focusing her energy on landing her knuckles across his cocky face. Just as she was about to swing the cottage door opened and Sam walked in. Dean turned slightly to look at him and without thinking George swung as hard as she could. Her third knuckle took the brunt as she landed her fist on the top of his cheekbone and he jerked back slightly, letting out a grunt of pain and shock.

"Ow!" She howled, holding her now throbbing hand gently. Then, she stared at Dean, who was holding his hand up over his cheek. In shock, she blurted, "Oh my god, I--!"

"You punched me!" Dean shouted indignantly.

"I did!" She shouted happily back.

"Fuckin' cheap shot," Dean was annoyed but it was waning by the second, realizing he was actually impressed at how good the hit had been. For her, anyway.

"You told me to use any distraction! When you looked away, I saw my opportunity," George grinned proudly, her eyes wide still; she couldn't believe she'd actually hit him. Holding her hand tenderly, she looked at Sam with an amazed grin, "I punched Dean Winchester!" Sam was confused but her pride was charming, so he gave a small thumbs up and smiled. Walking over to her, he inspected her hand carefully for injury.

Dean walked over to the freezer, shaking his head, "Yea, yea, yea. Not bad, it might even leave a mark." Though his form of praise seemed sarcastic, he said it with sincerity causing her to beam. The only things in the freezer were a can of juice concentrate and an ice tray, both of which he pulled out and set on the counter, "but you still need to practice landing the hits when there aren't any distractions."

She rolled her eyes at his perfectionism and looked at Sam, who was gently poking and prodding her sore fingers, "Is he always like this?"

"Pfft. Didn't you say you watched the show?" Sam joked, guiding her over to the sink where Dean was wrapping some ice cubes in a dish towel. When they got close, Dean handed her the makeshift ice pack. Sam took it before she could and maneuvered her hand to rest gently, palm down in his, assessing, "It was a good punch but you want to try to land primarily with these top two knuckles." Sam kept hold of the ice pack with three fingers and extended his first two, placing them gently on her top two knuckles in demonstration. He explained, "They're the strongest. These back two are much weaker and very easily broken, or in your case, badly bruised. Boxing lessons?" Sam then asked his brother with a smirk. Dean shrugged affirmatively.

"How is it that I land a good punch and end up in more pain than you?" George grumbled at Dean, slowly getting distracted by Sam's tenderness.

"He's had more practice being punched than you've had punching people," Sam quipped, moving to lay the ice pack against her knuckles.

"That's very presumptuous-oowww! Son of a bitch!" She growled at him, flinching when the cold, stiff material pressed against her injury.

"Is it?" Sam teased her, pulling her hand back firmly, yet carefully, and placing the ice pack down more gently. George shivered a bit; from the icy temperature, of course, certainly not from his manhandling.

"Princess says what," Dean muttered at her with a laugh. Clearly having heard him, she stuck her tongue out at him quickly. Dean held the juice concentrate up to his cheek with a smirk, "Probably gonna need some more pain meds."

"Oh, actually that's why I came looking for you," Sam interjected, looking down at her. "Jack fell asleep after I got him dressed and back in bed. Thanks for changing the sheets, by the way," He smiled gratefully and she smiled back with a bit of a blush, her fingers wiggling against his palm.

"You're welcome," She murmured softly.

Sam paused, getting lost in her eyes, then explained, "Um, anyway, Lorna called and instructed me to give Jack his next round of fluids and meds. Figured you might need some too." The two lovebirds stared at each other for a beat, before Sam nodded toward his pants, "The pills are in my pocket." George momentarily considered reaching her uninjured hand into his front pocket and feeling around; when she met his eye briefly, she could tell he had the same thought. They both blushed.

"For fucks sake, you two," Dean scolded them, turning away to grab a glass of water. He considered tossing it on them.

"Uh, here--why don't I--" George awkwardly reached up and took the ice pack from Sam's hand, freeing him up to reach into his pocket for the pills. She set the rag of ice down carefully on the counter top to be able to then take the pills from him. Tossing them into her mouth, she took the water from Dean next and quickly gulped them down.

"Blech!" She hated the feeling of medicine on her tongue.

Sam grabbed the ice pack quickly and took her hand again, placing the ice gingerly on top. They began sharing googly eyes at each other once more. Dean rolled his eyes when they started giggling for no reason; he could tell his brother had it bad.

"Alright, well, if Jack's down, then I'm going to hit the sack, too. You crazy kids have fun." As much as he wanted to enjoy this, he figured he'd give Sam a break just this once. Maybe he was going soft. Or not, "Try to remember, the walls are thin and there are no doors, so keep the moaning down to a dull roar." With a smug smirk he headed up the stairs.

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