#wasn't what i was originally gonna gif tonight but here we are

[expelliarmus]

[lemoncrushh]

Heartstrings

Summary: You become One Direction's new guitarist and you and your best friend Harry realize you have feelings for each other.

Warnings: None, this is just cute fluff.

Word Count: 5971

A/N: This was a special request I'd received in 2016. It was originally three parts, but I've combined them into one.

I need to talk to you

You must have stared at the text for ten minutes. Harry never said he needed to talk to you. He just talked. Whenever, wherever. The most he might do is ask if you were busy before immediately going into what he wanted to talk about. Even if you were busy, he knew you'd get back to him when you could.

But this...this wasn't him. This wasn't light-hearted, cheeky Harry Styles that you'd known since he was sixteen. The best friend, the confidant. The one person who could make you laugh even when you were at the lowest of the low. This? This was a serious text.

The truth was you had started to develop feelings for Harry. Feelings that surpassed those of mere friendship. It had started out as a little flutter in your chest about a year ago when you'd gone to his house to hang out. You'd watched a movie that was one of his favourites but you'd never seen, and you were enthralled by his enthusiasm. You'd sat on the sofa next to him, your legs tucked underneath you as you watched his mouth while he spoke. Then your eyes travelled down the length of his body, his torso and long legs both clad in all black. You'd blinked and shook your head. This was your best friend. When you'd gotten home that night, lying in bed and thinking of Harry in a different light, you dismissed it as a crush. That was all it was. It would go away.

One year later, and it hadn't gone away. In fact, the feelings were stronger. But you resolved never to let him know.

Finally, shaking your head, you texted Harry back two letters.

Ok

Your phone immediately rang, startling you. Seeing Harry's name displayed, you swiped to unlock it.

"Hey," you said apprehensively.

"Hey, remember when I said the band was gonna need a new guitarist for this tour?" Harry asked, barely giving you time to breathe.

"Uh...yeah?"

"Well, I got the most brilliant idea. And I ran it by the guys and the rest of the band. And they'd like you to come by the studio some time next week."

"What?" you asked incredulously.

"You know, to run through some songs. See how comfortable you are," explained Harry.

"What- What d'ya mean?" you swallowed what felt like a ball of cotton in your throat.

You heard Harry chuckle. "I mean, you might be our new guitarist."

"Harry!" you exclaimed. "Are you serious?"

"Well...if you're good enough."

"Oh my God!" you fell back on your bed, your head hitting the pillow as you kicked your legs in the air.

Harry laughed harder as you bounced on your mattress with glee, telling him thank you over and over again.

Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as you grabbed the neck of your guitar and slung the strap over your head, handing it to one of the crew. Stepping off the stage, you felt a surge of adrenaline - the same feeling you'd been getting night after night for the last two months.

"Great show, lads!" you heard Louis exclaim behind you. "You too, Y/N, absolutely incredible."

You turned around, grinning at him as you walked backwards. You nearly tripped until Harry grabbed your arm, steadying you.

"Careful, love," he said. "Don't think we have you insured yet."

You rolled your eyes at him, despite the electricity that his touch ignited on your skin. "Very funny."

Harry's lips turned up into his signature grin, and as you walked backstage together, you made note that his hand had slid down the length of your arm until dropping beside his hip.

"You were on fire tonight," he commented.

"Me?" you raised your eyebrows.

"Yeah. Like...really alive."

You sucked in your lips, hoping your blushing was masked by the already apparent heat on your face from exertion.

"Thanks."

"I like having you here."

The commotion backstage made it impossible to give a response then, but you stood frozen in your tracks for a moment, staring at Harry as he shifted his gaze to observe the hallway. As far as you were concerned, however, the hallway was empty. And you and Harry were the only ones there.

You weren't really sure how you managed to get to your dressing room. But an hour and a half, a shower, and two burritos later, you re-entered the hallway, now virtually empty. You watched as a few crew members carried things out the back door until seeing another dressing room door open across from you.

"Hey," grinned Harry, the wet ends of his hair dripping on the shoulders of his t-shirt.

"Hi," you yawned, though you didn't feel the least bit sleepy.

"Gonna sleep well tonight, yeah?" he winked, walking past you toward the exit.

"Probably not, I never do," you let slip before thinking.

Harry looked back at you as you followed him.

"Why not?"

You swallowed hard. You weren't about to tell him the reason you had sleepless nights was because you were crazy about him and thought about him every second of every day. And you lied awake night after night in your bunk on the bus doing the same until you finally let the night consume you.

"Um...just don't sleep that great on the bus," you shrugged.

"Oh," you said when you reached the doorway leading outside. "Actually, neither do I."

"Really?"

You walked side by side out to where the buses were parked. You shared one with the rest of the musicians, while Harry and the other boys shared another.

"Yeah. I usually end up staying up reading or playing games on my phone until I can't keep my eyes open. Sometimes until we get to the hotel. Then I crash."

"Ah," you nodded. "So that's why I never see you all day."

Harry chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Sorry."

You saw Niall climb onto the bus then, followed by Liam and Louis. You knew Harry would be next, but for some reason he was still standing next to you. You continued to stare straight ahead as the wind whipped through your hair, the dampness causing a slight chill.

"Would be nice to spend some more time together," you heard a voice say, and for a moment you didn't even think it was Harry's.

"What?" you asked, jerking your head to look at him.

"I said it would be nice to spend some time with you. You know, off stage."

"Oh," you mouthed. You bit your lip to keep from grinning, though inside you were screaming.

"If I try not to stay up all night, you wanna do something tomorrow?"

"Um...sure. Yeah." You silently cursed yourself for sounding so moronic. When did talking to Harry, your best friend, suddenly become so difficult?

"I mean, I don't know if we'll be able to go anywhere, we'll have to see. Might just hang out at the hotel."

"That's fine," you nodded.

The sudden noise of the buses being cranked up made you jump, and you felt your heart sink.

"Guess it's time to go," you gestured toward the buses. "Goodnight, Harry."

"Night, Y/N," he lifted his hand in a slight wave.

You gave him a tight smile before turning for your bus. Just as you reached the bottom step, you heard Harry call your name again. You looked over at him, his hand on the side of his bus.

"You were great tonight!" he yelled over the engine.

"Thanks!" you beamed at him. "So were you!"

Harry's dimple dipped deeper into his cheek as his booted feet climbed the steps and he disappeared onto the bus.

A loud obnoxious sound woke you up, and it took a minute to realize it was a knock on the door.

One good thing about being the only female in the band was you always got your own room in any hotel you stayed in. Even when you'd offered to stay with Lou and Lottie, it was insisted that you get your own room. You still weren't exactly sure who's decision that had been, but you weren't about to argue.

Throwing the massive duvet aside, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and made your way to the door. You opened it a crack before you saw Harry standing on the other side.

"Morning," he grinned at you, his eyes momentarily shifting to your pajamas before returning to your face.

"Hey," you cleared your throat. "What time is it?"

"12:30," he replied. "So not exactly morning."

"Morning is any time you've just woken up," you argued with sleepy eyes.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you scratched your head. "I needed to wake up. I'm actually surprised your awake."

"I promised I wasn't gonna stay up on the bus. I got a couple hours before we arrived here. Then slept like a baby."

The way he was smiling just then reminded you of the early days of your friendship. He looked sixteen again and you couldn't help but smile back.

"So what's the plan for today?" you inquired.

Harry shrugged. "Didn't really have one. Just playing it by ear."

"I suppose it's too late for breakfast," you said.

"Lunch then?"

"Give me twenty minutes?"

He nodded. "Sure. Meet you downstairs."

"You're being ridiculous," you shook your head.

Your stomach and cheeks hurt from laughing so much. After lunch, you and Harry had decided to just go back up to your room to chat - his idea as he said the two of you had been so busy lately that you hadn't really had time to catch up on just being...Harry and Y/N.

He was being his old self, cracking corny jokes and making you laugh like a hyena. You hadn't felt such joy in a long time. Other than the joy you felt on stage. But that was different. That was an adrenaline rush, a feeling of self-worth and pride. Knowing you were getting to live your dream doing what you loved. This...this was the best kind of joy. Being with your favourite person and just enjoying each other's company.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, your back against the bed as you held your acoustic guitar in your lap. You'd been strumming absent-mindedly for the last hour throughout your conversation, though never really playing anything.

As you caught your breath from the giggling, your fingers found a G chord, followed by an E minor as your other hand strummed them both. Then you began to finger pick, not really conscious of what you were playing until you realized you were singing along to "18".

When you'd finished the first chorus, you lifted your head to find Harry watching you, a gentle smile on his lips. Embarrassed slightly, you continued with the second verse but didn't sing.

"Why'd you stop?" Harry asked.

"I didn't," you smirked. "I'm still playing."

"I meant the singing."

You shrugged. "I'm not a singer."

"I would say you are," remarked Harry. "You have a lovely voice."

You hummed before shaking your head. "I'll just stick to guitar."

"If you say so, Y/N," Harry rolled his eyes, rising from the floor and crossing to the bed.

He sat down next to where you were, his long legs in your peripheral view. You heard him sigh and you knew he'd laid back on the bed.

"So, kiss me where I lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks..." you sang softly.

You finished the rest of the song, accompanying yourself. Then you sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds (although it seemed like forever) before standing up and putting your guitar back in its case.

"Probably about time to head to the venue," you declared. "Soundcheck soon."

It wasn't until you turned around that you realized Harry was staring at you, his arm behind his head. It was a strange look. Not a bad one necessarily. Just one you hadn't seen before. At least not when he looked at you.

"What?" you asked.

Harry blinked though his eyes were still focused on you. It made your stomach do somersaults, and you weren't sure what to make of it. Finally, he shook his head.

"Nothing." You watched as he sat up, slapping his hands on his thighs. "See ya later."

With that, he opened the door to step out into the hallway. But you didn't miss it when he turned to you once more, that same strange look on his face, before heading down the hall to his room.

You sat on your hotel bed, playing your guitar, a classical piece that you'd learned at university. You were a little more than halfway through when there was a knock at your door. Stopping, you laid your guitar on the bed before rising and crossing the room.

"Hi," a beanie-capped Harry greeted you with a grin which you returned.

"Hey," you said. "What have you been up to?"

You noticed the hoodie that Harry had gripped in his hand, his t-shirt marked with sweat.

"Just got back from a run. I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner."

"Um...dinner?" you blinked.

"Yeah. After I shower of course."

Harry's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he spoke, the same grin still on his face. You couldn't help but bite your lip at how attractive he looked at that moment.

"Sure," you breathed. "Sounds good."

"Great, I'll be back in half an hour."

You nodded and sucked in your lips as you watched him walk away. Shutting the door, you leaned against it.

Since that day in your hotel room a week ago, you and Harry had continued spending more time together. A couple of times you'd ventured out of the hotel into whatever city you'd happened to be at that time. You (or rather Harry) had been recognized, but you didn't mind standing back while he took selfies with fans. You enjoyed your time together, even if it was just sitting in your room watching television.

You reminded yourself that this was how it had always been. Yet you couldn't deny that your feelings were growing stronger with each moment.

Watching him in his element on stage, in front of the massive audience of adoring fans, you felt a burst of pride. He was a rockstar. But the moments you spent alone...these were your favorite. Your stomach flipped at the sight of him, your face felt warm as you became aware of your smile growing wider. You couldn't help it. He made you happy. This was no longer just a crush.

You stared at the guitar on the bed. This was one of your free days between shows. You'd seen Harry earlier that morning at breakfast, but when he hadn't divulged his plans for the rest of the day, you'd decided to retreat to your room, spending some quality time with yourself.

The thought of going to dinner shouldn't have been a big deal. You'd eaten with him many times. But suddenly you were nervous.

Grabbing your suitcase from the floor, you dropped it onto the bed next to your guitar. Rummaging through it, you tried to find something suitable to wear for this dinner - something casual that didn't look like you were trying too hard, but still looked nicer than the joggers and t-shirt you were wearing.

Finally opting for your favorite jeans and a soft jumper in a dark plum shade, you changed quickly, touching up your make-up and running a brush through your hair. You'd just slipped into your shoes when another knock sounded. Opening the door, you saw Harry in a black t-shirt and a satin jacket, his long legs covered in his ever present black skinny jeans. He looked amazing to say the least. You almost had to stop yourself from mouthing "wow."

"Hi," you smiled as you noticed his own stare. "So where are we headed?"

"Um..." Harry cleared his throat, refocusing his eyes on yours, "there's a restaurant down the street. I thought we could walk there."

"Fine with me," you said.

Grabbing your bag and your card key, you stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind you. As you walked to the lift with Harry, you could feel his eyes on you. Shifting your own gaze, you saw the same look on his face that he'd had a week ago in your room.

"What is it?" you asked with a chuckle, trying to play it off.

"You look lovely," he replied, his eyes serious.

"Oh," you muttered shyly, looking down at your ensemble. "Thank you."

"I don't think I've seen you in that colour of lipstick before. Matches your jumper."

You automatically sucked in your lips as the elevator doors opened and you stepped in. Gripping the strap of your bag, you stood like a statue on the way down. You mentally told yourself to chill out. This wasn't even a date or anything. This was still your best friend.

Your best friend who'd picked you up at your door and told you you looked lovely and commented on your lipstick.

The sun was setting, the cool night air giving you a calm feeling as you walked next to Harry down the sidewalk. You gazed up at the tall buildings next to you and across the street, a couple more hotels mixed in with businesses and boutiques. You and Harry made small talk, chatting about the band and the next city on your agenda for the tour. Finally, at the end of the block, you crossed the street to find a restaurant at the corner. Harry held the door open for you and you stepped in to be greeted by a tall, ginger-haired maitre d. He gave you both a smile before telling you to follow him.

You sat across from Harry at a small table against the wall. After ordering drinks and taking a gander at the menu, you shook your head, feeling ridiculous about the butterflies that had taken up residence in your belly. You repeated to yourself over and over - This is not a date. It's just Harry.

"So how was your run?" you inquired, setting your menu down in front of you.

Harry snickered, practically rolling his eyes.

"What?" you asked, your eyes wide. "What'd I say?"

"You wanna talk about my run?"

"Sure, why not? How far did you go?"

Harry licked his lips before leaning forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Y/N," he said, his voice low. "Why are you acting weird?"

You blinked. "What do you mean? I'm not acting weird."

Harry smirked, shaking his head. "You looked straight ahead in the lift, as though you were frightened of something. You talked about the weather and the band on the walk here, without even looking at me. Now you're asking me about my run? I've known you for years, Y/N, you've never asked me how far I've run."

"Really?" you played dumb, looking down at the silverware. "Well, maybe I should have."

Harry chuckled. "You wanna know what kind of shoes I wear, too?"

"Sure," you shrugged, thumbing the edge of the fork. "Why not? You're my best friend, you'd think I'd already know these things."

"Y/N," said Harry. "Look at me, please."

Lifting your head, you saw the confusion on his face. "What's going on?"

In a split second you decided you were being foolish and there was no way you were going to give any hint as to your feelings for him. You shook your head, giving him a smile.

"Nothing," you promised. "I'm sorry if I was being weird. I guess it's just odd...you know, being on tour with you."

"How so?" Harry raised a brow.

"Because...I know you. But I guess I never really knew this part of you."

"You've seen me on stage before," he remarked.

"I know, but this is different. I'm with you on stage. I'm with you at the hotel. I'm with you now."

"We're having dinner, love. We've done this before, too."

Just then, the waiter came to take your order, momentarily freeing you from the awkward conversation. When he left, however, Harry returned his gaze to you. You chewed on your bottom lip before lifting your water glass to take a sip.

"So are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked.

You shook your head again. "Nothing's wrong, Harry. Can we just drop it?"

"Fine," he sighed, dropping his shoulders.

You released your own sigh, but one of relief. At least temporarily. You had a feeling Harry wasn't going to let it go completely, but at least you could bide some time and enjoy your dinner.

Once again, your cheeks hurt from laughing. You and Harry were back in your room, lying on your massive hotel bed watching a stand-up comedian on the TV.

"Be back, I have to wee," declared Harry as he rose from the bed.

When he shut the bathroom door, you sat up, trying to catch your breath, wiping your eyes. It felt good to be back to your old self, the same goofiness that you and Harry shared as friends. You wanted to push away the non-friendship feelings you were having, because apparently Harry was getting some sort of vibe from you and it made both of you uncomfortable. You weren't about to lose his friendship over this stupid...crush-thing...whatever the hell it was.

Muting the television, you grabbed your guitar. Playing always calmed your nerves. It had been your escape, your therapy since you were thirteen. You began to play the same classic piece that you'd been playing earlier when Harry had knocked on your door. You closed your eyes, letting your fingers do the work while your brain painted pictures in your head. You heard the door open, but you kept your eyes shut, focusing on the music and the colours that made up the picture.

You could hear his breathing when you stopped, but he didn't say anything. Finally opening your eyes, you saw Harry leaning against the door frame, his eyes not on the guitar, but on your face.

"I heard you playing that earlier," he said.

"Mmm hmm," you nodded.

"I remember that one. It's one of my favourites."

You gave a small smile, grabbing your guitar by the neck and preparing to lower it back into its case.

"No," Harry held up his hand. "Don't stop. Keep playing."

"It's over," you shrugged.

"Then play something else," he requested, walking towards you. "I like watching you play."

Biting your lip, you scooted back a bit on the bed, the guitar in your lap. You began strumming a random chord progression before settling on "Blackbird" by the Beatles. You caught Harry's grin as he took another step forward and crawled back onto the bed. The bed shifted a bit as he laid back in the spot he'd been before, situating onto his side, propped on his elbow.

You sang along softly, feeling slightly nervous that he was watching you. When you plucked the final chord, and turned your head, you almost jumped at his expression.

It was a version of the same look he'd given you earlier only with wider eyes and a dimpled smile. His eyes blinked softly as he shook his head.

"You're amazing," he declared.

"Thanks," you nearly whispered.

"I could listen to you all night," he added, lying on his back, his hands behind his head. "In fact, go ahead and sing me to sleep."

You chuckled, nudging him in the hip. "Sorry, I don't do lullabies by request."

"Bugger," he muttered, his eyes closed.

You giggled again as you finally put the guitar back in the case. Then you laid back against the pillow.

"Wanna finish watching this?" you asked, grabbing the remote.

"Nah," Harry replied.

"Okay."

You stared at the ceiling in awkward silence until you suddenly felt Harry's hand touch yours, threading his fingers through. You dared to turn your head to look at him, but his eyes were still shut.

"I'm so glad you're here, Y/N," he said softly.

"Me too," you whispered.

Harry's eyes fluttered open then. It was hard to read his face this time. But one thing was certain. He wasn't peeling his gaze away from yours.

Rolling onto his side again, you felt the nerves tenfold as you anticipated his next move. You swallowed hard when he brought his over hand up to grip your hip, pulling you closer to him. You shifted onto your side then to face him as he lifted his hand to your cheek. His eyes seemed to sparkle when you looked into them, getting lost in the green. How did you never notice how green they were?

"Y/N," Harry whispered.

"Yes?"

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought surely it would beat right out of your chest. Harry's hand slid down your cheek, his fingers and thumb gripping your chin. Your eyes fluttered closed, waiting patiently. Then ever so gently, he lowered his mouth, pressing his lips against yours.

You bit your lip as you silently cursed yourself. Turning for the backstage area, you handed one of the crew your Strat, trading it for your acoustic guitar. You were having an off night. And you knew why.

That kiss the night before in your hotel room.

Okay, it was more than a kiss. At least it was to you. To you it had only confirmed your feelings for Harry. No longer were you teetering on the fence. You'd fallen for him.

Stepping back out onto the stage, you listened to Liam's chat with the crowd though your eyes were on another certain lad. Your heart thumped in your chest as you watched him wave to the audience, preparing to start the next song. On cue, you began strumming, though your skills now were automatic. You weren't even aware of what you were playing. All you could think about was that kiss...

His lips were incredibly soft. He took his time, careful not to rush. After the first few kisses, you felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. Opening your mouth slightly, you invited him in, your tongue meeting his. You felt a sound rise from your throat as you slid your hand up his chest and around to the back of his neck. He pulled you closer to him, his hand grazing the bit of exposed skin above the waistband of your jeans.

His touch felt electric. You thought you heard him hum against you as he continued to devour your lips. You couldn't believe this was happening. Every fiber inside you was on fire, a buzz zig-zagging down your body.

Your lips separated for a moment and your eyes opened slightly to see his mouth still nearly touching yours. His breath tickled your face as you continued to focus on his lips, almost afraid to meet his eyes. Suddenly, you saw his mouth form a word and it took you a second realize it was your name.

You blinked as you shifted your eyes up to look at his, the green seemingly darker than before.

"I...um..." Harry hesitated, swallowing hard. "I should probably go."

You opened your mouth, ready to ask him why, but you stopped yourself. "Oh."

"I mean...it's late and...I have an interview in the morning..."

"Oh yeah," you nodded vigorously. "Yeah, sure."

You watched as Harry climbed off the bed, grabbing his jacket that he'd tossed in the chair before walking to the door. You stayed in your spot, too nervous to move. When he looked back at you, he had that same strange expression on his face. You wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but your mouth was suddenly dry.

"I'll uh, see you tomorrow," he said.

You blinked and nodded. It was all you could do.

"'Night," Harry added before opening the door and slipping out.

You sat up then, looking around the room as though it held the answers. Your stomach flipped, only this time with a different kind of feeling. The worried feeling that Harry had regretted that kiss.

The song was over but for some reason you hadn't moved from your spot.

"Y/N" you suddenly heard, and you looked around before you realized it was coming from your ear monitor.

Completely flustered and embarrassed, you turned around once more to exchange guitars with the roadie. Slinging the strap over your head, you heard the bass drum kick in and you counted off for your intro to the next song. Trying your best to stay focused this time, you completed the rest of the concert, watching Harry and the other boys give the fans what they wanted.

Walking backstage, you handed off your guitar, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"Y/N," you heard again, this time coming from Niall who came jogging up behind you.

"I know, Niall, I missed my cue. I'm sorry," you told him, dropping your shoulders in defeat.

"You alright?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine," you explained. "Just an off night, I guess."

"No worries, love," said Louis as he passed you, tapping you on the shoulder. "You were great."

You sucked in your lips, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. You shouldn't have let the memory of the night before distract you from your playing.

You continued down the hallway and were almost to your dressing room when you heard your name once more. Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see Harry walking towards you.

"Everything okay?" he inquired, his brows furrowed.

"Yes, alright?!" you exclaimed throwing up your hands. "I know, I fucked up a couple times! It happens! Aren't people allowed to make mistakes in this band?"

"Hey, easy," said Harry in a firm yet calming tone, gently grabbing your arms. "Yes, it's allowed. I was just making sure you were okay."

You shifted your eyes everywhere to avoid his gaze. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just fine."

Pulling away from him, you turned around and walked into your dressing room, slamming the door behind you.

Your chest was heaving with sobs. You weren't sure how long you'd been lying on your hotel bed crying. You hadn't bothered to say goodnight to Harry or anyone else when you'd left your dressing room and bolted for the bus. When you'd made it to the hotel, a very sleepy Harry and Niall had followed you into the lift, but no one had uttered a word and you'd avoided eye contact. As soon as you'd made it to your room, you'd pushed it open just as you heard something that sounded like your name, but you hadn't bothered to acknowledge it.

You hadn't even gotten undressed. Your suitcase sat just inside the door where you'd left it. You'd gone to the bathroom and left the light on, too exhausted and upset to turn it off. The light shone underneath the door, giving the only light in the room.

Why did one kiss have to turn you for a loop? Everything was fine before that kiss. You and Harry were still in the friend zone. He'd taken you to dinner, which had been a bit awkward but then you'd come back to your room and were having fun like old times. Why did he have to kiss you? And why did you have to let him?

Because I'm in love with him, you told yourself.

A fresh set of tears began to fall at the silent confession, just as you heard a knock at the door. Your body jolted, confused that perhaps you were hearing things. But when it sounded again, you knew someone was on the other side.

Quickly wiping your eyes, you rose from the bed, inhaling and exhaling deeply before opening the door. You blinked as the light from the hallway temporarily blinded you before you realized it was Harry standing there.

"H-Hi," you whispered, not sure what else to say.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice deep.

"Um...it's nearly four in the morning, Harry, I-"

"I don't care," he interrupted. "I need to talk to you."

You raised your eyebrows then. The last time he'd used that phrase had been in a text. But you recalled how nervous you had been then. The next thing you knew, you were One Direction's new guitarist.

"Yeah," you stepped back, allowing him to enter the room. "Sure."

Closing the door, you walked to the lamp to turn it on instead of flooding the room with unnecessary light. When you turned back around, Harry was standing at the foot of the bed, that odd look on his face. Dropping your shoulders, you let out an exasperated breath.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" you asked him.

"Like what?"

"Like...that," you pointed. "Like you're confused about something, or trying to solve me like some long math problem."

Harry took a step toward you. It looked as though he was about to reach out to you but changed his mind and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I am confused," he admitted. "Because I never thought..."

His words trailed off as he looked down at his feet which you now noticed were bare.

"You never thought what?" you whispered.

You watched him bite his bottom lip before blowing out an embarrassed chuckle. He shook his head and looked up at you.

"I never thought I'd feel this way about you."

Your heart went still in your chest. "You mean the kiss?"

"Yeah, I mean..." he nodded, stepping even closer, "I mean the kiss. But I mean everything else, too."

"Everything else?"

Harry lifted his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip and down your chin.

"I enjoy being with you, Y/N," he cooed. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but... I feel like it's more than that now. Don't you?"

You nodded silently, raising your hand to touch his arm.

"I was kinda hoping I could get you to admit it last night," he grinned slightly. "At dinner. I could tell you were nervous."

You sheepishly looked down. "I was."

Harry lifted your chin with his finger. His eyes burned into yours and your stomach did a somersault again.

"I'm sorry I left last night like I did," he declared. "I was kinda nervous, too."

"You were?" you breathed.

Harry nodded. "Yeah. I know you probably think I regretted that kiss, but I didn't. Far from it, actually."

"Hmm," you sounded, biting your lip.

Harry swiped his thumb up, tugging your lip free from your teeth. Then slowly tilting his head, he lowered his mouth to yours. You lifted your hands to his neck, tangling your fingers in the back of his hair. The kiss deepened, making you weak in the knees. Harry's other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him. When he finally released you, you were both breathing heavily, his forehead rested against yours.

"I think I'm falling for you, Y/N," he confessed.

You half cried, half giggled as your hands slid down his shoulders and pressed against his chest. You felt your eyes well up with tears again, only this time they were happy tears.

"What's the matter, love?" Harry inquired, wiping away two stray tears with his thumbs.

You gazed into his eyes once again, your chest falling as you let out a breath.

"I've been wanting to hear you say that for so long," you conveyed.

"Baby..." Harry whispered, his nose nudging yours before pulling you in for another passionate kiss.

This gave me the feels as I read this again. Sometimes I just really enjoy some sweet fluff and declarations of love.

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A Valentine's Day treat. Well more like night after

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: Food play, P in V sex, teasing, bad puns

Word count: Roughly 3K 

A/N: It's been a few months since you started dating the silly pizza man, and fail to keep that on the down low when it's Valentine's Day and one of your co-workers pesters you about dating the man but being at work. Good thing Lady is giving Dante a hard time as well. Well maybe after your shift you can find a way to have some fun with your boyfriend. 

The third of my Valentine’s Day fics.

Quirking your nose as you scrawl out the last of your notes before handing them off for entry in the system you let out a long exhale. It’s not even ten pm and you’ve already dealt with four accidentally swallowed rings, three broken noses, and two stabbings. The stabbings were a little normal for the emergency department but the rings weren’t. 

“I don’t understand why people just can’t propose like normal people, why do they put it in food Doctor?” You snort shaking your head as one of the orderies rubs at her temple. 

“People want to be different, if they knew how often people miss the ring dropped in their champagne glass because of nerves they might try something else.” Signing your name before looking at the next person on the triage list and reading what happened. “Like this person. They tried chocolate mousse, I’ll give them a point for originality.”

“Me. Hey Doc?” Letting out a hum as you double check to make sure you don't hand anyone higher up on the priority list to check with. “How come you're here tonight and not out with that man of yours?” 

You feel your nose quirking again. “Which man would that be?” Attempting to avoid eye contact as you do know exactly who they're talking about. Your silly pizza loving man with a knack for killing the demonic, even if most people think he's just a regular handy man of sorts. 

“Funny. That broad shoulders white haired fella. Damien or something.” 

“Dante” you wince as the correction slips from your mouth with ease. 

“Him!” Grinning like the cat that ate the canary at catching you. “Come on, I've seen the two of you out around town. He's a hottie. Why aren't you out with him instead of in here dealing with the chaos of proposals gone wrong?” 

You laugh hearing how the night in the ER has been going so far it sounds about right. “He's working tonight, besides I'd rather cover this night over New Year's and the Fourth of July anytime.” Winking before you head down the hallway with your clipboard, hoping this couple is a lot calmer than the last. 

“Explain how I'm a bad boyfriend!” Dante was pissed as he swung the rebellion slicing one of the lizard like demons in half sending Lady a look of bewilderment. 

“If you were a good one I wouldn't have to explain it.” Snarking back as she unloaded a few rounds into her own quarry before shaking her head at him. “You really are terrible with women, at this rate the pretty little doctor is gonna leave you. Working on Valentine's Day.” 

“It's just a sappy day to give chocolates, if she wants to leave me over that then fine!” Slicing another demon and dodging having a set of talons driven through his back. As much as he said that the smaller voice I'm his head was screaming. No. It wasn't fine. She was his and it didn't matter what day it was he should be balls deep in her, making sure she smelt of him and sex. 

“You really are an idiot.”

“Whatever Lady. Are we finishing this job you asked for my help for or not?” He'd rather focus on a fight than the way his pants were growing tighter. Damn libido.

As you left the hospital that morning, well 3 am, you couldn’t help but swing into the nearest 24 hour store to grab a few grocery items for yourself and saw a few items that made you smirk. A package of chocolate dipped and plain strawberries, grabbing them before heading to the devil may cry office with a can of whipped cream and a terrible plan. 

Trying the door to find it unlocked and slinking inside, a good sign that Dante is home otherwise you would have had to try and dig through your bag for the spare key he’d given you. “Dante!” If the lights in the main office hadn’t of been on you wouldn’t have called out, but if it is on then it’s a good sign your handsome man is still awake. 

“Backroom Babe!” Well, that answers that, heading towards the door that hides a short hallway ending in a minuscule kitchen. The main level of the office doesn't have much besides the front area itself which takes up the bulk of the floor space, there is a second bathroom that you’re certain before you entered his life was the only one Dante used. Well used being an operative word. 

Stepping into the space and finding the white haired man holding a small glass filled with amber liquid. “That kind of night huh?” You snort laying your paper bag of goodies on the the tiny counter before dropping your overnight bag to the floor and approaching him. 

“Any night that involves Lady is one of those kind of nights.” Rolling his eyes before taking a sip of the drink and setting his eyes on you. “Didn't think I'd see you this early, thought you were working the ER tonight?” 

“I was.” Lifting your arms to drop them over his broad neck and play with some of the longer white hairs at the back of his head and leaning closer. His jacket is draped over the chair you suspect would snap if anyone sat in it so your arms are able to rest more against him instead of the leather. “My shift finished about an hour ago and I didn't have a lot of paperwork to do. How was your night?” 

Raising his drink between your bodies you watch him quirk a brow as if surprised you asked “Shit so far. Now that you're here though.” Hooking two of his fingers in one of the belt loops of your pants and tugging you a little closer to him. “It seems to be getting better.” 

Tossing the rest of his drink back before sliding the empty glass behind him and dropping his hand on your hip you get the hint and push up on your toes as he leans closer to you. Only for your senses to be flooded by the smell of rancid copper and things you'd rather not think about. Sharply pulling away from him. “You smell like ass” Waving your hand in front of your nose as you screw up your face at him.

“I got home maybe ten minutes before you walked in!” His tone is haughty as he lifts his hands exasperated by your reaction, and for a moment you're distracted by the shift of his shirt and the hint of pale skin. 

“You need a shower if you want a kiss.” Shaking your head at him and hiding that you had been distracted by his body. “Or the other treat I have for you.” You might be annoyed that his first thought was a drink before getting cleaned but his lifestyle wasn't focused on getting the grim off his body right away for the longest time. 

Hearing you mention a treat, however, has his mood shifting and a smirk on his handsome face “A treat huh? Do I get a hint?” Wiggling his eyebrows as his gaze roves over your body, making you flush in response. 

“I don't wanna ruin the surprise but let's say trying something new.” Giving him a wink as he grabs his coat and starts to walk past you. “Only clean good little boys are going to get it though.” 

Roaring with laughter as he turns on his feet facing you as he walks away. “Guess I'm outta luck. Even with a shower, I'm zero outta three on that list.” Dropping his hand to his crotch just before stepping out of sight. “Especially the little part.” 

You can't help but laugh as he slips away, waiting until you hear either the water running from the downstairs bathroom or the creek of the stairs as he heads to the upper level. It's the creaking of the stairs that you hear, grinning as you wait another moment before placing your food for tomorrow in the fridge. At least you don't have to worry about something trying to crawl out of the neglected device. This time. 

Keeping the strawberries and whipped cream with you as you headed out to the main part of the office once more, checking the main door was locked before taking the stairs. It was more for your own peace of mind than anything else, if something wanted to go after Dante a metal bolt wasn't going to stop it. 

Hearing the shower run as you reach the top of the landing you slow, pondering for a moment if you should join him or just jump into your own little surprise. You did have a quick shower before you left work because you hated the smell of the antiseptic on your skin, but the idea of rubbing your hands over his wet chest are hard to ignore. Giving your head a shake you keep walking, if you don't commit to what you have planned you'll never try it, and Dante likes surprises in the bedroom. 

Leaning across the bedspread as you hear the sound of his footsteps you grin to yourself before swallowing to try and settle your face. As the door swings open you try to get your expression sorted out so you aren’t a blushing mess, trying to aim for sultry. 

Dante has a towel thrown over his head missing your expression and one slung around his waist, except he has the size of them backward. The larger one over his head and the smaller struggling to remain tied around his waist with how thick his thighs are and your little plan to try and seduce him fails as your jaw drops a little. “Maybe it’s me who’s getting the treat instead of you. Big boy.” Tacking on the last word to get him to lift his head. 

At least your little plan worked as his composure snaps for a moment as he stares at you, his eyes following the trail of whipped cream along the lines of your stomach from your covered core up to your tits. “Babe.” A hard swallow and it’s clear as the towel around his hips flutters from something hidden underneath that he’s getting aroused. “Are those strawberries on your tits?” 

“I figured since it was too late to get you a sundae I’d try and be one instead.” Trailing an index finger along part of your stomach and scooping some of the cream up before sticking the digit in your mouth and sucking on it hard enough to hollow your cheeks. That towel around his waist stood no chance as his cock hardens and sticks up from the edge, raising the fabric as if his dick is peeking out at you. “Sorry, but it’s the best I could do on such short notice.” 

Using one of his hands to pull the towel from around his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor with a wet smack your covered core throbs. His eyes are wild and you can see his neck flexing as his jaw works. Too bad all his attempts are undone by the way his length keeps twitching as it arches from between his legs. “I don’t see any ice cream unless you’re hiding it under that pretty body of yours.” 

Striding closer before he stops. Dante is far from unobservant and the man has noticed your own gaze keeps landing between his legs. “For some reason, I don’t think you have any for me. Not with the way your eyes keep looking at this fine display.” With a snap of his fingers, the towel is gone and you can’t help the little noise of satisfaction you let out at his naked body. He’s fit and knows it, surprising with his terrible diet, but you can’t get enough of it. 

“You’re right. I wanted some meat tonight.” Winking at him before spreading your legs, showing him the damp spot on your underwear. “I think you should come get your dessert before it gets too warm though.” Adding a small whine at the end as you want to feel his skin against yours, or his tongue. Really he can remove the fruit and cream covering your torso anyway he wants to. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t cover your pussy in cream too.” Snorting as he closes the final distance and you feel his bed dip as he joins you. 

“I might be willing to try food play but I am not having anything go in my pussy that isn’t sanitized.” 

“Sorry Doc, I gotta call you out on that one.” Running one of his large hands along your thigh before snapping your underwear with his finger. “My tongue and fingers go in there all the time.” You roll your eyes and reach a hand out to try and get him to pay more attention to your body. 

“Funny Dante. Honestly though. Do you want to lick or help me clean this up? The cream really is starting to run.” A chuckle before he moves, throwing a leg over your body and settling so he straddles your form, sliding down a little as his hands come to rest beside your body. 

“I think I can help with that problem.” Lowering his head to where the cream is starting to run just below your naval and licking a wide strip along the stream of white painted on your body. Right away you moan, the heat from his tongue chasing the chill that was seeping into your skin has you shuddering. “I’d have rathered lick at another cream though.” Lapping his tongue up your body and following the trail up your belly, all the while your hands are roaming across his back. It’s hard to stay still under him as you react to his closeness, your muscles shifting in delight at the texture of his tongue, and the way his breath fans out across your tummy. Rubbing your thighs together the slightest amount as you grow wetter the closer his head gets to one of your breasts. 

Almost there and your clit throbs and your body tenses. 

Laughing when he shoves his face between both of your boobs, covering the sides of his face in the cream before looking up at you. “Wanna taste my cream now?” Wiggling his eyebrows and you aren’t sure where the cream ends and his hair starts. 

“You’re so cheesy Dante.” 

“No. But I can go get some spray cheese if you’d rather lick that up.” Shuffling and grabbing one of the strawberries to pop in his mouth before dipping his face towards yours. As his lips connect with yours you don’t bother trying to respond to him verbally, instead letting one hand slide up along the muscles of his back and tangling in his hair. Parting your lips and moaning into him as his tongue darts out to lick the inside of your mouth, tasting some of the cream and strawberry juice on him. It isn’t a long kiss as he pulls away and grabs the other strawberry, holding it to your lips and offering it to you. 

“I ate two chocolate covered ones earlier. Those two were for you.” Smirking up at him as he rolls his eyes, tossing it in his mouth before reaching for the floor to grab the towel and wipe the cream off his face and one of your tits.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” Going in for another quick kiss making you gasp as he rolls his hips against yours, certain you could feel some of the fluid dripping from his tip smear against your belly. “Now to clean up this remaining mess the way you wanted.” The movement of his tongue is different this time, short quick swipes as he works his way up around to the tip of your nipple. Understanding why he cleaned the other off as he starts to circle his rough thumb against the hard nub, an involuntary roll of your hips as you sigh. The burning in your core grows hotter under his touch. 

Another whine as he ignores the tip of the nipple under his mouth, his lips kissing the edge of the skin now instead of lapping at it as if it’s some sort of divine nectar instead of cheap whipped cream from a can. A few more rolls of your hips as you try to edge him on, wanting more from the white haired man however he is having none of it. 

“Seems like this was more a treat for you than me.” The hand that had been massaging your other tit is now at your hip keeping you from moving while he leans more of his weight on the arm he has resting beside you as he licks everywhere but the point of your breast. Making low grunts and groans as he laps at your skin, tilting his head to make eye contact, and once he does he sends you a look that you can only describe as sinful. 

“Dante, please. No more teasing.” Doing your best to plead with him as your body thrums, you want him and you’ll do anything at this point to get it. “It was just a silly idea.” 

“Lucky for you.” Dipping his head and flicking the hard flesh with his tongue at last. “I like silly.” The hand at your hip pushing your underwear to the side and pushing his way inside your tight heat, while at the same time sucking on your tit like it’s the last thing he’s going to do. 

Your reaction is immediate as you scream his name, your back arching and pressing your chest more into his mouth as you cum around his tip that’s barely part way inside of you. His fingers circle your clit while keeping the thin fabric that divided your bodies away from your core as he works more of himself into you, trying to drag out your orgasm as long as he can. 

Growling as you respond, dragging your fingers down his shoulders and trying to press more of his body down to yours lost in the sensation before you’re panting from the overstimulation. Dante stops the movement of his fingers and lifts his head from your now abused breast, smirking at the indent of his teeth in your supple skin and the bruise forming there. Once you calm down he’ll rip those panties off your hips and fuck you for real. For now, he’s content feeling the tremors of your walls along his length while you recover from your first release of the night. 

“Guess I’m not that bad of a boyfriend after all.” 

[countrymusiclover]

17 - We'll Be Bonnie and Cylde

Part 18

It's About Time

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Flipping on the camping lamp light I plopped down in one of the camping chairs that we had put underneath the old fold out bed. I had slipped on a dark red jacket still wearing the clothes I wore to the hospital. I knew I shouldn’t have ran but I couldn’t face my parents. “What am I gonna do - what am I gonna do?”

Running my hands through my hair I couldn’t imagine being pregnant at 17 years old. And the father had just recently turned the same age as me. I had no clue what his reaction would be. “Y/n!” Lifting my head upward at the familiar voice.

“Georgie.” I gulped watching the cabin door creak opened with a flashlight pointing light in my face.

He lowered the light down to the ground. “I’m lucky I was right that you came here.”

“Good for you, I’m safe so you can leave now.” I sniped at him wanting him to leave me alone hoping he would go away.

Georgie sent me a weak smile. He knew something was up with his best friend so he crossed the room sitting on the edge of the fold out beside the camping chair she was sitting in. “Did I do something wrong. I had Memaw drive me to your house and she said you were freaked out about something.”

“You didn't do anything wrong. I just - needed a break from people for a while. But seriously you don't have anything to worry about-” I bolted up to stand as fast as I could, grabbing the trash can that we had in the corner puking up whatever was in my stomach.

Georgie gasped running over to grab my hair out of my face until I had finished. “Y/n! Here I've got you.”

“Wonder what made me sick - thanks for the help though.” I wiped my mouth seeing he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. “Georgie, please go.”

His brown eyes focused on my gaze. “I'm not gonna leave you here if you're not feeling good.”

“Georgie-”

He cut me off sending me puppy dog eyes. “Y/n, please just tell me what is going on with you, cause clearly you aren't feeling right.”

“I'm pregnant, Georgie!” I blurted out throwing my hands up into the air not having the heart to wait and hear him asking me the same question over and over.

He opened his mouth to say something but nearly froze. “You are - are you sure?”

“I took one at the hospital too and it was positive.” Reaching inside my jacket I handed him the one Ashley had given me when they visited me after school.

He eyed the pregnancy test. “I don't believe this.”

“Neither do I.”

My best friend looked at me asking a question I hadn’t even thought of yet. “Are you thinkin’ of keepin’ it?”

“I'm not sure yet. I mean we're only 17. What are we gonna do with raising a baby at our age.”

Georgie sat back down on the bed running his fingers through his curls trying to think this situation through. “If you keep it we um - could get married.”

“Or run away and not tell my parents.”

He sent me a half glare. “But the baby is gonna be their grandkid and we're gonna need free babysitters.”

“So you want to keep it?”

He shrugged his shoulders in response. “Possibly. I mean I really like you and everything. But it's your decision since you'll be carrying it.”

“Right now I just want to stay here and try not to think about it. Uh - can you stay with me tonight?” I sat down hugging my knees to my chest with my hair falling in front of my eyes.

Georgie didn't waste a second scooting over next to me on the bed, wrapping his arms around my body. “I ain’t going anywhere unless you tell me to.” Laying my head in the crook of his neck I wasn't as afraid as I was originally, but I certainly wasn't ready to face my parents and tell them.

The next two days we stayed in the cabin with what little food and water we had stored there but now we were out of supplies and our plan was to leave Medford and live on the edge of Texas away from our families. Climbing in the passenger seat of his vehicle we drove for a few good minutes of silence until he reached across the consul intertwining my hand with his free one. “Are you sure we can't just get married and tell our parents?”

“I'm likely to be disowned and you’ll definitely be shot with a shotgun by my daddy. I'd rather not face those odds.”

Georgie’s face turned almost ghost white. “I might like Dalton from Roadhouse but I don't entirely want to be like him if I'm risking getting shot at.”

“Okay then we're in agreement. We're running and being like Bonnie and Cylde.”

He added in. “Just minus the bank robberies. Oh we could change our names to them if you wanted.”

“Let’s just get our road supplies first. Then we can think about name changes.” He parked the vehicle and we got out walking inside the grocery store. Georgie went to grab some road snacks and I was in charge of getting some drinks. Carrying some Dr. Pepper underneath my arm till something caught my eye.

Pausing in my steps I found some video camera film left on the shelf for a very low price making an idea form inside my head. “Did you get'em. Oh sweet, we can record our travels with these.” Georgie came up behind me noticing the video tapes.

“Actually what do you think about tapping our pregnancy story instead. That way when the baby is older we can show him or her how she was born.”

Georgie shrugged his shoulders, making me chuckle. “Plus how dumb her parents were to get pregnant at 17 years old.” We ended up buying the tapes and everything we needed. Georgie parked the car behind the garage knowing there was an old video camera set stored away in boxes.

“What are you two doing?” Whipping my head around I took my attention away from my boyfriend rummaging around in the box.

“Connie.” I screamed not expecting to see her.

Georgie cheered, nearly dropping the camera standing on a stool, turning around to see she was standing by the side of the car. “H-hey Memaw.”

“What the hell are y’all doing here with the car all packed up with drinks and snacks.”

I attempted the best lie I could. “We’re spending some time at the old cabin we found.”

“And definitely not planning to run away cause she’s pregnant.” Georgie jumped down off the stool with the box of camera stuff inside of it.

I facepalmed myself hearing the words come from his mouth making it far too obvious. “Georgie!”

“Garage now both of you.” Connie declared to us and we followed her order and she shut the door quickly behind her, throwing her arms up in the air at us. “What were you two thinking? You are far too young to run away, especially when you’re going to be teen parents.”

I ran my hands through my hair, feeling a nervous tightness inside my chest. “Listen, the reason we were going to run away is because I’m terrified of what my parents will think or what they’ll do to Georgie.”

“Her dad owns like five guns. I mean it’s Texas so what should I expect? But I don’t really want to get shot for this.” Georgie stands by my side shaking in the boots and jeans he was wearing.

His grandmother ran a hand down her face. “Look they probably won’t like Georgie for a little while but I found a way to love my grandchildren that his dumbass father gave my daughter.”

“What are you saying?” Georgie asked, still confused and I sent her the same expression.

Connie takes hold of my hands sending both of us a half smile and I knew that she would be there for us throughout this difficult situation. “Babies have a magical power over people. They will come around eventually and if they don’t I’ll be here for you two until they do.” Georgie smiled down at me, lucky that we had another person on our team.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

“Be Patient..?”

Warnings: Angst? Idk actually I'm bad at warnings

Words: 704

AN: anonymous asked I just made it a bit my way, tbh I kinda love it, (could be a part 2, of the original, not rlly) <3

You had just gotten your wife back, not knowing how, never asked. Too scared something would happen again.

“Y/n?” she nudges your shoulder. “Um- yeah, what is it?” you ask, taking attention away from cleaning the living room. “Nothing important, you need any help?” she gestures to your cleaning.

You smile, shaking your head. “No I'm fine.” “That wasn't a question. I'm helping you.” you were taken aback, nevertheless letting her help you.

“O...kay.” furrowing your brows, clearing the floor of toys and candy wrappers. “Mama look! Nicky threw up.” Natasha stops helping, running off to the kids room.

You get up, walking to the room. “Here, give him to me Nat.” you cradle the baby, taking a wipe to wipe off his face. “Ali, honey can you get Nicky a shirt please?” “I'll do it.” Natasha hands you one of your sons shirts.

“Thanks..” you take it smiling at her, then changing the baby. “Mommy we have to go gross shopping.” you laugh, correcting her. “Grocery shopping Aliana.” “Ya!” she nods, walking off to some other room.

“I'm going with you.” you button up the baby's shirt, turning to look at your wife. “Natasha, I don't think taking the baby out in public this early would be right, stay with Nikolai at home.” “I don't care, I'm going. With you. I'll call Yelena to watch him.”

Confused, but still not asking. “Alright.. Ali let's go!”

You walk around the store, Aliana running around in front of you, “Aliana don't leave mommy and mama's sight okay?” “Okay!”

“Should we put her in the cart?” you take something off of the shelves, looking at Natasha. “No.. that's fine I trust her.”

“Okay.” she kisses your neck, walking to go see where your daughter went. You eventually find them in the toy section. “Mommy can I get this?” you look at what she's holding. “Ali, sweetie you're gonna lose it as soon as we get in the car, I'm saying no. Ask mama.”

“I'll buy it for her.” she says, putting the toy in the cart. You shrug, going to check out. “Hey there gorgeous, got any plans tonight?” some random guy behind you in the line asks.

... “Detka who's this?” Natasha comes up behind you, pulling a possessive hand to your waist. “I don't know.” the man scoffs, walking away to a different line.

“Don't go anywhere without me Y/n.” she bends down to whisper in your ear. “Yeah– okay.” you squeak out.

At home, you offer Yelena to stay, but she leaves saying her and Kate? have a girls night tonight so she had to go.

You lie in bed, hearing the rooms door open. “My beautiful girl..” Natasha walks up to you, settling down on the bed as well.

“Hi Natty.” you smile at her. She kisses you passionately, cupping your jaw with her hands. “I missed this so much.” she says, in between kisses.

Bringing a hand down, slipping her fingers in between your legs. You moan softly, gripping onto her hair. “Natasha!” she stops, looking at you. “What is it kotenok? Am I hurting you? What's wrong? Tell me.”

You blink, pulling away from her. “What's wrong with you?” she widens her eyes, hesitantly opens her mouth to talk. “I– I can't lie to you anymore can I?”

You back away from her, getting off the bed. “What do you mean Tasha? What lies?” “I'm not from this universe.” you gasp, backing up into the wall.

“Baby don't hate me. Please I can't see you hate me.” you shake your head, processing what she said. “I don't hate you I just–”

“In my universe you and the kids get killed when I'm away on a mission.” she admits, looking at you. “Natasha.. you-” “Please just. Don't. It was my fault I shouldn't have left.” tears escape her eyes, she looks away from you.

You move closer to her, straddling her lap. “Oh.. Natty don't cry. I don't hate you Natasha it wasn't your fault. Please.” you wipe away her tears, taking her face in your hands.

She leans in, kissing you gently. You kiss back, moaning softly. “I love you. So much Y/n.” “Shh.. I know Nat, I love you too.”

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Friends don’t look at friends that way

Are you just friends or are you something more with Rafe? **Original plot with characters from the tv show, Outer Banks. I do not own the Outer Banks characters.** Y/N = Your Name Inspired by the song that way by Tate McRae (lyrics in italics in story)

that way by Tate McRae - song linked here to listen

Y/N's POV

Run me in circles like you always do Mess with me on purpose, so I'll hang on to you I know what you mean when you act like that But you don't know it's breaking my heart Said that it was just never gonna happen Then almost kissed me in the dark

I arrive at the Cameron house early for the pregame to the party tonight. I hear Rafe’s booming laugh and can’t help the smile on my face. Just hearing him be happy makes my day. He’s so cute and perfect and so ... just my friend. I can't like my friend in that way. I mean I like him, but I’m not telling him that I like him. That would ruin everything.

I walk into the room swinging the bottle of vodka and yell, “Shots shots shots!!” Rafe runs up, picks me up, swings me, and sets me down while smiling widely. Topper says, “That was weird.” Rafe says, “Oh shove off man. Let’s just take these shots.” I hand over the vodka and I pregame drink with them along with Kelce and Sarah.

I go to the bathroom one more time before we head out. I hear Sarah say, “I’m comin’ in.” She slides in, giggles, and says, “Okay wait that was funny.” I ask, “What was?” She answers, “Rafe swinging you around. He can get so happy with you. It's so cute. Then freaking Topper sets him off. Speaking of Topper, we kissed. I haven’t told Rafe. He'll be pissed that I kissed his best friend.” I ask, “And did you like it?” She shakes me excitedly saying, “Yes omg! He’s my crush which you know, but the kiss was perfect. It was slow and he was holding me tightly. I like him so much… have you and Rafe kissed yet?” I answer, “We almost did at a party.” She replies, “Ugh I’m tired of Rafe not just kissing you and admitting his feelings for you. The sexual tension is a little too much sometimes.” I laugh.

We leave the bathroom and we all walk down the street to the Kook party that we were invited to. Sarah almost trips several times because she's way drunker than everyone else. Topper was watching her and helping her walk. Kelce was on the phone with his girlfriend walking behind them. Rafe was walking near me, occasionally brushing his knuckles over mine, and we were talking.

We arrive at the party and everyone runs to the front. Rafe asks, "So uh... don't kiss anyone and make us leave early like last time, okay?" Bruh what?!?! I kissed some Touran, Rafe kissed a Touran, and then he punched the guy I kissed. So we were kicked out of the party because of fighting. It wasn't really my fault. When we left that party and went to his house, I was cleaning his cuts up and we almost kissed, but Topper interrupted us. Who knows if we were meant to kiss or if we're just meant to be just friends? I ask, "What?! I could say the same to you, Mr. Sleeps With Anything That Walks and Mr. Punches Everyone That I Kiss. You're the reason we got kicked out of the last party." He smirks and says, "And I thought you didn't care what I did or what I thought." I reply, "I do care..." Someone calls his name and he runs off in their direction. Ugh, he's so frustrating. He just ran off to see someone else even though we were talking, so maybe I should move on. Does he care about me? It seems like he does not.

Every time we talk, it just hurts so bad 'Cause I don't even know what we are I don't even know where to start But I can play the part

The party seems to drag on endlessly. Sometimes parties are fun and I never want them to end. This one is annoying me so far. Rafe is drinking with his friends across the room. I took a few too many shots with Sarah and her friends. Rafe kept watching me take the shots and shaking his head. I don't even know why.

I start to wander around and see Rafe with drugs. I hate when he does that. Yes, they're not good for you, but they also make you into someone you're not. They turn Rafe into a monster and he's not one. He sees me staring at him and says, "I promise they're for someone else, not me." I reply, "I'm not your girlfriend, I don't care about you remember."

Rafe's POV... hours later

We say we're friends, but I'm catching you across the room It makes no sense 'cause we're fighting over what we do And there's no way that I'll end up being with you But friends don't look at friends that way Friends don't look at friends that way

I keep watching Y/N drink, dance and talk to people at the party. She's so drunk and silly. I wish she was my girlfriend and she was hanging out with me. My friends keep screwing my chances with her up. They say shit about me in front of her, interrupt us when we're alone, and just keep annoying me. They even interrupted our almost-kiss last week. UGH! I just want to hold Y/N tightly and have her be mine. God, she probably hates me instead of actually liking me. The venom in her voice when she told me she was not my girlfriend and didn't care about me hurt. I heard her say she cared about me when we first arrived at this party, so why the switch up? Girls confuse me so much.

Now I'm kinda dizzy Overthinking us, until I'm drunk And sick of this whole city Don't know where to start Don't know how to hold my heart And if we're really what we say we are, then why is this so hard?

I keep walking around the party, pushing off girls hitting on me, and hoping my friends are leaving my side. Kelce and Topper promised they could get rides back tonight with random girls. I just want to be left alone. I only need to make sure Sarah and Y/N get back safely. I can do that. That's why I've started drinking water. I pretend it's vodka if someone is nearby.

I find Y/N playing beer pong on a team with Sarah and her friends versus these guys I recognize from other parties. I lean against the wall and watch them. Y/N makes 3 shots in a row and Sarah keeps yelling "GIRL POWER" at the top of her lungs causing me to laugh. The guys on the other team seem like shit at beer pong or they're just distracted by the girls on the other side of them.

Y/N sees me, walks over, places her hands on my chest, and says, "Did you see me score 3 times in a row?" I smile and say, "Yes ma'am I did. It was impressive." She smiles and replies, "Thanks, I ..." Y/N is pulled off of me by Sarah who is saying, "Tell him you like him later, Y/N. We have a game to win and you need to score for us. You're the best one on our team." Tell me she likes me?! Does she? Or is Sarah lying? Sarah would lie to get under my skin. I know she would.

Sure enough, Y/N scores, and the girls win. Y/N and Sarah seem so happy to have beaten the other team. It's cracking me up.

Sarah pulls Y/N over to me and says, "Hey Rafe, could you drive us home? I'm tired." I nod and we leave the party. Y/N leans against my right side and I wrap my arm around her. Sarah holds onto Y/N's hand as we walk home.

We make it home and Sarah skips happily to her room. Y/N follows me to my room and immediately starts stripping to change. UH?!? I ask, "Y/N, did you not want to change in the bathroom?" Y/N answers, "No, I want to sleep. Did you know Sarah is not really going to sleep?" Y/N is so tipsy because of how quick she is changing topics. I ask, "What do you mean?" She answers, "She's sneaking out with Topper. Look out your window right now." I look out and see Sarah running off with Topper. DAMN, they both lied to me. WTF?! I ask, "How did you know that, Y/N?" She answers, "Because Sarah told me."

Y/N gets into my bed and I change as well. I get into bed and Y/N leans against my chest. I hold her against me and we fall asleep peacefully.

IN THE MORNING... still Rafe's POV

I wake up feeling Y/N against my chest and feeling honestly really good considering how much I drank last night. The water and Y/N being here definitely helped:)

Y/N yawns and pulls herself off of me. I exclaim, "Good morning Y/N." Y/N says, "Morning Rafe. My head is in pain." I reply, "I wonder who left the water and pain meds on the bedside table near you, hmmmmm." She slightly smiles and immediately takes the water. She says, "Thank you, Rafe. Genuinely you're the best." I love her so much. I wonder what would happen if I just said it." I reply, "I love you so much." Before Y/N replies, my door opens and it's Sarah who says, "Wow, god, you two are so hot together. Y/N, get up. I want to swim with you in the pool." Y/N lays on my chest again and replies, "But I just woke up." Sarah sighs and says, "Fine. Bring Rafe with you. Just please come swim with me." Sarah won't take no for an answer. I know this. I say, "Sarah, we'll be right there." Sarah replies, "Ok, just don't take too long. I know you both just want to make out, but please swim with me." MAKE OUT?!?!? Sarah then leaves the room.

Y/N puts her head on the pillow and says, "What would happen if I just stayed here and didn't move all day?" I lay right next to her and say, "I wouldn't mind one bit. We could watch movies, snuggle, and even take a nap." Y/N replies, "That sounds perfect. Sarah would kill us though." I reply, "Yeah, she would. You can lay on my chest on the lounge chair outside if you want to." She moves a hair out of my face and replies, "Thanks." I exclaim, "Hey look, before we get interrupted again, uh... hm this is hard to say... but would you like to go on a date with me?" She sits up and asks, "Are you being serious or are you just saying that because of Sarah's comment?" I sit up, cup her face in my hands, and exclaim, "This is the most serious I've been in awhile." She smiles and answers, "Yes, Rafe, I would love to go on a date with you." I smile back and kiss her on the cheek. She asks, "Why don't you kiss me on the lips? We haven't been interrupted yet." I lean and we kiss.

I hear my door open and I hear Sarah say, "Holy shit! You two are actually making out. I was kidding guys!... But also I ship you two together so much." I slightly pull away and say, "Sarah, please leave." I feel Y/N laugh against my lips and I go back to kissing her.

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Her First & Her Future pt 3

Maddy Perez x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst, intervention, gun violence

Summary: Things get complicated when Maddy finds out the what she thought was a love triangle was more of a square. Since the cats out of the bag, Nate has no reason to hide his demon anymore. Luckily Y/n isn't afraid of Nate's demon.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4

Masterlist

Y/n woke up in a good mood for the first time in a long time. Maddy on her mind, but no turmoil in her thoughts. Things were clear. She was finally in control.

Y/n filled Lexi in on what happened over text. The girl was happy for Y/n, though she advised her to be careful.

Y/n took her words to heart. She was already slightly weary of Maddy. Not of her intentions, but of her actions. Maddy was a reactive person and that was something Y/n had to look out for.

Lexi used Maddy as a segue to ask Y/n to come back to the Howard household tonight for Rue's intervention. Y/n didn't know Rue too well, but Lexi was asking because she needed support. Y/n agreed to go, not knowing the mess that would unfold at the intervention.

When Y/n arrived, Maddy and Kat were also there. As someone who had recovered from slight addiction Y/n didn't like the way this was set up. It felt like an ambush and she was sure Rue would think the same.

The group waited for Rue to come down the stairs. Y/n stood in the back with Lexi. There was the classic denial from Rue.

When Cassie spoke, Y/n wanted to roll her eyes. It was such a generic statement about one day at a time. It wasn't original everyone had heard it before.

Rue must've thought the same thing. Even in her clearly intoxicated state she set her eyes on Cassie. They narrowed in on the girl and in an innocent tone Rue spoke," Hey Cass?"

" Yeah?"

" I have a quick question for you," her tone was definitely a trigger in Y/n's head.

" What?"

The words slowly exit Rue's mouth," How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?"

The air feels like it has been sucked out of the room. Cassie's nervous laughter is the only thing filling the room.

" Wh-what, what, what are you talking about?"

Lexi's hand slaps over her mouth. Maddy looks back at Kat. In case no one heard her the first time Rue says it again.

" How long have you been fucking Nate?"

Everyone is quick to see through Cassie's crocodile tears.

" I’m not," she laughs again," What? I’m not."

Maddy's attitude did not surprise Y/n at all. The girl can sense the feeling of betrayal in the Latina's body language.

" What are you talking about?"

Rue takes the opportunity to deflect even more attention," Oh, I just-I, I saw her get his truck, and then, kiss him and drive off. That was, like, what, like, uh… like a month ago?"

Cassie tries to come up with a lie. It fails. Things start to make sense in Y/n's head. The way that Cassie was acting, yesterday. It was so obvious now that Rue said it outloud.

" Are you kidding me?" Maddy faces her best friend in disbelief.

" Cass that's like really bad."

Y/n keeps her eyes on Maddy, not knowing how the girl would react to this. For at least a month her best friend had been fucking her ex-boyfriend.

Maddy raises her voice," You’re fucking Nate? Are you kidding me?"

Cassie finally tries to defend herself," No, I… I don’t even know why she would say that."

It wasn't believable. The panic on her face and the tremble in her voice gave it all away. She was lying.

" You’re lying!"

" Can we just table this conversation?" Suze interjects.

Maddy claps back immediately," No."

Kat is already trying to calm Maddy down," Okay, let's go."

Y/n on the other hand is still waiting to see how far Maddy is going to go. She was going to stick by the girl, regardless of her actions. Cassie was Maddy's best friend, probably the first person she could actually trust. Even more than Y/n. This wasn't something that anyone would have predicted.

" No, no. You expect me to stand here next to my best friend who’s been lying to me about fucking my ex-boyfriend! I’m literally gonna get violent."

" Maddy-" Y/n finally speaks, but Suze cuts her off.

" No, there is no need to get violent, okay, because we are having an intervention!"

It escalates quickly as tears fall from Cassie's face. Maddy gets mad seeing the blonde girl cry," Oh, you’re crying?!"

Kat is on her heels.

" Y/n-"

" Give her a minute, Lex."

Maddy yells in the girl's face," You’re the one who’s hurt? You’re the most self-centered, idiotic person I have ever fucking met! You fuck my ex, and you’re fucking crying?!"

Y/n can see the anger bubbling in Maddy as the adults keep trying to mitigate the situation. Maddy's hands clasp together as if she is calling on the lord himself.

Cassie throws one last shot in the dark to shift the blame off of herself," I don’t even know why you’re believing her. She’s a drug addict."

At this point the act is over Maddy isn't buying it," How long have you been fucking him? Be honest."

" I told you these ambush style interventions aren't the best," Y/n says to Lexi watching the situation escalate further and further.

" Rue? When was this?"

Rue responds slowly," Right after New Year’s."

Once Maddy hears this there's another shift in her demeanor. Y/n stands, knowing that it's just about time for her to get involved. The way that Maddy cocks her hand back as she points at Cassie says more than the words.

" You dumb fucking bitch! I’m gonna fuck you–Don’t fuckin’ run away from me, you stupid fucking bitch!"

Cassie tries to run up stairs and Maddy is right there with her. This is when Y/n finally gets involved. She follows the pair quickly trying to grab Maddy.

" Maddy! Maddy, no."

Cassie locks herself in the bathroom. Maddy doesn't care; she keeps banging on the door. Y/n could see the girl's heart breaking in real time.

" Open the door and tell me it was worth it, you owe me that. Open the fucking door Cassie! What kind of fucking friend are you? What the fuck? "

Once Y/n hears Maddy's voice cracking she laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. " Maddy, please."

" This isn't about Nate. This is about you and me. And our friendship and if you wanna throw it away then fine. Cause I don't wanna be fucking friends with you."

She stopped talking to Cassie and started speaking more to herself," He put me through hell then he took my fucking best friend... like what the fuck? When is it going to end?"

She tries the door again, but Y/n stops her. Maddy glares at the Jacobs girl and Y/n throws her hand up in surrender. Maddy's eyes soften for a moment.

" You're a fucking coward. I would've never done this to you," she storms away from the door.

Kat goes to chase her but Y/n stops the girl," I have her."

Maddy goes right out of the Howard household. Y/n stops the girl by wrapping her arms around the girl. Maddy fights the hold.

" Get off of me."

" Maddy, it's just me."

Maddy seems to crumple in the girl's arms. She sobs into Y/n's chest," I fucking hate her."

Y/n doesn't have anything to say. All she can do is hold the girl," I'm sorry they did that to you."

Maddy wipes at her eyes," This is some fucked up type of karma isn't it? I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like this."

" I mean you did, but at least you feel bad about it."

She laughs through the tears," I can't with you. "

Y/n shrugs," What? It's true, she was too busy playing victim to feel bad for anyone, but herself. "

" You're right."

" She's not worth the tears. She wouldn't shed them for you, Maddy."

Maddy takes a deep breath and shakes her head a little," Fuck them."

Y/n kisses the Latina's forehead," Fuck them."

Maddy looks into Y/n's eyes. The want, present in her gaze. Y/n smiles lightly," You want something, Maddy."

Thr girl licks her lips, the taste of her tears coating her tongue. She nods slightly. Y/n doesn't make her wait any longer, placing a true kiss on the girl's lips.

Maddy holds Y/n's jaw in place as their lips move together. She doesn't want the Jacobs girl to pull away. Y/n's hand rests on Maddy's lower back, pulling her close.

Y/n missed the way Maddy tasted. The feeling of Maddy's lipgloss against her lips was her favorite . The slight stick it added was enough to drive the girl crazy.

" Damn I missed you," Maddy says, hands still on Y/n's face.

" Then don't lose me again."

Maddy places a gentle kiss on Y/n's lips," I won't."

Y/n finds that times move fluid when she's with Maddy. They never announce that they're a couple, but when it's Y/n instead of Nate walking down the hall with Maddy the school begins to talk. Especially since when they do see Nate walking down the hall Cassie is by his side, in what could only be described as a poor cosplay of Maddy.

For Y/n and Maddy it's a big joke. Seeing Cassie try her best to be something she's not. The lack of self really shines through as she becomes Nate's new barbie. However their relationship doesn't concern the pair. Even at home Y/n makes a point to not address the Cassie situation.

Things at home are relaxed for Y/n for a small period of time. The family seemingly gets along better without Cal in the picture. Even though things were tense with Nate, Y/n made an effort to be civil around their mother.

Nothing was perfect but things were alright.

With the way things were going in their relationship, it wasn't uncommon for Y/n to pick Maddy up from her babysitting gig.

When they got to Maddy's house, Y/n did not plan on getting out of the car. That was until she saw her brother's car parked further down Maddy's street.

As her girl began exiting the car, y/n stopped her. " Are you expecting Nate?"

" No?" Maddy's confused tone said more than enough for Y/n.

" Something is up," Y/n reached into her glove box and pulled out one of her father's guns.

" What the fuck, Y/n?" Maddy panicked at the sight of the weapon.

Y/n tucked the piece in her waistband," Do you trust me?"

Maddy's eyes shifted to the weapon and then Y/n's," I trust you."

Y/n got out of the car and Maddy followed her lead.

" His car is parked here, a ways down so you don't see it immediately. I think he's in your house and I don't know what he wants, but I just have a feeling," Y/n explained as they walked towards Maddy's front door.

" What if it's nothing?"

Y/n shook her head," It's never nothing with him."

She was right. Maddy insisted on going into her room alone. She wanted Y/n to wait outside and if she heard anything, to come in immediately.

Y/n's nerves were through the roof. It was quiet, their voices were muffled. She could hardly hear anything from outside of the room. Seconds seemed like hours waiting for something, anything.

Then she heard it. The sound was unmistakable. She was entering the room with her own weapon drawn without a second thought.

Y/n placed the cool metal on the back of Nate's neck. His hands raise slowly and his weapon drops to the floor. Y/n grabs a handful of his jacket and slams him against Maddy's bedroom wall.

" You need help Nate," Y/n keeps the gun at his head.

" You don't understand Y/n."

Y/n almost laughs," What is there to understand? You pulled a fucking gun on her Nate. There's no reason."

He looks at Maddy, but Y/n steps back into his field of view.

" She has a tape of dad and Jules."

Y/n furrows her eyebrows," What do you mean she has a tape of dad and Jules?"

Y/n presses the gun further into his skull.

" They slept together."

Y/n feels sick. Her whole body rejects the thoughts.

" I was going to turn it in anonymously," Maddy whispers.

Y/n ignores the girl for the time being," Why do you want it, Nate?"

The boy clenches his jaw," If anyone is putting him away, it's me. I want him to know it's me. He deserves it and I deserve to do it Y/n."

Y/n stares into her brother's eyes. For a moment they're young again. He's not a monster, but a victim. Maybe for this one instance he deserves justice.

" I can't keep saving you from your actions, Nate," Y/n turns her attention to Maddy," Give him the tape."

Maddy gets the recording and passes it to Y/n. The girl then hands it to her brother. She removes the gun from his head.

" Now go and leave Maddy the fuck alone."

Nate leaves without a word with the disc in his hand. When Y/n hears the front door close she drops the gun.

" Jesus fucking christ," she closes her eyes overwhelmed by the entire situation.

She looks over at Maddy and instantly crosses the room to wrap her arms around the girl. She holds Maddy tighter than she's ever held her before. The thought of what could've happened if she wasn't with Maddy invading her mind.

" If you didn't-"

" But I did and I always will. As long as I've got breath in my lungs, I'm going to protect you."

" Stay with me tonight?"

Y/n takes that at a sign to lie down in Maddy's bed. The dark haired girl is quick to cuddle into Y/n.

" Always"

[reidsaurora]

"One Last Birthday Gift" ~ Castiel

GIF by sharonisantisocialimagines

Summary: After Y/N's husband passes away, she and her daughter, Annie, move into the bunker with Y/N's brothers, Sam and Dean. Fast forward a couple years, and she's happily dating Castiel, an angel her brother's introduced her to. What happens on Annie's fourth birthday when Castiel says he has an extra surprise gift for the two of them?

Pairing: Castiel x Fem!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1,856

Content Warning: very mild swearing

Genre: LOTSA FLUFF. A WHOLE LOT OF FLUFF.

Extra Notes: Y/F/N = your full name

Based On: a random thought i had ☆☆☆ partially inspired by Cole and Sav Labrant's engagement video lol

Takes Place: some time after S8 since the bunker is mentioned

Originally Written: 12/15/2021

Supernatural masterlist can be found here!

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[ Y/N's POV ]

Four years.

Tomorrow would be exactly four years since I'd given birth to my daughter, Annabelle, or Annie as she was more commonly known.

My husband, a.k.a. Annie's father, had died on a hunt almost exactly three months before she was born. Luckily, my brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester were happy to take the two of us in when he died.

It was then that I met Castiel, an angel they knew and worked with. Little did I know what that first small meeting would have in store for us.

Fast forward a year after I'd moved into the bunker with the boys and Castiel and I were closer than anyone you'd ever meet. Cas was my best friend, though I quickly found myself falling in love with him. But because I didn't want to ruin the friendship I'd built with him, I never said anything to him. It wasn't until he expressed his feelings toward me that any form of romance started to blossom between us.

Fast forward three years from that, and here we were. Cas and I were happily dating, Annie was growing up, and she gladly referred to Castiel as her "daddy." She knew of my husband and often expressed that she wished she could meet him someday, but Cas was the one helping me raise her, so in her mind, that made Cas her daddy.

"Alright, time for bed, Miss," I told my daughter, who was sitting in Dean's lap as the two watched TV together.

"But I'm watching Scooby-Doo with Uncle Dean," she pouted.

"You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow. You should get some sleep."

"That's right," Dean said, picking up Annabelle and turning her to face him. "Somebody has a birthday tomorrow, don't they?"

Proudly, Annie answered, "I do, Uncle Dean."

"How old are you gonna be?" he asked.

"Uncle Dean," she sassed, placing her hands on her hips, "You should know this."

He chuckled as he began tickling her stomach. "Listen here," he fake scolded her.

Her squeals and giggles could be heard throughout the whole house. She had such an infectious laugh.

"Alright, you two. Time for bed," I said once again as I picked my daughter up. "How about Uncle Dean tells you a bedtime story to make up for not finishing your episode?"

Just then, Cas walked over. "Would you mind if I help Dean tell Annie a bedtime story tonight?"

That was strange. He usually hated being near Annie without me, considering he was usually afraid he was going to do something wrong or un-humanlike.

"Well, sure, if you think you can handle it," I joked, placing Annabelle in his arms.

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[ Castiel's POV ]

I walked to Annabelle's room with her in my arms. She yawned a lot of the way there, so I assumed she was pretty tired. I could hear Dean walking behind us.

Dean took Annie from me, lifting her in the air and making an airplane sound before placing her in the bed. I was sure this was something human children enjoyed, seeing as they did this to Annie all the time. I wasn't sure why she enjoyed it though.

Dean ended up telling Annabelle a bedtime story about a dragon and a princess. Silly Dean, dragons don't exist. Princesses existed though, that I was sure of. Even if she wasn't actually a princess, Annie was a princess in my eyes.

"Mmm, good night, Bean," Dean said as he kissed Annabelle on the forehead.

"Good night, Uncle Dean," she replied with a smile.

Dean started to walk away, though I hesitated and continued to stand by her bed.

"You coming, Cas?"

"Yeah, um, just give me a minute. I have something I need to ask Annie about," I replied.

"Uh, OK," he responded awkwardly before walking out.

"What is it, Daddy?" she asked as I kneeled down beside her bed.

"Well, tomorrow is a very special day for you and your mom," I started.

"Mhm."

"And I have a question for you."

"What is it?" she questioned.

"Well, I love your mother very much, Annie. And I love you very much as well," I continued.

"I love you very much too, Daddy."

"I was wondering if I could ask your mom to marry me."

She nodded in response with a big smile. "I'd like that a lot. And I'm sure Mommy will like it too."

Internally, I was both rejoicing and letting out a sigh of relief. I was panicking over what Annie's response would be, so to know she was OK with me asking Y/N to marry me was a huge weight off my shoulders, or however the phrase goes.

I stood up, prepared to leave, when Annabelle stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"Hey, Daddy?"

"Yes, Annie?"

"Good luck asking Mommy to marry you. Though I'm positive she'll say yes," she told me before sitting up and hugging me.

I slightly hugged back, patting her back as I did so. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

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[ Y/N's POV ]

"Good morning, Mommy," were the first words I heard the next morning.

I opened my eyes to see Annie, already dressed for the day in the new outfit I'd bought for her party. "Now, who got you up and ready?"

"Sam-Bam did," she answered matter-of-factly.

Sam-Bam: my nickname for Sam. I called him that when I was younger to get on his nerves, seeing as he was the youngest and I could get away with it, but then at some point that just transitioned into my nickname for him all the time. I'd made the mistake of calling him that one too many times in front of her, so now, Annie never called him Uncle Sam anymore. He was her Sam-Bam too.

"Well, wasn't that nice of Sam-Bam?"

"Yes," she said as she nodded. "He sent me in here to tell you that he and Uncle Dean made breakfast for us."

Jokingly, I told her, "I thought I smelled something burning."

"Mom, that's not very nice," she informed me.

I internally laughed at her comment. "Well, my little three-nager, why don't you head out to the kitchen and wait for Mommy to get ready?"

"Mom," she spoke with her hands on her hips, "I'm not a three-nager anymore."

I giggled, "Sorry," before sending her out of my room.

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"Took you long enough," Dean joked as he sipped his morning coffee.

"Sorry," I replied sarcastically as I grabbed the last plate of food.

"So, our little girl is four now," Dean said.

"You know, she had the audacity to tell me she was no longer a three-nager. My baby's growing up."

"You better watch out. Next thing you know, she's gonna be driving the Impala around and holding hands with boys that aren't me and Sam."

"She will be doing no such thing," I laughed. I then looked around, spotting Annie and Cas in the living room and noticing Sam was gone. "Speaking of, where is Sam-Bam?"

"He went to pick up the C word."

"Ah, yes, champagne," I laughed, knowing he was talking about the cake.

"What's champagne?" Annie asked as she entered the room.

"You're too young to worry about it," I answered, picking her up and putting her in my lap.

Moments like these were my favorites. Little insignificant moments, moments that didn't really matter but they meant the world to me.

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"OK, are you ready for your last present?" I asked Annabelle as I walked over with the last present.

"Yes, please," she replied.

I placed the box in front of her and she immediately began ripping the paper out of the top of the bag. She pulled out a box to reveal she'd gotten an equestrian Barbie, something she'd been begging for for months.

"Yay!" she shouted, immediately trying to rip the box open.

"What do you tell Uncle Dean for getting you a new Barbie?"

She ran up to Dean, kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Uncle Dean."

"No problem, Bean."

She handed the box to Dean, knowing he'd probably be able to open the box with his pocket knife.

Castiel suddenly stood up from his seat on the couch. He appeared to have a nervous look on his face.

"What is it, Cas?" I asked him.

"I actually have one more gift," he declared. "It's actually a present for both of you."

I was a little stunned. I had no knowledge of him getting either of us a gift. In fact, I'd just signed his name to a couple of the gifts I'd gotten Annie so she wouldn't think Cas forgot about her birthday.

He pulled me by the hand, pulling me up from my seat on the couch. "I want to give you your gift first."

"OK," I said with a giggle.

Suddenly, he bent down on one knee in front of me. Wasn't expecting that at all.

"Y/F/N, over the past four years, I've been shown what human love truly is. You show me human love every day, and more importantly, you show Annie human love that I didn't even know was possible. That being said, I've been thinking a lot lately and realized I want to be able to experience that kind of love every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" He finished his statement by holding up a blue, velvet box with a shiny engagement ring in it.

"Hells yeah!" I shouted, tears streaming down my cheeks as I wrapped myself around him.

Once I'd finally released Cas, he gave me a delicate kiss and slid the ring onto my finger.

I took a moment to admire it. It was everything I could've imagined my dream engagement ring to look like. It fit like a glove and was beautiful against my skin tone.

"Well, that being said, I have a gift for you too, Annabelle," Cas commented as he turned to Annie.

Next, he bent down in front of her on one knee. "I feel like it's only fair to ask you a similar question to what I asked your mom. After all, I'm not just marrying her, I'd become your father. So, are you OK with me marrying her and me becoming your dad?" he asked as he held up a ring in front of her.

Needless to say I was a bucket of tears after he did this.

"Hells yeah," she repeated.

I laughed as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I looked over at Dean, who had a proud look on his face. "Did you do this?"

"I may have helped," he answered.

"Hey, I helped pick out the rings," Sam added matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, but I gave him the idea."

I wrapped both of them in a hug, one arm around each of their necks. "I love you, boys."

This was one of those moments I wished I could play on a loop for the rest of time. I couldn't believe Cas and I were getting married, but more than that, I couldn't believe he was actually gonna be Annie's daddy for real now.

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Hello! I was wondering if you'd be analysing the scene where Mary gives John the A.G.R.A flashdrive, since you said you were re-writing some. You don't have to if you weren't planning to! I just wanted to ask if you were. Have a good day, and good luck with all your metas! <3

I have written essentially nothing about HLV because S4 caught up with me and then for a time I didn't see the point in doing it. I wanted to though and since I've got some free time tonight, why not, let's turn this ask into a meta / analysis now <3

I'm not sure what part exactly interests you the most; the A.G.R.A flashdrive itself or the whole scene in general? I'm gonna go with how I originally intended this to be written which is pretty broad and essentially covers the whole S3 in some ways. Therefore it is "a little" long. So the title will be:

Why did Sherlock push John and Mary back together?

Sherlock's behaviour after his near-murder by Mary has been one of the most baffling parts of the BBC Sherlock narrative. The confusion only worsens in S4 when Sherlock almost replaces John with Mary as his favourite companion in crime solving. While S4 stretched loose threads to an extent that was hardly convincing anymore instead of explaining anything, there probably is an... acceptable explanation as to why Sherlock started acting so curiously in S3.

For this we need to examine their whole dynamic in S3. It is true that Sherlock and Mary get along better than Sherlock did with John's previous girlfriends but this is thanks to how Mary chose to deal with Sherlock and not the other way round.

The decisive moment was when Mary agreed to talk John into forgiving Sherlock and she told John she liked Sherlock. Mary was cleverer than the other girlfriends and she knew Sherlock's return would threaten her place next to John. Her best bet was to act like a supporter instead of an antagonist. Sherlock appreciated this and thus liked her more than the others.

Nevertheless, their relationship WAS antagonistic but just enough to pass under John's radar. Sherlock was in a perpetual state of anxiety leading to John's wedding, assuming full control of it in order to not feel he was losing control of his life. Mary saw that and understood what it meant and pushed John to distract Sherlock with cases and with the promise that nothing would change after the wedding. Because Mary knew a sad Sherlock would sooner or later lead to a sad John.

Here are some prime examples of Sherlock and Mary's antagonism in TSOT:

This:

JOHN: Look, Sherlock, this is the biggest and most important day of my life-

SHERLOCK: Well...

J: No, it is. IT IS.

Sherlock couldn't bear to listen to John explaining the impact Mary had on his life.

Then the plainest one of all, in which Mary directly rubbed in Sherlock's face that she was now the one John loved the most and that Sherlock wasn't even the first.

MARY: Oh, Sherlock... Neither of us were the first, you know.

SHERLOCK: Stop smiling.

M: It's my wedding day!

Sherlock frees himself from her grip, desperate enough to call Mycroft to save him.

And lastly this:

SHERLOCK: What are you talking about? What is she talking about? Get your wife under control!

JOHN: She is right.

S: Oh, you've changed!

So, the conclusion is that Sherlock and Mary were putting up appearances in front of John. Sherlock tolerated Mary because she was cleverer and didn't oppose to his friendship with John and Mary tolerated Sherlock because she knew this was the way to John's...heart? Well, so she thought. However, she knew how Sherlock felt for John. What she probably missed was how John felt for Sherlock, as she was confident enough in her own ability to keep him.

Sherlock makes his vow to always be by their side after he deduces Mary is pregnant - makes me guess John's baby was a gamechanger for him to care about her more.

However, the moment John and Mary leave for their honeymoon their relationship deteriorates more.

If we take into account John's blog, Sherlock was posting nonsense in John's absence and John was spending more time watching the blog than being with Mary. Sherlock exposes him, asking if his wife knows he has been reading his post instead of having sex with her, which is another antagonistic comment and then later Mary scolds John that he is again on the blog instead of with her. I mean, all this is pretty harmless but it is as deep as the blog goes anyways.

The beginning of His Last Vow is the biggest evidence. John has not seen Sherlock for a month. Mary now shows signs of anger when John assumes the neighbour needed Sherlock and claims he hasn't seen him in ages. The problem is apparently big enough that John every morning contemplates leaving his pregant wife. What's more, Sherlock knows John has been considering this, like Bill Wiggins deduced. Therefore, once Mary seals the deal, she grows more and more intolerant of John's need for Sherlock, apparently proving she didn't really mean all this crap about nothing changing after the wedding, and Sherlock tells John almost to his face that he knows that John isn't happy in his marriage and that he misses his life with him. Obviously, John never talks about these matters openly and shuts down.

But all this proves Sherlock and Mary did not have a good relationship and if John made a big decision right there, Sherlock probably wouldn't try to change his mind.

Sherlock and Mary's relationship improved after she... shot him.

This seems insane and like horrible writing but we can rely on John's confusion to assume that it was meant to not look like a reasonable development.

Even before the shooting Shelock knew something was up with Mary. Look what he tells her after they meet in Leinster Gardens:

It is an old enough technique known to the kind of people who could recognize a skip code on sight...

And Sherlock wasn't realizing all this after the shot because he already told Mary as she was approaching the meeting point the following:

MARY: How did you know I'd come here?

SHERLOCK: I knew you would talk to the people no-one else would bother with.

M: Huh, I thought I was being clever.

S: You're always clever Mary, I was relying on that. I planted the information for you to find.

This means Sherlock already had prepared half the plan way before the shooting. He had somehow tricked Anderson into following him in Leinster Gardens. He planted many fake alternatives, wanting to check if Mary could find the right one. He was suspecting Mary was an agent and he waited for the right moment to spill the beans. This could - and must - be another reason he was so tolerant with her presence around.

What's more, before the Leinster encounter, Sherlock was convinced he was going to oppose to Mary and John would divorce her with his blessing.

One proof is Jim Moriarty, inside Sherlock's mind, which means it's Sherlock himself:

That wife...prffft. You are letting him down, Sherlock. John Watson is definitely in danger.

Another is this one:

JOHN: Mrs Hudson, why does Sherlock think that I'll be moving back in here?

MRS HUDSON: Oh yes, he has put your chair back again, hasn't he?

Therefore Sherlock expected to bring Mary to justice and go on living with John.

So what changed his mind? The "surgery" shot.

I don't know what the hell Moffat had in his mind but this WASN'T a surgery shot. But honestly I think he hid hints everywhere. Let's see what happens inside SHERLOCK'S mind as he is DYING:

You're almost certainly going to die, so we need to focus - Molly Hooper

and

MYCROFT: What was directly behind you when you were murdered?

YOUNG SHERLOCK: I am not murdered yet!

M: Balance of probability, little brother.

and of course

Anyway, point is, Sherlock (hopefully) knew this was a killing shot. It wasn't a surgery shot, it was a shot meant to stop his heart long enough that the doctors would give up and it was a shot that even a few days later would have caused him another cardiac arrest. It was a killing shot where the chance of death was way above 50% and Sherlock knew it. So the argument "enough to hospitalize me, not enough to kill me" is bullcrap. Plus Mary replies nothing to this.

Supposedly, Sherlock based his decision on what to do with Mary on how good a shot she was. The problem is that if Mary hadn't aimed right and almost killed him accidentally, that would be bigger proof that she wouldn't want him dead! So what sort of lunatic deduction was that?

No, Sherlock concluded she meant to kill him. But also Mary said this:

Because John can't ever know that I lied to him. It would break him and I would lose him forever. And Sherlock, I will never let that happen. Please, understand, there is nothing in this world I would not do to stop that happening.

In short, Mary just negated everything Sherlock deduced and threatened to kill him again and again. What she also did though is basically declare she would do anything to keep John by her side and to protect him from anything that would destroy him. John wasn't in danger of Mary. Everyone else was but not John, because Mary would do literally anything so that John wouldn't ever be in danger.

And because Sherlock is a tad ridiculous, he saw himself in her.

Sherlock did a similar thing in the end of the same episode. He killed a bad man - but no criminal in the conventional sense - so that John's life wouldn't be disturbed. He willingly was confined and then exiled to a suicide mission so that John could have a stable family life, not regarding that Sherlock's exile and death would be actually what would disturb him the most.

So Sherlock came up with a lie that Mary incapacitated him but not killed him, so that John could forgive her and go on with his safe living. He had nothing to be afraid of, as long as Mary was by his side.

Sherlock saw an excellent substitute for himself in Mary. A female Sherlock that would have socially acceptable sex with John and give him children. And because now Sherlock would play the card Mary played in the beginning, that of the supporter, Sherlock could be safely close to them as the best man and best friend. What more could John possibly want?

Well, John wanted Sherlock. Only. Despite his inhibitions, he knew by this point that he only wanted Sherlock. And in fact, even with these grim developments, John had thought this was the great opportunity he had to leave Mary and the child without feeling guilt. For more on that, and the whole S3 and S4 through John's perspective, read my meta "John's Choices (from TEH to TLD)".

As stated above, not realising Sherlock was THE most important person in John's life was Mary's big mistake. She overestimated herself. Sherlock apparently made the same mistake, even though I am pretty sure he knew John's feelings for him since at least ASIB. But John's insistence to marry Mary is what probably made Sherlock think John had reconsidered. Sherlock was realizing that Mary was the most fitting woman to keep John happy.

This is why he downplays John's furious protests against Mary, to the point that John rightfully gets mad at him too. Sherlock is reaching, trying to convince John why Mary is the best bet for him.

John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You are abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people, so is it truly such a surprise that the woman you fall in love with conforms to that pattern?

And because shit has hit the fan, John can't keep the secret inside him for much longer. And nearly choking, he says:

But she wasn't supposed to be like that.

This worries Mary and it bloody well has to.

By the way, this is not my work. That's the subtitler of the file I downloaded. Admit it, you 'd want to go for coffee with this subtitler.

Anyway, John essentially says he did not marry Mary out of love because he didn't think she ticked off the list. Moreover, by asking Sherlock why Mary is...well, like Sherlock... shows that all this time he hadn't thought Mary had a similar effect on him. Let's not forget his miserable first month of marriage. Even if Mary challenged him enough that John could bear to stay with her in the absence of an alternative, it still wasn't enough to make him fall in love with her. John says to Sherlock: "I didn't choose her to love her and forget you, I choose her to go on with a steady and healthy life because I knew I couldn't forget you".

Sherlock refuses to acknowledge what John reveals to him and tells him that since John kept her in his life and decided to marry her, it was proof that even subconsciously Mary was the right one for him. And there were other reasons of course. Would it be easy for John to stop being internally homophobic? Sherlock believes John had many right reasons to choose Mary, even if true love wasn't one of them. "You saw things in her, you just didn't realise it". And he fails John so, so bad.

John was basically saving that TLD beating since this moment.

Why is everything...always... MY FAULT?

This is addressed to both Mary and Sherlock. In this context, mostly Sherlock actually. John wants to scream that the unresolved problems between them are hardly only John's fault. Sherlock rejected John all those few times that John was getting daring (the last one a second ago), he always went on and on about how he wasn't interested in romantic entanglement and then faked his death for two years, both devastating and betraying John. If John now thought his only resort to some mind peace would be a healthy marriage, you could hardly blame him.

Anyway, Sherlock insists and John unwillingly allows Mary to tell her story, only because apparently Sherlock wants it THAT much.

Your way. Always your way.

John does this for Sherlock, not Mary. And this is also an implication - a bitter remark - a vengeful accusation that it's actually Sherlock's fault that they aren't together.

They sit down and Mary hardly talks because Sherlock has come up with everything. Mary confirms nothing. This was the only time she had a chance to convince John that, yes, indeed, she didn't try to kill Sherlock. Yet she remains quiet.

Sherlock fabricates this story that Mary saved his life. However, there is truth in this lie. Sherlock says Mary shot him and not Magnussen so that John wouldn't be accused of the murder. Mary didn't truly want to kill Sherlock and it was proven by her broken voice when she apoligized to him and of course when she took the bullet to redeem herself. To put it simply, Mary only chose John over Sherlock and Sherlock didn't blame her for this one bit. In fact, he applauded it. Was it the right choice? No. Wasn't it incredibly selfish? Yes, she should have turned herself in. But she was fighting for herself and for John, whom she wanted madly and Sherlock respected that because he was feeling the same and he, unlike Mary, wasn't selfish. Mary is a little Moriarty - a Moriarty from John's side.

And now some problems:

The rest is the proof of the discontinuity between S3 and S4.

Mary gives John the AGRA flashdrive, saying these were her initials. In The Six Thatchers, when John asks her why she said that, Mary responds "In a way that was true". Now, this is not a good answer in fiction. The plot was probably changed there.

Sherlock deduces Mary is not British and Mary confirms it. In TST, she is referred to as "the English woman" and her birth name is Rosamund Mary instead of Mary Elisabeth. So she is British. And she changed only half her name, a tad stupid for a fugitive. Major plot hole there.

There are changes in Mary's character that we can't really speculate a lot on. Adjusting Mary's story arc was one of S4's biggest problems.

This was my reading of the whole scene from all the sides, rooting it to the dynamics of the entire S3.

So, to conclude this, Sherlock and Mary somehow bonded over Sherlock's near murder. Sherlock saw a very skilled and dangerous woman that had fallen in love with John and would do anything to keep him safe and excited. Mary saw in Sherlock an unassuming friend, someone who could understand her choices and help her keep John by her side. In their effort to keep John safe and happy, they both neglected John's biggest need, which was Sherlock as a companion (either a friend or a lover), a truth that of course was hard to confront anyway. They entirely strip him of his entitlement to his own feelings in S4 believing they are the ones who know better, while John's contempt for them both only grows with time, resulting in mild adultery and physical violence.

[ablackfangirlwrites]

Jealous ll

Part 2!!!! I linked the sone again cause its a bop and I love it also heres pt one!

You had had enough

Thats what you kept telling yourself

As you got ready tonight

You weren't going sit in the house anymore waiting for keigo to show up whenever he felt like it

Tonight you were going out for you

You thought about how you used to have fun, how you used to be happy

And how miserable you had been lately and you decided

If Keigo didnt appreciate you anymore

Then you'd find someone who would

So thats why you found yourself looking in the mirror admiring how well you dressed up tonight to go out

You almost forgot how hot you were when you put in a little effort

You had originally stopped because keigo would tell you how beautiful and perfect you were without make up or anything

But now you were on the prowl for someone new to notice you and keigo's words meant little to nothing to you right now

Tonight you were gonna find someone to show you just a little bit of attention you craved so much and it wasnt going to be keigo

Just then you saw keigo staring at you from the reflection in mirror

he was home unusually eailer

"Dont you have to work?" You asked bitterly

"Where are you going?" He asked ignoring your statement

Sighed and rolling your eyes and picking up your purse you turned to him before leaving the bedroom, "Out. You don't have to wait up for me."

"You're being ridiculous y/n."

He said following you but you ignored him

"Y/n? Y/n?" He kept calling you, "You cant just go out an-"

"And why not?" You turned to him before you left the apartment, "according to you were not even really dating-"

"You know why that is." He told you seriously

You huffed out a fake laugh, "yeah, but its still okay for you to flirt with anyone?"

Keigo didnt respond to that making you chuckle, "Exactly...like I said im going out dont wait up." Then you slammed the door leaving.

You knew you were being unreasonable with him

You knew the two of you needed to just talk and make up

But you kept letting your anger from all your arguments cloud your judgment

Because you just wanted him to feel the same hurt and jealously you had been feeling more then anything

Keigo stared at the door you had just slammed

Things somehow got worse in the following days after your argument on your anniversary

You refused to talk to him

He tried to apologize to you but you basically brushed him off

Keigo wasn't sure what to think you said you hated him, you wouldnt sleep in the bed with him

Yet you hadn't packed up and left so that was good right?

But that distance that was growing between the two of you was wider then before

And he didnt know what to do to fix it

And now you were going out clearly dressed to find someone else

Did you really hate him? Had you really had enough of him?

Hell, he couldnt even blame you if you did he thought

You had put up with so much of him up until now

And maybe some of what you said the other night was true? Had he gotten too comfortable with you always being there?

But that was only because he loved you

Keigo was truly in love with you, and dispite you suspensions he never cheated on you

And he would never do that, you were the only one he wanted even now when you two seemed to be at each others throats

He still wanted you, and he couldn't picture his life without you

So thats why he ended up following you to the bar you were currently at

He made sure you hadnt noticed him staying in the back out of your sight

And he hated what he saw

He saw you having fun

You had met up with some of your girlfriends the three of you all laughing and drinking

You acting like you didnt have a care in the world, like the two of you didnt argue before you left out

Having a good time as if you didnt leave him alone in the house

He watched you dancing as though you were having the time of your life as other mean stared and gawked at you

He watched as a guy singled you out and was clearly flirting with you

And worst you let him and was encouraging him

You kept touching his shoulder laughing at his jokes letting him dance against you

Words couldnt describe the irritation he felt watching

He wanted nothing more then to rip that mans hands off you and fly away with you in his arms

But part of him felt like he deserved this

This feeling he had, was it how you felt?

If so he needed to fix this, was all that he could think

And he was about to go to you, but before he could someone called out his name

"Hey! Hawks is here!"

Fuck he said to himself when a crowd started to form around him

His eyes then connected with yours knowing you heard he was here

And for a moment he thought you were gonna come up to him

But instead you kept talking to the random guy ignoring him

Hawks wanted to go to you and talk to just take you back home

But was having trouble getting away from the crowd

He was all smiles talking to his fans but the whole time he kept his eyes on you

But somehow it became a battle to see who was going to be more stubborn

You continued to dance with the random guy, but now you knew keigo was here watching you

You convinced yourself not to care, you came here to have fun and he wasnt going to ruin it for you

But thats just what he was doing as you watched him talk to some random girl now

He was here to get under you skin, you were sure of it

But two could play this little game

Both of you having this little war with each other watching each other from across the room

And you couldnt lie you were enjoying it a bit

Seeing his eyes watching you, knowing he had to be feeling the sting of jealousy as another man held you close

But It all came to a head when you saw the girl he was dancing with lips on his neck

He wasnt looking at you when you saw that all his attention clearly on her

You couldn't deny the sharp feeling in your chest at the sight

And not wanting to see anymore you left the dance floor telling the guy you needed to go to the bathroom

Hawks pulled away from the handsy fan

Denying anymore of her advances

Yeah he had been trying to get under your skin now but thats was a bit much

But now when he looked up to find you again, only to see you were gone

His stomach sank

Where did you go? You had to had just seen that?

Did you leave with that guy? Hawks started to panic when he didnt seem him either

Where did you go? Why was he being so stupid just now? He should have just went to talk to you

Just then keigo noticed the guy you had been flirting with at the bar and went up to him

"The girl you were dancing with? Where'd she go?"

The guy looked at him like he was crazy "whats it too you?" He challenged him

But keigo wasnt in a playful mood and grabbed the man by the collar, "Answer the question asshole."

The guy quickly put his hands up in defeat, "she just said-

"Hawks?"

He heard his name called out and looked behing him to see you

"What are- you are so unbelievable." Yku shook your head storming off

You couldn't believe him he had the audacity to attack the guy you had been talking to

It didnt take much thought to figure out why

And it annoyed you to no end

So keigo could flirt and let girls kiss all over him but if you had a guy around you that was too much

He was such a hypocrite

You were angry your whole way back home

You stood in the mirror once you got back

But with a different feeling in your stomach then the feeling you had before you left

You felt defeated your plans of fun had been ruined and you felt like your back in the same spot you had been in

Hawks was giving you a little bit of space taking his time getting back home

Because now you were probably madder than before at him

When hr got in he saw you had just got out the shower

"Y/n..."

You heard him call out your name But you ignored him

Y/n, you have to listen to me."

You werent going to turned around but before you knew it he hugged you from behind

"Im sorry."

"Let go of me hawks." You spat out but he didnt budge

"Just listen to me y/n..."

"Why are we doing this to each other?" You asked quietly, "Why do you keep hurting me? What are we even doing? It clearly isnt wor-"

"Ive been an idiot, y/n."

Keigo buried his face in your neck, "I've been so stupid, but please please dont leave me."

You were trying to fight back tears, "I dont want to leave you keigo....but I cant-"

"Dont say you can't with me anymore. I need you." Keigo pleaded holding you tighter

You were so frustrated

You still loved him, you still wanted to be with him, because when things are good between you they're great

But the way your relationship had been it was becoming too much

But you wanted to stay with him

Because you loved him

You moved your hands and held on to his arms secretly enjoying his embrace that you missed so much

"I know you mean well keigo-"

"I love you so much y/n," keigo cut you off again, "I know ive been an asshole, ive been neglectful, ive been the worst, but dont give up on me. Please."

You finally turned around to face him and hugged him back

You could see the sincerity in his eyes as you did "I love you too keigo but I just cant do this- we keep hurting each other...thats not what your supposed to do to the people you love."

Keigo pulled back "You want me to tell everyone about us? I will." He told you, "You want me to tell you everything ive been doing I will, I promise you Ill to whatever it takes to fix us. I dont want to live the way we have anymore."

You knew he was serious and your heart leaped hearing his words but you werent sure

"You're the only one I want y/n" he said giving you a light kiss

Almost like he was asking for permission

"Ill do whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

He said inbetween kisses, "you're so important to me, im sorry i made you think you weren't."

You couldnt lie he was finally saying everything you wanted to hear

And you wanted to believe him

"You promise?" You asked him

"I promise."

[outerbanks-fandom]

Princess of the Outerbanks (2)

Part 1

Description: keggers aren’t always bad

warnings; swearing, female reader

Word count: 826

Another night another kegger. It was a smaller night at the boneyard, the pogues, a few tourons and I filled the beach. I was sandwiched between Sarah and Kiera. We watched Pope and John B as they shot gunned beers. Then Pope choked on it which caused the beer to spray out of his nose. In a fit of laughter I looked around for JJ to tell him what just happened, but I was met with something I definitely didn’t want to see. 

JJ Maybank and a random brunette girl making out near the water. I know he isn’t mine or anything but I thought we had something. Well that just killed my entire mood. Which Kiera noticed and followed my gaze, “He’s a jerk, but I wouldn't expect much from JJ. Always said he wasn't the relationship type.” I nodded and shrugged. “Girl your way too hot to be sad over JJ Maybank.” I know she was trying to cheer me up but it wasn’t necessary he’s not my boyfriend. “Okay, no more JJ talk, let’s go find our own tourons to mack on.” A grin plastered on my face that was soon mirrored on hers. “Hell yeah!” 

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That conversation is what sparked the one I was engaged with right now. The person I've been talking to for about 15 minutes, is named Alex, their genderfluid, originally from New Orleans but is here in obx for the summer. I know they prefer more masculine compliments but definitely was fine with me saying they were pretty. They were definitely someone I could see myself having a summer fling with if I wasn't so infatuated with a certain shaggy haired blonde surfer. “So if you don’t mind me asking, what do you identify as? I can certainly feel some flirting going on and I don’t really want to engage in something if your straight and just being friendly.” I giggled and shook my head, “No, I’m definitely not straight, I don’t really label my sexuality. I just like people, but if I had to I’d say I'm queer.” 

Alex and I talked for majority of the night migrating from the middle of the beach to, the keg to refill our drinks, we also sat by the bonfire for a bit before Alex had to return to their beach house. We exchanged snapchats and I walked with them to their car. “Tonight was fun, like a lot of fun. But I can’t help but notice a blue eyed blondie staring daggers into me.” 

I didn’t even have to turn around to know who they were referring to. “Yeah, that’s JJ. He’s not my boyfriend or anything but we definitely aren’t just friends, or so I thought. I found him making out with some random girl earlier.” They  nodded and smiled, “So you were using me as payback” my eyes just about popped out if my head. “NO, I mean no. I didn’t- No just no” words left my mouth before I even formed a sentence in my head. Alex smiled again, “I never said it was a bad thing. I’m gonna kiss you now, but if you don’t want that to happen please tell me. My ego won’t be shattered promise.”

They leaned in when I just smiled in return of their statement, and I didn’t stop them. Before I knew it Alex had put their hand on my cheek and kissed me softly and everything was just bittersweet. “Good night Y/n, call text if you ever wanna use me again. Don’t turn around now but blondie’s head might explode.” 

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“Okay Y/n who was that?” Sarah asked smirking, “that was Alex, they’re here for the summer.” Sarah and Kiera continued to investigate me and of course I answered nut my thoughts were mostly stuck on JJ staring at me. He had a look in his eyes that would scare even The Hulk. ‘Chateau. Now.’ he mouthed but I ignored him, he wasn’t gonna ruin my night by yelling at me. My complete disobedience didn’t go unnoticed in fact it pissed him off more. So much that he stormed over to the girls and I grabbed my arm and yanked me towards my car. “Sorry girls gotta borrow Y/n for a bit.” 

He continued to pull me and I fought back at first but soon realized it was no use. “give me your keys.” I rolled my eyes, “No.” 

“That wasn’t a question princess.” the way he said ‘princess’ gave me chills but not the good kind. His voice was laced with so much venom. I still held my grown though and got in the drivers seat slamming my door in his face, He laughed. That mother fucker laughed. Not a giggly laugh either, like ‘I'm a psychotic mother fucker’ laugh. That didn’t stop me from starting my car and waiting for him to get in my passenger seat. 

“This’ll be a long night.” “Shut up Y/n” 

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[trico-cottage]

❀Ghost In Action -BFU Shane x Reader x Ryan (Platonic)-

Pairing: Ryan Bergara x reader (Platonic) Shane Medej x reader (Platonic)

Gn!reader

Warnings: Language, slight innuendo

Word Count: 1,491

"Back to where it all began" Ryan announced to the camera. I stifled a laugh and followed him as he did a dramatic slow walk towards the house. Shane just gave the camera a look and picked up his bag while shaking his head and walking ahead of us.

"We came here as boys, now we return as men.. and woman." Shane added, receiving a look from me as he glanced back at us.

"I'm glad to be back. How's it feel being your first time here Y/N?" Ryan asks, turning to me as I gaze up at the mansion.

"Gotta be honest, not looking very haunted from out here. In fact, it's really just beautiful." I say, turning to face the boys. Shane chuckles and nods. "Yeah, it wasn't very haunted last time we visited, on account of the fact that ghosts aren't real." He adds pointedly.

Ryan rolls his eyes at the tall man and picks up the sleeping bag he had dropped at his feet. Shane and I follow suit and the three of us walk through the doors of the mansion for a dramatic shot.

We all leave our belongings in a room and gather in the living room where the crew is setting up. I pull up a chair while Ryan rustles through his script papers.

After getting the mics and cameras set up, Ryan begins his reading for the history of the house. It was only 3pm, so we had plenty of time to get the narration done before we went hunting for the footage. "This week for the season premier on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we reinvestigate the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, California, as a part of our ongoing investigation into the question, are ghosts real?" Ryan recites to the cameras, earning the usual shake of the head from Shane. I smile at the camera and turn back to Ryan as he continues with the history of the house.

"Avid fans of the show may remember that this is the site of our first paranormal investigation ever, and tonight, we return to once again tangle with Sarah Winchester and her cast of ghouls. This time stronger, faster, and more prepared with Y/N on our side. And tonight, we're actually gonna sleep here unlike last time." Ryan narrates as Shane and I make faces and gestors at the camera.

"You guys are lucky you brought me, because I brought snacks." I grinned, holding up a small backpack that crinkled as I let it drop the the floor.

"I'll stop by your room for concessions when Ryan's crying wakes me up then." Shane says while clapping his hands together, earning a glare from Ryan.

Upon nightfall, we head into our investigation. "You think you will talk to any ghosts this time? Maybe make some friends?" I tease Ryan as we head down a windowed corridor. "Shut it pip-squeak." He snaps back, shining his flashlight at me. "I'm literally like 2 inches shorter than you. If anyone here is short, is you, bite-sized bitch." I retort while panning my light over his figure.

"Could you two can it? You are both miniatures, no point in fighting about whose smaller." Shane says as he walks between the two of you. "Yeah? Says the walking fucking tree." I say, poking his back and sticking my tongue out at him. "Wow, real original, Shortcake." He scoffs while ruffling my hair. I reply by acting like I was going to bite him, and he laughs and keeps walking.

As we reach a peculiar set of stairs, Ryan tells a bit about them. "This is one of the stranger additions the the house, a set of stairs that leads to absolutely nowhere." Shane butts in "You know, if you walk up those there stairs, you'll find God!" He mocks in a crazy old man voice as I approach the steps. "Let's test it out and see!" I yell as I start dramatically climbing the stairs.

Once I was up as far as I could go, Ryan comments "Oh go on, you can go further than that!" I roll my eyes and turn around, curling up on the top set, squished against the ceiling. "Happy?!" I yell. "Sure am." Ryan says, laughing at my contorted body.

We continue touring the house, stopping to yell at ghosts and listen to Ryan talk about various facts. We eventually reach another door. "More rooms? I swear this house goes on foreverrrr." I whine. "Nope, this is a door you wouldn't want to go through." Ryan comments while tugging it open.

On the other side is a courtyard and a sheer drop. "That wasn't very well planned." Shane quips. I chuckle at him and Ryan just looks disappointed. I ignore them and carefully point my camera down to get a scary shot of the drop.

As I lean forward a bit, one of the boys nudges my back and I struggle to grab the doorframe. I turn and look at them and glare. "Not funny assholes." I growl as they look at me confused. "What are you talking about?" Ryan asks. "I'm talking about whichever one of you just fucking tried to push me." I hiss back. They give each other a look and I shake my head and turn back to the courtyard.

I crouch down to avoid them pushing me out and point my camera back down to finish the shot. As I'm panning my camera up, I get pushed again. This time I wasn't fast enough to grab the frame and I toppled out to the ground below. The boys shout as they and the crew rush out as fast as they can.

When they reach me in the courtyard, one of the crew members calls an ambulance. "Not.. funny." I grumble as I try pushing myself up. With a pained groan, I let myself fall back to the concrete.

Once the ambulance arrives, both the boys frantically ask them questions. The paramedics push them back, letting them know only family is allowed in the vehicle, and they will have to drive to the hospital. Shane convinces them to let him ride with me under the excuse of him "being my boyfriend". Ryan hops into the car and follows the ambulance to the hospital.

After a couple hours, a nurse entered the waiting room and informed the boys that they could come get me to be discharged. They both jumped up and followed her to my room and were greeted by the doctor.

"They have a concussion, fractured hip, a some scrapes and bruising. We got them all patched up. They'll be perfectly fine with some rest, just keep an eye on them." He says and looks up from his clipboard, directing his attention to Shane. "Try to hold off for a few weeks. Maybe more depending on how long the hip takes to heal." He comments, giving Shane a 'dad look' through his glasses.

Shane almost jumps to defend himself, before remembering telling the paramedics that he was my boyfriend. Instead, he just forces down a blush and nods at the doctor. The doctor just chuckles at him and looks back to his clipboard. "It looks like they are safe to leave. Remember to make sure they don't try to walk on their own and keep an eye on them." He says with a smile.

After getting back to my apartment, the boys helped to settle me in my bed. "So we talked to the producers on the way back, and they said we can schedule some time to go back if we need to, but I think we will have enough footage." Ryan explains while helping to grab some pajamas for me to change into. "And I sorted out your medical leave for you so you don't have to worry. I told them it was my fault."

"Wow, thanks for fessing up and telling them the truth." I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes. Shane is quick to defend Ryan. "It wasn't his fault. Neither of us even touched you. You must have just fallen yourself." I scoff at him with a glare. "Then I'm gonna need to see that footage because you two are a bunch of lying assholes."

Ryan's eyes widen as he realizes. "OH MY GOD WE CAUGHT A FUCKING GHOST ON CAMERA." He yells causing me to cringe and cover my ears from my headache. "That or they are just clumsy as hell." Shane comments, earning another glare from me.

"Can I just get some sleep and have you assholes leave me be?" I half-joke as I reach for some water. "Nah, we've gotta keep an eye on you. Doctor's orders." Shane says cheekily. I throw my pillow at them and they laugh, bidding me goodnight.

Let's just hope they are liars, and I didn't just get pushed out of a door by a ghost.

[bi-bard]

Life on Stage - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Life On Stage

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: by an anonymous reader

Word Count: 1,139 words

Warning(s): mentions of John Winchester

Summary: (Pre-Show) Sam wanted to be normal, so he decided to audition for a play at one of the many high schools he went to. Through that, he found someone to help him... truly help him.

Author's Note: I remember this distinctly because why did they just casually mention that Sam was a part of theatre and then just never talk about it again? I like to think it was his attempt to rebel and live a "normal life" before he could actually leave his dad.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I took a deep breath before walking over to Sam, the boy who had been cast opposite me in Our Town. He seemed sweet, a little closed off, but sweet nonetheless.

"Umm, hi," I said awkwardly.

Yeah, 16, not a great age for my self-esteem so it's not easy for me to talk to someone that I perceived as cute.

"Hi," he smiled at me, making my heart beat out of my chest.

"I just... Sorry... I thought I'd properly introduce myself since we're gonna be seeing each other a lot," I explained. "Plus, I know you're new so it'd probably be nice to have a friend... or just someone to talk to, y'know?"

"Yeah, thanks," he replied. "Well, I'm Sam."

"(Y/n)," I grinned, shaking his hand. "So, I don't know if you're busy or not but there's this diner that a lot of kids hang out at. Do you wanna go? We can talk about the school or the show or... anything?"

Jesus Christ, I'm an absolute mess. He probably was scared of me.

"Sure," he nodded. "That sounds great."

"Cool," I said. It was a Friday, so that's why I was offering it. "Umm... wanna go now?"

"I was hoping," he replied.

"Right, right, duh," I chuckled. I turned around, leading him out of the auditorium and through the halls. I felt like an absolute idiot.

We walked through the front door. There was an impala waiting there, rock music blaring from its speakers. I looked over when I heard Sam sigh.

"My brother," he explained quickly. "Just... Give a second and then we can go."

He jogged over to the car, leaning into the passenger window to talk to his brother. After a minute, he took a few steps back and his brother drove off.

"Sorry, had to tell him he didn't need to drive me home," he said. I nodded, saying that it was okay. "Where's your car?"

"Oh, I don't drive to school," I shrugged. "Everything is pretty close by."

Sam nodded.

"Come on," I said before starting the walk to the diner.

We spent the afternoon in a booth together. We ate and talked. He told me about how his family moved around a lot, how his brother and dad weren't excited about his role in the play, and how his mom died when he was just a baby.

I shared my family's story with him. The same small town my whole life, my dream to pursue acting, and always feeling the need to be the top in class so I could live up to my parents' standards.

After our afternoon together, Sam offered to walk me home.

As we walked down the road, still talking about anything and everything, I slowly reached over and brushed my hand against his. When he didn't pull away, I intertwined our fingers completely.

We looked at each other before both blushing and looking away.

We got to my gate and I went to walk inside, saying a quick goodbye. I stopped a few steps from my gate. He hadn't gotten far.

"Sam," I called, walking back over.

He looked back at me, meeting me at the gate.

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his gently. He slowly kissed me back, touching my waist gently. It was like he was scared I would break. Like he was scared he was going to break me.

I pulled away after a minute and basically whispered against his lips, "Break a leg at rehearsal tomorrow."

Sam chuckled, looking away and blushing, "You too."

I walked away again, turning back to wave at him before I went inside. I looked out my living room window, chuckling at the sight of Sam silently celebrating outside my gate.

--time skip--

"I don't think they're gonna come," Sam muttered.

Over the rest of rehearsals, Sam and I had a classic high school romance. Innocent and sweet and a dream come true. I tried to encourage him, slowly getting him to open up to me and tried to tell him that his dad and brother might come to the show.

I wanted to believe that they'd care about something Sam thought was important. Dean seemed to care so much for his brother, I was sure he'd care.

"It's okay," I wrapped my arms around him. "I'll treat you to dinner after the show, okay? Somewhere nice. My parents have a reservation and are already set on meeting you anyway."

"Okay," Sam nodded. He kissed my head. "We need to get ready."

I nodded, kissing his cheek, "Break a leg."

"Break a leg," he replied.

After the show, Sam was about to go get as cleaned up as possible. Stage make-up was impossible to get off on the first night but he was gonna try.

"(Y/n)," he said, causing me to stop before I went to change. He pointed at the bouquet sitting on his table. "You didn't have to do that."

I looked at them. It wasn't a super small bouquet but they didn't look store-bought. They looked like the flowers were from someone's garden and then tied together with string. I smiled.

"Sam, those aren't the ones I bought," I said. "I bought some. My parents were gonna give them to you. Those aren't them."

"What," he asked.

I walked over, there was a slip of paper in the string, "Sam."

He grabbed the note, "Good job tonight, Sammy. Probably will get you an Oscar. - Dean."

I wrapped my arms around him. He looked so happy knowing that his brother had been there for him.

"I told you he'd show," I mumbled. He chuckled. I looked up, seeing tears in his eyes. "Sam?"

"I... I didn't think he cared," he said. "It's just... It's nice to know that there are other things on his mind than the family business."

I leaned up, kissing his cheek, "Maybe if you can find him, we can drag him to dinner with my parents."

"I'll... I'll try."

"Okay."

I finished getting changed and cleaned up. I walked out to see my parents waiting for me. I saw Sam in the corner, holding the flowers his brother had gotten. His brother was standing in front of him.

Finally, I saw both of them start walking back. I happily waved at Sam.

"So, is your brother joining us," my mom asked Sam.

"If you'll let me," Dean replied. My parents nodded.

"Thank you," Sam said to his brother.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean tried to shrug off the whole event, but you could the genuine smile on his face.

He was happy that Sam was happy... even if their dad didn't have the nerve to be there.

In a matter of minutes, I grew to admire Dean's protectiveness over his brother... and he seemed to admire my commitment to his brother.

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Johnny Lawrence x kreese's daughter reader

Request:I love this! But like what about an imagine where the reader is kreese's daughter and a total badass (excuse my language please) and Johnny falls hard.... Maybe.... Please 🥺

Warnings: mild language. Fluff

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The sound of hard rock music blared from the speakers in the auto shop, well the garage, but you liked to call it your auto shop. It's a place you come and unwind, de-stressing by cleaning and tweaking a bit on your beat up 1967 chevrolet camaro, it's red paint chipping off a bit, black two lines racing down the hood of it. While you was distracted by washing the car you loved dearly, you didn't even notice your father walking inside the garage and turning your music off. You look up and can't help the little scowl that etched itself on your face.

"what the hell are you doing? Blasting that garbage loudly" he spoke with annoyance, eye's glued to you. You turn away from him and focus back on cleaning the camaro.

"well, I was cleaning my car while listening to music, but obviously you had to ruin that" you muttered with attitude, making your father angry.

"why don't you take a break from this stupid car and destroying your hearing with that damned music and train some with me in the dojo? God knows you need it" he looks you up and down, eye's flickering over your tiny muscles and weak looking self.

"are you implying I can't take care of myself now?" you ask him, throwing the cloth you held down and standing up, glaring at him.

"I'm implying that you need to learn more about you're own self defense, just looking at you makes me feel pathetic" he said, and even though he didn't intend it to sound insulting you scoff and shake your head.

"why don't you go back to you're dojo and prance around" you spat out, picking the rag back up and wiping the car down. Your father let's out a sigh and heads toward the exit, but stops to turn around towards you.

"you will always be my little girl y/n, I'm just trying to look out for you" you look over your shoulder at him.

"yeah? Well I'm capable of protecting myself, you've done taught me everything I need to know about self defense" you grumbled, he nods and walks out. You sigh and look at the red and black car with a little frown. Maybe you should show up at the cobra Kai dojo one day, surprise your father. You was growing a bit rusty with swift kicks and blocking....

The corner stores neon lights light up the darkness of the street. The moon out as the sun had descended the sky hours ago. Shutting your camaro off you step out of the car and head into the store, in search of snack foods and soda, tonight's planned dinner. Walking into the store you walk around, scanning the isles for whatever catches your eye's. But then you heard loud chatter among a group of people, when you take a peek like the curious person you are at the people you see a small group of guys, all wearing red jackets. You soon realize that it's cobra Kai jackets.

"hey beautiful, you look like you could really use a few drinks, wanna come along to a party with me and my friends?" you look away from the group of guys and see dark haired man standing beside you. Giving the stranger a unimpressed look you shake your head.

"I'm gonna pass, but thinks for the weird offer" you say and take a bag of chips off the shelf along with some bread.

"oh c'mon gorgeous, it'll be fun" he pushed, following you through the store. You take a six-pack of soda of another shelf and head for the checkout.

"listen pal. I said no, so leave me alone before I make you" you threatened, that caught the attention of the cobra Kai group. Placing the stuff in your arms down you watch the cashier scan them. But much to your dismay the stranger wouldn't leave....

"oh yeah? What's a small little girl like you gonna do?" he goes to grab your arm but you grab his hand and twist his rest, swiftly kicking his legs out from under him, causing him to fall on his knees where you then kick his chest.

"that" was all you said as you throw cash on the counter and grab your stuff and leave. But a certain someone followed you.

"hey! Wait up" you sling the bags into the passenger seat and lean on the car, watching the blonde man approaching, stopping in front of you with a impressed smile.

"that was awesome what you did back there, I was going to kick that guys ass for you but... It looks like you can handle you're own just fine" he said, blue eye's on you, but then look at the car behind you, "67 camaro, nice" he muttered with a grin.

"what did you want? Not to be rude or anything but I have dinner to make" you crossed your arms and look at the handsome man, although you didn't know him he had caused your heart to skip a beat, with those gorgeous blue eye's and soft face, you found it infuriating how gorgeous he really was.

"I originally wanted to say that you left your soda, but now I wanna look at this car" he points at the car with a smile, eye's alight with joy. You sigh and let a small smile etch its way on your face.

"take a look if you want, just don't try and steal it or anything" you joke while popping the hood open, letting him see inside. He chuckles while walking around to see the beauty of the motor.

"after what I saw in there, I don't think I have the balls to try and steal it" he joked right back, making you giggle.

"I'm y/n by the way" you outstretched your hand awaiting a handshake. He shakes your hand with a smile.

"johnny" he introduced as he then watches how you point out the cars original parts and the ones that you had put in yourself.

It was that night Johnny had started developing feelings for you. But the night he knew he was in love with you... That was a night he wouldn't forget.

Seated on the hood of your car, parked on a old barely used road, you and Johnny look over the city, eating candy as the radio played some rock song. After knowing Johnny for a few months you and him became close friends, he really dug your 'I don't give a shit' personality along with how tough you truly were. Needless to say, Johnny was smitten unbeknownst to you. That's how you found yourself here, head leaning on his shoulder as you was Laughing at Johnny's story he was telling you, about how he tried buying beer by flirting with the middle aged cashier lady.

"there is no way you actually thought that'd work!" you laugh, taking a sip of your drink as he chuckles. Arm wrapped around you.

"it's worked before I thought it would work again! No need to laugh at me" he says with a wide grin, sipping from his beer he managed to get.

"you're such a dork sometimes" you say, laughing lightly. Johnny hums a little in amusement.

"I'm not a dork" he defended himself with a teasing smile, looking down at you.

"says the man who thought a 50 year old woman would sell him beer just because he complemented her hair" you boop his nose making him scrunch it up and turn his head.

Just then a bunch of other teens pull up on the beautiful sight, loud music blaring from their car. You roll yours eyes and feel Johnny's hold on you tighten. The protective gesture warming your heart, even though you both knew you could handle your own well enough.

"looks like a couple of love-birds stole our spot guys" a man spoke up, his voice already pissing you off. Johnny could tell and throws the teens a glare.

"knock it off man, we were hear first" he tossed his beer bottle aside and keeps a eye on the jerks.

"oh yeah? We don't care, now beat it before you regret it losers!" a girl said from the girl, laughing along with the other man and girl in the car. Johnny jumps down from the hood of your camaro and looks them up and down.

"I Think you'll be the ones to regret it if you don't take you're pansy ass's down the road" johnny threatens. You stand beside him and watch how the man who spoke before gets out of the car along with the other one, the two girls staying put.

"shit, what are you doing do about it blondie? Braid our hair?" they laugh, but you felt anger boiling up within you at the goons.

"he's gonna break you're nose, or maybe I will" you growl at the men, making them burst out laughing. Johnny tenses his jaw, fists clenched. You could feel anger rolling off him. But you place a hand on his shoulder calming him down somewhat.

"like you could even throw a punch!" they laughed, really testing your patience. "you're nothing but a -

"a what?! Uh? " johnny seethes, blue eye's fixated a hard gaze on them.

"a little bitch" and that was all it took to have you pounce, shoving passed Johnny and using all the lessons and training your father taught you, kicking, punching and dodging like a professional. Your movements was fast, swift. You didn't even realize it but Johnny was stood frozen in his place, heart pounding, eye's glued to you absolutely kicking those men's ass. He knew he should have helped you, but he couldn't, he was hypnotized by you, how gorgeous you looked, how absolutely sexy it was with how you showed these jerks no mercy....

When the fight was over with the men left in a hurry, faces bruised and swollen, noses bleeding. You smirk and turn around to see Johnny in a trance, his eyes on you as his lips was parted in amazement.

"that was... Wow...." he muttered, causing you to laugh at him, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm obliged to have you staring at my ass the whole time Lawrence" you say, making him blush and began to stutter. "now I do believe we have a whole bag of chocolates to finish" you say hoping back up onto the hood of the car, eye's watching Johnny with amusement.

"I wasn't staring at you're ass!" he tried to explain but you laugh and shake your head at him. He hops up beside you and watched you open a chocolate bar and take a bite, offering him a bite from yours he indulges. His eyes unable to leave you.

"you have chocolate on your face" you giggle at him, when he goes to wipe it off he completely missed, so you take your thump and wipe it off the corner of his lips, pausing for a moment to take in how close your faces were, his blue eye's locked on your own y/e/c one's. You lean in closer, his breath fanning over your face as you feel his nose slightly bump yours.

He was the one that closed the distance between you, his soft lips moving against yours in a frantic passionate way, his hand instantly on the back of your neck pulling you closer to him, causing you to let out a little sound of surprise into the kiss. Smiling as you placed a hand on his chest, but your lungs longed for air, forcing him to pull away and smile down at you. You felt a flutter in your heart at the way he looked at you in that moment, with such love and affection, a sparkle you'd never forget...

Although Johnny knew that was when he fell in love with you, you knew he had feelings for you at the beginning.

Standing in your father's dojo you practiced moves on a dummy, practicing more so on your kicks, roundhousing and trying to practice getting your legs up higher with each brutal kick you landed. Watching from Afar was Johnny and his friends. Watching how your father teaches you different techniques. Johnny let's a little grin spread across his face, eye's glued to you.

"she's hot, look at how powerful those kicks are" Tommy said, making Johnny smack his arm.

"that's my girl, shut up" he said, eye's never leaving you.

"God her thighs are so freaking toned!" another said. But luckily Johnny didn't hear, to caught up in how you landed one final kick, earning criticism from your father. He stormed off and you looked over at Johnny and wink.

He was absolutely smitten with you. Even though you was kreese's daughter you and you was both dating in semi secret, he couldn't take his eyes off you. He fell hard for you...

A/n: here it is! I hope you like darling! Sorry if it took a bit long to write, and I apologize if it's not good👉👈🥺

[babydollangelica]

Well, Hiee people! This is gonna be my first post ever and I am not sure if it is a good Idea starting off with an angst, but I am dedicating it to a Yagi Toshinori/All might oneshot! Since its my first time on tumblr, please pardon any mistakes. I initially wanted to put it as Y/N but since its kinda gore, it didnt feel right.

Synopsis : Some Regrets will never leave you.

This event was placed during the time Bakugou got kidnapped and All Might used his full potential and lost his One For All against the Villian All For One.

Warning : angst, sexual assault foul language, gore, death.

Pairing : Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Fem/OC- Ayame

Original Villian Thorn

It was just another day for Ayame. She hummed and watered her plants. Ayame wasn't really special. Her quirk was mainly growing flowering plants. So she worked as a florist and grew various beautiful flowers. While humming she wondered 'oh, maybe tonight we can try out recent essential oil mix in the hot tub! Eucalyptus and rosemary will do well for toshi' she giggled and thought about all the possibilities after a hot tub would lead to. While Ayame was day dreaming, peonies bloomed all around the Flower Shop. Few locals who knew her very well called out "There you go again Ayame-san, are you missing him already?" She blushed and quickly apologized for the floral storm she caused. An elderly woman who was picking out flowers said "You don't have to apologize Ayame-chan you and your flowers are so beautiful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man. Ah..love. such a beautiful thing. Isn't it?" Ayame smiled and carefully handed the bouquet of white Lilies to her and said "don't worry about the payment Mrs. Ito" the elderly smiled and waved goodbye.

Ayame quickly closed the shop and headed home. She prepared the hot bath and some light dinner and waited for Toshi to come home. She noticed that Toshi was feeling low recently and wanted to do help him. She understands that although she can't fix his problems, she wants to be by his side when the going gets tough. So she patiently waits.

It is past midnight. The bath is gone cold. And so is the food. Ayame stomach growls woke her up from where she fell asleep on the kitchen counter. 'He still isn't home yet.' She gives him another call. And hears Toshi's cell ring outside the apartment. Frowning she walks towards the door and it opens, revealing a disheveled and exhausted Toshinori. Ayame gasped and held him in her arms and rubs his back. "Your alright. You are alright" she whispers reassuringly. He sigh "Bakugou is kidnapped and Young Midoriya and most of 1 A and 1 B are injured." She bites back tears, refusing to cry before him. "And here I am. The number one hero. Unable to do a thing in this state." He said bitterly and pulled away from Ayame's grasp. "Toshi, you-" He cut her off "we are making plans on raiding the place where Bakugou is kept captive. Momo smartly placed a tracking device on Bakugou. But the main issue is, All for one is most probably behind this. Ayame recalled the past conversation with Night Eye and looked at Toshi while she choked out "Toshi, no please don't" Toshi gingerly held her fingers between his own "This.....is why, we should have ended.....this, no. We never should have started anything to begin with. I should have never-" Ayame grasped his hand between hers and whispers "please Toshi, don't say this. Don't do this. We promised to be there for each other. No matter what the consequences were, we are going to face it together. Didn't we?" She kisses his finger, afraid that he may break out of trance and do what he has been planning to do. But Toshi pulled away again. "Ayame..... you are still so young. You still have so much ahead of you. I am nothing but a shell of a man, that may die tomorrow. Or soon. My power is not even my own, which I may lose in this battle. Please. Don't tie yourself down to me." She grabs hold of his shirt "Don't you dare say that! I am in love with Yagi Toshinori. Not because you are powerful. Or strong. But because you are you. I love you for who you are Toshi, and I am ready to walk down by your side to whatever path you have chosen. All I ask is for you to survive." Toshi grabs hold of his head "And you did Ayame! You have fulfilled it! You have walked down by my side. But I can't promise my survival. Which is why, you need to let go of me." Ayame rest her head against his chest. Tears running down her cheeks. "Toshi, my love... please don't" Toshinori gently pushes her away from him. He couldn't look at her. "Ayame, I am sorry.....Goodbye" he turns away and walks out of the door. Ayame froze. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered "Toshi..." getting back to her senses she rushes out of the door, trying to stop him. But she couldn't see him anywhere. She runs out on the streets in her nightgown yelling out his name. Searching for him. Asking the trees for help. But she never found him. Ayame sank to her knees and wails "Toshi, please don't leave me. Please" she kept crying in the middle of the streets. Her heart shattered.

The following day, the raid was conducted. Izuku, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Iida was able to rescue Bakugou while All Might intervened and fought One for All and defeated him. And in that process, he barely survived,completely lost his All For One Abilities and All Might's identity as Yagi Toshinori was now revealed to the world. But during that chaos, while all the Pro Hero's attention was on this raid, minor villains began causing havoc in most parts of the city. And now that the number one hero lost his power, doubt and fear began to rise in the country, feeding the Villians, making them more stronger. Unfortunately, Ayame fell victim to one of Hero Killer's followers, Thorn. And he has been keeping an eye on Ayame for a long time now. An obsessive psychopathic Villian who's quirk are Thorny Creepers. He made a pattern of her movements for over a span of 2 months now. Even keeping an eye on her ex-boyfriend. (Yes. He witnessed the whole breakup scenario) who surprisingly is revealed to be the former number one hero. With him out of the way, a perfect opportunity of having his way with her arose. He broke into her home and drugged her. The usual kidnapping tactic. Dumping her in the van, he drove away to the outskirts of the city into a dingy warehouse, he cuffed her with a power dampner and assaulted her, tortured her with his spiny creepers untill she was ripped apart. Her screams were music to his ears, while he filmed her. As she begged him to let her go, he began torturing her all over again. The very idea of hurting a former pro hero lover fed his ego. Ayame realized this and slowly turned unresponsive. It was the fourth day and he finally decided that since he no longer had fun, it was time to end her life. "You have served me well Little Flower. I enjoyed ripping off your petals. You look even prettier covered in blood. But its time to weed you out." All Ayame could think of was Toshi as she lay on the bloodied ground, trying to reach out to her pendant, while waiting for the final blow. 'I Love you Toshi' That evening while Toshi was recovering at the hospital, Naomasa visited him. There was a grave look on his face that made Toshinori heart drop. "Naomasa? What is it? Is Bakugou alri- "Naomasa cuts him off "There has been another crime by Thorn." Toshi Frowns "After 5 years? Are you sure its him?" Naomasa sinks in the chair "yes, the same pattern..but Toshi... I.." he takes a deep breath and says "this is hard....Its Ms. Ayame, we got the video from Thorn. They are still searching for her." Toshi's blood runs cold. He whispers as he jumps out of the bed "what did you say? I don't think I heard it right" Naomasa stand up "the Video was sent through her number. We tried tracking her cellphone but it was found in the river and-" Naomasa's cell rings. Time was suddenly slow for Toshi. He could hear his own heart beat. His eyes burned and when he closed it, all he could remember was Ayame's face when she hugged him and begged him not to leave her. Naomasa touched Toshinori's shoulder and said softly "They found her. I am so sorry but-" Toshi yelled "NO! No... No this can't be. I NEED TO SEE HER. WITH MY OWN EYES." Naomasa nodded. After an hour, they reached the warehouse. Toshi prayed for some miracle. Prayed that Ayame would be alive. There were police cars and Coroner's Vans. A crowd of people gathered at the distance. Murmuring lines of pity. But Toshi was numb. His face pale as he walk toward the entrance. Stench of Iron fills the air. And there, in the middle of the room lay a body twisted in a strange angle, in a large pool of blood. And he walked closer. And he saw her. Ayame. Lying on her stomach, but her neck twisted, facing upwards, her limbs flayed, while her left hand reached out towards the celtic knot pendant. The gift Toshi gave her a year ago. Toshi knelt on the ground and wailed as he reached out to touch her stiff hands. "Ayame, My Love, Please..." his words no longer sounded comprehensible as he choked on his tears. He began crawling towards her body, his trousers soaked in

cold blood.

The coroner who was collecting evidence protested but Toshi paid no heed as he held her up against his chest and whispered in her ear "your alright, you will wake up, you are alright my love. Now please, please wake up. I can't.....I shouldn't have left you. My love please. Please comeback" he kisses her forehead as he rocks himself back and forth holding her close to him. And that is when he see's it. There is a huge hole in her chest. He whispers "your heart..... where is your heart" he looks around and sees it pinned by thorny branches against the wall. He gasped "I am so sorry my love. I am so so sorry. I love you. I love you so much. This is all my fault. I should have stayed. I should have come back home early. My sweet sweet love. Please come back, please, I can't live without you. Please" The Coroner walked over to Naomasa. "Its been 7 hours since she passed away. And according to my analysis, she had been held captive for four days. Mutilated body and signs of resistance blows were found. We did find rubber between her finger nails. She was also sexually assaulted, so his Semen was found in her. There are also photos of her found on the desk. He has been preparing this for months now. Naomasa groaned "Yes. Parts of it was also shown in the video. He killed her because in the end, she showed no resistance." Upon hearing this, Toshinori slowly turns around eyes dangerously zoning in on the coroner as he seethed "Four Days? She was kidnapped four days ago? Tortured and raped.?" Toshi shivered. He could still feel the ghost of her kisses when she held his hand one last time. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see her smile. Her sweet scent every time he held her in his arms. But now he held her cold body, he couldnt see her smile, nor the sweet scent. It was but the lifeless body and dead eyes that stared up at him. His heart slowed down. He kissed her cold stiff lips one last time. He gently closes her eyes. And weeps again. Yagi Toshinori screams. He may have saved the world, but he lost his. Regret is the most painful thing.

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Here we are, I apologize for the delay you guys but I can guarantee you it is so worth the wait! A humongous shout out to my incredible co-author @imlostinsantacarla for writing this with me, I had an amazing time and this is arguably one of the best written posts I’ve done so far. SO without further ado, I give you

Lost Boys Fem!S/O Gives Birth [3/4]

CONTENT WARNING: Offensive Language, Blood, Child Birthing Process, Intense Environment! READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Marko

The soft silver moonlight slithered through the cracks and crevices overhead in the hotel, illuminating your form in a tender glow. You laid casually atop the dusty old couch worn from years of perpetual abuse, staring up into the cave’s ceiling at the little slivers of sky you could see between them, fingers fondling the soft blanket wrapped around you. Nerves caused your heart to stutter as another set of cramps waded through your body, making you feel nauseated. However, you put on a valiant front, hardly batting an eyelash as your boyfriend Marko sat beside you, eyes fixated on your form in an adoring fashion, though there was worry mixed within his countenance, a deep groove carved between his brows. Granted when you had initially announced your pregnancy you could have gone about it differently, however you were met with a joyous response from your adoring vampire. Originally David had suggested they turn you whilst pregnant to prevent any foreseeable complications, but there arose a new set of issues. Your infant would be a hybrid of vampire and human, something none of you even knew was possible. The potential need for a live body could mean that turning yourself before the birth could kill him or her in the process. Even if the birth could result in your death, unfortunately, all you could do was patiently wait, as going to a hospital was surely out of the question. Nevertheless, patience was a virtue- one Marko had yet to achieve. 

The months of waiting grew heavier on him as time ticked by, whilst the haunting lack of knowledge grew more frustrating with any passing discomfort he witnessed. His inability to help you outside of a shoulder to cry on when your cramps became too unbearable to sleep through made him feel helpless, a sensation that not only was he unfamiliar with; it was one he absolutely loathed. The boys did their utmost best to be accommodating to the situation, and one certainly had to give them credit for the amount of effort they had gone through. Dwayne had gone to the library for a few books for yourself and Marko, including one or two children’s books for the baby. Paul had spent his free nights shoplifting for supplies you’d need. No one could dismantle and sneak out an entire crib like Paul could. The guy had created a craft in the endeavor. David, with the help of Dwayne, had scoped through the caves and old hotel rooms still salvageable and managed to reinforce one of the rooms closest to their own cave. You eagerly draped the walls in colorful fabrics, finding an old dresser for your child’s clothes with a surface now cluttered with stuffed animals. Toys were crammed into a wooden chest, a massive rug laid across the old wooden flooring to deter any stray splinters from harming you. Watching Paul and Marko stubbornly argue over the crib instructions was certainly the highlight of your pregnancy while David was barking at them to move out of the way when he came carrying in the glider chair in one arm and a mass of pillows in the other. Although, you had to draw the line once Marko had smacked Paul with a two by four. Surely, that was uncalled for. But according to Marko, not so! Best friend or not, no one said he had the building skills of a drunk monkey!

Tonight was the night that would mark round about the eighth month of your pregnancy, and, - if it were truly possible -, Marko nearly had a heart attack when your false contractions came into play a few weeks ago. This ignited a vigilant nature within him, motivating him to remain much closer to you than he had previously been, which resulted in a lot of checking up on every unusual sound that you made. It was impossible for it to be helped. Well, that's what he kept telling you anyway.  

"You know, I can skip out on the hunt tonight…" Marko trailed off, cool fare fingertips dancing along the soft flesh of your arms, creating goosebumps to rise in their wake. The contrast between body temperatures was ghastly and you shivered, more at the electric shock that raced through you whenever he touched you. 

"Babe, you skipped out on the hunt last night, and the night before, and even the night before that. Marko, you must be starving!" You sighed irately, tipping your head back in frustration before turning it in his direction. Ever since the news of your pregnancy, Marko's primal instincts to protect you and your child had grown in vast numbers. It was pleasant to begin with, almost endearing… Though, as months sped by it had grown a hindrance because the young man was hardly even caring for himself now, and he hardly ever left your side. Honest to God, it was smothering, leaving you almost agitated at the sight of him. He was aware of this, yet still could not resist the urge within him that called for him to aid you in whatever way he could. There was an ample amount of anxiety over future happenstances such as your water breaking, uncontrollable cramps, the ACTUAL birthing of the child! You were understanding of his concern, but there was only so much that could be done. After all, you wanted your baby just as badly as he did. But he couldn’t allow his health to decline due to his own worry, you needed him. And frankly, your sense of unease was bordering onto the bandwagon of fear when you saw Marko’s ribs sticking tightly against his translucent flesh, a plethora of dark circles sinking his blue eyes into his skull. He wasn’t eating, he hardly slept, and soon he wouldn’t be able to control his frenzies.

"I don't know, baby girl," Marko began hesitantly, his round eyes widening as they peered into your own thoughtfully. Worry had never been a good look on Marko, and now, you longed for the days where reading him had been more difficult. His anxiety was like a fungi, infecting your very aura at the same time. "I don't wanna leave in case something happens you know? I mean, yeah, I guess I'm kinda thirsty but that stuff can wai-" You interrupted him with your fingertips gently silencing his lips, your eyes having shut as you breathed deeply to calm your nerves. This boy was driving you nuts. 

"Marko, I know how worried you are. I am too. But babe, I can tell that it's getting harder for you to be around me because you haven't fed. I really don’t want to start smelling like a fillet mignon to you, and if you’ve been looking at me like some mouth watering steak, we run the risk of the baby becoming appealing as well, I know you don’t want to risk that." You quipped with a quirked brow, lips tucked up into a wry smile as you stared straight at him. Your case was a good one, there was no doubt about it. There could be a very good chance that Marko, albeit not on purpose, could harm you or the baby if he smelled the scent of blood or even heard a too hasty of a heartbeat. And if there were to be an accident such as that, Marko would be plagued by an immense amount of guilt for all eternity. “Besides, it’s only the seven and a half or eight month point right now. I’m not having the baby for at least six more weeks. Right now, I need you to be at your best. Please babe.”

"But-" Marko began to protest.

"She's right, Marko." David piped up lazily from across the room, his eyes never leaving the book that he had been reading. He turned the page briskly before continuing, "You need to feed. It's the basic terms of vampire-hood. If you don't, you die! Now, what good would that do anyone then?" He inquired sardonically, a trace of a smirk in the air. 

"Yeah, bud! David and Y/n are right! Just go on one feed with us." Paul grinned from ear to ear at his bestest pal in the whole world, despite the horrifying fact that said best friend had hit him in the head with a two by four. Excitement had been rushing through Paul's entire being during this whole process. He was going to be an uncle man, how could he not be excited?! It had been such a bummer since Star left with Laddie, it’d be cool having some new tiny mind he could influence. Not that he'd even get as far to really influence the child without getting a brisk smack to the back of the head by David before you and Marko could even lift your fingers. No, he would not be teaching your child about the world of “Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll” at five years old!

"I mean-" 

"With the way you're going, you're gonna be a shriveled prune." Dwayne muttered out of thin air as he slowly rolled past Marko and yourself on his skateboard. The hulking raven haired vampire came to a standstill  as he stepped slowly off of his board. Dwayne was also right. Marko wasn't looking his brightest. Feeding was a nightly routine for a vampire in order to ensure they took in the right nutrients their dead bodies could not produce for themselves. Especially since they weren't capable of absorbing those nutrients through human food any more. Marko had to feed, there was no whisking his way around it, no matter how many excuses he could come up with. 

The trio of boys stared at the curly haired blonde, your eyes also capturing his form. There was a stretch of intense silence that flooded through the hotel as Marko thought over his options, pushing a mesh of frizzed blonde hair away from his face. He didn't want to risk going out and a possible complication occurring with the baby or yourself. But he also didn't have a strong desire to cause a catastrophic accident whilst going into a frenzy when your heart rate started skyrocketing due to cramps or whatever. Already his mouth was watering profusely as he stared down at his worn hands beginning to wither from lack of nourishment, the consistent thudding of your heart and the delectable rush of your blood in your veins made it practically impossible for the man to focus for much longer. 

"Man, just go! I'll stay with her." Paul finally interjected, slightly irritated that his buddy was being such a pansy about the entire situation. "If anything happens I'll scream at the top of my lungs or something, man. I got this! Scouts honor!" Paul added sarcastically, flattening a palm over his heart as he raised his free one up by his head. The entire thing looked comical, it made the others laugh. 

"Yeah, sure, let me get the flowers early for the funeral," Dwayne muttered, settling himself on another dusty old couch with a soft sigh. 

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dick breath?" Paul roared, brows pulled together in anger, punching Dwayne’s shoulder.. 

“Can you even give scouts honor if you were never in it?” you asked with a laugh to your tone, raising a brow at the blonde trying to rapid punch the utterly indifferent vampire planted in place.

"Dwayne has a good point, Paul." David sneered at his comrade, blue eyes lit up like torches watching Dwayne yank Paul into a headlock on it’s way to a noogie. "You remember the last time we-" 

"Ow! Okay, I didn't know she wasn't allowed to drink alcohol! But she never drank any so I don't get why you guys keep bringing this shit up!" Paul muttered, managing to wiggle himself out of Dwayne’s iron grip. With stubborn stomps he huffed, flopping onto the edge of the fountain in the middle of the room, his chin resting on his hands. He stared at you and Marko for a moment before continuing. "Man, I swear I won't pull another stunt like that again! I can take care of her! Dwayne told me the gist of what she can and can't have. I can do this, buddy." it was practically the most pitiful thing you had ever seen, it even tugged a little at your heartstrings.

You looked to Marko for confirmation and from the twinkle in his eyes, you could tell he was thinking the same thing as you. 'Let's just let him do this so he can stop pouting like a brat.'

"Alright, alright!" Marko stated, gloved hands raising up in the air in defeat. "You can watch out for her, but if ANYTHING happens, man, you've gotta go and find me. No fucking around and no fucking weed either!" Marko was firm as he spoke, eyes boring seriously into Paul's. 

The sun broke out onto Paul's face, his pearly whites glinting from the fires scattered around the hotel. You could tell in that moment that Marko had made Paul's entire century. "Fuck yeah! Scouts honor, dude. Just like I said before!" the blonde rocker was practically bouncing in his seat like he needed a piss. He hardly looked like a badass biker vampire that went out murdering people left, right, and center every night. He looked more like a baby rabbit. 

“I fucking mean it man,” Marko firmly repeated. “No weed, no booze, no being a dumbass.” Although he was being firm there was a slight twitch to his mouth. Being stern with Paul was often impossible but you had to admit, Marko was doing a grand job without the two by four!

Paul threw his hands up in the air in such a rushing motion that you were surprised they hadn't flung out of their sockets. “God damn, trust me man. I’m not gonna let anything happen! You guys need to gimme more credit here, who’s the one that stole a fucking crib for you assholes?”

With a tenacious huff, you wedged your hands behind your back feeling that the full weight of your belly was determined to keep you jammed between cushions, but nevertheless, you managed to heave yourself up and off of the dusty old couch with an audible grunt. The four boys' heads turned to watch you, instinctively with brows furrowed. They thought they'd insisted that if you needed to be moved, they would help you rather than let you strain yourself any more than you had to. But you were impossibly stubborn! You had insisted on multiple occasions that it was necessary for you to move, even exercise to keep you and the baby healthy. None of them were willing to humor you but you’d found that tuning out their protests was the best course of action in most occasions. And by impulsive habit, Marko dove over to offer you assistance, though you only responded by swatting his hands away from you. You were fine!

“I’m fine Marko, don’t worry I can get up on my own. Anyway, Paul’s right,” you agreed, looking over at your friend who beamed with delight at your praise, arms crossed over his chest with a nodding head of total satisfaction as if you had just given a mighty speech. “He’s not gonna let anything happen. Besides, what could really go wrong in just a few hours?”

"Babe, don't say shit like that, you could jinx it!" Marko cried incredulously, eyes practically bulging out of his head. 

"Babe get a grip. There's no such thing as “jinxing” things." His worrying was really starting to bug you. And what did you do in turn? You did and said the exact opposite of him, a way to subconsciously counteract the apprehension that oozed out of him like a foul smell. Carefully you took his hands into yours and placed them on your taut belly. “See? Feel for yourself.”

For the past several months Marko had attested to being able to hear your unborn spawn within your stomach. Not necessarily thoughts, but emotions. Cluttered, wild, uncertain emotions that would come in jumbled waves. There was a weary contentment within you, sleeping soundly in a cradle of water kept safe within. Finally his muscles began to relax, tension beading out into limp arms as Marko pulled you in for a firm hug, holding you against him.

“You promise me.. If anything happens, you scream for me immediately. No toughing it out because you’re worried about me eating.” He mumbled sweetly into your hair, taking in a slow inhale of your heavenly scent. It was the one thing that could soothe his soul instantaneously, burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Marko-”

“Please, Y/n.”

 His plea made your heart ache with slight agony. It was a desperate rasp, his arms almost trembling. There was a rush of relief filling him when you wrapped your own arms around him with a tender smile. “Okay. Alright, I promise, if anything happens I’ll call for you,” you hummed in tender response. For a moment you had to take a moment to pause, feeling a low and deep, sharp pain stretching from your abdomen to your back. Instead of making a fuss you tried to ease your breathing before Marko could notice. You weren't prepared to allow a few false contractions to get the better of you and stop him from getting his fill of the blood he so desperately needed at this point. And you also weren't going to play into any of Marko's anxieties either. You could do that when he returned from his hunt. Gently you lifted his chin. His cold lips felt cracked against your own, cementing how desperately he needed to feed. Even his kisses grew hungry, and you had to pull away from him before this grew into a horror show. “Go, you goof.”

It had taken some further convincing for him to leave, by the time he finally left with David and Dwayne it almost felt otherworldly in that cave. The lack of presence was almost spooky, though thankfully Paul was nice enough to loan you his walkman to curb the initial silence. Playing his Def Leppard tape you sat back into the couch, breathing through the occasional cramps that would continue to sneak up on you in a pulsing fashion. Hysteria was always your favorite album, as the dulcet tones of the rock ballad began to lull you into a half sleep state. But the continuous bombardment of contractions had begun to grow concerning. They weren’t slowing down, nor consistent in their spaces between as they should be. Cautiously you sat up, counting out the seconds between the first and the next. One minute, two minute, three… and again. For a full minute your muscles spasmed and ached, almost drawing an audible gasp from your mouth. Again you counted. One minute, two, th- no! Now it came again at a two minute interval. In a haste you peeled the headphones from your ears, grasping your stomach as you leaned forward suddenly. Your legs buckled, every time you tried to stand the pain just dragged you back down. “Fuck.. oh go- Paul!”

The blonde vampire was so lost in his own world he was nearly jolted out of his seat by your panicked cries. “What, what’s up you- JESUS!”

Without missing a beat, Paul slipped on the floor beneath his feet, barely having the reflexes to catch himself before his face could meet the ground with a harsh smack. The floor was soaked! Seriously, who spilled water everywhere? “Damn man, what happened here? Why is it all-” again, his words were paused, almost as if they'd been caught in his throat whilst he looked over your doubled over form clutching your profound belly. “Oh- oh shit! Oh fuck no way! Shit, holy fuck shit are you-?? Is it?!”

“Yes! ” You cried out incredulously, cutting off his panicked questioning in a hasty fashion. A sudden cry escaped your lips whilst you gasped in desperation, your spine going erect as you flattened your palms out behind you to stabilize yourself. "Oh god!"

"Oh shit man, I better get Mark-" Paul began, face having dropped to terror. 

"No! I swear to go- ow! Paul, if you even dare- I swear I will stake you myself! Ow!" 

“What, are you crazy?!” He demanded, jutting his arms in your direction. “You swore you’d call him, dude! This is big, man, he’ll kill me if anything happens to you! Oh fuck but he’ll kill me if I leave you alone- Fuck!” Paul swiftly kicked over one of the tables, running his hands through his mess of hair. The thing looked more like a lions' mane in all honesty. “Bed! We gotta get you to your bed, like now!”

"And how are we gonna do that, asshole?"

Paul's face soured immediately at your insult and with a swift motion, he swung you up into his arms bridal style, paying little mind to your plethora of protests. “Shut up already. I’m not doing this for my fuckin’ health! But you gotta be in bed! I may be a dumbass but I at least know that much!” He muttered, carefully tightening his grip as you attempted to wiggle out from it. He rapidly stepped over tunnels and rocks whilst he swung his way into the cavernous nursery where your bed was nestled into a corner, his calloused fingers on one hand releasing your legs as he pushed the black curtains that draped heavily over the frame. And with that, he placed you gingerly down on the bed, staring at you with a perplexed expression with a hint of something else. Was- no, that couldn't be embarrassment. 

"What're you staring at," you questioned, a nervous twinge to your voice. You rolled on your side to relieve some of the pulsating throbs that ran rampant through your muscles.”

"Uh- well- shit! I mean, we need to take off your pants, man. What if you start pushing and the baby suffocate or something?"

“I can’t even start pushing until I know how dilated I am,” your voice was quivering, clutching your stomach. “If I were to push too early it could kill us both.” 

"Oh fuck! Where's Marko when you need him?!" 

The dreaded predicament was growing increasingly deadly the more your body warned of its approaching birth, and soon you were left with a terrifying decision. Wiping away the thick layer of sweat misting your flushed cheeks, you managed to breathe out a hesitant response. “Paul.. You have to go get him.” 

"I’m sorry, WHAT?!" Paul’s voice echoed in the caves at a high pitched octave. “No! No freaking way, I am not leaving you here, you’re having a fucking baby! What if something happens to you? Fuck Marko being haunted, there’s no way I would be able to live with myself!” Paul ranted on, throwing his arms in the air whilst he paced around the sides of your bed in an antsy motion.

Sobs made your chest spasm uncontrollably, rolling over again onto your back. No position provided relief anymore, the contractions following still at an even two minutes each. “It could be hours before I’m actually ready to give birth! We have to know h-how far I am a-and the only way to do that…”

“...Yes? What way, c’mon maybe I can do that!” Paul stopped dead in his tracks to face you, serene as he had ever been in his entire life.

“You’d have to stick your fingers in me,” you groaned with imminent embarrassment, receiving an equal look of humiliation and horror from Paul’s pale face. He looked down, then at the cave’s entrance. Guilt plagued him, this kind of decision had never been put in front of him before.  He knew his options were slim, but he also knew where they hunted, if he could catch Marko’s scent outside he could easily find him. But again, he looked at you writhing in pure agony on top of your bed in tears. A knot tore at his own gut like someone was trying to rip them right out of him, his throat aching when he swallowed, a dryness had developed from nerves. “You sure you can handle it until I get back. You fucking swear you’ll be okay? Just for a few minutes.”

You could only nod in response as the pain was so debilitating it rendered you utterly speechless!

“Please, just go get him.” You managed to squeak out intensely. The expression of pain mixed with fear that captured your beautiful features truly did break his heart.

Paul sighed deeply in defeat, his fingers gently pushing your hair from your face. “Stay tough kiddo, I’ll be fast as fucking lightning.” You hadn’t even seen him leave, a huge gust of wind caused  the bed to shudder, leaving you utterly and completely alone.

 Kicking away your soggy jeans, you promptly pulled yourself to the top of the bed with your back pressed against the headboard. With every passing contraction you fought to breath evenly through it, fingers tightly clutching the sheets beneath you. “Fuck...god Paul hurry please!”

Paul flew as speedily as he could carry himself through the air, his nocturnal eyes aflame, rapidly scanning the ground for any sight of his buddies. The fresh scent of blood wafted through the cool night's air which coaxed him closer to the boardwalk, perhaps a mile or two north. The fucking sand dunes, of course! Sure enough, amongst a towering, crackling bonfire stacked high with the charred remains of surfboards that belonged to screaming Santa Carlites currently being devoured, there he spotted the trio of vampires tearing and ripping into the flesh and bones of unfortunate victims. Their blood spraying in odd directions, splattering across their clothes and hair. "Marko!” Paul yelled far louder than he needed to, panic evident on his countenance whilst he clumsily crash landed into the  wind whipped rouge sands below. The display caught the attention of his brothers immediately as they finished off their prey in a geyser of crimson fluids, leaving the ground stained.

Marko dropped the lifeless shriveled up human carcass he had been cradling savagely in his arms to the ground with little interest for it any longer. His previous frail lineament now long gone, replaced with a healthy  complexion. Although Marko felt he was back to his full capacity, he couldn't help the immediate apprehension and terror that sparked within his chest as it panged in his gut nauseously. "Paul?! Dude what the fuck are you doing here, where’s Y/N?? What's wrong?" He asked, panic straining his voice. 

"Dude! Fucking hurry up! I think Y/n's in labor, man!”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Marko demanded, grabbing Paul by his jacket. “You fucking left her?!”

“Marko, man, listen! One minute she was okay, the next she's screaming bloody murder and the fucking floors drenched!" Paul panted, doubled over as he'd flown here with all his might. "Before you ask, she's on her bed, okay? I took her there myself, even with her kicking and screaming. Dude I swear I didn’t just ditch! I swear, man I didn't wanna leave her but she said she needed someone to stick their fingers inside her or fucking whatever cuz if she pushes the baby will die, I dunno man but I'm not itching to do that ever!"

Marko said nothing, primal instincts kicking in full throttle as he sailed through the air and headed straight for the cave. His mind wandered to perilous details in furious cluttered thought, things that already created all the more apprehension to to twist in his gut, turning them round and round. His thoughts immediately went to the fact that you were alone in the hotel, in the purest of all agonies, having to go at this on your lonesome. The closer he sailed over the coastline the more he could hear. Your voice was just in the distance carried on the winds in gut wrenching cries that tore him apart. His next thoughts dwindled on your safety as well as the babies. He was very aware that there was no doctor involved in the mix, which meant no hospital and certainly no pain killers. He was terrified as his mind blasted through the worst of the worst. Didn't women used to die of childbirth back in the day? Was there a possibility that you could die? 

Marko hadn't even noticed that the others boys had been hot on his heels, prepared to offer aid wherever they could.

 "Marko, man! Slow down!" David called, struggling to keep up with the pace in which his pal was flying. The little bugger had gotten a head start, fueled by his pessimistic contemplation. But Marko didn't halt or slow down for that matter. There was no time for any of that! He had to get to the hotel and into your room as swiftly as possible, he wouldn’t dare slow down! What the hell was David even talking about anyway? Slow down?! Slowing down would do nothing but increase the chances of something else going wrong. He knew that the moment you'd spoken the words of, "what could go wrong in a couple of hours", that you had completely and utterly jinxed the entire night! 

His body dove and swerved through the hotel passing caves and holes, nearly crashing as he sped to a desperate stop inside the nursery. Your screams were crystal clear, as though they were right there, yet the sound rattled his ribs until he thought he would pass out. Still hidden away behind pitch black curtains, he could almost see your pitiful form writhing in limitlessly excruciating anguish. Rapidly his steps carried him to your bedside where you were still smothered in fresh blood, wrenching away the curtains. The sight was a visage of carnage torn straight from hell itself! Yet you only saw your dearest prince, and it was truly a sight for sore eyes left distorted by cruel tears. His coarse hand clutched yours immediately, providing the first rare moment of sanctity you had felt. The sudden motion and contact from him startled you tremendously, causing you to shriek when another contraction sent you into a panic. "Hey, it's me, baby girl. It's just me." He cooed comforting down at you, his free hand smoothing your damp hair from your sweat slick face. He probably looked like hell, still covered head to toe in his latest victims blood. That probably wasn't the most hygienic state for him to be in during the birthing of his child. But he had to work with what he had. There wasn't exactly running fresh water in the hotel anyway. It was almost unbearable for him to watch you, the color drained from your cheeks, grasping his hand until he swore he heard bones begin to crack.

“Marko.. I-I can’t push yet.. I d-don’t know how far I am,” You choked out, pressing the back of your head into the mattress when pulsating rivers of agony wove through you in cruel waves. The pain was now a disarray of spontaneous choreography, a violent tempo swelling and spreading throughout your entire body, leaving your brain foggy and black spots waltzing at the corners of your vision.

Before Marko was able to utter a word, the three boys bounded into the room, breathless and covered in a film of dampness, no doubt most likely from the crashing waves of the sea that battered along the cliffs' edge. The intrusion was noisy and agitating, leading to Marko's eyes becoming beacons of flourishing orange and his head whipped towards the guys. "Will you guys get lost? I'm not about to have you guys stand there like the Triplets of Fucking Bullshit while I try to figure out how dilated Y/n is!" he practically roared, the cave was shuddering for a moment as specs of dust flitted sporadically to the ground.

“Marko, baby, please calm down," you begged him, placing a hand on his forearm. The sight of him still smeared in blood was one thing, but such rage even at his brothers almost frightened you, his head practically whipping around to face you with fangs bared and piercing white hot eyes tearing into your own. It felt like he had stared straight through into your soul which was certainly not what you needed currently. The petrified expression left plastered across your palored cheeks made Marko feel incredibly remorseful, running his fingers through his hair. He was running on little sleep and barely had enough to satiate his lingering appetite, leaving him still quite exhausted.

"It's fine. We'll clear out. C'mon boys." David stated, Dwayne having already left. He stared pointedly at Paul though, who was staring at you in fright. He felt as though he should be there, however, with David staring at him so intently, he glanced over your way. You could only give him a weakened smile, your gaze assuring him you were safe now. Paul hung his head low and squeezed past the spiked blonde boy briskly. And David followed suit, not sparing another glance your way. It seemed cold but truthfully, David wasn't entirely sure what to make of the situation. Heightened emotions made him uncomfortable. David was better away from this specific spotlight, and currently his friend was in a frenzy he wasn’t willing to have escalated in such a delicate moment. He'd deal with the aftermath once the storm had passed. Marko could deal with the storm singlehandedly if that's what he so desperately desired. I mean, David hadn't knocked you up, so why get his feathers ruffled when he wasn't wanted there anyway?

“You… owe th-them an... a-apology,” you managed to pant out, wearily smacking his arm when a moment of relief between contractions allowed your voice to return. 

Marko huffed, shimmying off his jacket and tossing it onto the chair as he climbed on top of the bed with you, shutting the curtains. “I’ll make it up to them later babe, now’s not the fucking time.” Marko grumbled indignantly, his vampiric features morphing back to his human ones.

It was incredibly important for Marko to ensure that you were dilated 10 centimeters. This was not just for the babies sake but also for your own. If you pushed too soon it could prove fatal for you and your child. There was an instinct in you that told you to push, though Marko insisted adamantly that you hold off on pushing for the meantime. Stress riddled Marko to the core as he knelt down in front of you on the bed, his fingers comfortingly stroking your inner thighs prior to pulling back and nearing your entrance. To begin with he slipped in a finger, pushing softly as the books had told him until he reached the surface of the cervix which if he hadn't been reading the books that Dwayne had given him, he would have thought it didn't exist. Instead, he was met with a rubbery balloon-like texture which he knew was the bag of waters that held your baby. He slowly retracted his finger and added a few more, until he was certain that you were way past the 5cm mark. "Ow! B-babe! Tbh-that hurts!" You complained loudly, back arching off the mattress as you flinched, brows knitted together in contorted pain. 

"Really?" Marko snapped, eyes meeting yours whilst his fingers froze within you. "You've had much worse in there and a few fingers hurt? Sheesh!" He stated slowly, his expression flattening momentarily. And suddenly, as if by magic, the tension that had been suffocating the pair of you lifted somewhat, causing the pair of you to chortle for a moment before you winced, a grimace clouding your expression. 

"Shut up you complete asshole, h-how about I sh-shove a watermelon up you butt, s-s-see how you like it,” you breathlessly laugh, leaning your head back against your pillow. “So, c-can I p-push now, or not?" 

"Yeah, I'm pretty certain that you're 10 centimeters now, babe."

Some form of twisted relief washed over your soul in that moment as you let the instinct to push was over you. There was a slow, long drag pulling through your back. It was like a tiger had dug it’s hooked claws into you and was pulling them down through your flesh.  The endeavor was tiring, grueling in fact, leaving you dizzy and exhausted. But yet there was a set determination that took over you whilst you pushed desperately. Your toes tightly curled in place, grunts and panting replaced by blood curdling screams that sent chills down any who heard it. Tears made it impossible to see, the salty concoction of tears and sweat staining your face. Everything burned, you were fearful you may pass out. Though as soon as you pushed you found yourself holding your breath, to which Marko had to coach you through how  to breathe. A deep breathe in and another deep breathe out. In through the nose out through the mouth. Well, more like, in through the mouth and back out again. He also had to remind you when to rest,especially when he took note of exhaustion blanketing across you. 

“Marko- I can’t! No, no! Fuck I can’t it hurts so fucking bad,” you cried out until your throat was raw, having to be snatched by him before you launched up, pinned precisely in place by his steel grip. “No, god, I can’t do this! Please, I-I can’t I can’t it h-hurts!” 

"Come on, baby girl you can’t stop now! You have to hold still, it’s gonna be okay, you've got this." Marko encouraged ceaselessly, offering his pale hand to you to hold. Using his other he cemented you in place, knowing one wrong move could kill the baby. Your strength caught him by surprise when you snatched his hand tightly, grateful he couldn’t feel the crushing grasp of your fingers as his dead bones began to crack. Fortunately for him, years of rigor mortis and rot had decayed most of his nervous system by now. He held your head back on his chest, continuing to coax you with tender words. “Almost there baby, almost I know it hurts, I know, I’m so sorry baby." He whispered softly into your ear, his cool breath fanning across your hot flushed skin. You swallowed thickly, almost as though you were in a trance as you continued your strained pushes. A pinkish liquid spilled out and onto the sheets in a cruel, seeping motion. Marko noted it’s scent carried a heavy copper tone and glanced down as the pale salmon tint deepened into a dark crimson hue. Your screams had nearly numbed his ears by now, although it was not a sound he desired to grow accustomed to. 

Marko softly unwound his arms around you, though he kept his left hand in your ironclad grip. He needed to ensure that blood was the baby’s head crowning and not some horrendous miscarriage. He wouldn’t dare mention the alternative to his mate mid-birth, pushing away the blankets covering your legs and to his amazement there was your baby's head crowning momentarily before slipping back inside. From what he'd read, this was a completely normal process, your pushing, in conjunction with your contractions would continue to shift the baby down the birthing canal and out of you. Your heels dug into the mattress with your back arching upward as your mouth was aghast in treacherous suffering, a hideous cry drawing tears from your eyes. The room began to sway, the pace of your heart was that of wild horses unleashed on an open plain. Heat grasped you from every angle, it was getting harder to breathe the more you fought through it. Fear grabbed hold of your lungs, squeezing violently, picking up your heart rate until Marko could hear it thundering beneath your rib cage like a frightened animal wanting to be let loose of its cage. Your rapid labored breaths carried a concerning pace that had him beside you once again.

“Marko.. T-the room..,” you tried to whimper out between screams, head swaying to the side staring at the pitch black curtains that somehow seemed to be seeping into your surroundings. You could feel the drag pulling down your back into your birth canal, you were so close but the sheer exhaustion tempted you to faint at any moment. “I..I can’t..” you gasped out under your breath so quiet he almost thought he'd imagined the words.

"Just one more push, babe," Marko pleaded, brushing his hand over your damp forehead. In a sweet, yet ardent motion your hair was pushed back from your face. You clung to his hand, pressing your forehead against his frigid palm savoring the relieving rush of cold. The sight of his wide eyes connecting with yours forced a momentary breath of air, those perfect blue pools gave you something to focus on. The blackness was scattered, a last scream forcing it's way out of your throat as you gave one final push, the dragging motion within you halting. Light faded in and out of your vision, rapid black splotches flickering around the room, the pain becoming dull and pulsating. You hardly even noticed the muffled, shrill cries emitting from your newborn, or the fact that Marko had already had her wrapped in a towel once he'd cut the umbilical cord. Your chest shuddered when you breathed, the small pink infant squirming beneath white fabric making whimpering grunts. Small fingers stretched out, clutching at Marko’s shirt.

“Marko.. Wh-what are they,” you groaned our, flickering lashes barely keeping you conscious.

Marko hesitated to glance between misted eyes, choking out a stunned laugh. “A girl…”

The blood stained her red skin, and before he could wipe away the sticky red substance off her fingers she suckled at the red liquid, eyes bright white just as his were when his fangs were bared. She had yet to form her own, and when there was none left on her hand they had faded back into little grey, uncolored orbs. The lack of food had become noticable, and she let out a fussy whine, kicking her feet against the blanket in a fit. So that's what she needed to feed on. Marko gently bounced her in his arms, nuzzling his forehead against hers until her tantrum was subdued. “Shhh shhh, it’s okay baby girl.. Plenty of time for that later... Daddy will bring you a big ol bag of blood when mommy feels better, I promise.”  

You blinked away tears as she was delicately passed into your arms, weighing no more than eight or nine pounds just as weary as you were. “Wilhelmina...,” you choked out, brushing your fingers across her plump cheek.

“Billie huh?” Marko asked, laying on his side beside you with his bent arm elevating his head, his fingers reached out to brush against the blonde dusting of hair on the head of his daughter, a grin plastered on his face, an exhausted twinkle dancing in his eyes. "I like that... Wilhelmina it is.."

He now felt like finally, in these eight months of your pregnancy, that he could catch some shut eye. Time had become distorted, he had no idea whether it was daytime or night time any more, the two may as well have been blurred together. In your safe haven of thick black flowing curtains, Marko placed Billie delicately into your heavy arms, slumber already having wrapped you tightly in its deep and vast embrace. He curled his fingers around the dark fabric, pulling it skeptically out of the way. The room was swallowed in darkness, however, his nocturnal eyes easily scoped out the shut door at the other end of the room. He thought for a minute, capturing his bottom lip in between his teeth. He chewed on it for a moment before pulling himself up and off the bed. Truthfully now that his territorial rage had fizzled out he knew he owed the guys for how much of an ass he'd been when confronted with your unexpected labor. 

With tentative steps, so as not to disturb you, Marko flitted towards the shut door, no light seeping underneath the crack of the door. He twisted the knob carefully, a low squeak creeping into the air as he opened the door. He stepped out into the passageway leading to the main cave and began a somewhat hurried stroll. Honestly he was ecstatic to tell the boys. To show them his daughter was something he was practically bouncing on the spot for he couldn't wait! 

Marko, briefly unaware with his contemplation cluttering his mind, did not fully register the danger as he stepped forward into a stream of sunlight just up ahead cutting clearly through the decrepit roof of the hotel. It wasn't until the searing sizzle of his flesh did he register that he was caught aflame from the sun's rays. With a shriek he recoiled, battering at exposed flesh to kill the flames. He smoldered for a moment, back pressed to the wall as he peered into the vacant lobby of the ancient hotel. He sighed, shaking his head in dismay. "Dammit! Well... I guess they'll just have to meet Billie tonight then," he concluded with finality, not giving it much thought before he turned and made his way back to your room with heavy eyelids, finally content. As he padded softly into the room, shutting the door behind him, Marko couldn't help but feel relief wash over him. It was an enormous weight lifted from his shoulders now that he'd be able to go out to feed without fearing something could happen to you. That was more than enough to cure him of any and all anxiety that had previously immobilized him.

As he settled himself underneath the covers, he brought you closer, baby Billie placed tenderly between you both and he grinned half halfheartedly, a dopey, wide grin that pulled on his heavy eyelids. "I'm kinda glad you jinxed it, babe." he breathed into the air before he allowed the weight of sleep to shut his eyes and encapsulate him in its lulling motion.