#why do i have to wear heels to a convention please no god no

[malleleothreesome]

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[ericspinkhair]

unexpectedly becoming a sugar baby

pairing: ceo!sunwoo x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: reader is desperate for money so she has sex with her boss

warnings: lots of oral and fingering, use of vibrator in public , office sex, sex for money

a/n: wrote this yesterday instead of studying for my final. the exam went well tho :) also please send in requests!!!

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to say you were desperate would be an understatement. today you had received an eviction notice that stated that you had exactly 30 days to either pay back all the money you owed your landlord or leave your apartment.

due to your mother's illness you had to pay for all her medical bills. your father hadn't been in the picture for a long time so you alone were responsible for your mother's health. you couldn't just let her die. but because of all these costs you hadn't been able to pay your rent and now you were on the verge of homelessness.

never in a lifetime did you imagine that you would be begging someone for help. you felt so helpless that you honestly didn't really care how you got the money.

you decided to ask your boss for a raise and were prepared to work your ass off in order to get it.

mr. kim's office was on the fourth floor of the company, one you barely had ever been to. normal employees were usually only to be found on the lower floors so taking the elevator up felt wrong.

you were determined, however, to not let your pride get in the way. the money was more important than how you felt.

you knocked on the door twice. as if to make you feel even more nervous, it seemed like mr. kim waited extra long to respond.

when you entered he was sitting behind his desk. he didn't even look up at you so you just stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do.

'why don't you just sit?' he finally asked annoyed and closed his laptop.

you quickly took a seat and tried to put up a professional front.

'what can I do for you, um…' 'y/n,' you helped him out. 'right, y/n. what can I do for you?' he asked.

'I would like to ask for a raise, sir. you see, I am usually the first employee to enter the building and also most of the time the last one to leave. I do my work reliably and deliver solid results. my coworkers are pleased with me and we also get along well. I think I contribute a lot to this company and wanted to ask whether it would be possible to raise my pay.' you really tried to not make it seem like you had simply memorized all of this and forced yourself to speak slowly but firmly while looking him in the eyes.

mr. kim didn't respond at first but opened his laptop.

'to my understanding you have been working here for a very long time already. your pay is already the highest it can get. there is no way for me to raise it because there is no room for improvement.' he sighed and waited for your reaction.

you started sweating. this wasn't going as planned. you hadn't known that you were already receiving the highest pay. you were barely able to afford food with your current money.

'please, sir. I will do anything you ask of me. I don't care how many extra hours I'd have to work. I can do it. I promise. please give me a chance,' you begged him.

he was intrigued by you. why were you so desperate for the money?

'first, why don't you tell me why you are so keen on a raise?'

was your boss even allowed to ask you such personal questions? you answered anyway.

'my mother has cancer. I am the only person paying for her medical expenses and the treatments are all very expensive. I am about to get evicted because I cannot pay my rent.'

he seemed to be deep in thought. his gaze on you was intense.

your heart skipped a beat when he placed his hand on yours.

'y/n, I'm extremely sorry that you have to deal with all of this. I wouldn't want anyone to have to experience the same thing. believe me when I tell you that I want to help you. you know what? come back tomorrow. I have an idea how I might be able to help but I need to think about it further. would that be alright for you?'

it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. you didn't care about what you had to do. you stood up, bowed deeply and thanked him over and over.

he let out a deep chuckle. you were cute.

the next day you came back again in the afternoon. this time he answered the door quicker and his attention was focused on you from the start. the energy felt much different than the day before. he seemed excited and was smiling at you. this had to mean good news, right? he shook your hand and pressed firmly while looking you deep in the eyes.

'y/n, I came up with an idea to help you. but it is less conventional and it depends on how much you are willing to do.'

'mr. kim, I will do anything,' you assured him. the smirk he flashed you threw you off guard.

'okay then. first, I'd prefer it if you called me sunwoo as we'll be seeing more of each other if you were to agree.'

this lowkey felt like crossing some boundaries but you wanted to please him.

you nodded eagerly. 'okay, sunwoo it is.'

'so my idea is that there are certain things you can do to earn money. I will pay for everything with my own savings and you will receive it in cash. we will start off easy and over time I'll add new tasks. of course, you have the freedom to choose whether you want to do them or not. that is completely up to you.'

the look of confusion on your face must have told him you didn't fully understand.

'it's hard to explain. I'd rather you figure it out by trying it. since today is friday, the task I'll give you is for monday. I would like to choose an outfit for you. I'll send it to your apartment and you have to wear exactly what is inside the box. if you were to do this I'd give you $20 cash.'

that was a weird request. why would he want to decide what you were wearing? did he not like your outfit? did you look disgusting?

'let me get this straight. you pick an outfit for me and if I decide to wear it I get money?' you ask him to see if you had understood correctly.

'exactly. that doesn't seem so bad, right?' you shook your head. it was whatever.

'that's great. you'll receive your outfit and I can't wait to see you in it on monday.' you didn't know if you were imagining it but it seemed like he was eyeing your body. h god, he definitely didn't like what you were wearing.

$20 wasn't much but still more than nothing. and apparently the other tasks would be worth more. guess you had to start somewhere. with the money you could at least afford something to eat.

you say goodbye and continued with work until it was time to leave.

you waited anxiously all weekend for the clothes. sunday you decided to go for a walk and when you opened your door you almost tripped over a package.

on monday morning you tried on the outfit sunwoo had picked out for you.

the white blouse was a bit see through and a bit too tight around the boob area but looked neat otherwise. the black skirt hugged your curves perfectly and made you look quite sexy in your opinion. he even picked out a bra, underwear, stockings and high heels for you. the note he had left clearly stated to wear exactly and only what was in the box. so you did.

you usually wore something more simple and loose but you didn't feel too uncomfortable in this look.

when you entered his office his eyes lit up.

'I'm glad you wore this. it looks very good on you.'

you were sure you blushed a bit at his words. you weren't really used to receiving compliments from men.

'I like it too,' you admit. sunwoo smiled contentedly.

'so would you like to do the same tomorrow? I'll send you another outfit,' he asked you.

this one wasn't bad at all so you agreed. he handed you $20. when you stood up and walked out the door he couldn't stop admiring the way your butt looked in the skirt. tomorrow was going to be even better.

the blouse was almost the same one. however, this time the skirt was a lot shorter. it ended at the middle of your thighs. but that wasn't even the weirdest thing. this time he had forgotten to send you panties.

you felt very unsure what to do. the note clearly stated to only wear what was in the box.

you sighed and pulled down the skirt as much as you could. this would have to do. as long as you were just sitting, everything would be fine.

you went about your day and some time in the afternoon you were called into sunwoo's office.

you were wondering whether or not to tell him about the missing underwear but decided to keep your mouth closed. panties didn't seem to be a topic to talk about with your boss.

'today, I want to offer you an additional task. you will receive your $20 dollars for sure and you can make another 30 by cleaning my office. what do you think?' he proposed to you.

that would be $50 in total. you needed all the money you could get.

'of course. just tell me what to clean and I will be happy to help.'

everything was going according to sunwoo's plan. he was excited and told you you could start by dusting the shelves.

your eagerness was cute and he watched you out of the corner of his eyes.

some of the shelves were higher up so you had to stretch to be able to reach them. when you did your skirt rolled up higher and he was able to see the just the outline of your butt cheeks. he unconsciously licked his lips.

for the rest of the week you continued these two tasks. but you noticed that the underwear kept on missing and the skirts also progressively became shorter.

this was a struggle when you were cleaning and organizing his office. you were aware of your skirt rolling up and you were hoping that sunwoo wouldn't notice.

of course he did. that had been his intention all along. when you bent down he could sometimes get a glance at your pretty pussy. he couldn't help but get hard at the sight of this and palmed his bulge through his pants.

in one week you had received $220. you would have been more happy if you hadn't gotten another bill from the hospital asking you for another $1200. the health care system was simply fucked up. whatever the next tasks were, you had to do them.

on monday you were cleaning his office again. you wanted to pick up some files but you struggled reaching them from the highest shelf. you felt your skirt roll up again.

'wait. I'll help you,' sunwoo announced and walked over.

you gasped as you felt something hard poke your thigh as he stood behind you to reach for the files. when he took a step back you saw the clear outlines of his hardened cock.

unable to hide your surprise, sunwoo laughed.

'this is all your doing.' so he did notice your skirt roll up. wait. had he given you these clothes with this in mind?

'do you want to touch it?' he asked.

you just blinked at him. what? were you perhaps still dreaming? it was possible that you were having a wet dream about your boss. sunwoo was very handsome and you had to be blind not to notice.

'if you help me get rid of it, I'll promise you $100.' he knew you were thinking hard. you couldn't keep your eyes off his bulge, clearly not sure what to think of this.

this was against all the work protocols but you would kid yourself if you said that you didn't want to. not only was he very attractive but you'd do a lot for a mere $100.

you reached for his belt. sunwoo smirked; he had won.

you pulled his pants down and were immediately greeted with his veiny cock.

'you aren't the only one not wearing any underwear, my dear y/n.'

so that had been intentional. interesting. you realized you must have been very naive to have believed that he had simply forgotten to put panties in the boxes.

you started by rubbing the tip softly with your thumb. it was pretty and pink and already leakined pre-cum.

you felt strangely good about having this kind of effect on someone. with a few pumps his dick was completely hard.

sunwoo propped his hands on the desk behind him and leaned back in bliss.

deep moans were escaping his beautifully luscious lips while you were pleasuring him with your hands.

you decided to put your left hand you use as well by massaging his balls.

'fuck! when did you learn to do this so well?' sunwoo groaned.

during high school you had had a lot of sex. it made you feel good and you enjoyed it. now your experience turned out to be lifesaving to you. well, he'd probably pay you even if you weren't as mind blowing.

'hmm, practice,' you simply state.

'if this is already so good I wonder what your mouth can do, baby girl.' being called that aroused you way more than expected. this was so exciting.

'I'll give you another $100 if you suck me off.'

before sunwoo knew it you had already wrapped your lips around his cock. you skillfully bobbed your head up and down. when you looked up at him with big eyes he swore he was about to explode.

with most of the dick in your mouth your other hand was continuing to knead his balls.

he was coming close quickly and grabbed your hair so you would stay still.

he proceeded to fuck your mouth harshly. you felt spit running down the sides of your lips and tears escaping your eyes as he buried his cock deep in your mouth. you tried to relax in order to deep-throat him properly.

he came hard and emptied his load in your mouth. to prove a point, you swallowed it and then opened up to show him.

panting hard he said: 'fuck you're just amazing!'

you looked absolutely delicious with your face full of cum. he had a good feeling you were the right person to do this with.

you licked off some of the white liquid from your lips and smirked at him.

this was definitely not what you had expected what you would be doing but you weren't one to complain.

sunwoo quickly disappeared to search for some paper towels to clean your face. his employees couldn't see you like this.

after your face was clean again he handed you $250. 'you deserve it.' 'thanks.'

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned closer. 'maybe we can do more tomorrow.' ooh, sounds exciting.

'then I'll look forward to seeing you.' with a wink you left.

you wondered how much money you would get for some sexy time with your boss.

the next morning, you couldn't fully button up the blouse he had sent you. the top buttons had to be left open and a lot of cleavage was visible. this horndog!

this time you actually received some underwear but only for a special reason. you found a pink mini vibrator in the box as well.

so you were walking around with a vibrating stick up your pussy. you didn't want to come in front of your co-workers so you turned it off whenever you got too close and waited to calm down.

'did you have fun today?' was the first thing sunwoo said to you.

you laughed ironically. 'I had so much fun pretending I wasn't being masturbating in front of everyone…'

he made you turn around and lifted up your skirt. the outline of the vibrator was visible and he could see your panties shaking.

with one quick move he pulled your underwear down and took the vibrator to turn it off. it came out with a wet plop and juices were running down your thighs.

sunwoo surprised you by sucking on the wet vibrator.

'sit on the desk,' he commanded you.

you did as you were told and sunwoo spread your legs wide apart.

he inserted his index and middle finger which slipped in with ease. your pussy made wet noises as he pushed them in and out of you.

finally having privacy you allowed yourself to make sounds. he made intense eye contact while fingering you, loving the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing him. his tongue easily won the fight over dominance and started exploring your mouth.

you two were basically just sucking each others faces off until he broke off the kiss and lowered his body. he attached his mouth to your clit and started sucking. you pulled at his hair in pleasure and had a hard time controlling your breathing. damn, he was skilled at this as well.

when he felt you clenching around his fingers he withdrew them and you let out a disappointed noise of protest.

'don't worry. you'll have more soon.', he laughed at you. he quickly took off his pants and pulled you off the desk. he turned you around so your ass was facing him.

he started rubbing his thick cock between your ass cheeks and coated it in your juices. every time he got into contact with your tense pussy a shudder overcame your body.

he lifted your leg and placed your foot on the table. the angle from when he thrusted into you from behind was just perfect.

sunwoo attached his lips onto your neck and started leaving hickeys there. at the same time he was kneading your breast through your shirt.

he had barely ever felt such a perfect pussy around his cock. the way you took him in seemed too good to be true.

while his dick was still inside you, he lifted you up and placed you on all fours on the floor.

he grabbed your hips so tightly that he left red marks on them. at this point, he was just uncontrollably slamming into you while you were losing your mind. you were screaming his name loudly, glad that you knew no one could hear you.

as you could feel both of you getting close, he pulled your upper body up to his chest and wrapped one hand around your neck.

the pressure he applied was just enough for you to see stars but not enough for it to be unpleasant.

the lack of oxygen stimulated your senses even more and while repeatedly screaming out sunwoo's name you finally came hard on his dick.

with a few more thrusts, sunwoo's hips started stuttering as well and he shot his load into you. while riding out your highs he was just fucking his cum right back into you.

when he finally pulled out, a pool of his semen started dripping out of you. you suddenly felt so empty. his thick cock had filled you up so good that you were already missing it.

while you were still catching your breath on the floor, sunwoo had gone to get paper towels.

when he came back, however, he seemed hectic.

'I'm so sorry. there has been an emergency and I need to leave right now. I'll leave these here as well as the money.' he placed everything on the desk and walked back to the door.

he turned around one last time. 'I hope we can do this again.' he smiled at you.

you later saw that he had left you $750.

kind of becoming a sugar baby had never been your plan but you didn't mind it. if only the circumstances had been better.

[pwarkluv]

❝ crush on you - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 1.4k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, mature language/cursing, westernartist!reader, mark is a shy bby, soft!mark, lowkey shy!reader bc lol, ANOTHER REQUEST YAY!!

REQUEST | “love your writing! do you mind taking a request of mine? it’s where mark sees a western artist at an award show or function and he has a crush on her and wants to get with her before nct goes back to korea… thank you” - anon <3

SUMMARY | his little heart has a crush on you :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “crush on you” by soul fro and dum di dum! IM SO EXCITED THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST!! THANK YOU ANON ILY <3 hopefully this meets your expectations :) i actually don’t know how award shows in the states work even though i’m literally from america so this might be slightly inaccurate lol. anyways thank you for supporting me crappy writing ahfkjdh i love you <33

mark had no idea what it was about you that captured his fragile little heart. you, the tiny first time nominee at the ama’s.

nct 127 was once again nominated for an award at the western convention, the team touring around the area as well. the red carpet was flooded with cameras, flashes and intense yells for attention was the only thing mark could hear.

but the moment you started walking down the silk road, it was like all of the sound buzzed down to a silence.

❝ my heart has a little crush on you ❞

you were the only thing the boy could see.

your soft pink gown clashed with the intense red on the floor, the pretty floral print around the chest and waist of the dress all the more brought out your skin tone. your hair was left in pretty curls and mark could’ve sworn he saw a pink flower pin somewhere in there too.

the shy smile you let out the moment the paparazzi noticed you made mark’s heart race, hearing them ask you how you felt about your first ama’s since your debut.

so she’s a newbie, mark thought knowing that was the reason he’s never seen you before.

“how does it feel to be nominated for your first award?” a man asked, flashes all around you. your heart was racing with fear.

don’t fuck up now, you thought to yourself before smiling.

“if i’m being honest, i’m terrified.” you answered truthfully, watching as the group of people in front of you nodded in understanding. “but i’m super excited and grateful to be here, so the nerves don’t really matter.” you awkwardly continued as some cooed at your shyness.

“now i must say that’s a beautiful dress you have on.” a woman with a microphone said causing you to blush.

“ahh thank you!” you gushed, turning to her with warm cheeks. “i was scared it might be too much but my stylist insisted i wear it.”

“well you’re stunning.” the woman winked before a certain group of boys caught her eye. “good luck today y/n! hopefully this will be your first win.” she said before floating to the korean boys a couple feet away.

“thank you!” you called out, watching her go to the group of boys ahead of you.

curiosity struck you knowing you had no clue who they were. once you made it past the runway, you sneaked a look at the group only to have your breath taken away.

they were gorgeous, especially the one in the front.

his big brown doe eyes were shining under the lights and even though they were all wearing the same back suit and tie, this boy seemed to stand out to you.

❝ so immature but these butterflies they keep me laughing ❞

“hey lauren?” you nudge your manager. “who’s that?” you secretly point, not wanting to draw attention.

“oh that’s mark lee from nct 127. they’re the korean boy group that’s nominated for an award.” your manager replied.

she then pokes your sides as she smirks. “don’t tell me you have a thing for the canadian dude!” she says and you yelp from the impact.

“HE’S CANADIAN TOO?” you whispered-shouted to the girl, a little taken aback. so he’s handsome and most likely knows how to speak english?

“it’s always the damn canadians.” you grumbled under your breath as your manager laughed knowing this might be the start of something new.

-

“hyung remember that girl from the runway with the pink floral dress?” mark asks one of their managers. the man nods, a little confused by the question.

“how can you not?” the man jokes, mark nodding with a small smile.

“do you happen to know her name?” the boy asks as

his manager gives him a look. “where is this going mark?”

“no where i swear i just want to know who she is.” mark said, holding his hands up in surrender.

“hmm okay well i’m pretty sure her name is y/n.” his manager responds before being asked by another staff member for something.

“y/n.” mark said hazily, liking how your name sounds on his tongue.

-

mark was in love. there was no other way to describe this feeling. while waiting in their waiting rooms for the show to start, mark took the time to look up your music.

and god was he mad he didn’t know who you were before.

your songs were incredible and your voice held a certain fragility that made mark wanna give you a hug.

she better win, he thought to himself as they were ushered out of the waiting room and into the award show.

-

“oh my god oh my god oh my god.” you whispered to yourself as your heart raced. the award you were nominated in was about to be called and you wished you could hide in a hole and disappear from the crowd.

your manager sensed your nerves and squeezed your hand, silently letting you know she’d be there for you through anything. you softly smiled as you felt your nerves subside.

“and the winner is…” the man called out, purposefully slowing down a bit to create suspense.

mark knew this was the category you were nominated in, and the moment they were about to reveal the winner he held his breath.

please be y/n, he thought in his head as the announcer took another breath.

“y/n!” and if it wasn’t for his self-strength, mark could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped up in joy.

❝ my heart wrote a little song for you ❞

mark couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the entire award show. in fact, he was a little worried someone would notice because of how painfully obvious he was being.

but it’s not like you were any better. whenever mark would look away, you’d be looking at him.

“just talk to him.” your manager lauren complained, sick of the heart eyes you’d send to the boy.

so oblivious, she thought rolling her eyes. even she had seen the way he’d sneak glances at you as well.

“shhh.” you hushed her, looking around. it was nearing the end of the convention but you didn’t want to risk anyone over hearing her.

“i don’t know laur, he probably hasn’t even noticed me.” you quietly sighed feeling a bit down.

why would he? you’re just a newbie while he’s been in the industry for years.

“oh you’d be surprised.” the girl responded, shaking her head at your stupidity.

-

“are you y/n’s manager?” a man asked, stopping the woman. raising an eyebrow lauren motioned you too keep walking backstage to your dressing room.

how odd, you thought walking away.

“yes i am. why what’s going on.” lauren replied hesitantly.

the man let out a sigh of relief before continuing. “i’m one of the managers for nct 127 and let’s be honest,” he said letting the woman relax. she saw where this was heading.

“mark and y/n are head over heels for each other.” they both said at the same time.

“you noticed mark’s glances?” he asked in surprise.

“duh who wouldn’t?” she replied causing the man to laugh.

“y/n wouldn’t.” he said back causing them two to formulate a plan.

“y/n i have someone i’d like to introduce to you.” your manager said walking into your dressing room. you sat lazily on the couch still in your dress, your toes aching from being in those heels for hours.

“what’s up lauren?” you asked looking up from your phone.

“meet mark from nct 127.”

and just like that your heart jumped.

❝ won’t you take a listen ❞

the two of you stood awkwardly in front of each other not really knowing what to say. your managers had set you up, playing off the fact that they themselves have gotten along quite well and would like for their artists to meet.

“hey-“

“hi-“

you both started at the same time. you immediately flushed rushing to let him go first.

“uh you can go first.” you timidly responded.

“no you.” mark replied just as embarrassed.

“good grief just ask for each other’s numbers.” the two managers hollered in unison, cringing at the awkwardness in the air.

“y-you wanna get lunch sometime soon?” mark asked with sudden confidence.

❝ and dance with me to the rhythm ❞

you smiled causing him to smile back. “duh.”

[bebepac]

The Double Date Mistake?

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt # 92 “I don’t think that was meant to go there.” will appear in bold.

This is also chapter 2 of The Meet:  To catch up on what you’ve been missing of the Meet so far Please click:  The Meet Masterlist

Original Post Date: 05/01/2021 at 3:15PM

The Book:  TRR

The Pairing:  Liam x F!OC (Liam x Jilian) 

Word Count: 1948

Summary: Jilian goes on a double date with Bebe and meets Leo for the very first time.  Jilian and Bebe share how they first met each other to the guys.  

Warnings: Sexual innuendos.  Profanity.  

Leo and Liam belong to pixelberry, Jilian belongs to @queenjilian borrowed for the duration of this series. All others are my own to help us tell the story.  

“And done. He has your number now Jili. Now fly my little birdies fly.”  

She thought he would text right away but he didn’t.  The whole way to Bebe’s apartment the twenty minute drive Jili’s phone was silent.

Bebe looked at Jili as she glanced at her phone.  What the actual hell?

She texted Jilian.

“Bebe why the hell are you texting me? I’m sitting right next to you?”

“I was just making sure your phone was on.”  

“I mean he’s still working Bebe.  He can’t just drop everything and just start texting away.”

“The hell he can’t. What in the actual fuck is wrong with you bruh?” Bebe grumbled as she angrily typed on her phone.

“Wing Woman are you trying to crash this plane?”

“The mother  hasn’t even taken off yet with you two trying to pilot it. I’m gonna need you to get your life together Jili.”  

The driver pulled to a stop. “Damn I really wanted to see how this turned out.”

Bebe got out of the car in a huff.

“I’ll let you know.”   Jili called out the window to her.

Jilian wasn’t going to let it stress her out.  He was still at work. She knew her job got busy at times, and she couldn’t just sit on her phone and do nothing.  As she was walking up the stairs to scan her door key fob, the phone rang.

It was a local number she didn’t recognize.

“Hello?”

“Jilian. It’s Liam.”

“Hi Liam.”

“I apologize for not texting or calling sooner.  Things got busy at work.”

“Oh I figured that was what happened.”  

"Bebe is something else. I feel a little attacked. I can tell it's from a place of love though."

"She's my best friend Liam. My true sister from another mister."

"So it's safe to assume you are single?" Liam inquired.

"I am, and for you the same?"

"Yes Jilian I am. Is it forward of me to say maybe we can change that for each other. I would really like to see you again. I'm off next Friday would you be free then?"

Jilian sighed.

"Friday is my date night."

"Oh. I just assumed you being single you weren’t seeing anybody even casually."

"With Bebe. We restaurant hop. We're self proclaimed foodies. 

Do you have any friends maybe we could double?”

“My brother, both him and Bebe have big personalities, I think they’d really get along.  Think she would be okay with that?”

“Yeah I think I could convince her.”  

They continued to talk, and about everything under the sun.  Liam was funny and witty and kept her attention.

She began to realize how much she had in common with the charming Liam Rys.  

She had cuddled into her bed under her covers laughing and chatting with him.  She finally rolled over realizing it was almost dawn.

“Oh my God! Is that the sun?!?!?!” she shrieked, surprised into the phone.

“I’m so sorry Jilian I completely lost track of time.”

“I have to go, I have to be at work in forty five minutes!!!”

Jilian said her goodbyes to Liam and hurried to work.  

Right when Jilian was sitting in her office reading over her chart  for her first patient’s checkup, there was a delivery.  

A large coffee drink had been delivered to her with a sweet gooey cinnamon bun.

“Gift for you Jilian Winchester.”  

Liam was really sweet.

She texted him thank you.

He had let her know he had an extra espresso shot added to her coffee.

Liam was a lifesaver.  

*^*^*^*^* The Double Date *^**^*^*^*

When Jili and Bebe got to the restaurant  Liam and Leo were already seated at the table both stood to greet them.  

Liam softly kissed  Jili’s cheek.  

Bebe glanced at Leo.  He was cute, but he was probably about five inches shorter than Bebe, not to mention Bebe was wearing heels making her tower over Leo.

Liam changed the subject breaking the ice between everyone, and the conversation between the couples started flowing.  

Jilian slipped in the subject of Liam and Leo honestly not looking much like each other.  

“We’re half brothers, we have different mothers. But don’t get it twisted Bebe.  I can scale you like Mount Everest. Taller women don’t intimidate me one bit.”

“Um….thank you for that blatant honesty…. Jili will you accompany me to the restroom please?”  

“Excuse us for a moment.”  Jili smiled politely.  

“Absolutely not Jili!!!!!”  Bebe was adamant when the door to the bathroom closed.  

“Bebe I didn’t know!  I swear when he said older brother, I was thinking he looked like him.  You would think older brothers are taller, bigger, and wiser. He is funny though.  You two do have similar personalities. Maybe try to focus on that Bee.  Let’s just try to have a fun time.  You don’t have to see Leo again.  But I know I want to see Liam again. I like him.”  

“You owe me big for this!!!”

Both women come back to the table.  Their drink orders had arrived.  Bebe takes a long sip on her drink.  

“That’s what I’m talking about!”  Leo smiled.  “A girl after my own heart.”  

“How did you and Bebe meet Jilian?”  

“We actually met in NOLA. We were both presenting at a medical conference.  Bebe for the Pharma side, because she’s a pharmacist,  and me for medical for being a nurse practitioner focused in the at risk population.”

Leo eyes flit to Bebe.

“So you’re a drug dealer?”  

Bebe smiled.  “ Legal Drug Dealer. Yep, that’s what I call myself. I’m slinging pills to pay the bills.”  

“I can dig it.”  

“We met the night before our conference began, in a bar.”  

When Jilian walked into the bar she noticed her right away.  There was a woman at the bar,  drinking her drink telling what appeared to be a funny story that had multiple people’s attention.  All were laughing with her.   She had to be a local. Jili thought.  

She had strings of beads around her neck.  

“What can I get ya?”  the bartender asked.  

She looked at Bebe.  “I want whatever she’s having.”  Bebe was the life of the party.  

“Well I did a little pre-gaming at the drive through daiquiri shop though. 

But mostly Hurricanes.  Get her a Hurricane Sal.”  

The bartender winked at Bebe.  

“Don’t skimp on the good stuff either!”  She yelled out.

Jilian’s eyes widened when the bartender  brought her the drink.

Bebe held up her glass to clink with Jilian’s glass.

“Laissez le bon temps rouler!!!!!”   The crowd screamed in agreement at Bebe’s declaration.

“What?”  

“LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!!!!!”  

Jilian took a long drink of the cocktail.  No wonder.  

“Yep! You like it.  I’m Bebe, what’s your name?”

“Jilian.”  

“I’m gonna call you Jili.  What brings you to NOLA?”  

“Work, a conference.”  

“Bleh you said the “W.” word.  That’s not existing in my life right now.  We’re here, we’re alive, no regrets Jili.  Let your hair down and enjoy yourself.  I mean literally.  That bun is a buzz kill.”  

Jili pulled the pins out of her hair shaking out her locks.  

“So much better!!!! You’re a babe!!!  See they’re already looking at you differently.  We’re not interested though.  Unless they’re buying more drinks.”  

Jili glanced at the guys that were now looking in her direction.  

“You’ve got a lot of bead necklaces going on.”   Jili commented.  

“There are two ways to get beads in NOLA.  Buy them or earn them.”

Jili looked at Bebe and raised her eyebrow with a smile.

“Let me guess, your ass hasn’t spent a dime tonight.”  

Bebe took a long sip of her hurricane.  

“Nope.  Not a single dime.  Including alcohol.  I'll tell you what Jili.  Life’s too short.  I’m not going to regret any of my choices.  I spent a year in Costa Rica, living my life Pura Vida.”

“Pure Life.”  Jilian smiled.  Bebe was a carefree spirit, and people gravitated to her.

“We’re only here for a blink Jili.  How do you want your story to be told?”

She decided to throw caution to the wind and party the night away with Bebe.

Jilian’s alarm went off the next morning.  She was incredibly hung over as she tried to pull herself together.  

She had a random memory of her and Bebe walking down  Bourbon Street singing “Lean on Me”  while they were linked arm and arm.  The drunk leading the more drunk back to the hotel.

She smiled, straightening her black business suit.  She was about to pull her hair up into her signature bun but decided to let her tresses fall free instead.  

As she was getting checked into the convention she slipped her ID badge and program of speakers, herself among the list.  

She heard her laugh.  Jili whipped her head around and saw Bebe at the back of the line with two others.  Bebe was wearing a bright pink business suit, and her shoes and clutch had the print of medications on it.  

“The legal drug dealers have arrived!!!! Big Pharma in da house!!!!!!”  

Jili laughed, shaking her head.  

“That’s how we met Liam.”  

“We found out later we lived near each other, and made plans to meet up.  Been friends ever since.  That was like six years ago.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask us how we met.”  Leo asked.

“I assume you are brothers…. You met… at birth?”

Bebe shook her head at Leo.

Everyone was calm after not to mention the alcohol free flowing.  They headed to  a lounge after dinner, called Blue Notes.  The music there was full of soul and blues.  

The drinks continued. The music there stirred the soul.  

“May I have this dance?”  Jili nodded, taking Liam’s hand.   He held her close.  

Leo eyed Bebe.   “You know, I have always been one to have a huge case of FOMO.  So you and me let’s hit the dance floor too.”  

Bebe downed her drink in one swallow.  “Why the hell not.”  

They walked out to the dance floor.  With Bebe’s high heels Leo was chest level to her.  He pulled her close resting his head on her bosom.

“Um….so we’re doing this… okay…”  Bebe looked surprised but she was smiling.

Liam laughed softly when he glanced in their direction.

“I don’t think that was meant to go there.”  

“The height difference honestly never crossed my mind Jilian.  Things seemed really awkward for them for a bit, for more so Bebe.  Not so awkward now.”  

Bebe and Leo were looking at each other laughing.

“You know this is never going to happen Leo Rys.”  

“A man can dream.  Well….It could happen for the night.  I can tell you’re curious. Let me tickle your fancy tonight.”

Bebe laughed harder at him.  “You don’t give up do you Leo?”

“Nope because I get what I want.”    

“If nothing else Jilian, I think they will at least be friends from this, if nothing romantic happens.”

The next morning Liam was cooking  breakfast when Bebe walked out of Leo’s room. Leo’s sweatpants looked like capris on Bebe.  

“Good Morning Bebe. Would you like some breakfast?”  

“Sure.”

Leo walked out of the room a few minutes later.  

Liam smiled looking at the two of them.  

“Breakfast Leo?”  

“I already ate.”  Leo winked at Bebe.

Bebe choked on her orange juice.  

“Oh you were talking about bacon and eggs, sure.”  

Nope not at all awkward at all.  Liam thought as he fixed plates for himself Leo and Bebe.

Bebe was climbing in her ride share when her phone rang.

“Bebe… Liam just told me you had breakfast with him and Leo… at his apartment.  You spent the night with Leo?”  

“Leo was right, Jili.  Not all of him is fun sized.”

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[armysantiny]

Ateez Headcanon; Their s/o is a fantasy nerd.

Pairing: Ot8 x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, fantasy (kinda), headcanon

Includes: movies, tv shows, merch, movie nights, playthroughs, gifts,

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: n/a

Rating: PG

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An: I had so much fun writing this! Members under the cut!

홍중 (Hongjoong)

Literally so invested

When he sees the sparkle in your eyes as you explain the lore, his heart is doing flips I tell you.

How hadn’t you told him sooner?

Doesn’t say a word while you talk, only going “Mhm~” with stars in his eyes.

If it’s a videogame, or a roleplaying game like D&D, he will practically beg you to give him a crash course in what to do.

“Are you sure you want to learn how to do this Joongie?”

“Mhm! I wanna learn, it looks fun! Just teach me the basics for now~”

Supportive boyfriend right here.

Will look up playthroughs and explanations of the lore in his own time to get a better understanding.

If he knows a little more, than it can be something the both of you enjoy!

If it’s a franchise like LoTR or something similar, he’ll definitely put the movies on when it’s movie night.

Cue Joong asking you about your favourite and least favourite parts about the franchise.

If there are any spin-off titles, he’ll ask if you recommend watching them too.

May end up becoming a fantasy nerd himself.

Makes you little memorabilia whenever he can.

Honestly loves how large your imagination must be for you to be into fantasy.

성화 (Seonghwa)

He kinda just goes “Woah...” at first.

You think he doesn’t like it; he was sitting there more or less speechless.

When he sees your dejected face, Hwa panics.

Because he does like it, he’s just surprised he hadn’t caught on sooner.

Reassures you that he is interested, and pokes at you to continue talking about it.

Cue several cute interested Hwa sounds

Asks if you have any merch you wanna show him.

He hasn’t told you, but he’s started looking into the franchise for himself.

Might not end up being his taste, but he still keeps a small interest in it.

It was something you were interested in after all.

Chuckles to himself when he sees you really into the series.

Something about you excited about the fantasy franchise you were into was endearing.

Always lends an ear to your theories and headcanons

You surprise him-

He swears you’ve just described an entirely new novel to him.

The headcanon is just that detailed.

Definitely encourages you to try creative writing/design courses to see if you could take your interests further

Asks if you want to create your own fantasy series.

Supportive boyfriend #2 over here~

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

윤호 (Yunho)

He’s honestly more excited than you are to be honest

Bounces like a child when you describe the lore to him.

If the stars in his eyes could get any brighter, they would. He is literally the pleading eyes emoji

You mention that you’ve created original characters inspired by the franchise, and he almost pounces on you with even more questions.

Will ask if you’ve created a character based off of himself.

Which you have, and when you show him, he gets even more excited - if that’s even possible.

Will ask you to explain the character’s entire backstory.

Falls in love with you even more - if he even can at that point.

Finds every way possible to have you talk about any and everything fantasy related.

Calls you in the middle of the night to listen to you ramble about your latest character design.

Tells all the members that you’ve created a character about him and boasts about it for months.

You might have another fantasy nerd on your hands now.

여상 (Yeosang)

Kind of a fantasy nerd himself.

So, when you reveal that you’re into fantasy, he kinda goes “Oh? Me too!”

Excited giggles from both of you

Cue fantasy themed date nights...you cuties

Curled up in a blanket together with a load of snacks, watching your favourite movies together.

Oh god the theory discussions you two have.

Now you two can call each other at God forbidden times of the night and talk about your favourite series. 

Since he’s the only one who knows, he’s glad only he gets to see that excited grin on your face when you talk about the show.

Low-key starts boasting about it too.

Like, only he can see you when you’re this cute, you know?

You’d take his drones away if he told any of the boys about your fantasy shows, so it becomes your shared little secret~

Buys you cosplay pieces so you can dress up as your favourite character.

Compliments you for days.

Literally so pretty :(

Takes a thousand pictures (Yes, he keeps a set as his background)

He’s already dressed up as Harley Quinn, so he’s more than happy to dress up as one of the major ships.

Especially if it’s your favourite ship too.

Conventions! Omg you’d go to as many conventions as you could together.

Couple goals~

Singing to soundtracks together as you get ready.

Definitely uses it as a way to tease you.

Sees you having a fan moment over a character and pretends to get all pouty.

“Your boyfriend’s right here, but you’re only focusing on them? Fine then...”

Laughs when he sees the blush on your face

Of course, he gets the same treatment from you.

Healthy relationships, we love to see it. Now where do I get this?

산 (San)

Cannot control the absolute look of admiration in his face at all.

Looks at you with all the wonder in the world. His eyes’ sparkle :(

It may sound a little confusing at first to him, but hearing you describe it with so much passion warms his heart.

Asks you to take the plot step-by-step, so he can understand it a little better

Watches some of it when he can, and he can definitely see the appeal

Interesting characters, an entirely different world, no wonder you love it so much.

He has his games, and you already knew about them, so he’s happy he knows about you more, ‘hidden’ interests.

When he heard you ask him not to find it weird after you’re caught having a fan moment, he pouts immediately.

Why would he find it weird that you were a fan of something? He was quite the fanboy himself, after all

Spends a considerable amount of time reassuring you that he doesn’t find your interests or you weird.

No one is feeling insecure about liking a franchise that makes them happy on his watch.

Buys you merch as soon as it releases.

Little excited claps when he sees your reaction.

It soon becomes your favourite merch item and he’s so proud.

Sees you wearing it literally wherever you can

When you invite him to have a movie marathon with you after he finishes his schedule, San swears he’s head over heels because he agrees without hesitation.

No second thought required

Be prepares to have several more marathons while he asks a million questions at once.

Might have to create a PowerPoint for this cutie. 

민기 (Mingi)

Honestly, he’s kinda lost at first

You kinda have to tell him again and he goes “Oh...I get it!”

Does not get it.

A bit like San, a presentation may be needed at some point.

When he kinda gets it, this baby gets really excited, but he’s almost a little sad.

Because you didn’t tell him until now, you know?

Asks you about the entire main cast, and your favourite character.

Finds you watching your show and quietly sits beside you

He wants to try and understand the plot for himself.

Gets so engrossed, his eyes turn into the pleading eye emoji

He’s so cute, I swear-

Honestly, Mingi finds it so cool that you enjoy fantasy.

“Y/n, can we watch it together from now on? I really like it!”

Yeah, you might end up marrying that man right there and then.

Starts asking you to introduce him to other shows you like that you think he might like as well.

Ends up with a full list and starts watching them all.

I mean all of them

Hell, I think you’ll turn him into a fantasy nerd as well.

Borrows one of your merch hoodies and wears it around the house.

It’s his now :(

Please, he looks so small

You end up buying him a matching hoodie

Refuses to take it off unless he has to.

Listens to all of your fan ravings

Learns about all of your favourite ships.

High-key starts analysing them with you

Yep- you’ve got a fantasy nerd on your hands now, enjoy!

우영 (Wooyoung)

Okay, excited child alert

Another one who literally bounces when you tell him. Gives you puppy eyes for days.

Why didn’t you tell him sooner?

Bugs you constantly about the shows you like and your favourite character.

Which leads him to go on an internet deep-dive (Definitely on Twitter)

He enjoys cooking, so he finds a way to cook the food from the show.

And holy shit it tastes better than you imagined.

Once he sees your reaction, Wooyoung makes it his mission to surprise you with dishes from the show.

Late nights binging your favourite shows together is now a must.

Does kinda laugh a little too loud in your ear, but you’re used to it.

In all truth, you appreciate that he wants to watch it with you

He may be watching it with you, but he also loves seeing your reaction to what’s happening on screen

Please, he thinks you’re the cutest human on earth.

Maybe he takes a picture or two. Maybe

Finds really cute keepsakes from the show while he’s on tour and buys them for you

Takes a picture of them and send them to you with the caption, ‘Look what I got~’

You literally squeal and call him immediately

A proud smile on his face when he hears your voice

You’re rambling thank yous in every language you know and Wooyoung’s there on the other line giggling

Yeah, you’re being spoiled with merch from now on.

Precious baby :(

종호 (Jongho)

Probably has the most neutral response out of all the boys

Kinda just goes, “Oh, that’s cool, fantasy’s really interesting.”

Low-key sounds uninterested, but trust me, he is. Even if it’s just a tad.

Jongho strikes me as the type to not tell you that he’s learning about your favourite show.

You’ll be watching an episode and he walks in, “Oh, [character]’s pairing with [character] is really neat. They wrote them really well.”

“Huh..? How do you know..?”

You thought he wasn’t interested in the show and he giggles at your confusion.

Granted, he isn’t into the idea of fantasy as the others are, but if it’s what makes you happy, it wouldn’t hurt to learn a little about it.

Let’s you take him to conventions and helps you hold the bigger items you struggle with so you don’t drop everything.

Thinks you look amazing in full cosplay.

Lets you experiment on him from time to time.

You get him in some makeup, contacts and give him a prosthetic piece to put over his head.

He thinks he looks pretty good. Might consider trying it again sometime.

He’ll be shopping online and see something.

“Isn’t that from y/n’s favourite..?”

Buys it and surprises you the next time you have a date together.

“Oh? When did you get this? I love it”

“Ah, you know~ I was browsing and it reminded me of you.”

Ends up seeing you take it everywhere

Smiles to himself each time and refuses to tell you why.

Out of all the merch you own, you take the one he bought you with you everywhere

He’s touched.

Doesn’t always pay 100% attention when you’re watching tv together, but enough that he’s aware of the plot line, but not the finer details.

You may not have convinced him to be a fan, but you have turned your boyfriend into a casual watcher.

[wefoundloveunderthelight]

A Story in the Life of Killian Jones and Emma Swan by GleefullyCaptainSwan

Chapter 1/2

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Part 1:

Killian Jones was sitting in the darkened room of Hall D, a video playing on the screen in front of him as he tried to scrawl notes and designs in his notebook. It had been a grueling four days in Las Vegas soaking up everything there was to learn at the Architecture and Design Expo his brother had sent him from England to attend.

Normally it would be his brother Liam who would attend these events, but a freak biking accident had taken Liam off his feet for a few weeks, leaving Killian to attend at the last minute.

Killian disliked boring events, content to stay back running the business in his brother’s absence. He would have preferred that Liam send Neal or Robin to this convention, he saw no need to pretend to be interested in the glitz and glamor of rubbing elbows with others in the business under the lights of Las Vegas. If there was one thing he was certain of after visiting the city, it was that American’s sure did enjoy taking things over the top.

Everything was bigger in Vegas. He found no reason or need for such lavish adornment, and yet he had spent his evening having dinner underneath a replica of the Eiffel tower while watching a water show across the street at the Bellagio. He supposed he should be impressed; someone had spent time designing every corner of the large buildings around him. Yet he couldn’t imagine the millions of dollars that had been spent and paid to create such large attractions for no other reason except to drawn in visitors to spend their hard earned cash for a few hours of entertainment.

As the lights came up in the hall, he shoved his notepad into his bag and slung it over his shoulder, following the crowd into the convention center. He was exhausted and ready to fly back to England in the morning.

He pulled out the stool in front of the bar and tossed his bag on the counter. “Dark and Stormy, please.”

The bartender nodded at him and began making his drink. Killian unlocked his phone sending off a text.

Killian: I’m home in the afternoon, lets meet on the Chamberlin deal. Need to talk money before you fly back.

Killian tapped his fingers against the bar as he reviewed his emails from earlier in the day. Robin had sent him some docs to review, and Liam had set up a few meetings for him in the evening once he landed back in England.

His phone buzzed with a response to his earlier text.

Neal: I think you’re going to like the proposal. See you when you get here buddy.

Killian closed his messages and accepted the drink from the man in front of him. Taking a long sip, he closed his eyes and let the liquid warm him.

“Vodka martini.” A voice sounded beside him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a woman take the seat next to him.

His phone buzzed again, and he looked down to see the text from his brother.

Liam: Need you in some meetings tomorrow when you get back, so don’t get drunk tonight.

Killian grunted as he finished his drink. Shaking his head, he ordered another from the bartender. He tossed his phone into his bag and pounded out a tune with his knuckles as he waited.

“I’ll have a beer and another for the lady.” A voice boomed to his right.

“The lady can order her own drink. Thanks.” The woman beside him growled.

“Come now beautiful, I’m just trying to buy you a drink.” The man insisted.

“I’m not interested.”

“Let me guess, you’re a lesbian.” The man said with a sarcastic tone that caused Killian to pound his fist on the bar.

“I believe the lady said she wasn’t interested.” He said forcefully without looking at the woman beside him. He didn’t need to turn his head to know that the man had skulked away with an angry huff. He didn’t honestly care, he just wanted to enjoy what was left of his evening in peace.

His drink was set on the counter in front of him and he took the glass, quickly tipping it back against his mouth. Exhaling loudly, he stared at the television above the bar.

“I had it handled.” The woman stated a few minutes later.

“I don’t doubt that.” He said simply, keeping his eyes on the television.

He sat in silence for a few minutes, not really paying attention to the news that was flashing across the screen. “You here for the convention?” The woman asked and he finally turned his head toward her, the sarcastic comment about to roll off his tongue died in his mouth the moment their eyes met.

“Aye.” Was all he could muster, his entire mouth suddenly felt like it was full of cotton. The woman beside him was beautiful. Not beautiful like a model or those women you see on television that you know are in no way born with the body they are displaying. This woman was gorgeous in a natural yet mystifying manner. He could barely keep himself from getting lost in the deep green of her eyes.

The bartender handed her a drink and she raised it toward him. “Well, here’s to four days you’ll never get back.”

He smiled, lifting his glass toward her. “I’ll drink to that.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I’m just not really into this shit. I mean, we’re in Vegas, the city that never sleeps and we’re stuck in a room all day. If they wanted us to do that, maybe they should have hosted it in Ohio or somewhere else completely boring.”

“I’m offended, love. I’m from Ohio.”

The woman laughed. “Bullshit, not with that accent.”

“I have an accent?” He feigned shock, grabbing his heart. “I had no idea.”

“Very funny.” She rolled her eyes, and he took the moments distraction to scan his own down the rest of her body. She was wearing a dark blue suit jacket with a matching skirt, with a white button-down shirt under her jacket. She had gorgeous legs and he could see just the tip of her heels peeking out from the tall bar stool. Turning back toward the bar, he took another sip of his drink.

“Are you an architect?” He asked.

“Designer.” She said with a smile. “You must be an architect though.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“You were staring at my legs. Architects are always looking at how things are built.”

His mouth turned up in a smirk. “Aye, I do admire a well-built structure.”

“Of course you do.” She returned the playful banter with a smile of her own.

He swallowed his drink, slamming the glass down on the counter. “I’m not going to apologize for admiring the view.”

“I didn’t ask you to.” She shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind if I do the same.”

His mouth sat open for a moment. “Are you checking me out?”

“Maybe.” She responded, sipping her drink. “There’s always been something a bit sexy about British men.”

“I’m not British, I mean, I live in England, but I’m from Ireland. Just haven’t lived there in a long time.”

Her eyebrow rose playfully. “British and Irish, should I take my panties off now or wait til we leave the bar?”

He turned in his stool so that he was facing her. “That depends, love.”

“On what?” She asked quietly, titling her body toward his.

“Your room or mine?”

“That’s mighty presumptuous of you.”

“Perhaps.” He smirked, turning back toward the bar. “However, you’ve already admitted the accent is a turn on, and I’ve caught you staring more than once, I think you might be quite taken by my devilishly handsome features.” He grinned into his drink before taking a sip. God he had missed this. He hadn’t flirted with a woman in ages. She snorted as she sat her drink back on the bar, the ice clinking around in the glass at the bottom. “Can I buy you another?”

He caught her eye, and she shook her head with a sly smile. “Think I’ve had enough alcohol for one evening.”

“Why, love? You a bit worried you'll find me even more irresistible after a few libations?” He teased.

Her laugh was loud and raucous, but it was like music to his ears. He watched as her head tilted back, a smile widening on her face.

One moment they were sitting in the bar, staring into each other’s eyes and the next they were in the elevator, his mouth on her neck, her hands pressed against his crotch. They barely made it to his room before he had her out of her clothes, her body pressed against his, long legs wrapped around his waist as he fumbled in his wallet for the condom he had kept in his pocket for a year, wasting away from his lack of dating.

He devoured her well into the night, memorizing every exquisite part of her body, down to the freckles on the inside of her thigh.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t been with a woman before, back in university he and Neal spent their evenings at the local bar looking for the next woman to warm their bed, but that had been years ago and as he had aged he grew tired of bedding a woman simply to prove he could.

He hadn’t intended to have relations with anyone on his trip to Vegas until he laid eyes on the woman who shared his bed that evening. She enchanted him, brought every one of his senses to life simply by looking at him. Sex with her had awakened something in him that had laid dormant inside him for years.

Burning need and desire.

He couldn’t get enough of her, the sound he elicited when his tongue slipped between her folds, the way she moaned when he entered her, or the way she leaned against his chest once they were both sated and physically exhausted.

He held her in his arms until his body finally gave way to sleep, content and relaxed.

When his alarm went off on his bedside table the next morning, he groaned as he turned it off, rolling over to find the bed empty beside him.

She was gone. It was in that moment that he realized he never asked her name. Another chapter in the sad story of the life of Killian Jones.

~*~

3 years later

“I hate flying.” Robin squirmed in the seat beside him.

“Would you stop acting like a pussy.” Liam groused as he poured a small bottle of rum into his diet coke.

“I’m just saying it’s not natural to fly, we aren’t birds.” Robin countered.

“Would you prefer we swam here, brother?” Liam teased and Robin grabbed the drink sitting in front of him and downed the entire thing.

“Bloody hell, that was mine.”

Killian stared out the tiny window as the world got smaller below him. It would be another seven hours before they landed in New York. Neal Cassidy, his childhood friend, and co-worker was getting married. Neal had been located at the same branch as Killian in London since they began working for Liam. But after traveling every few months to New York to run the accounting portion of the business, Liam allowed him to relocate to New York four years ago. It had been a year since Killian had last seen his friend and now he was getting hitched.

Neal had been unusually quiet about his personal life, no one at the firm had even met this mysterious woman that he had been seeing for the last 3 and a half years. When she gave birth to their son a couple of years back, no one was more shocked than Killian to get a photo of a newborn with the caption, “Look what I made” underneath it. Neal had always been a ladies’ man, children were never a priority for him, so seeing him on the screen with a child in his arms was something he could hardly believe.

Killian had called Neal that evening, demanding to know why they had been kept in the dark for so long only for Neal to act his usual self, promising to provide more details when they all could meet in person.

Six months ago, he received a photo of a woman’s hand with a large diamond ring on it, captioned “she said yes.” He was happy for his friend, and anxious to meet the woman who had stolen him away from them for so long.

“Maybe she only has one eye.” Killian snapped his attention to the conversation going on beside him. “Or she’s unusually grotesque.” Robin was stating.

“Are you talking about the last woman you bedded, mate?” He teased.

“This Emma woman that Neal is marrying, we were just saying that Neal has never sent a photo of her.” Liam answered. “Seems odd.”

“Seems like something Neal would do. Most likely she’s bloody gorgeous and he was afraid one of us would steal her away if he showed us her photo.” Killian shrugged.

“Well, you do have a history of…” Robin began.

“Bugger off, Shelia doesn’t count. Neal wasn’t even interested in her.” Killian countered.

“But he was in love with Susan, and I seem to recall he found you in bed with her the morning after she spent the night with him.”

“Is it my fault that she was roaming our flat at 3am in nothing but lacy panties and a smile?” He joked.

“You’re impossible.” Liam snorted.

“I’m happy for Neal. Honestly, I never saw him settling down, he was always a selfish bastard, I’m shocked he had time to make an honest woman out of this lass.” Killian shrugged.

“Love is magic, mate.” Robin winked.

“Makes many a man falter and give up his selfish ways.” He brother sighed.

“And that’s why I avoid love at all costs.” He mumbled.

“He’ll never get laid again, the stupid git.” Robin laughed.

“A toast to the poor bastard.” Liam raised his glass. “May his drinks be as plentiful as his balls will be blue.”

“To Neal…” They all cheered.

~*~

Emma ran around the apartment picking up dishes and clothing that had been left strewn throughout the rooms. There were toys littering the floor of every corner in the apartment. Henry was barely a few months older than two and he had more toys than he could even play with in a full day.

She needed the apartment to look clean, or perhaps clean enough so she didn’t look like a failure as a mother and future wife. But the house was a wreck, and she had no time to keep up with it.

Today she was finally going to meet Neal’s co-workers, who were practically the only family he had growing up. She had heard so much about them, or as much as Neal would share with her, and they were finally coming to New York for the wedding on Sunday.

She was so anxious that the men Neal had grown up with would find her to be lacking as a match for their friend. In particular, she was most interested in the opinion of Killian Jones, he was Neal’s closest friend and the one who knew best what Neal was like when he was younger. She couldn’t wait to hear stories about him. Neal was a private person and kept much of his past life hidden from her, but Emma was naturally curious what he had been like before she met him.

“Are you wearing that?” Emma looked up as Neal entered the living room, standing in front of her in a blue button-down shirt and jeans. She looked down at her yoga pants and stained t-shirt.

“Yes Neal, after I cleaned the toilet, I thought I would just stay in these clothes to meet your closest friends.” She said with a snort. “I’m changing after I finish the living room.”

“Oh, ok good. Not that I don’t appreciate the yoga pants, but I’d prefer you not have your ass on display when you meet Killian.” He walked up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Just Killian? Not Robin or Liam?” She narrowed her eyes. “Interesting, is there a story you aren’t telling me?” She teased.

He fidgeted for a moment and then smiled. “Just a little brotherly rivalry.” He bent his head to her neck, pecking lightly at her skin.

“Ah, well, don’t forget, you’re the one I’m marrying.” She reassured him.

“Wanna prove that to me right now.” He growled against her ear as their son bobbled into the room.

“Mama…”

Neal sighed and she felt his weight against her shoulder as he deflated against her. She stepped out of his embrace and picked up her son. “Hey bud, you ready for a bath?” She asked excitedly.

“Bubbas.”

“Yes with bubbles.” She said, offering an apologetic glance in Neal’s direction. “Rain check, babe.”

“One of these days I’m gonna need the sun to shine…” She heard him shout playfully as she took Henry to the bathtub.

Emma ran the water, setting her son into the tub. She knew Neal was frustrated, their lack of sex lately had been noticeable to her as well, but she could rarely help how tired she was after a long day in the office and then taking care of Henry once she got him home from daycare. Neal was ok at parenting, but he wasn’t the most attentive parent, so Emma spent a lot of time keeping a watchful eye on Henry as he became more curious around the apartment.

Emma did love her life. She loved her son. And she loved Neal.

She wasn’t always sure that she wanted to settle down with him, she had struggled when he asked her to move in with him. Emma did what she always did the night he asked her, she ran. She had a convention in Vegas that week and she used it as the perfect excuse to postpone her answer.

Of course, that excuse turned into an entirely different problem in Vegas. A sexual encounter with a stranger she met at a bar, something she had never done in her entire life, ultimately made her realize that she needed to stop running and settle down. She was getting too old to begin having one-night stands, it was time to grow up. So, she did what every responsibleadult should do when they reached a certain age, she did the walk of shame back to her hotel room, got on a plane, moved in with Neal, and acted like a grown up.

And then she found out she was pregnant and well, here she was now…a two-year-old son, a busy life, and finally giving in to the M word. Marriage. She shivered as she thought about the approaching date. She was going to be someone’s wife soon.

It was all part of the plan, she reminded herself.

Neal had a 5-year plan, get married, have another kid, buy a house, and retire to Florida. Emma had resisted getting on board with the plan, she didn’t understand why they needed to map out every aspect of their life. She was used to just doing what felt natural to her.

Though she supposed that’s what got her into this whole mess to begin with.

Had she walked away from the bar that night, had she not gotten into an elevator with a man who’s name she still didn’t know…perhaps things would be different. Maybe her life would have taken her somewhere else.

Lately she spent a lot of time thinking about the what ifs of Emma Swan’s life. What if she had left the bar alone that night, would she still be marrying Neal? What if she stayed until the man woke up that morning, would she have asked his name? What if she got his number? Would he still be in her life?

She brushed her son’s dark hair out of his face and smiled down at him, his blue eyes shining back at her. She knew she wouldn’t change anything in her life, without the decisions she had made, good or bad, she wouldn’t have her son. Henry was the most important thing in her life. She would do anything for him.

She supposed if the man in the hotel room had taught her anything, it was how to love something so fierce that you would do anything to hold on to it. Even if she never knew his name, he had given her the most important thing in the world. Henry.

Neal never questioned her; never took into account that she became pregnant almost immediately after moving in with him. There was always the chance that the child could be Neal’s, and she couldn’t bear to tell him the truth about the man in the hotel, the man she was with before she had settled on Neal. It was selfish on her part, but she didn’t know the man’s name she had spent the evening with, so he could never be a father to Henry, but Neal could. She was always determined that she would make that be enough for Henry.

~*~

Killian grabbed his bags from the turnstile, heaving the strap onto his shoulder. He watched as Robin struggled with another woman over his own bag, arguing over who the bag belonged to.

“I beg your pardon, are you telling me that your name is Robin Locksley as well?” He pointed to the name on the bag with an indignant stare. “Of course you aren’t.” The woman removed her hand and Robin dragged the bag away from her with a triumphant raise of his chin.

“Did you want to take her outside?” Killian joked. “Perhaps a lashing is in order.”

“Bugger off.”

“He gets very cranky when he travels.” Liam whispered as Robin flashed his middle finger in their direction. Killian laughed and followed his brother through the halls of the airport. They were to meet Neal outside the terminal where he was going to pick them up.

The moment they stepped into the sunlight of New York City he recognized Neal stepping out of his car. “Jones.” He greeted him with a hug.

“Cassidy. Where’s the ball and chain? I’m starting to think she’s not real.” He joked.

“Trust me, she’s real. She’s back at the apartment, Henry gets cranky in the evening, so we thought it best he take a nap before we go to dinner. I’ll drop you at your hotel and we can all meet back up at the restaurant.”

“Who the hell are you? You sound so domesticated.” Robin wrinkled his nose as he reached them, embracing Neal in a hug.

“You know me, I’ll never be fully domesticated, but I suppose it can’t all be helped.” He laughed. “Shall we?”

Killian climbed into the back of the car, watching the city fly by as they drove to their hotel. He had been to the city before, they had done business in New York a multitude of time in the past, but he hadn’t been back to the states since his trip to Las Vegas. Since her.

Many nights, he found himself imagining what her name could be. He would sometimes dream about her, she would introduce herself, her name on the tip of her tongue and then he would wake up in a cold sweat, still wondering what it was, or if he would ever find out.

He scanned the faces of the pedestrians walking by, always hoping that one day, he would see her face. He knew that was ridiculous, she was one in millions, he had no idea where she even lived.

“What does one even say to a baby?” Robin asked as he stepped into the hall from his room. “Do two-year old’s talk?”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine; just pretend you’re talking to Killian.” Liam scoffed as they entered the elevator.

“You’re hilarious brother.”

“But I’m not wrong.” He winked, climbing into the cab as they headed out that evening.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Killian could feel the anticipation of finally meeting the woman of Neal’s dreams. Would she be short, tall, maybe a red head, or perhaps dark hair, Neal had always been attracted to dark haired women?

When they entered the restaurant they were led to a back room where Neal was waiting for them, he approached them immediately, hugging him with a giant smile. “I’m so glad you guys made it. I hope you were able to get a short rest at the hotel.” Killian smiled as Neal turned toward the back of the room. “I want you to meet, Emma.”

A woman approached them, blonde hair bobbing at her shoulders, she stepped next to Neal and his heart stopped the moment their eyes met. It was impossible. This couldn’t be happening.

“Emma, this is Killian.” The woman swallowed, extending her hand without a word. He blinked, trying to stop his chest from heaving, needing to catch his breath. He looked at Neal, waiting for the cameras to jump out from behind him and announce that he had just been pranked on one of those ridiculous comedy shows American’s loved so much.

Robin elbowed him and he flinched back to reality, lifting his hand to take hers, he smiled nervously. “Nice to finally meet you Emma.” He barely recognized his own voice, and he was sure she had paled when his eyes met hers again, certain that she was suddenly having the same panic attack as he was.

“I can hardly believe we’re meeting like this.” She said with a shaky breath and a nervous laugh.

“You’re telling me.” He laughed uncomfortably. Robin glanced at him with narrowed eyes and Killian dropped the woman’s hand.

“This is…” Emma started. “Just wow. I mean…wow.”

“I’m Robin.” He interrupted the trance that was held over Emma and Killian’s stare, pressing his hand between them to shake hers.

“And this is the big man, Liam.” Neal smiled largely. “He’s the entire reason we met.” He said proudly. “If he hadn’t sent me to New York for that negation, I never would have met you at all.”

Killian cursed under his breath as he glared angrily at his brother.

“Mama…” A child with dark brown hair, nestled his way between them, reaching up to pull on his mother’s skirt. Emma reached down and lifted the boy against her chest. Her hand instinctively brushing his hair back from his face.

“Um, this is Henry.” She said timidly. “My…our son.” She added as she looked at Neal. The boy turned his attention toward Killian, the brightest blue eyes staring back at him. He bit his lip, a strange sensation overtaking him as he felt sweat start to bead on his brow. Something about the child clearly affected him, something he couldn’t explain.

“He’s adorable.” Robin mused, making a face at the boy.

“I’m two.” The child said, holding up his fingers.

“Two years old, I’m surprised he’s survived that long with Neal around.” Liam joked.

“We just had his birthday party a few months back and he was just so amused by everything at the party.”

Killian was counting on his fingers, adding numbers in his head. It was ridiculous and yet staring at the boy, seeing his face, his blue eyes, the fact that he looked nothing at all like Neal and so much like…

No. It wasn’t possible.

“When’s his birthday?” Killian interrupted and Emma jerked her head in his direction.

“August 15th, right in the middle of the hot summer, it was rough on Emma.” Neal laughed.

Not possible. He stepped away from the table, mumbling to himself. “9 months…that’s November…convention was on the 11th…”

“Have a drink.” Robin pressed a beer into his hand.

“I need rum.” He grumbled, looking over at the woman currently at the crux of all his anxiety.

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing, I just…I need air.” He pushed his way out of the room, stumbling toward the bar at the front of the restaurant. “Rum, ice. Make it a double.” He said in a haze.

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this.”

Killian glared at the woman who stepped up to the bar next to him. “Were you already with him…” He asked, refusing to make with the niceties any longer. “The night we met?”

She sighed. “It was complicated.”

He laughed loudly. “Apparently so.” Grabbing his drink he sank the shot, swallowing the liquid with a gulp. “Does he know?”

“About us?”

“No not about us. Of course he doesn’t know about us, if he knew that, he never would have invited me here. I’m talking about your son. Does he know the lad isn’t his?”

She paled, blinking a few times as she looked around the bar nervously. “What are…” He laughed again as she feigned some sort of ignorance at the topic, gesturing for the bartender to bring him another round.

“I know how math works.” He remarked softly, staring at her hands. “He was born in August, that’s nine months after the conference.”

“I was already dating Neal before the conference, even if it wasn’t exclusive, sex was involved.”

“So you’ve said, but I never did think that boy looked much like Cassidy. I chalked it up to grainy photos over the internet, but seeing him in person, well that just smacks you right in the face doesn’t it, love.”

“I couldn’t tell him. And I didn’t know who you are. I didn’t know what to do so I…”

Killian couldn’t stop his laughter, grabbing his drink and downing the liquid again in one shot. “So, you lied to my best friend, trapped him into having your kid, my kid?”

“It wasn’t like that.” She shot back. “You weren’t there, you don’t know what it was like being faced with raising him on my own.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t disappeared in the middle of the bloody night.” People were beginning to look at them and Killian lowered his head and turned back to the bar.

“What did you want me to do? Drop my life? Beg you not to go back to London because of one night together? We had sex, that’s all it was.”

“And you didn’t think it pertinent information to try and let me know I had a son?”

“I didn’t know your fucking name.” She screamed, tears dripping from her eyes before she reached out and laid her hand on his arm. “I did what I had to do; I’m not going to apologize to you for that. I’m just asking you not to destroy my life.” He met her eyes and found fear behind her green irises. He realized she was terrified that he could take everything she had away from her by telling Neal her truth.

He sighed. “I’m not going to ruin your life, love.”

“You’re not going to tell Neal.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’ve never lied to him before, but I have fucked shit up for him in the past. I don’t want to be responsible for doing that now. But be careful love, because eventually, the truth always comes out.”

“I really am sorry.”

“For which part, cheating on Cassidy, having sex with me, disappearing without a trace, or giving birth to a child I knew nothing about?"

“I didn’t cheat on him. We weren’t exclusive yet.”

“Aye love, that will help me sleep better at night.” He stood from his seat, leaving her standing at the bar alone wiping her eyes.

~*~

Emma stared at herself in the mirror of the restroom. She had streaks of mascara on her cheeks and her eyes were red. She knew she needed to clean herself up and get back to the dinner table. Neal would start to wonder where she had gone. She was sure that Henry had probably gotten into something he shouldn’t have by now.

She reapplied her lipstick, cleaned her face and took a deep breath. She had no idea how she was going to get through this night, much less the weekend.

When she saw Killian standing there, still the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on, she almost vomited on the floor. At first she thought she must have died and was stuck in some sort of purgatory where you are forced to face your worst fears, in the same room, all at the same time, and then he took her hand, and everything stopped.

He was there right in front of her, the man she had wondered so often about, the father of her child. Standing right there in front of her, and of course he would be Neal’s best friend.

Fuck. Life really did have it out for her.

She knew the moment he laid eyes on her son, their son, that he had known the truth she desperately wanted to remain hidden. She could see the wheels turning in his head. Everything she had worked so hard to build would be ruined, destroyed.

It was selfish, she knew that. He had a right to know his son, but after all these years, she had thought that wasn’t possible. She had moved on, accepting Neal as Henry’s father. She had convinced herself that she had done the right thing by Henry. And now she couldn’t ignore the screaming in her head that one day soon she was going to have to face the consequences for her deception.

But she couldn’t deal with that now, not days before the wedding. She would tell him later. Once the wedding was over, once Killian had returned home, once she was ready…who was she kidding? She was never going to be ready for this.

She returned to the back room, taking her place next to the man she was going to marry.

“You alright?” He asked as she sat down.

“Yes, I haven’t eaten all day, just feeling sick to my stomach.”

“As long as you aren’t pregnant again.” He laughed loudly and Emma felt Killian’s eyes staring into her. “Last time was hell. Never seen a woman vomit like that, except for maybe on the Exorcist.”

“Neal…” She glared. “I’m sure your friends don’t want to hear horror pregnancy stories.”

“I find them quite fascinating.” She heard Killian lament across from her. “Do tell Neal, how did the two of you find out that Emma was pregnant.”

She glared at him from her spot at the table, but Neal carried on. “Honestly, she’d been gone so much during that time we thought she was just tired from all her traveling or perhaps that she had caught some sort of illness from being around all sorts of people.”

“One never can be too careful with travel.” He said, lifting his glass and taking another sip of his drink. Emma wanted to smack the glass out of his hand.

“Exactly, did you know that you had the chance to meet Emma back then?” Emma choked on her water.

“Do tell?” Killian smirked.

“I didn’t know it at the time, but she attended that convention, the one in Vegas that you had to attend because Liam forgot how to ride a bike.” Liam gestured inappropriately at Neal.

“Did she now?” Their eyes met and she narrowed hers. “How unfortunate that our paths never crossed.”

“Small world right?” Neal laughed. “But fortunate for me.”

“Why is that Cassidy?”

“Well, if she had met you, she might have never come home to me. I know how well that Jones charm works on women. It’s that fucking accent, man. I could never compete.”

“You did quite well for yourself as I can recall.”

“Except for the ones you stole right out from under my nose.” He winked. “Bastard always took the best ones out from under me.”

Killian blinked, finishing his drink as if he was contemplating how to respond. “Well, looks like the best man won this time. Seems you’ve bested me.” Emma swallowed hard as his eyes met hers. She felt Neal’s arm wrap around her shoulder.

“I won the lottery with this one.” He beamed and Emma felt the sharp knife dig a little further into her chest.

“Aye, you certainly have, Mate.” Killian responded softly and Emma forced herself to look away, avoiding the sincere gaze of regret across the man’s face.

~*~

“You were in rare form tonight, brother.” Liam lectured in the cab. “It wasn’t a bachelor party; you know that right?”

“Aye, but we were celebrating.” He countered with an angry slur.

“Not with the entire liquor cabinet.” He responded in disgust.

“Apologizes for not living up to your expectations.” He pouted.

He avoided the disapproving glare from the front seat, focusing only on the blur outside the window of the cab. When he got to his hotel room, Robin stayed back as Liam bid them goodnight.

“What got into you tonight?”

“Can’t a man be excited for his best friend to marry the love of his life?”

Robin chuckled. “He can, but I didn’t sense that you were there to congratulate him. Do you not approve of Emma?”

“What’s to approve of, he’s in love with her, she has a child…”

“Well yes, and they are getting married.”

“How wonderful for them.” Killian opened the door to his room, groaning as Robin entered behind him.

“I’ve never known to you be so sour when meeting someone, it was like you wanted to stab the woman in the eye all night.”

“Oh, to be so blunt.” He groaned, reaching for the tiny bottle of rum in his mini bar.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough alcohol tonight?”

“There isn’t enough alcohol in all the world to cure what ails me.” He shot back.

“Henry was cute wasn’t he, it’s hard to believe that of all the people we know, Neal would be the first to procreate.”

He snorted a laugh, taking a large gulp of his drink. “Find it hard to believe myself. Odd that he looks nothing like him, don’t you think.”

“Killian.” The man said with a warning tone.

“Is it a crime to point out the obvious.” He said loudly.

“Can you try just being happy for your best friend for once, without there being some reason to doubt it. I swear, I have no idea what made you such a cynic, but sometimes good things just happen to good people.”

He scoffed. “But not to me. I just get fucked up the arse, don’t I?”

“What is your problem, mate?”

“That could have been me.” He shouted. “I could be getting married, a child in my lap, staring at the woman who made me happier than I’ve ever been, but of course that goes to Neal.”

“Killian, you don’t even date, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“Why should he have everything!” He shouted. “He gets to live my life. With my child. With her.”

“You’re not even making sense, you’re drunk, go to bed.” Robin spat as Killian reached out for the wall, feeling the room spin around him. He turned and slid down the wall of his room.

“I met her in Vegas.” He said through tears. “I didn’t even know her name.”

Robin turned around and faced him, hands on his hips. “Bloody hell, tell me you’re fucking around right now!”

“I wish I was. I swear I never knew she was with Neal. Not until tonight. Not until I saw that boy.”

“Oh my God.” Robin paced the room until realization washed over him, he walked over to the mini bar and poured himself a drink before draining all the liquid in the glass. “How is this possible?”

“Someone hates me up there.” He laughed.

“You’re serious aren’t you.” His friend exclaimed as he sat down on the floor next to him.

“Aye. I met her at that bloody conference. We had the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life; it’s haunted me ever since. I never got her name; I had no idea she was with Neal. But tonight, the moment I saw that boy, those damn blue eyes, I knew.”

“Are you sure?”

“She all but confirmed it when I spoke to her, she’s worried I’ll ruin the ruse with Neal by telling him the truth.”

“You can’t tell him.” Robin insisted suddenly.

“I have a child.” He stated angrily.

“I know, but…” Robin sighed. “He’s Neal’s. He has been for over 2 years. What are you going to do, walk in there and tell him you took yet another thing from him?”

“That’s not my fault. I didn’t know.”

“I know that, and honestly I’m sorry, this sucks. But Killian, he’s getting married in two days.”

“I’ve thought about her for over two years.”

“Thinking and doing something about it are two different things. While you’ve been having wet dreams, Neal’s been raising this child, living with Emma, he’s getting married to Emma.”

Killian hit his head against the wall behind him. “If I had known, I would have destroyed heaven and earth to find her.”

“You have to let it go.” Robin said softly.

“I’m supposed to just pretend like I never saw that boy?”

“Yes.” He said matter-of-factly. “Move on, go home, continue on with your life.”

“How is that fair?” He asked sadly.

“It’s not. Look I don’t know what to say here. You met her once…”

“She’s haunted me every day since she left.” He responded honestly. “I haven’t been with a woman since.”

“Ok, so I don’t know what to unpack there. The fact that a woman you slept with once is that good in bed that you can’t stop thinking about her, or the fact that you haven’t slept with someone for over two years.”

“Either way, I’m in hell.” He grumbled.

“The fact still stands; Neal is marrying her in two days. He’s your best friend.”

“I hate him. He doesn’t deserve her.”

“You don’t hate him. He took care of her; he took care of her child. No matter who made the boy, Neal has been his father. Has she said anything that has given you cause to think that she doesn’t want to go through with marrying Neal?”

He turned toward Robin and glared. “I hate you too.”

“I am sorry. I’m sure this was not how you expected this trip to go. I wish you would have shared this torment with me earlier.”

He hung his head against his chest. “How do I just walk away?”

The man beside him sighed. “You hold your head high, be there for your best friend, and go back to your life. It won’t be easy, but it’s the right thing to do.”

Killian cried softly, feeling the arms of his friend wrap around his back. Just this once, he didn’t want to do the right thing. He wanted everything. But alas, he knew his friend was right.

~*~

Emma woke the next morning with a heavy weight sitting on her chest. The evening prior had gone worse than she could have ever imagined. She rolled over and reached for the man beside her, only to find an empty pillow.

The door opened and Neal walked in with a tray. “Good morning, future wife.”

Emma sat up on her elbows. “What’s this?”

“I figured since I wasn’t going to see you until the wedding, I’d feed you before I go.”

“You’re leaving already?” He leaned over and kissed her on the head.

“Yeah, gonna go out with the boys tonight, I’m staying at the hotel.”

She frowned. “I thought you were coming home tonight?”

“I can’t come home drunk the night before the wedding.” He laughed. “You’ll be good though, you’ve got Henry.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll just see you at the ceremony.” She frowned.

“Come on Ems, it’s just one day. We’ll have the rest of our lives to see each other.” He patted her on the head before picking up his keys and leaving the apartment.

Emma spent the rest of the morning wandering nervously around the apartment, she needed to get out of the house, to clear her mind. She dressed Henry and put him in his stroller, heading toward the park.

Emma wished she had a mother or even a girlfriend to share all her problems with. Right now, she just needed someone to talk to. Henry cooed in his stroller and Emma absentmindedly shook the toy in front of his face. “Mama sad.”

Emma looked down at her son and smiled. “I’m not sad, baby.”

“Mama sad.” He babbled again.

“I’m not sad, I just…” She watched as her son grinned at her. She envied the innocence of a small child. “I never thought I’d see your dad again.” She realized how ridiculous it was that she was talking to her two-year-old child about her problems. “I only met him once.” She continued, knowing she had no one else to talk to about this. “He was beautiful.” She mused. “You have his eyes, you know. Those bright baby blues that have me completely at your will.” The boy laughed and Emma lifted him into her arms.

“I don’t know what to do.” She gulped as a tear slid down her cheek. “Neal’s been good to us. But I can’t help but wonder…” She sighed. “Is it fair to you, not knowing who your father is?” The boy pressed his palm against her cheek.

“Mama sad.”

She laughed. “Ok yes, Mama’s sad.”

~*~

Killian threw his empty beer bottle onto the ground, reaching over to grab another one from the cooler. “Yeah but didn’t you have sex with Kayla anyway?”

Killian watched Neal and Robin sitting in the lounge chairs across from him. “I had to get to her before Killian did.”

He rolled his eyes, “You act like I fucked everyone you’ve ever laid eyes on, Mate.” He said with an icy tone and Robin shook his head warily.

“Someone’s cranky.” Neal teased.

“I’m not bloody cranky, I’m just tired of you making everything that ever went wrong in your life somehow my bleeding fault.”

“It’s just jet lag.” Robin interjected before Neal could respond. “Perhaps you need a nap.”

Killian titled his beer back and swallowed. “Perhaps.” He knew he was behaving poorly; he just couldn’t control himself.

“We got a few hours before we head out tonight, why don’t you go lie down. I need my best man in the right frame of mind.” Standing up, Neal walked over and held out his hand to Killian, pulling him up from his chair. “Brothers for life, man.”

Killian patted the man on the back. “Brothers for life.” He repeated.

He walked slowly back to his room but stopped short as he turned the corner. Emma was standing in front of his door, a stroller next to her, and a screaming child in her arms.

“Emma?”

[wistfulcynic]

The Meet-Cute (2 of 2)

In which Ruby decides that what Emma’s love life needs is a good old-fashioned meet-cute, and sets about arranging one for her. Or two, or three, or six... whatever, she’ll set up however many it takes for her friend to meet The One. But it may turn out that Emma doesn’t need any help finding The One after all...

First part on Tumblr and AO3 

a/n: this chapter contains sweetness, quite a lot of silliness, and a big ol’ hot kiss. 

Thanks to @optomisticgirl for the idea and @thisonesatellite, @ohmightydevviepuu, and @katie-dub for support and general delightfulness. 

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PART TWO:

The next day was Wednesday and Emma spent the morning on patrol, driving around Storybrooke and trying not to think about how far away Friday was. She was just about to take a break and go to Granny’s for some coffee when her phone rang. The name on the screen was just about the last one she would ever have expected, and she frowned hard at it for the space of a good four rings before answering. 

“Graham?” 

“Hey, Emma.” His voice was just as she remembered it, gruff and accented. And faintly apologetic, which was new. “Um. Long time.” 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. How’s life in the woods?”

“Ah, yeah, it’s good. And, um, about that. It’s actually why I’m calling. Because I can’t come in to town, I mean.” 

“Well I didn’t think it was because you wanted to catch up on old times,” said Emma drily. “What’s the problem?” 

“It’s my truck.” Graham paused and the silence stretched. 

“Your truck?” Emma prompted, her patience wearing thin. She was not in the mood for Graham’s strong-and-silent schtick today.  

“My truck.” He sighed. “It—well, it seems to be out of gas.” 

Emma rubbed her temples. “And how is your lack of forward planning the responsibility of the Storybrooke Sheriff’s Department?” she asked, in a voice just shy of a snap. 

“Well that’s the thing, I did forward plan,” said Graham. “I had a full tank last night because I knew that today I needed to drive to Portland. There’s a forestry convention I’m going to—well, it’s not important, but I wanted to get an early start so I made sure everything was ready before I went to bed last night. Then this morning I wake up to find my tank empty and the spare can missing.”

A creeping suspicion was beginning to crawl up Emma’s spine. “So you think, what, someone stole your gas?” 

“I know it sounds crazy, but honestly I can’t come up with any other explanation.” 

“Graham, do you happen to know Ruby Lucas?” 

He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was confused. “Ah, the woman at the diner?” 

“That’s her.” 

“I chat with her whenever I go there, maybe once or twice a month. She seems nice. Why?” 

“No reason.” Emma glowered through her windshield at Granny’s sign as she drove past it. “Listen, I can bring you a can of gas but it’ll take me at least half an hour to get it and get out to you. Does that leave you enough time to get to Portland?” 

“Yeah, it should. I’ll have to change my plans a bit, but it’ll be okay. Only, Emma, what about the person who emptied my tank—” 

Emma set her jaw as she pulled into the gas station. “I’ll take care of it.” 

—

Thursday morning found her in Granny’s early, marching up to the counter with her fists planted on her hips. 

“I could arrest you, you know. I probably should.” 

“What?” Ruby blinked innocent eyes as she prepared Emma’s coffee, with plenty of milk and extra cinnamon and hazelnut syrups. “What did I do?” 

“Emptying a gas tank is stealing, Rubes. You’ve got to stop doing this stuff!” 

Ruby handed her the coffee, and a bag containing a fresh bear claw. Emma scowled at it as Ruby asked “Did it get you a date, at least?” 

“It did not. At least, not in this decade.” 

“Um.” Ruby frowned. “What?” 

“I already dated Graham.” Emma decided that while the bear claw was unmistakably a bribe she could always just eat the evidence, and took a big bite. 

“You did?” Ruby demanded. “When?” 

“I’m surprised you don’t remember,” muttered Emma around her mouthful of pastry and nuts. “It wasn’t long after I moved to Storybrooke. Just before he decided to ‘escape the cage of civilisation’ and moved out to the middle of nowhere.” 

“Wait, wait. It’s coming back to me now. Are you saying that Graham is Mountain Lodge Guy?” 

“Yep.” 

“Fuuuuck Ems, I’m sorry.” To her credit, Ruby did look genuinely apologetic. 

“Well you should be,” retorted Emma, hardening her heart. “And you should stop doing this, Ruby! It’s getting ridiculous. I mean, it was always ridiculous but now it’s branching into minor-felony-level ridiculous. Please, I am begging you, stop.” 

“Ah,” said Ruby, biting her lip. “Um, can I stop tomorrow?” 

Emma’ blood ran cold. “Why?”

“I—may have already put the next plan into motion.” 

“What? What plan?” Emma demanded, just as her phone started ringing. 

Ruby grimaced. “Let’s just say you’d probably better answer that.” 

—

Emma took a deep breath and squared her shoulders before knocking firmly on the door of a large, sprawling house on the edge of town. It swung open immediately to reveal a man wearing a frantic expression, his dark hair standing up on end. 

“Oh, thank God!” he cried, falling to his knees. “Thank God.” The dog at the end of the leash Emma had looped around her hand wriggled in delight as he licked the man’s face. The man hugged the dog tightly, laughing as his cheeks was thoroughly washed. “How’d you find him?” he asked. 

Emma watched the reunion with a reluctant smile. “I had a tip,” she replied wryly. “Someone spotted him in the street and managed to grab him. They let the sheriff’s department know, and we cross-checked his description with reports of missing dogs.” Or at least that’s what she would have done had the dog actually been missing, and not lured into the backseat of a car by Ruby armed with a juicy steak. The dog had spent the morning in the storage room of the diner, gnawing happily at the bone for an hour before taking a long nap on a cosy blanket. And now he was home again, unharmed and with a belly full of steak. All in all not a bad morning for him, Emma reflected, though she felt sorry for his owner. 

The owner who was now rising to his feet and eyeing Emma with the eye of a man who, reassured of his beloved pet’s safety, could turn his attention to other matters. 

“I’m August,” he said, offering his hand. “August Booth.” 

Emma knew this of course, because Ruby had told her, but she took his hand anyway. “Emma Swan.” 

“Emma,” August repeated. “I’ve seen you around, obviously, but—well it’s nice to finally meet you. Can I offer you a drink or anything?” 

She shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I’m on duty and I really should get back to it.” 

“Of course.” He gave her a hopeful smile, as the dog bounced cheerfully at his side. “Another time, maybe?” 

“Ah, maybe.” Emma’s own smile was noncommittal. “Have a nice day.” 

“You too. Emma.” 

__

Emma got home that evening to find Henry with a huge grin on his face and an A on his solar system project. 

“Look, Mom!” he cried, waving the paper at her. “Mr Johnson said it was one of the best projects he’s ever seen!” 

“Wow, that’s great, Henry!” Emma took the paper and examined it with a beam of pride. “Well done!” 

“I can’t wait to tell Killian.’ Henry was bouncing on his heels. “Can we call him? Maybe he can come over again!” 

“Um, it’s a bit late to invite him over now,” Emma hedged. The truth was that she’d been looking for an excuse to text Killian since he’d left her place on Tuesday night, but was also not sure he’d want her bothering him. “But you can tell him tomorrow.” 

“Is he coming over tomorrow?” 

“Um, yeah. We’re going out.” 

“Out?” Henry’s eyes went wide. “Like on a date?” 

“Yeah. Is that okay?” 

“Mom, you don’t need to ask me if you want to date someone. It’s your life.” 

Emma shook her head, lips pressing together in a bittersweet smile. Sometimes her little baby boy seemed so grown up. It had been happening more and more often lately and though she loved to see it, it also gave her an aching twinge in her heart. 

“But you’re the most important thing in my life,” she said firmly, “and I’m not going to date someone you don’t like.” 

“Well, I like Killian. So as far as I’m concerned, date away.” 

She laughed, and pulled him into a hug. “So you can wait until tomorrow to tell him about your project?” 

Henry heaved a great sigh, though his eyes were laughing. “I suppose.” 

—

Henry may have been able to wait, but Emma found she couldn’t. Barely two hours later, after they’d eaten dinner and Henry had settled down to do his homework, Emma found her fingers typing out a text to Killian without her permission, and sending it before her brain had a chance to object. 

Emma: Henry got an A on his solar system project. 

She held her breath after she clicked send, nerves fluttering in her belly. But it was barely a minute before three dots appeared below her message and then Killian’s reply. 

Killian: That’s brilliant! Tell him I said well done. 

Emma heaved a breath and felt her lips curve in a silly grin. I think he’d rather tell you himself, she texted back. I was just too excited to wait. 

The reply came almost immediately. Your secret is safe with me, love, it said. I’ll pretend it’s the first I’m hearing of the news. 

The silly smile was still on Emma’s face as she tried to think of a way to extend the conversation. Before she could come up with anything the three dots appeared again followed shortly by a message. 

Killian: How was your day, Swan? Any exciting crime on the mean streets of Storybrooke?

Emma’s cheeks began to hurt as her grin widened further, and she settled in to regale Killian with the story of the dog, minus a few key details of course. When she finished he told her about a frustrating patron he’d had, who was looking for a very particular book but could not remember its title or author, or in fact any details about its plot or characters. All he could recall was that it had red on its cover. 

Which, as I’m sure you can imagine, did not much narrow things down, Killian remarked. 

The conversation drifted then onto other topics, flowing so easily that before Emma knew it they had been texting for three hours. When she finally got to bed that night—an hour later than usual—she drifted off with a smile still on her face, thinking of him and of their date the next day. 

—

Wear something warm, Killian had said, and so late on Friday afternoon Emma changed out of the thin blouse she’d worn all day and into a sweater. A new sweater, one she’d bought on an impromptu trip to the boutique that morning. It would be winter soon, she’d reasoned, and she could always use another warm layer. It was definitely not because the sweater was a pretty shade of rose pink that complimented her complexion and made her feel soft and feminine, or because its slim fit hugged her breasts in a very flattering way. 

Not at all. 

She finished the look with dark jeans and a brown leather jacket with a sheepskin trim and headed out into the living room, ten minutes early. 

Henry was watching TV but when she came into the room he looked up and his eyes widened. “You look awesome, Mom!” he said. 

“Thanks, kid.” Emma rubbed her damp palms on her jeans. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so nervous. “Are you sure you’re okay with staying here by yourself?” she asked Henry, who rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said. “I have your number and Killian’s number and the hospital’s number and Mary Margaret’s number. Mary Margaret is just upstairs if I need her and she’ll come in to check on me at bedtime and make sure I’m not throwing any wild parties.” He gave Emma a sardonic look and she couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Dinner’s in the fridge,” Henry continued, “I’m supposed to do my homework so it’s done for the weekend then I can play video games, and you’ll be home by midnight. Did I forget anything?” 

She put her hands on her hips and shook her head at him. “No, I think that covers it.” 

He got up from the couch and gave her a hug. “I’ll be okay, Mom,” he said reassuringly. “It’s just for a few hours.” 

Emma nodded, squeezing him tightly. “I know.” He was still her baby, though, and it was a mother’s prerogative to worry. 

Henry seemed to sense her mood because he gave her a cheeky grin. “Be sure you’re home on time, though, or else I might turn into a pumpkin,” he teased.  

She laughed. “I promise.” 

Just then the doorbell rang, sending Emma’s heartbeat into overdrive. She took a deep breath and then another as she smoothed her hair and adjusted her clothes. Henry smirked at her and went to open the door. “Hey, Killian!” he greeted. 

“Hello, Henry,” Killian replied, and God, Emma thought, his voice was even sexier than she remembered. “How are you?” 

“Good,” said Henry brightly. “I got an A on my solar system project!” 

“That’s brilliant, lad!” said Killian, catching Emma’s eye and giving her a wink. Probably the least stealthy wink she’d ever seen, more of a full-face twitch. 

Fortunately, Henry was too busy grinning with delight to notice. “Thanks for helping me,” he said.  

“It was my pleasure.” Killian smiled at Henry but his eyes kept flitting to where Emma was standing behind him, hands clasped and trying not to twist them nervously. “Swan,” he said, transferring his smile to her. “You look lovely.” 

“Thanks.” Emma flushed at the compliment and searched for the right words to return it. Killian was dressed in a sweater as well, a thick fisherman’s one in a deep blue shade that brought out his eyes. “You look...” Hot. Gorgeous. Highly fuckab—gah. No. She shook that thought from her head. “…um…” 

He shot her a small smirk, one that said he knew what she was thinking, even as his cheeks went pink. “I know,” he said.  

She rolled her eyes. Of course he did. 

They stood grinning foolishly at each other until Henry gave a loud cough. 

“Ah.” Killian scratched behind his ear, the flush in his cheeks deepening. “Are you ready then, love?” he asked. 

She nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Henry, are you—” 

“Mom.” Henry gave her a stern look. “I’m fine. Go.” 

“All right, all right,” she sighed. “I’m going.” 

She allowed Killian to guide her out the door and down the stairs with a hand hovering just over the small of her back. From another man such a gesture would have felt controlling but from him it just seemed sweet—old-fashioned, like the way he spoke and the general air of courteousness he carried.  

“Where are we going?” she asked, when they exited her building and turned down the sidewalk. 

He smiled, soft and a bit nervous. “You’ll see.” 

They chatted lightly as they walked, conversation made easier by all they had shared in the texting marathon of the previous evening, and when they arrived at the docks a good twenty minutes later Emma felt as though no time had passed at all. 

“What are we doing here?” she asked, looking around in confusion. 

“Come with me.” He held out his hand and she took it without hesitation. Briefly she wondered at how easily she trusted this man she hardly knew, she who almost never trusted anyone, and then he led her up a gangplank and onto a long wooden sailing boat and she forgot everything else in her astonishment. 

“This is yours?” she exclaimed.

“Aye,” said Killian with a small shrug. “You can take the lad off the sea but you can’t take the sea out of the lad. Or something.” 

Emma laughed. “You bought this after you left the navy?” 

“I did,” he replied. “Lived on board for a few months. I was going to stay on her while I was in Storybrooke but Belle said that was ridiculous when there was an empty apartment above the library, so…” 

“Yeah. And doesn’t it get cold at night? On the boat I mean.” 

“I have blankets. And rum.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed. “But yes, the apartment is much more congenial as a place to sleep, so I’m grateful for it.” 

On the boat’s deck a blanket was spread out, with a pile of cushions on one side and a small camp stove on the other. “I thought we could make grilled cheese,” Killian explained. “Henry, ah, told me it was your favourite. And everything tastes better under the stars.” 

Emma felt a lump rising in her throat. “There—there aren’t any stars,” she said. 

Killian smiled at her. “Not yet.” 

She made herself comfortable on the blanket while Killian produced a leather satchel, from which he removed plates and napkins, bread and butter, and a dizzying array of cheeses. 

Emma gaped as he lined them up in front of the stove. “I usually just use the kind that comes in pre-wrapped slices,” she said. 

“Aye, I have some of that.” he replied, holding up a small, square parcel. “Though I thought, maybe, if you were in the mood for it, that you, ah—might be up for trying something new?” 

His expression was so hopeful, so open, and she knew that he wasn’t just talking about the cheese. He meant the way she’d been living, closed-off and untrusting. Alone. He was asking her to let him in, and God, Emma thought, she wanted to. 

“I—yeah.” She swallowed hard, but the smile she gave him was genuine. “I’d like that. But, I’m gonna be honest here, I have no idea which one.” 

Killian laughed, a deep, rich sound that warmed her inside and out. “Try the gouda,” he advised. 

“I don’t even know what that is,” she said, laughing with him. 

The warm smile remained on his lips but there was something deeply solemn in his eyes. “Do you trust me?” he asked. 

Emma swallowed again. “Yeah,” she replied, and it was true. She really did. 

Killian nodded. “Gouda,” he said firmly. 

She nodded back. “Okay.” 

—

The gouda turned out to be delicious, melting into the kind of stringy, gloopy mess that had Emma’s eyes rolling back in her head with delight. Its flavour was mild, almost nutty, and absolutely delicious—way better, she was sure, than the soft, smelly stuff Killian put on his bread. 

“This is amazing,” she said around a mouthful of melted cheese. “That, on the other hand…” 

He chuckled. “It’s an acquired taste.” 

“I’m sure. So... why exactly did you acquire it?” 

An odd look crossed Killian’s face. “Sometimes you eat what’s put in front of you, love, and learn to like it later,” he said, in a voice grim with not entirely pleasant memories. “I’ve been in places where to refuse the food would be a grave insult, and a grave insult could result in... well, let’s just call them unpleasant consequences.” 

“Wow.” 

He gave shrug and an offhand smile. “I mean, not to be dramatic or anything.” 

“Oh no, obviously not.” She munched her cheese, trying to think of a lighter topic. “So, um, what made you become a librarian? No offence but you don’t really seem the type.” 

“No, probably not.” His smile warmed and softened and Emma felt herself relax. “I wanted a quiet life after the navy and I’ve always loved books, so it seemed like a natural choice.” 

“Yeah, I guess I can see that.” 

“It’s been healing,” he said softly. “In more ways than one.” He was silent for a moment, then turned to her with a quirked eyebrow. “And what about you, Emma, what brought you into law enforcement?” he asked. 

“What don’t I seem like the type?” 

“On the contrary, it seems a perfect fit for you. I’d just—like to know you better.” 

Emma felt a flush rise in her cheeks as her heartbeat quickened. “I was in bail bonds before I came to Storybrooke, but there’s not much need for that here so I sort of fell into sheriffing,” she explained. “I didn’t even intend to move here, I was just passing through. But I had car trouble and got stuck for a while, then the job opened up and I just—stayed.” 

“It’s a good place to stay,” Killian remarked. 

“Yeah. Way better than where we were living in the city. Henry was really little when we moved and I’m glad he’s growing up in a place like this.” 

“Aye, it seems an ideal spot to raise a child.” 

There was a wistfulness in his voice that made her heart thump harder. “I just realised I never asked you where you live,” she said. 

“Ah.” He scratched behind his ear again. “That is a question. I’ve been in Boston for the past few years but I’m starting to think I need a change. One of the reasons I was glad for this break in Storybrooke.” 

Emma focused on keeping her breathing steady. “Where do you think you might go?” she asked. 

“I might”—he shot her a mildly wary glance—“stay here.” 

“Here? As in Storybrooke here?” 

“Aye. There’s a job opening up next year at the high school library that I’ve applied for.” 

“I—” She blinked in surprise. “Wow.” 

“I hope it doesn’t freak you out, love,” said Killian, stumbling over his words in his haste to speak them. “It wasn’t because of—well, it isn’t as though you aren’t a factor, but mostly I just—” 

“You could see a future here.” Emma nodded. “Hey, I get it. Same.” 

He visibly relaxed, expelling a long breath before continuing. “I actually put in the application before we met,” he explained. “About fifteen minutes before, in fact. But I’d be lying if I said the prospect of staying here didn’t grow considerably brighter when I realised there was a chance you could be part of that future.” His eyes widened when he realised what he’d said. “I mean, I—” 

“Yeah.” Emma reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I know what you mean.” 

Dusk had fallen by that time, and the stars were beginning to appear in the sky. Killian quickly tidied up the plates and utensils and cheese, then produced from his seemingly bottomless satchel a thermos full of hot chocolate. 

“Mmmm,” said Emma, “that smells amazing. Though I usually have mine with some—”

“Cinnamon?” Killian grinned at her as he held up a small jar of the spice. “Aye.” 

“Henry told you,” guessed Emma. 

“That he did.” 

“When did you have time to mine my son for information about me?” she teased him. 

“We had some quite interesting conversation in between discussions of moons and planets,” he informed her. “It’s a truly wonderful boy you have, love.” 

“Yeah,” she agreed, accepting the steaming cup he offered her. “He really is.” 

Cradling their cups of chocolate, they relaxed back against the pillows and gazed up at the darkening sky. As the stars grew brighter Killian showed her some constellations, pointing to them with one hand while the other lay next to hers on the blanket, close enough that she could brush his little finger with her own. She slid her hand closer and let her fingers curl around his, and when he turned his hand to grip hers more firmly she relaxed against him, resting her head on his shoulder as they sipped their chocolate, looked up at the sky, and talked. They talked about everything, likes and dislikes, pastimes and pet hates. Their childhoods and their dreams for the future, their hopes and their fears. She told him, haltingly, about Neal, and he replied with the story of his affair with a married woman, which had led to him leaving the navy. For two such different people they had a surprising amount in common, she realised. Not so much in the specifics of their lives as in the way they looked at the world, and the experiences that had shaped them. Emma had never in her life felt so understood. 

All too soon her phone buzzed in her pocket, reminding her that it was almost midnight and she had promised Henry she’d be back before then. 

“I have to go,” she said apologetically. “Henry—” 

“Of course,” he replied. “I’ll walk with you.” 

He kept her hand in his as they stood and headed back to her apartment, twining his fingers with hers and brushing his thumb feather-light across her knuckles, setting her heart racing in her chest. His hand was warm and rough and the gentle movements of his thumb sent sparks dancing up her arm and all across her skin. 

When they reached her door she turned with a smile, still holding tight to his fingers, loath to break the contact until she absolutely had to. 

“I had a wonderful time,” she said. “We should do this again.” 

His own smile lit his face, stealing her breath as it always did. “Any time, love,” he murmured. “Perhaps next time we can go for a sail.” 

“I’d love that.” 

His eyes were soft as they caressed her face and she found herself holding her breath as they swayed in each other’s orbit, easing closer and closer, and then closer still until she felt his fingertips brushing across her cheek, until he cradled her jaw in his palm and their lips met. 

The kiss began gently, tentatively—sweet brushes of lips and sighs of breaths that soon grew deeper, hotter, more insistent as the hands they still held gripped tighter, as his fingers left her cheek to tangle in her hair and hers fisted in his sweater to pull him closer. A deep groan rumbled in his chest and Emma felt herself pushed back against the door, his lips insistent now, his tongue hot in her mouth and his body firm against hers. She released his sweater to curl her arm around his neck and hold him tight, pressing herself as close as she could get, rolling her hips over the hardness she could feel low against her belly. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way, if she ever had. Like she couldn’t get enough of him—his feel and smell and taste—like she wanted to tear off his clothes and have him right here, and damn the consequences. But also she felt safe, secure in the certainty that while he clearly wanted her just as much, once the kiss ended he would say goodnight and go, no pressure, no demands, no resentment. She was certain of this because she trusted him, and the inherent decency she’d sensed in him from the beginning.  That kind of trust was freeing, she realised in a bright and stunning flash of understanding. Wonderfully freeing, to let down her defences and put herself into the hands of another person, knowing he wouldn’t take advantage or use that trust to hurt her. Her heart soared as she hugged Killian tighter and kissed him with everything she had, and when the kiss finally ended and he rested his forehead against hers, all she felt was happiness and the stirrings, deep in her heart, of a far stronger emotion. 

“That was—” he gasped, blinking dazed eyes and clearly struggling for words. 

“Amazing?” she supplied. “Incredible? Hot as fuck?”

He gave a breathless chuckle. “One hell of a goodnight kiss. Plus yeah, all those other things.” 

He pressed another kiss on her lips, brief and chaste and gentle, then released her and stepped back. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said. 

Emma tried not to feel bereft at the loss of his warmth and closeness. “Maybe you could come over for dinner,” she said. “I mean, if you’re not busy. It’s just Henry would love to see you, and—” 

“I’d love that,” he said, gently interrupting her before her stream of words could get out of control. “Let me know what I can bring. Not brownies this time.” 

His eyes twinkled with amusement and she gave a slight wince. “Was it that obvious?” 

“I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, Emma, but you’re a bit of an open book,” he replied. “One I’d very much like to read more of.” 

“I—I’d like that too,” she said softly. “And my favourite dessert is lemon bars.” 

“Lemon bars I can manage.” He smiled, a bit wistfully but with a new light in his eyes that made her feel like she could fly. “Goodnight, Emma,” he murmured. 

“Night, Killian.” 

She watched him until he disappeared around the bend in the stairs then slipped into her apartment, shutting the door silently behind her and leaning against for a moment. She closed her eyes and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, then gave herself a little shake and took off her jacket and shoes before padding silently into Henry’s room. He was fast asleep, with the blankets kicked off and bunched around his waist. She pulled them down and tucked them in around him. 

“Mom?” he muttered. 

“Yeah, kid. I’m home,” she whispered. “Go back to sleep.” 

Henry blinked heavy eyelids. “Did you have a good time?” 

“I did. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Go back to sleep.” 

“K,” he replied, and in his next breath she could tell he was asleep again. 

—

The next morning Emma dropped Henry off at a friend’s house and went to Granny’s for some coffee. Ruby greeted her with a scowl. 

“You here alone?” she demanded.

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. “I am.” 

“August another no-go, then?” 

“I have to admit, he was closer than the others,” Emma conceded. “Probably your best attempt yet.” 

“But not good enough?” 

“Nope. Not good enough.” Perhaps once there may have been a time when someone like August would have caught Emma’s eye. Before Neal. Even, possibly, before she’d met Killian. But now...

Ruby planted a fist on her hip and shook her finger at Emma’s nose. “I’ll get you, Emma Swan,” she declared. “Sooner or later, come hell or high water, I will find the man for you. I swear it.” 

“Ruby—” 

“Nope.” The shaking finger became a palm in Emma’s face, which she irritatedly pushed aside. “I know you don’t approve of my tactics,” Ruby continued, “but the gauntlet’s been thrown down. My honour is at stake.” 

“Your honour? Seriously?” 

“Yes, seriously! I’m going to find you a guy or die trying, and that’s just how things are. Now, here’s your coffee.” She thrust a takeaway cup into Emma’s hand and Emma sighed heavily, watching Ruby through narrowed eyes as she handed another cup to another customer, before finally taking a long sip. 

It was a minute before her brain registered the taste of what was in her mouth and then she spit the coffee out with a choking gasp. 

“What the fuck is this?” 

“Coffee,” said Ruby, who was standing ready with a pile of paper napkins. She fluttered her lashes innocently. “Why, is there something wrong with it?”

Just then Emma heard the sound of vigorous coughing and a very familiar voice spoke up from behind her. 

“Excuse me, lass, but I think you may have given me the wrong drink,” it said.

“Oh did I?” cried Ruby. “I am so sorry! What seems to be the problem with it?” 

“Well, it’s, er, very sweet.” 

Emma sighed and turned around to face Killian. His face brightened in surprise and pleasure but she spoke before he could greet her. “I think you must have mine,” she said. “You take it black?” 

“Aye.” 

“Here.” She held out the cup she was holding. “This one’s yours.” 

“Ah. And I suppose that makes this yours.” 

They exchanged cups and smiles, Killian’s bright but confused and Emma’s resigned, especially when their fingers brushed and her heart began to race. 

“Wow,” said Ruby loudly, “what a funny mix-up. You two should definitely get each other’s names, in case it happens again.” 

Killian opened his mouth to reply but Emma gave a tiny shake of her head and he closed it again, his forehead wrinkling with a baffled frown. Emma turned to Ruby. 

“All right,” she hissed. “You win. 

“I—what?” 

“I like this one. I’ll take him. Congratulations, you did it.” 

Ruby looked genuinely nonplussed. “Are you serious?” 

“Yep.” 

“What’s the catch?” 

“No catch.” 

“Well I am a bit of a catch,” piped up Killian, who was watching the exchange with amusement and dawning understanding.

Ruby’s eyes flitted between them, narrowed in suspicion. “Emma Swan,” she growled, “if you’re fucking with me…” 

“I’m not! Honestly. Here, look, I’ll prove it.” 

She set her cup down on the counter and turned back to Killian, watching his eyes go wide and the smirk fall from his face as she grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. Dimly she heard the sound of Ruby’s gasp and of Killian’s coffee cup hitting the floor, but then his arms were around her and he was sighing against her lips and all Emma could think was that what she’d told Ruby just now was true. She did like this one, and she damned well would take him. For the first time in far too long Emma truly and honestly envisioned what her life could be with a man in it, a partner to share it with, and found that the prospect didn’t scare her. She was excited for it. She wanted it. She wanted Killian. 

For all its heat and passion he kiss ended softly, and she smiled up at Killian, still clinging to his jacket, pressing her forehead to his. He grinned back, delighted if slightly dazed. “That was rather forward of you, lass, considering we only just met,” he said, deadpan. “But I can’t say as I object.” 

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “What do you say we take our coffee somewhere quiet and get to know each other a bit better?” 

“I’d say that’s an excellent plan. But as to the coffee, well—” He indicated the steaming puddle at their feet.

“Here you go,” said Ruby, and they both turned to see her holding out a fresh cup. “On the house.” 

Killian shook his head. “Oh, I couldn’t—”

“Look, anyone who gets a kiss like that off Emma is going to need it,” said Ruby firmly. She raised an eyebrow at each of them in turn. “There’s something going on here that I don’t know about, and rest assured I will find out what it is,” she informed them. “But for now take your coffee and go. You two are distractingly hot together and I have other customers.” 

“Well if you’re—” 

“I said go!” Ruby glared until Killian took the cup from her. “Enjoy. Oh, and Emma—” 

“Yeah?” 

“Call me later.” Ruby tapped a sharp-looking fingernail meaningfully on the countertop. “Or else.” 

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@kmomof4, @stahlop, @spartanguard​, @mariakov81, @teamhook 

[deanwanddamons]

The Best Weekend Of Your Life - Chapter 1

Summary: You are obsessed with Supernatural and go to a convention with your best friend. You are 100% a Dean girl while your friend is a Sam girl. Both Jensen and Jared are single in this. You both catch the guys attention and things go from there.

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared x readers best friend

Word Count: 2774

Warning: Romance, fluff 

Song for chapter: https://youtu.be/xDeyXWyM4Oo - Thunder - Loved Walked In

It was finally here. You and F/N have been waiting months for the Supernatural convention and have managed to book a room in the same hotel it’s being held in for the whole weekend. You are both obsessed with the show. You have lost count of the amount of times you have fantasized about Jensen Ackles. The way his hands would feel on your skin, how he would smell and how your name would sound coming from those perfect lips. This was going to be a weekend to remember.

It had taken you a long time and many outfit changes to decide what you were going to wear. Finally you made your mind up and went for your trusty tight fitting Levi’s, a black bodysuit with lace sleeves, black knee high boots with 4 inch stiletto heels and cropped leather biker jacket. You had your hair dyed the deep shade of red you knew suited you and your 80’s rock chick makeup was down to a fine art.

Waiting at the train station with F/N, you can’t contain your excitement. You feel like a child on Christmas morning.

‘Fuck F/N! I can’t believe we are really going to see them in the flesh! I just know I’m gonna do something stupid in front of Jensen though. You know what I’m like!’

‘Yep Y/N, you are pretty clumsy but I’m pretty sure they are going to be way too busy to take any notice of us anyway. Can you imagine how many other people are going to be there?’ said F/N.

Your heart sinks when you realise all the effort you put into your outfit and make up will no doubt be for nothing, but you can’t let the boys see you without at least trying to look good.

The train pulls up and you and F/N board. It’s only a 20 minute journey and you could have easily come home rather than fork out £120 for a room, but you didn’t want to miss any part of the convention and the last train was at 10.20pm.

You arrive at the hotel and check into your room. Glancing at your watch you see it’s 11.30am, and the Q&A with the cast starts at 12pm so you and F/N just have time to unpack your cases, touch up your makeup, and spray some perfume. You take one last glance at your reflection ‘You're going to knock them dead Y/N’ you whisper.

Leaving the room you make your way to the lifts. Following the signs through reception, you enter a huge function room with what must be 1,000 chairs and the same amount of people milling about. There is a stage at the front of the room, with stools, microphones and a guitar setup. Your heart is beating a tattoo in your chest and you feel like you’re finding it hard to breath you’re that excited.

‘Quick Y/N,’ says F/N ‘There are two chairs right at the front!’ She grabs your hand and with a determined shove, pushes through the crowd. You reach the chairs just as two other girls get to them. Being her usual feisty self F/N dives in front of them glaring up at them, ‘I don’t think so!’ she hisses and plonks herself down, pulling you onto the other chair giggling as the girls slink away.

Getting yourself comfortable you pull out the itenary for the weekend. Other cast members are going to be answering questions, but you are only really interested in the boys. You have your ticket ready for the photo opportunity with them, and can’t wait for the moment you finally get to interact with Jensen. The talk from others who have met him is that he is much taller in real life than he seems on TV. That's why you wore heels in case it's true. You stand at 5ft without them, so that you don't want to look like a proper short arse beside him. And with Jared being 6ft 4 you would look even more ridiculous without heels. Luckily F/N is 5ft 8 with a body like a supermodel so she is going to look amazing next to Jared.

F/N grabs your hand and squeezes it, smiling broadly at you as the lights go down. Richard Speight Jr and Rob Benedict, the MC’s walk onto the stage.

One by one they introduce a few of the Supernatural cast. With thunderous applause, Jim Beaver, Ruth Connell, Mark Sheppard and Samantha Smith take to the stage, and entertain the crowd, answering questions and telling stories about each other. Finally, even though you have really enjoyed hearing them speak, it is time for the main attraction.

Your heart starts thumping and you feel your palms getting clammy when Richard announces ‘And now for the moment you have all been waiting for! Please welcome Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki!’

F/N starts squealing ‘Oh My God’ over and over again grabbing your arm. This is it! You’re finally going to see him!

And there he is. All 6ft 1 of him. Broad chest and shoulders, dressed in tight blue jeans, plaid shirt and cowboy boots. You have never seen anyone so beautiful in your entire life. Your heart literally stops and your breath catches in your throat.

Jensen looks around the room smiling and waving, and his eyes glance past you. His head swings back. Amazing green eyes meet yours. He grins straight at you and your stomach falls into your feet. Wait...did that really just happen? Did he pick you out from the crowd or was it just wishful thinking? You look behind you, thinking he must have been distracted by someone or something else, but when you turn back towards the stage those eyes are still staring at you. With a shy, almost coy smile, he lowers his eyes and turns away.

You spin around to look at F/N but she is mesmerised, staring at Jared. Her mouth hangs open, eyes shining. You have to admit, he is a very good looking guy, but nothing compared to Jensen. You’re still not sure what just happened with him. Could he really have been looking at you?

‘Don’t be stupid,’ you tell yourself, ‘there are hundreds of people in this room, why would he be looking at you!?’

You realise you’re not actually taking in anything that’s going on on the stage as you are so caught up in your own little fantasy, so you snap yourself out of it, and get your head back in the room. The boys are sitting on the stools, microphones in hand poised for questions. A plethora of shouts come from the crowd, so Jensen raises his hand, causing the room to fall silent.

‘Good evening Manchester!’ he says and bows followed by Jared. ‘Let’s crack on with the questions’

As you are at the front of the auditorium you have the best view of the boys. Questions come from people all around you, about Supernatural, their relationship with each other, other casts members and their personal lives.

‘Yes we are both single,’ Jared answers which raises a woop from the crowd.

F/N nudges you and winks ‘I swear Jensen is looking at you!’ nodding her head towards him. You glance up, and sure enough, those mesmerising eyes meet yours. You hold his gaze, smiling slightly, and tilt your head to the side. You can feel your cheeks start to redden but are determined not to be the first one to look away.

Just then, Jared starts nudging him, ‘Hey buddy! Cat got your tongue?!’

He turns away, smirking, but not before slowly licking those incredible plump lips. F/N almost loses it, gripping your hand whispering, ‘He is totally flirting with you I’m telling you!’

‘Don’t be mental!’ you tell her, laughing, but inside your shaking. Is he? No, he can’t be?

The questions keep on coming until Jensen picks up the guitar. There is an audible hush around the room when he starts to play. His fingers move quickly and deftly over the strings and you recognise the song. It’s ‘Love Walked In’ by Thunder. He slowly raises his head to the microphone, looks you straight in the eye and starts to sing.

‘So tired of waiting I walked an empty land

I was looking for something to help me understand But bad luck kept turning my dreams into sand I didn't want pity, I had my share of friends I wanted somebody more special than the rest I was aching inside like I was approaching the end Just about that moment the timing was so right You appeared like a vision sent down to my life I thought I was dreaming when I saw you that night

That's when love walked in through my door That familiar feeling I had once before love walked in through my door And it felt so strange’

You stare intently at him the whole time he is singing. The look on his face and the sparkle in his eyes makes you realise that you haven’t been imagining it. It’s as though you are the only two people in the room. You are certain that time has stopped and your lungs fail to take in deep breaths.

All too soon the song ends to huge applause. Jensen finally averts his gaze from yours and puts the guitar back on its stand.

‘Thank you so much!’ he says bowing ‘hopefully see you at the photo opportunity!’ The boys leave the stage, both of them glancing over their shoulders straight at you and F/N.

‘What the fuck just happened then!’ F/N yells throwing her arms around you in tight hug. ‘That man wants you Y/N. He didn’t stop staring at you the whole time he was singing! It’s as though he was undressing you with his eyes!’

Could she be right? All sorts of thoughts are flying around your brain. He probably does this all the time. Chooses someone in the crowd to make feel good for those few moments, then moves on to the next girl.

F/N looks at her watch,‘Come on Y/N. The photo opp with the boys is starting now. I can’t wait to get my hands on Jared!’

You and F/N rush through the throng of people to a side room where quite a crowd has gathered. You sigh, knowing it’s going to be a long wait for you to see Jensen again. The queue seems to go on forever and you can feel yourself getting more and more impatient. After what feels like an eternity, you can finally see them. Laughing and smiling with fans, camera flashes going off all around. F/N sequels, clapping her hands together. ‘Almost there Y/N!’

It’s your turn. Jensen has his back to you, a glass of water in his hand. He turns, and spots you waiting. His beautiful face lights up, lips turning into the biggest smile and he beckons you over. You can hardly move your legs they are shaking so much, but you manage to put one foot in front of the other and walk over to him.

‘Hey!’ He says, his 6ft 1 frame huge compared to yours. You catch a faint whiff of his aftershave and he smells incredible.

“H-hi." you stutter, closing your eyes tightly as you silently curse yourself for your nerves.

‘What’s your name?’ he asks beaming at you.

‘I’m Y/N and this is F/N.’ Gesturing to your friend, but she is completely distracted by Jared who is already engaged in a full blown conversation with her.

‘Y/N,’ he says quietly in his deep, sexy voice. Wow! It sounded even better than you ever imagined when you had fantasised about this moment. ‘I saw you in the crowd, you were sat at the front right?’ He asks.

‘Yes,’ you reply, ‘And you sang one of my favorite songs!’

‘I could tell by looking at you that you would be a rock chick,’ he responds, eyes travelling down your body, back up to your face, ‘girl after my own heart.’

You swallow hard, not quite believing you are having this conversation with him. ‘Look’ he says, putting his arm around you and pulling you towards him. He looks around conspiratorially, ‘I hate the fact we only get a few minutes to chat to everyone, and this is really not something I would normally do, but I can’t leave this town not having gotten to know you a little bit better.’

Your heart stops then quickly picks up its beat again. ‘Well, we are here for the weekend so if you have any down time....’ you say confidently, although inside you have turned to jelly.

Jensen turns away, reaches for a piece of paper and a pen, ‘Write your number down, quickly, before they move you long,’ he chuckles, handing them to you. You do as he asks. The photographer is growing impatient, so Jensen whispers 'How about photo of us?’ and slides his arm around your waist. You reach behind him and silently slip the paper with your number on into the back pocket of his jeans. You feel the swell of his fantastic ass under your hand as you do so and are amazed at how wonderful it feels.

He looks at you and winks, understanding what you have just done, and places his hand on your face, turning you to look at him just as the camera goes off. You smirk up at him, staring into his eyes, hoping this moment could last forever.

‘Can I text you later?’ he husks. All you can do is nod. He gives you a quick hug and steps away from you. You feel F/N grab your arm,shouting ‘Thanks guys you are amazing!’ as she pulls you away.

‘You are not going to believe what just happened!’ F/N squeals, jumping up and down on the spot.

‘Jared asked for your number?’ you ask.

‘How did you know?’

‘Because Jensen asked for mine too!’ You grin as you say it, still not believing it just happened ‘Don’t get too excited though,’ you warn F/N, ‘it doesn’t mean to say they will contact us.’

‘Come on,’ you say to F/N, ‘Let’s check out the expedition hall. I’m starving and there are food and drink stands there. Let’s grab something to eat.’

You're not really that hungry, but need to do something to occupy yourself and after that encounter with Jensen, you need some sugar. You make your way towards the hall, and wander around trying to decide what to get. There’s plenty on offer, and decide on a pancake with maple syrup, and a Diet Coke, hoping it will calm the butterflies that are zooming around in your stomach. F/N heads off to find somewhere to sit as you go to the stand to place your orders.

Tray in hand, you make your way through the crowd to the table she has found. Dropping down into the seat opposite F/N, you take a small bite of your food. It’s delicious, but your mouth is so dry you find it hard to swallow. You take a sip of the Diet Coke, and try to relax.

The first few bars of ‘Back in Black’ alerts you that you have a text, so you pull your phone from your back pocket.

‘Fucking hell!’ You almost drop it when you see the message. Jensen has actually texted you! What the fuck!? How are you going to respond?

‘Nnnooooo,’ F/N yells snatching the phone off you, almost choking on her pancake. ‘Oh my God Y/N. Answer him!’

You take the phone back off her and hand shaking, type a message back. The responses come thick and fast.

CHAPTER TWO

[angelic-holland]

Four’s A Crowd But Baby I Like to Party

Summary: Tom indulges your biggest fantasy one night after ACE comic con. Or the time that Tom lets you fuck Seb and Mackie while he watches.

Warnings: foursome??? unprotected sex, filth and debauchery, mild overstimulation, just like lots of sex

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I had to indulge in my dream and I’m sorry for posting this at 8am my time. also first time I’ve ever written anything like this so give me a break. Mackie’s family is not mentioned and neither is any infidelity, for the sake of the story everyone is single. Not adding my regular tag list because idk who wants to read this. 

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“No, it’s so embarrassing,” you giggle, pressed against Tom’s side at the very empty hotel bar.

“What? Can’t be as embarrassing as when I said I wanted to fuck you in a corner of a club.”

“Shhh, Tom, they could be here,” you shush Tom, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Who are, love?” He kisses along your finger as you finish your first glass of wine.

“The, mhm, remember when you asked me who, who of your friends, I would, you know,” you fall into another fit of giggles as Tom mouths at your neck, kissing along your jaw.

“Who of the avengers you’d fuck?”

Sometimes Tom is so blunt and it kills you, because you’re almost tipsy and you’re eyes are darting around the empty bar.

“Shhh, oh my god,” you’re putty in Tom’s hands as he bites down on your neck, soothing the spot with his tongue as your hands grip his arms, hands wrapped around your waist and gripping right above your ass. 

“What pretty girl?”

“They’re here,” you moan as Tom leaves a hickey on your neck as your eyes widen.

“Who?” He looks up from his spot and his eyes land on two taller men, dressed in what they wore to the panel earlier, who’s eyes immediately land on your face in momentary bliss.

“Woah, children, please,” Mackie laughs as they strolls over to you, “careful Tom, your Instagram girlfriends might have a problem with your side piece,” he jokes as him and Sebastian come to a halt in front of you, Tom turning to face them.

You and Tom both groan at the outburst from the fan from earlier, a surge of embarrassment coursing through Tom’s veins.

“It’s okay, we all have crazies like that, just not used to hearing from them at conventions,” Seb laughs, patting Tom’s shoulder.

“Either way, whatever you were doing, take it upstairs because that 90 year old perv in the corner is getting an eyeful,” Mackie nods towards an older man sitting in the corner of the bar.

“Do you boys wanna join us for a nightcap?” Tom asks, hand giving your ass a gentle squeeze as you yelp, shyly tucking your head into his neck.

“What kinda nightcap we talking about?” Mackie cracks up, slapping Seb’s chest and you peek out at the beautiful men in front of you. 

“Keep it in your pants for now,” you joke, both you and Tom are surprised by your flirting.

Seb and Mackie are as well, giving each other a look that’s shared between friends, you can’t quite understand it. 

“Why don’t you boys head up to our room while I settle the tab?” Tom pulls out his wallet and you tuck your head back into his neck as they all exchange a look. 

“Are we really going to do this?” You mumble as they leave and Tom pays the bartender.

“Well, it’s up to you, were they the ones you wanted to fuck?” Tom whispers as the two of you make your way out of the bar, hands slipping out of each other’s grip as you walk into the hallway, sure someone might recognize the two of you, you’d rather not let the whole world know your secret. There were rumors, of course, the two of you being spotted at clubs together, the looks you gave each other on red carpets, the hickeys you would have all over your neck and the smug look on Tom’s face when you were photographed in public with friends. 

As you pushed the button for the elevator every bone in your body felt like it was vibrating. 

The doors shut and Tom was on you in an instant, pulling your hips flush with his as he kisses down your neck. 

“I don’t know if, I dunno if I could take all three of you at once,” you whine as his fingers push your dress up, hand resting against your bare ass. 

“Why’d you always gotta not wear panties with dresses?” He grunts as he tugs at your ass.

“Cause, you’re always wanting to fuck me in public, figured it was easier to give you access rather than you tearing my panties off.”

“How about,” Tom smacks your ass, groaning at the whine that slips past your lips, “you let them have your way with you, and I can sit back in that desk chair and watch.”

“Fuck Tommy,” you whimper as he smirks against your collarbone.

“You like that idea pretty girl?” 

There’s a ding that indicates the elevator is on your floor and Tom pulls away from you, you’re slightly flustered as you pull the skirt of your dress down. Tom looks down the hallway and when the coast is clear his hand slips in yours and pulls you towards your shared room.

“Wait,” you stop in your tracks as you come to a realization, “how do they have a key to our room?”

“Remember when you let me send some photos of us to my phone? I saw your albums full of their faces. I may or may not have asked them a while ago if this would be something they’d be into.”

“Tom! Wait, they’d want to?” You ask, hand resting on his chest as he grips your hip.

“Why do you think they’re waiting in there?”

“Wait, what if I’m awkward, or it’s weird or I do something wrong?”

“Hey, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, we can just have some drinks and send them on their merry way. But pretty girl, you’re so fucking hot even just thinking about you gets me hard. If you want to fuck Mackie and Seb, you fuck them.”

“Is there any, I mean, should we have any rules?”

“What do you mean? Like, what they can and can’t do? What are you comfortable with? We can discuss it with them.”

“I guess, I’d want one of them to fuck me, and maybe I could suck the other off?”

“And are you okay with kissing them?” Tom asks, cupping your cheek as you lean against the door to your room.

“I mean, yeah, would you be okay with that?”

“I might be a little jealous, but I know after tonight you’d be all mine again, so I wouldn’t be too bothered.”

You nod and smile as he kisses your lips.

“So why don’t we go ahead and talk to them? And you can stop at any time, all you have to do is say the word, sound good pretty girl?” He whispers against your lips.

“Let’s do it,” you turn around, pressing your ass against Tom as you unlock the door.

“Welcome to the party,” Mackie laughs, leaning against the dresser opposite the bed. You smile at the two men, Sebastian sitting on the edge of the bed as Tom shuts the door behind you.

“You wanna get them undressed while we talk pretty girl?” Tom asks, kissing you fiercely, his hand sliding to cup the back of your neck as your tongues meet. Your hands are all over him as you whine into his mouth, slipping under his shirt, cupping his hard cock over his jeans. You’ve got other ideas. 

“Wanna give them a little show?” Tom smirks against your lips and you nod, smiling as you kick your heels off, dropping to your knees and unbuckling Tom’s pants. Arguably one of your favorite things, leaving Tom a whimpering mess above you, one of the few times he really lost control was when you had him in your mouth. Your eyes glide over to the men watching with bated breath as you pull Tom’s cock out of his boxers, one hand wrapping around it while the other steadies yourself against his thigh. Mackie’s got a smirk on his face while Seb’s mouth is slightly open, both watching as you wrap your lips around the head of Tom’s cock.

“Fuck, good girl,” Tom grunts as you suck at the head of his cock before taking him further down your throat, relaxing your gag relax as you bob your head.

“That's one hell of a mouth,” Mackie comments, sending a shiver down your spine as you moan around Tom’s cock, hand slipping down to rest against his other thigh as you blink up at him.

“Want me to fuck your face pretty girl?”

You moan again, feeling Tom’s hand rest on your shoulder as his hips pull back, leaving just the head of his cock in your mouth before snapping forward, causing you to gag and instinctively pull away.

“Nuh uh, take my cock, thatta girl,” Tom smiles down at you, and it’s incredibly soft even as he’s fucking your mouth. It pulls on your heart slightly as your eyes slip shut.

You focus all your energy on sucking Tom off, savoring each grunt and moan that falls from his lips. You know he’s close after a while, spit running down your cheeks, eyes glassy as you feel Tom pull you off. You take deep breaths as he cups your chin.

“Not gonna last?” Mackie laughs.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tom almost growls back, helping you back off your knees and wiping the spit from your chin, hand cupping your neck and pulling you to his lips. You smile into the kiss before he pulls away.

“Go ahead, go take care of them pretty girl,” Tom tucks his cock back into his boxers before dropping his hands, watching as you stumble over to Sebastian.

“Can I?” You ask, eyeing his thighs, thick and mouth watering under his black jeans.

“Take a seat baby,” he pats his leg and you almost fall apart, straddling his thighs, your dress riding up and giving Mackie and Tom a view of your bare ass.

“Holy shit, she always do that?” Mackie asks as you run your hands up Seb’s chest, over the thick material of his black sweater.

“Only when she wants to be a slut,” Tom chuckles and you whimper as Seb’s hands glide up your bare thigh, hesitant before you nod, hands gripping his shoulders as you pull him in for a kiss. It’s scorching and it’s hot and completely different from the way Tom kisses you. His scruff burns your cheeks as your tongue presses along his lips, asking for entrance. He lets you in and his hands scrunch your dress up, hands hot against your bare hips as his fingers run up your sides.

You hear Tom behind you say something but your mind doesn’t comprehend it until you feel another set of hands against your back, gently brushing your hair to the side as they unzip your dress. 

“Can I touch you?” Mackie’s deep voice is music to your ear as you moan into Seb’s mouth, nodding. His hands brush the straps of your dress down your arms and you drop your arms for a second to let him tug the dress down, cooler hands moving around your front as hot lips press against your neck, eager and less hesitant than Seb, nipping and sucking against your skin. His hands grope your breasts, fingers longer and bigger than Tom’s, and he knows it too, smirking against the skin of your neck.

“Like the way my hands feel on you baby? They bigger than Tom’s? Fit your tits perfectly huh?” Mackie smiles as his fingers pinch your nipples, making you cry out against Seb. 

“Shut the fuck up Mackie,” Tom grunts and Mackie moves back to suck and bite at your shoulder while Seb’s fingers inch towards your heat.

You whine into Seb’s mouth as his thumb grazes your clit.

“They’re gonna make you feel good okay pretty girl?” You hear Tom and you nod, feeling Mackie’s hands pull at your dress.

“Arms up,” Mackie orders and you pull away from Seb’s lips with a pout, missing the burn of his stubble against your cheeks. 

You do as he says and he pulls your dress over your head, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, being the only one naked. You grab at the bottom of Seb’s sweater, helping him pull it off. Mackie’s strong hands are gone and you whimper as Seb pulls you back towards him, hips flush as his hands cup your breasts. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles before kissing down your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and you cry out, arching your back as his hand works on your other nipple. 

“Like when he touches you? Like the beard huh?” Mackie smirks, brushing hair out of your eyes as his hand covers your throat, not applying any pressure, thumb stroking your jaw as Seb works over your nipples, scruff leaving a path of burning skin as he moved to your other nipple.

“Fuck,” you moan as Mackie’s hands are back on your body, gripping your ass as you grind down on Seb’s crotch, feeling how hard he is underneath his black jeans. You feel Mackie’s bare chest against your back as Seb’s thumb moves faster against your clit.

You’re falling apart between the two men, your eyes glancing to Tom who’s pulled up the desk chair and watching them take you apart.

His hand is around his cock and he’s tugging it slowly, you whimper as you feel a thick finger against your entrance, slowly pushing into you as you cry out for him.

“Seb…” your voice is breathy and spurs him on, adding a second finger as he fucks into you quicker. 

“Gonna come all over Sebastian’s fingers baby? You’re practically shaking against me,” Mackie whispers into your ear before tugging your earlobe between his teeth. 

“Fuck, please, please can I come,” you whimper as Mackie’s hand slowly presses down against your throat. 

“You got her asking for permission? So well behaved,” Mackie smiles and Tom nods, eyes sparkling with admiration for your obedience even while you’re fucked out between the two men.

“You can come pretty girl.”

You thrash against Seb’s fingers, clamping down on them as you come, body shaking as both of their hands help you stay upright.

Seb continues to fuck you through your orgasm as you twitch against him, grunting as his teeth graze your nipple.

“How’d you want us baby girl?” Seb mumbles against your breasts as his fingers slip out of you.

“Fuck, I, just take me, please,” your mind is hazy and all you can think of is how much you want their cocks. 

“No, gotta use your words, tell them exactly what you want,” you hear Tom above the buzz in your ears from excitement and the sound of Seb sucking your juices off his fingers.

You know it’s not meant to humiliate you, instead, it’s supposed to do the exact opposite. He wants to make sure that everything that’s happening is your idea, that you make the rules and they play to your limits. You shouldn’t give them free reign, you needed to tell them what they could do, even just a simple nod in the right direction. That doesn’t stop you from feeling heat rise through your body as you whimper against Mackie’s hold.

“Can you, can you fuck my pussy Seb, please, and can, fuck,” you can barely get any words out as they work over your body and you’re struggling to say the next words, “Mackie, please, please fuck my mouth.”

Mackie almost growls at the command, pulling you off of Seb’s lap, hands gripping your hips tightly as you wobble slightly. 

You watch as Seb stands up, his hands working down his pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but whimper as Mackie grinds against your ass and you see Seb’s cock for the first time.

“Like what you see?” Mackie kisses along your shoulders, biting down harshly and making you yelp before Seb is grabbing ahold of you and helping you down on the bed, turning you around on your hands and knees so you’re perpendicular to Tom who gets to see you get absolutely ruined from both ends.

“Gonna take our cocks?” Seb asks, your hands shake as you hold yourself up, watching Mackie slowly strip off his jeans, moaning as Seb runs his cock along your folds.

“Please, fuck, need them, need you, please,” you turn to look at Tom, eyes begging for permission, waiting for his go.

The two men notice and as Mackie climbs onto the bed he teases you.

“Gotta ask Tom permission for everything huh? Ask him if you can come, ask him if you can make him feel good? Who knew you two were so kinky,” he kneels in front of your face and your jaw drops as his cock bobs in front of you, thick and veiny and you want it in your mouth yesterday. 

“Answer him pretty girl,” Tom demands and you nod, gulping before you respond.

“Yes, love asking him permission.”

“Mhm, do you like when he gives you that permission? Or do you like when he says no? When he doesn’t let you come? Leaves you a dripping mess but never gives you relief?” 

You gasp as Seb’s cock pushes ever so slightly into your entrance as Mackie’s thumb hooks into your mouth, running along your lip.

“Like when, sometimes he’ll edge me a lot and then make me come, oh god,” you whimper as Seb pushes into you.

“How much does he make you come?” Seb asks curiously, his hands tight on your hips as he pulls you back against his cock. 

“Fuck, I, I don’t know, the record was, oh, fuck,” you whine.

“Got such a filthy mouth baby girl, want something to keep you full?” Mackie asks and your attention is back on him.

“You remember our record?” Tom asks, watching as you strain to reach Mackie’s cock with your lips.

“I uh, mhm, fuck,” you whimper, remembering that time Tom tied your arms above your head and ate you out until you were sobbing, that definitely held the record, “fifteen?”

“I think it was sixteen, that was a good night wasn’t it?” Tom smiles and you nod your head, keeping your mouth wide open as you wait patiently for the feeling Mackie’s cock on your tongue.

“Fifteen? I bet you were a drooling, whimpering mess huh? Kinda like now, gotta get some more orgasms out of you then? Think we can fuck you better than that?”

You whimper at the condescending tone of Mackie’s voice, laced with confidence as he pushes his cock into your mouth.

Seb’s hand slips under you, rubbing your clit as your throat constricts around Mackie’s cock.

You feel yourself ridiculously close already and your legs are shaking as they struggle to hold you up as Seb pushes you close to the edge. You can’t ask Tom permission with your mouth full so you squeeze your eyes shut, praying they don’t push you over the edge. 

You’re whining against his cock, spit dripping down your chin and he laughs, you cry as he pulls out of you, his finger running through the drool before fucking it back into your mouth. 

“Do you have something to ask Tom?”

“Can I come?” It comes out garbled and messy with Mackie’s fingers still in your mouth.

“You can come as much as you want tonight pretty girl, it’s all about you.”

You cry out as your cunt clenches down on Seb’s cock, his thumb flicking your clit as you come.

“Thank you,” you whimper around Mackie’s fingers before he pulls them out, shoving his cock right back in. 

There’s no fight or struggle between Seb and Mackie, while one fucks you down on their cock, the other pulls you almost clean off, leaving one end of you positively full while the other is close to empty. They’ve definitely done this before is your only thought as you come again, unexpectedly just because your throat is constricting around Mackie’s cock and Seb told you how pretty your pussy looked stretched around his cock.  

Each whimper against his cock sends a shiver down Mackie’s spine and causes your cunt to clench around Seb, which only spurs him on further, fucking into you with abandon.

You would sometimes catch yourself asking Tom for permission to come, voice muffled and absolutely pathetic around their cocks, it didn’t even sound like English as you attempted to speak.

Mackie would force out a laugh between moans which would have you close to tears as you came.  

You knew they were both close as their words became fewer and fewer and the room was filled with grunts from Mackie and softer groans from Sebastian. You tried to look at Tom but Mackie’s hips and your hair got in the way.

“You going to let them come in you? Or come all over your face and ass? What do you say pretty girl?” Tom asks and you whine as your lips are pulled off Mackie’s cock. 

“Come on me, please come all over me,” you whimper, fucking yourself back on Seb’s cock as you stare up at Mackie, lips wet and shiny with your spit, pouting as he jerks himself off. 

You feel Seb twitch inside of you before pulling out and coming over your ass and back with a moan of your name. 

Mackie grunts as Seb runs a thumb through his come, using it to rub your clit and make you come one more time. 

You slip your eyes shut as he comes all over your face, hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you upright. 

You whimper as he comes down, fingers running through the come on your face as Seb uses his fingers to run through your slick and dripping folds. 

You watch Tom out of the corner of your eye, hand speeding up on his cock. The moment Mackie pushes two come covered fingers into your mouth and Seb pushes two into your pussy Tom comes, all over his stomach and hand with a long drawn out moan of your name. 

“You okay pretty girl?” He asks as you come one last time around Seb’s fingers, legs and arms shaking from exertion.

You nod, smiling, practically fucking beaming, you felt fantastic, your limbs were on fire but you had come so many times you lost track, and the comforting hand on your hip and one on your jaw were the only things keeping you upright.

“Did so good baby girl,” you hear Mackie say as your eyes slip shut, focusing on the fingers in your mouth, sucking them like you did his cock.

“Fucking fantastic,” Seb agreed from behind you. You hear shuffling around and the warmth of a wet washcloth against your back and ass, cleaning you off. You whine as Mackie slips his fingers out of your mouth and you feel the sensation of the washcloth on your face, wiping that clean as well. Their hands slowly massage your shoulders, your hips, your thighs. 

“Come on pretty girl, let’s say goodbye so we can take a bath,” you hear Tom say and you hum happily, opening your eyes as strong hands help you sit up. 

Your arms use what little strength they have to wrap around Mackie’s shoulders, pulling him into a kiss, the first kiss you’ve given him tonight. His lips are tougher than Seb or Tom’s, taking you, taking all of you, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth as his hand not so gently smacks your ass, causing you to moan into his mouth. His light stubble also feels fucking fantastic against your cheeks before you pull away, smiling at him before strong hands on your hips turn you around, bringing you face to face with Seb as Mackie slips off the bed.

“This was fun,” he smiles and you nod, feeling heat rise to your cheeks before you kiss him, slower and longer than Mackie, only using your tongue at the last moment to gently swipe at his lips before you pull back.

“Bye boys,” you giggle as they slowly get dressed and Tom holds his hand out. You cuddle into Tom’s side as they get dressed, exchanging another look with Tom, then Seb gives you a soft smile and Mackie a smirk before leaving.

“Was that okay?” Tom asks, fingers running along your bare sides as you walk to the bathroom.

“More than okay,” you nod, smiling at Tom as he starts the bath.

“You’re all mine again, and I yours,” he smiles, running his fingers through his hair before you pull him towards you, kissing him as your hands slip onto his shoulders.

You pull back, resting your forehead against his, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[drethanramslay]

Can I request 15, 29, 38 for some naughty angsty Ethan x MC please? 😍🙏🏽

Thanks for the prompt Anon 💖

You can find the prompt list here.

#15-“How do you want to do this?”

#29-“Be quiet! You’ll get us caught!”

#38-“Nothing about us is conventional”

Warning: NSFW, smut, a little bit of angst, and it's kinda long

Author's note: Tumblr is being a bitch and not letting me add the read more tag 😔🤧 so forgive me.

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

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Leah stared at her reflection in the mirror, contemplating what to wear.

How do you even dress up for a party at the governor's mansion? Leah racked her brain but the dilemma still continued.

Since the day she treated the first son, the governor had a soft spot for Ethan and her. Today was her birthday and she had personally invited the two of them. It was eight in the evening and she had to reach there in half an hour.

Ah fuck it. She took the white halter back dress. It was simple yet exquisite. It was pinched at her waist and flared till her mid thigh. The dress dipped till her mid back, exposing her strong back muscles. Years of swimming for the nationals did that for you.

She was just wearing her diamond teardrop earrings which her mom gave, when her phone pinged. It was a message from Ethan.

E🦒- I'm reaching in five... Be ready

Leah sighed and slipped on her heels. There was palpable tension between the two which was getting harder to deal with. She knew it was driving him mad as well.

I mean, how many cold showers would he take when he decided that enough was enough?

As she reached the lobby, she saw Ethan's car waiting on the curb. She knocked on the window and Ethan looked up, giving her a breathtaking smile.

"Hey Dr. Ramsey. You clean up good." She smiled up at him, which made Ethan's heart beat faster.

"Hey Dr. Garcia. You look great." Ethan lamely responded. 'Great' didn't even encompass how truly stunning she looked. She looked like an angel, innocent and pure. The brown eyes that twinkled with excitement and dimples in her cheek was making him go crazy.

Oh lord, why do I have to put up with a case of blue balls everytime I meet her?

The ride was short and they talked, but it was hard to ignore the sexual tension which had been building up since weeks. There were instances, when Ethan's hand almost went and rested on her caramel thighs. He clenched the steering wheel till his knuckles were white.

It wasn't any easier for Leah as well. He looked delicious. The tux fitted him like a second skin. The bowtie just gave him brownie points. The way the the streetlights casted shadows on his strong jawline made her want to trace them with her fingers.

God, please give me the strength to not jump his bones this evening.

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The party was boring. It was way too extravagant for their taste. There were champagne fountains and ice sculptures. Ethan and Leah continued to bitch about how the rich people just waste money. The amount of money that has gone in this party, could have easily helped them treat ten patients in the free clinic.

But sadly, that's the harsh and bitter truth.

Socializing can get tiresome and Leah had already downed three glasses of champagne in the last half an hour. The only thing which made the entire ordeal tolerable was warm sensation of alcohol that was slowly seeping into her veins and Ethan's heated gazes.

They were seated on a round table, facing a stage where some woman was singing opera. Leah was seated between Ethan and a CEO of a bigshot company, who was getting chatty as his glass was being refilled with the amber liquid.

They were just making polite small talk, when she felt Ethan's leg brush against her bare leg. She looked at him from the corner of the eye, but he just wore an impassive expression, casually chatting with his neighbour. Leah narrowed her eyes.

Well, two can play a game.

As she continued to talk with her neighbour, she casually kept her hand on his thigh, and squeezed.

Ethan's eyes widened. "Are you okay Dr. Ramsey?" His neighbour asked.

He coughed, "Yeah yeah. Everything is perfect."

Leah continued her journey north, pausing to squeeze every now and then. Ethan waited with bated breath, when her hand was close to his dick, but she just drew her hand away and took a sip of her wine, smirking.

Oh this minx is going to have it. Ethan thought to himself, as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

A spoon clanked to the floor. "Oops, sorry." Ethan said, as he bent down to pick it up. Leah just side eyed him and turned towards the entree placed in front of her. She was about to eat her food when she felt his hand, sliding up her smooth calf, slow and tantalizing.

He came up with his spoon and gave an embarassed smile but, his hands continued their journey up. She widened her legs, under the table cloth, giddy with anticipation.

His hand never stopped. They caressed, squeezed and rubbed her until he reached her throbbing core.

Leah bit her lip, enjoying the feeling of his deft fingers rubbing her through her panties. The friction just over stimulated her pussy and she gripped the tablecloth tightly when she felt his fingers move her panties.

"Are you excited?" The CEO asked.

Leah's eyes widened and at that instant his fingers entered her dripping cunt.

"Mmmh-huh?" Leah controlled her moan.

"Are you excited to be part of the best diagnostics team? How's your boss?"

Well my boss has his fingers deep in my cunt..

"Ohhhh. It been..uh quite an experience." Leah managed to choke out. She glared at him, hoping that Ethan would get the hint and stop. But that just fuelled his movements.

Ethan smirked at his victory.

"Um, excuse me. I'm not feeling too well." Leah took his hand out of her and headed to the nearest bathroom.

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She was about to close the door when Ethan smoothly entered in and leaned back on the door, closing it.

Leah was breathing heavily and Ethan's eyes were dark. "How do you want to do this?" Leah asked as he slowly stalked towards the basin against which she was leaning.

"I have a couple of ideas." He said in a deep husky voice which made her squeeze her thighs.

"Go on then. Enlighten me."

"First, I am going to get you out of that pretty little dress you got there. After I have got you naked-" he pressed his growing erection against her core, eliciting a breathless moan from her."-and wanton-" He pinned her hands on either side and got his lips to the shell of her ear.

"- I'll drive you wild." He whispered, biting her earlobe. Leah gave a gasp and she gushed, her need intensifying.

He grinded against her core, and Leah gave out another moan, enjoying the friction. "I will keep getting you to the edge until you can't take it anymore. You will be begging for release."

"God Ethan. Fuck me now."

He gave her a smirk and crashed his lips against her. They kissed with heated fervour, not once backing down. He turned her around and pressed her against the sink, pushing her hair to one side.

His hands rapidly untied the knot of her halter dress. Her breasts spilled out of the dress and he grabbed both of them, massaging them. Leah was trying her best to keep it low but she just couldn't. With his hands playing with her breasts and him dry humping her from the behind, it was just too much.

Ethan kissed her neck and whispered, "Be quiet, sunshine. We will get caught." He sucked on her neck, hard and let it go with a pop.

Leah could see the bright red hickey on her neck through the mirror. He had staked his claim, which just yelled one thing.

Mine.

He unbuckled his belt with lightening speed and nudged her leg with his, so that she could spread them wide. She bent down and rubbed her ass against him. He grabbed the lacy material of her panties and ripped it off clean.

That is the hottest thing I have ever see.

She was getting impatient and fidgety which only earned her a slap on her ass. She squealed and Ethan gripped her waist, tightly.

Sheathing himself with a condom, he aligned himself against her. He slid himself against her slick folds, nudging her clit which made her close her eyes with the pleasure.

"Sunshine... I want you to keep your eyes open. Look at your reflection. Look at the expression you make when I am fucking you. The expression which drives me crazy." With that he plunged into her.

She opened her eyes but it was so hard. She caught a glance of her reflection. Her eyes were a shade of dark brown, her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip and there was a thin layer of sweat accumulating on her forehead.

She looked thoroughly fucked.

Ethan kept pounding into her. The sounds of skin slapping, was borderline obscene. His hands never stayed in one place. They wandered, from her breasts, down her stomach, to her cunt, teasing and pinching, slowly pushing her towards the edge.

He hit her sweet spot, which made her gasp loudly. "Right there baby... Right there."

Ethan obliged. She was now on the brink of falling apart.

"Come for me sunshine."

And she did. Ethan's hand reached to cover her mouth, so as to muffle the scream of pleasure she gave out. They both climaxed at the same time, in perfect synchrony.

After getting down from their high, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled against her neck. "Who would have thought... We would be fucking in the Mayor's mansion?" Ethan breathed out, laughing under his breath.

Leah chuckled, enjoying the soreness in her core. "Baby, don't you know? Nothing about us is conventional.”

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[v3nusaphr0d1t3]

day five: courting

content warning: language @omegaverse-sfw-week

In terms of all romantic affairs, Ezekiel was one oblivious motherfucker.

No matter who attempted to court him, they would always give up around the fourth or fifth gift that Ezekiel hadn’t even realized were romantic in nature. Flowers? ‘Oh, thank you, they’re gorgeous!’, and he would proceed to put them on his window sill and not think twice. Chocolate? ‘Thank you so much, your gifts are gracious and appreciated,’ and he would give them out to the staff at the palace without a second thought.

Any suitor that  Ezekiel was set with by his parents eventually gave up, because they were trying through all of the conventional courting method, but failed to realize that even though Ezekiel had been educated on the manner of courting, he was a man of words. He was a man of action. Gifts were something he received every single day, and help was something he received at the snap of a finger. These things could not be used to court him, because they had been given to him all his life, so they meant nothing to him. Any biological instinct had been repressed and hammered down for an unearthly persona.

That’s why when Oscar first started sweeping Ezekiel off his feet, Ezekiel was off and running. Never before in his life had a man taken him out in public so freely. Never in his life did he get to go out in plainclothes and dance on the bar and enjoy a live performance that didn’t involve at least one full sized orchestra. Oscar would call him down from his balcony, like in some old fairy tale, and take him off to do something new every week. It was exciting, and it made Ezekiel’s heart pound. This was the language of love that he had heard for so long. But the problem was, Ezekiel didn’t know how to show signs back. 

He wanted words from someone else, but had none to give himself. He was tongue-tied when Oscar looked at him with those honey brown eyes and showed him the moon. He was lost for words when Oscar took his hand, rough calloused skin against soft cold skin, and led him off into the night. When Oscar twirled him like a maiden, tripping over the boots and trousers that he was so unused to.

Oscar gave him excitement, new experiences, made his brain melt, heart pound out of his chest, and Ezekiel was wondering to himself if this was what love felt like. They had been going out at night for months before he even acknowledged the possibility.

And of course, the first thing he does when he thinks he might be falling— tell Florence. Tell her of the dates, the live nights, the firecrackers in his chest. He preened his feathers in anticipation for God’s sake. He told her late one night, while they were in his room— in his nest— about the feelings, and the dates, and the butterflies.

And Florence immediately took to laughing— no, cackling at Ezekiel’s situation. She wore herself out after a few moments of giggling, and turned to Ezekiel with a broad grin and joyous, yet mischievous eyes. She cupped Ezekiel’s face in her pale, freckled hands and cooed at him.

“My love, My world, Ezekiel, darling— you are absolutely, annoyingly in love.” She murmured to him, shaking his head with her hands. His feathers ruffled and he shook his head on his own, fixing an askew braid.

“Well, you could have said so simply, no need for all the fuss—” He murmured to himself, immediately cut off by Florence with a squeal.

“Of course there’s need for fuss! You’re in love, darling, it doesn’t happen every day! You must let me meet him, see if he’s good enough for my boy.” She smiled.

“But how do I let him know?” He asked, voice full of concern and slight unease, for fear that he may be reading the situation wrong. “And what will Mother and Father think?”

Florence immediately shook her head. “They won’t know! You don’t tell them anything now and they’re fine, what’s one more thing?” She grinned wide, fangs glinting in the dim light. “I’ll help you show your love to this boy, and should he reject you, we’ll kick him to the curb!” She giggled, and Ezekiel leaned in for a hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “you know this means the world to me.”

She didn’t reply, but he felt her giggle in the crook of his neck.

“So when is he coming next?” She pulls away, grabbing a pillow to hug, like girls at a sleepover debating the latest and greatest gossip.

“Two days time. Every Friday evening he comes to the balcony, knocks on the beam thrice, and I’ll jump out. Not a long fall, so it doesn’t really matter. I get in through the servants entrance near the stable.” He explained, motioning with his hands over to his balcony that currently had the curtains closed, meant to block the light in the morning.

“We’ve got to gussy you up! Put you in a pretty dress, pretty collar, and get him a present!” Florence flapped her hands in excitement. She had read all about this in the novels in the back of the palace library.

“I— Alright. I suppose you can doll me up a bit.” A flush spread across Ezekiel’s cheeks, hiding his face in the sleeve of his nightshirt. 

Florence’s squeal had to be muffled, lest she wake up the palace.

For the present, Ezekiel thought that Oscar most likely wouldn’t like some bougie jewel, or some awful fruit basket like so many had used for him in the past. So he decided that he would make something. He would string together beads on a spool of thread, braiding the thread for strength before. He spent most of Thursday evening making that bracelet, but it came out just the way he wanted. Not the best, but most definitely homemade. His excitement grew greater by the hour.

By the time Friday rolled around, Ezekiel had to force himself not to smile in excitement as to not arouse suspicion. When he was done with all his lessons, and Florence was done with all her duties, they found themselves in Ezekiel’s room yet again, Florence digging through the back of his closet for something functional yet pretty. Ezekiel had been dressed femininely from birth, but often wore a gifted pair of trousers when he went out with Oscar, so he was excited to dress up for once. He would have to be careful should he choose to wear heels, however.

When Florence finally made up her mind, she let Ezekiel choose from two dresses, both shorter than he was used to as to not get caught up when walking. First was a gorgeous white lace-y number with all the frills you could think of. Second was a more simplistic, yet still white (it was good contrast and it worked with his wings) satin body con dress that hung on his frame nicely. It let his wings be fully exposed, as well as an almost shameful amount of leg. If his mother saw him in this number, she would be scandalized. Ezekiel loved it.

“Where did you get this, Flor?” Ezekiel’s voice was stunned as he spun in the floor-length mirror, hair done up with one or two braid hanging down to frame the sides of his face. His wings were preened and shone in low light, dark skin contrasting gorgeously.

“Don’t ask me the questions, just enjoy it!” She smiled, spinning him around and humming with excitement.

She put highlighter powder on his shoulders, collarbones, the tops of his cheeks and his nose. And lastly, a nice white collar, to cover his neck. He may be dressed like a half-way harlot tonight but he still had his wits about him. And lastly, he put on the bracelet that he was to give Oscar. It clashed awfully with the rest of his outfit, but he would only be wearing it for so long.

And just as he was thinking, he heard it. Three knocks on the short column supporting his balcony. Florence clapped quietly, leading him to the door, and pushing him out, staying covered by the shadow of the curtain. 

Now in the open, more arm and leg showing than nearly ever before, with the man he was planning to confess to staring him up and down, he felt vulnerable. He was almost scared for a moment, before he remembered that he did this for a reason, and that Florence was right there and her hard work should not go to waste.

Ezekiel walked his way up to the edge of the balcony, heels clacking against the stone, and he leaned out onto the railing and smiled softly at Oscar. He was dressed in plain clothes, loose black poet blouse and brown pants with those damned brown knee-high boots he was always running around with. His short hair had a middle part, ear length and wavy. It was mussed, as it always was, and his brown eyes reflected the light of the moon. Ezekiel could see his small hybrid ears through his hair, perked up. He was just here, as himself, and Ezekiel thought he was gorgeous.

“You..” Oscar found himself at a loss for words, “you look fuckin’ gorgeous, darlin’.” He swallowed heavily, freaking out on the inside and trying not to show it.

Ezekiel was the same, though he was better at hiding it, as he was better at hiding any emotion. He stepped over the railing, sitting for a moment and taking the heels off so he could jump to the ground. He put them back on, and with them he easily gained a few inches on Oscar. He liked how the man looked up at him.

Ezekiel looked back to smile at Florence, her giant grin only evident if you knew where to look. Then, he turned back to Oscar, fiddling with the gift bracelet, before taking it off and holding it out for Oscar to either take or reject. Ezekiel looked away.

He felt the bracelet being taken out of his hands, and it wasn’t long before the bracelet was replaced by a warm hand, hand that he had felt before, hands that he wanted to feel every day for the rest of his life, and he laughed softly. He laughed. And Oscar stepped closed to him, and closer, until they were nose to nose, Ezekiel’s wings fluttering, Oscar’s puffy tail swishing back and forth, back and forth.

“Can I kiss you?” Oscar asked. 

“Yes, please.”

[dirtysupernaturalimagines]

The Best Weekend Of Your Life - Chapter 1

Summary: You are obsessed with Supernatural and go to a convention with your best friend. You are 100% a Dean girl while your friend is a Sam girl. Both Jensen and Jared are single in this. You both catch the guys attention and things go from there.

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared x readers best friend

Word Count: 2774

Warning: Romance, fluff

This is my first attempt at fan fic so if it sucks I apologise! All comments gratefully received

It was finally here. You and F/N have been waiting months for the Supernatural convention and have managed to book a room in the same hotel it’s being held in for the whole weekend. You are both obsessed with the show. You have lost count of the amount of times you have fantasized about Jensen Ackles. The way his hands would feel on your skin, how he would smell and how your name would sound coming from those perfect lips. This was going to be a weekend to remember.

It had taken you a long time and many outfit changes to decide what you were going to wear. Finally you made your mind up and went for your trusty tight fitting Levi’s, a black bodysuit with lace sleeves, black knee high boots with 4 inch stiletto heels and cropped leather biker jacket. You had your hair dyed the deep shade of red you knew suited you and your 80’s rock chick makeup was down to a fine art.

Waiting at the train station with F/N, you can’t contain your excitement. You feel like a child on Christmas morning.

‘Fuck F/N! I can’t believe we are really going to see them in the flesh! I just know I’m gonna do something stupid in front of Jensen though. You know what I’m like!’

‘Yep Y/N, you are pretty clumsy but I’m pretty sure they are going to be way too busy to take any notice of us anyway. Can you imagine how many other people are going to be there?’ said F/N.

Your heart sinks when you realise all the effort you put into your outfit and make up will no doubt be for nothing, but you can’t let the boys see you without at least trying to look good.

The train pulls up and you and F/N board. It’s only a 20 minute journey and you could have easily come home rather than fork out £120 for a room, but you didn’t want to miss any part of the convention and the last train was at 10.20pm.

You arrive at the hotel and check into your room. Glancing at your watch you see it’s 11.30am, and the Q&A with the cast starts at 12pm so you and F/N just have time to unpack your cases, touch up your makeup, and spray some perfume. You take one last glance at your reflection ‘You're going to knock them dead Y/N’ you whisper.

Leaving the room you make your way to the lifts. Following the signs through reception, you enter a huge function room with what must be 1,000 chairs and the same amount of people milling about. There is a stage at the front of the room, with stools, microphones and a guitar setup. Your heart is beating a tattoo in your chest and you feel like you’re finding it hard to breath you’re that excited.

‘Quick Y/N,’ says F/N ‘There are two chairs right at the front!’ She grabs your hand and with a determined shove, pushes through the crowd. You reach the chairs just as two other girls get to them. Being her usual feisty self F/N dives in front of them glaring up at them, ‘I don’t think so!’ she hisses and plonks herself down, pulling you onto the other chair giggling as the girls slink away.

Getting yourself comfortable you pull out the itenary for the weekend. Other cast members are going to be answering questions, but you are only really interested in the boys. You have your ticket ready for the photo opportunity with them, and can’t wait for the moment you finally get to interact with Jensen. The talk from others who have met him is that he is much taller in real life than he seems on TV. That's why you wore heels in case it's true. You stand at 5ft without them, so that you don't want to look like a proper short arse beside him. And with Jared being 6ft 4 you would look even more ridiculous without heels. Luckily F/N is 5ft 8 with a body like a supermodel so she is going to look amazing next to Jared.

F/N grabs your hand and squeezes it, smiling broadly at you as the lights go down. Richard Speight Jr and Rob Benedict, the MC’s walk onto the stage.

One by one they introduce a few of the Supernatural cast. With thunderous applause, Jim Beaver, Ruth Connell, Mark Sheppard and Samantha Smith take to the stage, and entertain the crowd, answering questions and telling stories about each other. Finally, even though you have really enjoyed hearing them speak, it is time for the main attraction.

Your heart starts thumping and you feel your palms getting clammy when Richard announces ‘And now for the moment you have all been waiting for! Please welcome Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki!’

F/N starts squealing ‘Oh My God’ over and over again grabbing your arm. This is it! You’re finally going to see him!

And there he is. All 6ft 1 of him. Broad chest and shoulders, dressed in tight blue jeans, plaid shirt and cowboy boots. You have never seen anyone so beautiful in your entire life. Your heart literally stops and your breath catches in your throat.

Jensen looks around the room smiling and waving, and his eyes glance past you. His head swings back. Amazing green eyes meet yours. He grins straight at you and your stomach falls into your feet. Wait...did that really just happen? Did he pick you out from the crowd or was it just wishful thinking? You look behind you, thinking he must have been distracted by someone or something else, but when you turn back towards the stage those eyes are still staring at you. With a shy, almost coy smile, he lowers his eyes and turns away.

You spin around to look at F/N but she is mesmerised, staring at Jared. Her mouth hangs open, eyes shining. You have to admit, he is a very good looking guy, but nothing compared to Jensen. You’re still not sure what just happened with him. Could he really have been looking at you?

‘Don’t be stupid,’ you tell yourself, ‘there are hundreds of people in this room, why would he be looking at you!?’

You realise you’re not actually taking in anything that’s going on on the stage as you are so caught up in your own little fantasy, so you snap yourself out of it, and get your head back in the room. The boys are sitting on the stools, microphones in hand poised for questions. A plethora of shouts come from the crowd, so Jensen raises his hand, causing the room to fall silent.

‘Good evening Manchester!’ he says and bows followed by Jared. ‘Let’s crack on with the questions’

As you are at the front of the auditorium you have the best view of the boys. Questions come from people all around you, about Supernatural, their relationship with each other, other casts members and their personal lives.

‘Yes we are both single,’ Jared answers which raises a woop from the crowd.

F/N nudges you and winks ‘I swear Jensen is looking at you!’ nodding her head towards him. You glance up, and sure enough, those mesmerising eyes meet yours. You hold his gaze, smiling slightly, and tilt your head to the side. You can feel your cheeks start to redden but are determined not to be the first one to look away.

Just then, Jared starts nudging him, ‘Hey buddy! Cat got your tongue?!’

He turns away, smirking, but not before slowly licking those incredible plump lips. F/N almost loses it, gripping your hand whispering, ‘He is totally flirting with you I’m telling you!’

‘Don’t be mental!’ you tell her, laughing, but inside your shaking. Is he? No, he can’t be?

The questions keep on coming until Jensen picks up the guitar. There is an audible hush around the room when he starts to play. His fingers move quickly and deftly over the strings and you recognise the song. It’s ‘Love Walked In’ by Thunder. He slowly raises his head to the microphone, looks you straight in the eye and starts to sing.

‘So tired of waiting I walked an empty land

I was looking for something to help me understand

But bad luck kept turning my dreams into sand

I didn't want pity, I had my share of friends

I wanted somebody more special than the rest

I was aching inside like I was approaching the end

Just about that moment the timing was so right

You appeared like a vision sent down to my life

I thought I was dreaming when I saw you that night

That's when love walked in through my door

That familiar feeling I had once before

love walked in through my door

And it felt so strange’

You stare intently at him the whole time he is singing. The look on his face and the sparkle in his eyes makes you realise that you haven’t been imagining it. It’s as though you are the only two people in the room. You are certain that time has stopped and your lungs fail to take in deep breaths.

All too soon the song ends to huge applause. Jensen finally averts his gaze from yours and puts the guitar back on its stand.

‘Thank you so much!’ he says bowing ‘hopefully see you at the photo opportunity!’ The boys leave the stage, both of them glancing over their shoulders straight at you and F/N.

‘What the fuck just happened then!’ F/N yells throwing her arms around you in tight hug. ‘That man wants you Y/N. He didn’t stop staring at you the whole time he was singing! It’s as though he was undressing you with his eyes!’

Could she be right? All sorts of thoughts are flying around your brain. He probably does this all the time. Chooses someone in the crowd to make feel good for those few moments, then moves on to the next girl.

F/N looks at her watch,‘Come on Y/N. The photo opp with the boys is starting now. I can’t wait to get my hands on Jared!’

You and F/N rush through the throng of people to a side room where quite a crowd has gathered. You sigh, knowing it’s going to be a long wait for you to see Jensen again. The queue seems to go on forever and you can feel yourself getting more and more impatient. After what feels like an eternity, you can finally see them. Laughing and smiling with fans, camera flashes going off all around. F/N sequels, clapping her hands together. ‘Almost there Y/N!’

It’s your turn. Jensen has his back to you, a glass of water in his hand. He turns, and spots you waiting. His beautiful face lights up, lips turning into the biggest smile and he beckons you over. You can hardly move your legs they are shaking so much, but you manage to put one foot in front of the other and walk over to him.

‘Hey!’ He says, his 6ft 1 frame huge compared to yours. You catch a faint whiff of his aftershave and he smells incredible.

“H-hi." you stutter, closing your eyes tightly as you silently curse yourself for your nerves.

‘What’s your name?’ he asks beaming at you.

‘I’m Y/N and this is F/N.’ Gesturing to your friend, but she is completely distracted by Jared who is already engaged in a full blown conversation with her.

‘Y/N,’ he says quietly in his deep, sexy voice. Wow! It sounded even better than you ever imagined when you had fantasised about this moment. ‘I saw you in the crowd, you were sat at the front right?’ He asks.

‘Yes,’ you reply, ‘And you sang one of my favorite songs!’

‘I could tell by looking at you that you would be a rock chick,’ he responds, eyes travelling down your body, back up to your face, ‘girl after my own heart.’

You swallow hard, not quite believing you are having this conversation with him. ‘Look’ he says, putting his arm around you and pulling you towards him. He looks around conspiratorially, ‘I hate the fact we only get a few minutes to chat to everyone, and this is really not something I would normally do, but I can’t leave this town not having gotten to know you a little bit better.’

Your heart stops then quickly picks up its beat again. ‘Well, we are here for the weekend so if you have any down time....’ you say confidently, although inside you have turned to jelly.

Jensen turns away, reaches for a piece of paper and a pen, ‘Write your number down, quickly, before they move you long,’ he chuckles, handing them to you. You do as he asks. The photographer is growing impatient, so Jensen whispers 'How about photo of us?’ and slides his arm around your waist. You reach behind him and silently slip the paper with your number on into the back pocket of his jeans. You feel the swell of his fantastic ass under your hand as you do so and are amazed at how wonderful it feels.

He looks at you and winks, understanding what you have just done, and places his hand on your face, turning you to look at him just as the camera goes off. You smirk up at him, staring into his eyes, hoping this moment could last forever.

‘Can I text you later?’ he husks. All you can do is nod. He gives you a quick hug and steps away from you. You feel F/N grab your arm,shouting ‘Thanks guys you are amazing!’ as she pulls you away.

‘You are not going to believe what just happened!’ F/N squeals, jumping up and down on the spot.

‘Jared asked for your number?’ you ask.

‘How did you know?’

‘Because Jensen asked for mine too!’ You grin as you say it, still not believing it just happened ‘Don’t get too excited though,’ you warn F/N, ‘it doesn’t mean to say they will contact us.’

‘Come on,’ you say to F/N, ‘Let’s check out the expedition hall. I’m starving and there are food and drink stands there. Let’s grab something to eat.’

You're not really that hungry, but need to do something to occupy yourself and after that encounter with Jensen, you need some sugar. You make your way towards the hall, and wander around trying to decide what to get. There’s plenty on offer, and decide on a pancake with maple syrup, and a Diet Coke, hoping it will calm the butterflies that are zooming around in your stomach. F/N heads off to find somewhere to sit as you go to the stand to place your orders.

Tray in hand, you make your way through the crowd to the table she has found. Dropping down into the seat opposite F/N, you take a small bite of your food. It’s delicious, but your mouth is so dry you find it hard to swallow. You take a sip of the Diet Coke, and try to relax.

The first few bars of ‘Back in Black’ alerts you that you have a text, so you pull your phone from your back pocket.

‘Fucking hell!’ You almost drop it when you see the message. Jensen has actually texted you! What the fuck!? How are you going to respond?

‘Nnnooooo,’ F/N yells snatching the phone off you, almost choking on her pancake. ‘Oh my God Y/N. Answer him!’

You take the phone back off her and hand shaking, type a message back. The responses come thick and fast.

[winchester-fantasies]

Just a Taste

Summary: You want this Halloween to go down in the books as one of your favorites. And you’re about to find out just how epic it can be. (Halloween Special 2019).

Word Count: 3851

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, jealous Dean & possessive Dean (two of my favorite warnings! lol)

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃 Hope you enjoy!!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     You huffed as you surveyed yourself in the mirror. It was Halloween, and although Sam had outright refused, you had finally convinced Dean to accompany you to the party right up the road at the small convention center.

     Dean had adamantly declined your suggestion of wearing a costume, but you were determined to go all out and make this Halloween go down as one of your favorites. You'd ordered a costume off of Amazon, but as you surveyed yourself, you half-regretted your decision. 

     The sheer material of the bodice clung to your waist, accentuating not only your curves but the extra roll under your bra line, too. Your breasts were pronounced, the tops peeking out from the costume's neckline and jiggling every time you moved. 

     You put your hands on your hips, turning slightly to get a better view of your backside. You groaned. The hem of the skirt was almost obscenely short. Thank Chuck you'd decided to wear stockings, otherwise everybody and their mother would have an eyeful of your womanhood. Online it was described as being a sexy clown costume, but with the way it fit you, you thought slutty clown more appropriate.

     You sighed heavily as you went back to doing your makeup. Maybe if you did your makeup really well it would take attention away from the ill-fitting costume. You knew that was only wishful thinking as you leaned over the sink. Your breasts shifted just right, the left one nearly popping out of its restraint. You quickly righted, stuffing it back down and adjusting your top. You silently cursed and made a mental note to never purchase a costume from Amazon again.

     With your makeup complete, you took one final look at yourself. You still didn't like what you saw, but it was too late to turn back now. You'd just have to make the best of it. You drew in a deep breath to steel yourself before you walked out into the main room of the motel.

     Sam glanced up from his laptop, and he blanched. "Hey, Sam," you said nonchalantly.

     You sauntered over to the table, and Sam tensed, pushing back in his chair slightly. "You take one more step, (Y/N), and I swear to God..." Sam warned, pointing a threatening finger in your direction.

     You ignored his warning and instead closed the gap between you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his broad shoulder. You couldn't stifle a chuckle as his breathing grew heavier.

     You knew it wasn't necessarily the nicest thing to tease him when you knew he was deathly afraid of clowns, but you just couldn't help yourself. He was like the brother you never had, and you both were always joking or playing good-natured pranks on one another.

     "You know I'd never hurt you, Sammy," you playfully crooned. He flinched at your words, and you couldn't resist planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

     "Hey, (Y/N).... Whoa!" Dean said, stopping in his tracks as he walked through the door and stared at you leaning over his brother. "Am I...interrupting something?"

     You chuckled as you straightened. You shook your head and wiped the remnants of your makeup off Sam's face. "No," you said. "Just having a bit of fun."

     "More like fucking torture," Sam grumbled.

     You chuckled as you grabbed your bag from the table beside your bed. "You know you love me, Sammy," you said. Sam just rolled his eyes. 

     "You sure you still want to go to this party?" Dean asked.

     "Yeah, of course," you said. "Why wouldn't I?" you asked with a frown.

     "It's just..." he trailed off, his eyes studying your outfit skeptically. His critical gaze hurt, but you tried to hide it.

     "I don't care where you guys go," Sam interjected. "Just so long as you get her the fuck away from me!" He shivered in disgust, and you couldn't help laughing.

**********

     "So where is this party anyway?" Dean asked as he pulled out onto the highway.

     "Google says it's in a convention center a couple blocks from the motel," you said, checking the address on your phone.

     "Convention center?" Dean asked incredulously. "So what? It's gonna be some fancy-schmancy shindig?"

     You rolled your eyes. "No, Dean," you said. "It's not a 'fancy-schmancy shindig'. It's just a little party with food and dancing."

     "Dancing? Really?" Dean asked, his voice rising in pitch. 

     "Look, Dean," you snapped. "I know Halloween isn't exactly your thing, but you're the one who decided to come."

     "Me?" Dean bellowed, his eyebrows shooting up. "You practically forced my hand!"

     "Then why didn't you just say you didn't want to come?" you asked, throwing your hands in the air.

     "Because," Dean shouted, "you wanted to go!"

     Silence fell over the Impala. You drew in a breath as you tried to regain your composure. "You're impossible," you muttered, running your middle finger and thumb over your eyelids and pinching the bridge of your nose. 

     Dean sighed heavily. "Look, (Y/N)," he said, his voice softer. "I just don't understand why you want to go to some party where people are dressed up as the monsters we hunt everyday. I mean, our lives are basically Halloween on steroids."

     "I just wanted to celebrate, that's all," you grumbled, crossing your arms. 

     "We celebrate Halloween at the bunker every year," Dean pointed out. "Why couldn't we just stick to tradition?"

     "I don't know, Dean," you clipped. "I just wanted to do something different."

     "Whatever," Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes.

     "Can you at least try?" you asked. "You don't have to dance or mingle or anything else. But just try to have fun," you implored. "Please."

     Dean drew in a breath. "Fine," he grumbled.

     You sighed and turned towards the window, looking at the passing scenery disappearing in the waning light. This wasn't how you'd envisioned the night going at all.

**********

     Loud music drifted outside as Dean parked the Impala. Your heels clicked on the asphalt, tension still pervading the air. You shivered as a brisk breeze flew around you, only adding to your discomfort.

     Dean held the door open for you once you reached the entrance. The music was even louder inside, the sounds of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" reverberating around you. You and Dean paid the $5.00 fee before walking into the auditorium.

     The smell of sweat and stale beer filled the air. Despite the small room, at least two hundred people crowded the space.

     "I thought you said it was gonna be small," Dean said loudly, surveying the throng of people lining every wall.

     "I thought it was going to be," you shrugged. "Let's go find a table," you hollered above the music.

     Dean nodded as you led the way. You wove through the crowd, your shoulders bumping into several people along the way. You hated crowds, and you were on high alert. You sighed in relief once you came to the far wall. 

     You found a vacant table, and Dean sat down. "You want a drink?" you yelled. Dean nodded, and you returned his nod.

     You made your way back through the crowd. The refreshment table was right in front of the DJ, and you thought whoever came up with the floor plans for tonight's party had to be one of the worst party planners. The music blared right in your ear, almost painfully.

     You took up two Solo cups, filling one with beer from a keg for Dean and the other with spiked punch.

     "Hey," a voice said, and if it hadn't been for the slow song that started playing, you wouldn't have even heard it.

     You looked up to find a man standing beside you. He was tall - at least Sammy's height. His dark hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes glowed in the dim lighting. 

     "Hey, Dracula," you said, surveying his tux and black cape. He grinned, revealing a set of fake vampire teeth. 

     "I vant to suck your blood," he said, in his best Transylvanian accent.

     You rolled your eyes at the cliché but grinned nevertheless. The man chuckled at your reaction before extending his hand. "Josh," he introduced himself.

     "(Y/N)," you said, setting down one of the cups and taking his hand. His hands were soft and uncalloused. So different from the hands of a hunter. But his handshake was firm.

     "You here with someone, (Y/N)?" he asked, looking between the two cups. 

     "Yeah," you nodded. "My friend," you said, picking up a couple bags of M&Ms and tucking them under your arm. 

     "Want help with that?" Josh asked as you took the cup from the table.

     "Nah, I got it," you said. "But thanks for the offer."

     Josh smiled. "See you around?" he asked hopefully.

     "Maybe," you said with a coy smirk. You turned and walked away, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

     "What took you so long?" Dean asked grumpily as you set his beer in front of him.

     "You're welcome," you said sarcastically, tossing the bag of M&Ms at him. He jumped back in his chair as his hands fumbled to catch the bag. The candy landed at his feet, and he groaned in irritation as he stooped to pick it up.

     You tsked. "Better watch it, Winchester. Your hunter reflexes are getting a little rusty," you teased.

     Dean shot you a glare as he straightened in his seat. You laughed before taking a sip of your punch. You scrunched your face up as the liquid burned down your throat. Whoever made the punch didn't know the proper ratio of punch to rum.

     "I met someone," you said nonchalantly, looking out at the dancers. 

     When Dean didn't respond you looked at him. His face was blank and unreadable. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. 

     "Yep," you said. "Name's Josh. And he's really fucking hot," you said with a grin.

     Dean chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "I'm thinking if I play my cards right, I might just get some tonight," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. "Chuck knows I haven't gotten any lately," you muttered, popping two M&Ms into your mouth.

     But as the night wore on, you began to think the entire idea of going out tonight was a total bust. You had gotten up a few times to refill yours and Dean's drinks, but other than that nothing happened. You thought you'd never had a more boring and uneventful night. Dean outright refused to get up from the table, and the harder you searched, the more you were sure Josh had already left. 

     You were just about to call it a night when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked up to find Josh, wearing a wide grin.

     “Hey,” you said, smiling. “I thought you already left.”

     “How could I leave without a dance from a beautiful girl?” he asked with a wink, and your stomach flipped.

     Dean cleared his throat, and you turned to find him looking between you and Josh. He raised his eyebrows, sending you a pointed look. 

     “Oh, uh, sorry,” you said. “Dean, this is Josh. Josh, my friend, Dean,” you introduced, gesturing between the two.

     “Hey, man. Nice to meet you,” Josh said, extending his hand.

     Dean paused for a moment, staring at his outstretched arm. But finally he reached out and shook it. His face was undecipherable, and you weren’t quite sure why he was acting like he didn’t even want to acknowledge Josh.

     You mentally shrugged it off as Josh extended his hand to you. “So...you want to dance?”

     “Okay,” you said shyly. You took his hand as he helped you from your chair and led you to the dance floor. The soft notes of “Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra started up. You wrapped your arms around Josh’s neck as he snaked his around your waist.

     “So…” Josh said awkwardly.

     “So?” you asked with a grin.

     Josh chuckled. “Umm…. What do you do?”

     “What do I do as in...work?” you asked, cocking your head.

     “Yeah,” Josh nodded.

     “I’m a historian,” you said. Not exactly a lie. You were practically a historian with the amount of research hunting required. 

     Josh’s eyes lit up in interest. “Oh, really? What field?”

     “Mostly lore and mythology,” you shrugged.

     “Oh, wow,” he said. “Sounds intriguing.”

     “It is,” you said.

     Josh looked at you slyly. “So you know any lore on vampires?” he asked, baring his plastic fangs.

     You chuckled. “Oh, I could tell you lots,” you said.

     “And how do I fit the bill? Am I authentic and scary enough?” he asked good-naturedly. You had to hold back a laugh. If only he could see the real deal. He’d be scarred for life. 

     “Eh…” you said, rocking your hand back and forth in a so-so gesture. “More like rinky-dink, Hollywood version,” you said playfully.

     Josh’s face fell in mock hurt, and he grasped his chest. “Way to shoot down a guy’s ego,” he said with a chuckle.

     “Hey, but you’re still a cute Dracula,” you flirted.

     Josh cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” he asked suggestively. You bit your lower lip and nodded. He drew in a deep breath as his arms tightened around you, and his hands slid lower on your back. “Well, I happen to think you’re the sexiest clown I’ve ever seen,” he said, his mouth only inches from your own. You could smell the remnants of rum on his breath as you closed your eyes, waiting for the press of his lips on yours.

     You yelped as you were roughly jerked out of Josh’s arms just as “Monster Mash” came through the speakers. “Ow!” you exclaimed, as the fingers around your bicep tightened.

     “What the fuck, Dean?” you shrieked, turning to find him behind you. His face was hard, and his eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite place.

     Dean didn’t reply, instead whirling around and dragging you behind him, Josh’s feeble attempt at a threat echoing after you. Dean stalked through the crowd, curses and loud groans falling around you as he all but shoved people out of his way. He flung the doors open with force and veered to the left.

     You stumbled after him, your ankles twisting a couple of times as you fought to keep up with him in your heels. He dragged you around the side of the building into nothing more than an alleyway. He was breathing heavily as he shoved you against the wall, the cold brick hitting your back.

     He put both hands on either side of you, caging you in. His face was hard, and even in the dim light of the streetlight, you could see lust emanating from his eyes as he leered, his gaze sweeping over you.

     You shivered as a wave of unexpected arousal washed over you. “Wh...what the fuck, Dean?” you asked again, this time your voice a tiny whisper.

     Dean leaned forward, his nose nestling into your hair. He drew in a deep breath and growled in admiration. “Do you even know how hard tonight’s been for me?” he asked.

     “I...I know it’s been hard for you,” you stammered. “I’m sorry I dragged you here, and it won’t happen aga….”

     “No!” Dean barked. You jumped as one of his hands smacked the brick next to you. “I’m not talking about that,” he growled. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin. You fought against the moan that threatened to escape as your stomach tightened with desire. 

     “What I mean is…” Dean panted. “Fuck, (Y/N), this boner has been so damn hard to conceal. Why do you think I never left the table?” he asked, his voice deep.

     “Wh...what are you talking about?” you gasped. His hands fell to your hips, and he jerked you towards him. You could feel his bulge against your hip as he lightly rutted against you. 

     “You feel that, sweetheart?” he asked. “This is all your doing. This is what you do to me,” he groaned as his movements stuttered at the friction.

     You were shocked into silence. How had you come to the party with your best friend but left it, pressed against a wall by the man you had hopelessly pined over for the last five years?

     “Fuck, baby, when I saw you all dressed up like this, it took everything in me not to rip right off you. So fucking sexy,” he growled. His hands were now roaming freely, caressing your curves, fondling your breasts, kneading your thighs. His hands came behind you and grabbed your ass in both of his hands, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. You gasped, and your hands flew around his shoulders, holding him tight against you.

     “Shit, (Y/N),” Dean breathed. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you, taste you....feel you from the inside,” he rasped.

     “Dean,” you moaned, your hands sliding from his back to the base of his skull. You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. A low groan escaped his mouth as he found the juncture of your neck and collarbone, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

     “I was willing to let a little innocent flirting slide,” he said, pulling away. “But when that asshat laid his hands on you, that was an immediate deal breaker.”

     “Dean,” you moaned again, this time louder.

     “I want you to know…. After tonight, I’m gonna be the only one whose touch you crave,” Dean growled before burying his face into the soft and plump flesh of your breasts. 

     “Dammit, Dean!” you snapped. “Fucking take me already!”

     Dean leaned back, a cocky smirk crossing his lips. “Your wish is my command,” he said. He slid down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses across your torso, his warm breath steaming your skin through the filmy fabric of your costume.

     He knelt on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with hooded eyes before lifting your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He pushed your panties to the side, and he growled in appreciation as your wet folds glistened in the streetlight. 

     “Damn, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Already so fucking wet.”

     You whimpered as he leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your core. “All I could think about tonight is how fucking good you must taste,” he said. 

     Your breath hitched and you leaned your head against the wall as his tongue slid through your folds. “Mmm,” Dean groaned. “I was right. Your pussy is fucking intoxicating.”

     You moaned as he dove back in, his tongue pulsating over your clit. Your hands flew to the back of his head as he moved it around, his scruff shooting electricity through your core. 

     You gripped the wall, bits of mortar cramming underneath your fingernails as you clawed at the bricks. “Dean…. So...close,” you breathed, barely able to speak past the pleasure.

     Dean abruptly switched his tactics, licking around your vulva. He inserted two fingers into you, and you nearly lost it. His movements were steady and unhurried, dragging out the pleasure, building you up to the grand finale. 

     His fingers pumped into you, the wet sounds of your dripping core mingling with your soft moans. You heard voices around the corner, but you didn’t care if you were caught. You were already too far gone.

     Dean crooked his fingers, the rough pads of his fingertips meeting your sweet spot. Dean suddenly straightened, his face burying into the crook of your neck. “C’mon, baby,” he whispered. “Cum for me. Wanna feel your walls clench around my fingers.”

     With that you came, your walls clamping down with a force they never had before. A deep moan escaped your throat, and Dean swallowed it as his mouth found yours, the sweet taste of you still on his tongue. 

     “Damn, Dean,” you chuckled breathlessly once he had disengaged his fingers. You wiped your sweaty brow with the the back of your hand, your now ruined clown makeup rubbing off.

     Dean chuckled. He leaned forward, capturing your lips into another heated kiss. Your fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans before you found his fully erect member. You pumped it, his hips rocking into your palm as he exhaled a deep groan.

     You felt him twitch and knew he was close. “Enough, enough!” Dean barked, slapping your hand away and stepping back. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “I love a good hand job as much as the next guy, but, baby, I gotta feel you,” he said desperately.

     You bit your lower lip as you shimmied out of your skirt, panties, and stockings, tossing them beside you. You reached out for him, drawing him against you. His hands cupped your ass again before sliding them to the back of your thighs. You jumped up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands held you steady as he centered himself with your core.

     He pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to him. A groan escaped his mouth, and you sighed as he bottomed out, his tip meeting your cervix. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, leaning his head on your shoulder. Dean pulled out slowly before plunging back in, setting a brisk pace. 

     You gripped his shoulders, your fingers fisting into his heavy jacket. His manhood dragged across your sweet spot, searing warmth flooding your body. Sweat dripped from Dean’s nose and chin and rivulets ran down your face, creating unsightly trails through your remaining makeup.

     You felt your coil tightening and knew you were already on the verge of cumming again. “Not gonna last much longer, babygirl,” Dean said breathlessly, his speed not slowing, but his movements growing sloppy.

     “It...it’s okay,” you gasped. “I’m almost there, too.”

     Dean snaked his hand between you, his fingers rubbing quick circles over your clit. The floodgates of pleasure ripped open, and your muscles tensed. “Dean!” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably.

     “Fuck. Me. Runnin’,” Dean grunted as his hips faltered. He spilled himself inside you, aftershocks milking him for all he was worth.

     Your chests were heaving as he pulled himself from your core. He buttoned up his jeans again before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully cleaning you up, his ministrations gentle. 

     You pulled your skirt back on, and Dean stuffed your ruined panties and his handkerchief back into his pocket. You shivered, suddenly very aware of just how cold it’d become. He took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders. You smiled gratefully at him as you started making your way back to the Impala.

     Dean threw his arm over your shoulder. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “What say we get a separate room tonight, and I can really show you what you’ve been missing?”

     You giggled as you leaned back, meeting his desirous stare. “That wasn’t proof enough?” you asked, motioning your head behind you.

     Dean chuckled, his voice dropping low. “Oh, honey, that was just a taste.”

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[shibalen]

H-hi I would like to request for Haikyuu and Yona of the dawn and um music box and jewellery box. I'm female, 18 y/o. My height is 172 cm. My hair is black and a bit below my shoulders. My skin is somewhat fair/yellowish. My eyes are dark brown and i wear glasses. My zodiac sign is Gemini and my MTBI test is ISFP-T. I'm still very confused about my sexuality so I'm okay with either and i never were in a relationship before. My hobbies are listening to music and watching anime. (1/2)🌼

Other than that, my hobbies change from time to time. I'm very kind and am very good at comforting. I'm very shy but open up very slowly to someone. I'm not that talkative. I'm very protective towards my friends. I'm very anxious, oversensitive and very insecure. I also lack a lot of self esteem. But even if i have flaws i try my best amd know that my friends are always there for me. I also get easily embarrassed. Thank you *bows* (2/2) 🌼

♡︎ matchup for 🌼anon

hi there! thanks for your patience, and i hope you enjoy your matches!

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

hinata shoyo !!

• isfp-t's tend to be sensitive and gentle as well as intense and experimental. i think you're a good balance for Hinata because you'd keep his feet on the ground while he would help you be more confident about yourself. believe me, this ray of sunshine would adore you to the moon and back !!

• he becomes more observant thanks to you as he learns better how to keep his voice down and excitability under control so you wouldn't get overwhelmed. he loves you and only wishes for your comfort ♡︎

• you came to cheer on Kenma and Kuroo actually for a Nekoma vs Karasuno practice match the first time you two met. After the match Hinata was looking for his friend when he spotted you being surrounded by tall strangers and looking rather anxious.

• his instincts made him jump in and try to get them to stop bothering you, trying to be as intimidating as possible. but then you reached out and said they were first years just asking for directions (・∀・)

• it was an honest mistake, you assured him and found his kindness touching despite the truth. your mutual friends helped you feel more comfortable around this ball of energy, and, though you had already graduated by then, he was able to confess his feelings.

• he's talkative enough for the both of you and will happily do speaking in your stead if that's what you want until you become accustomed to the situation. always encourages and supports you no matter what!

• doesn't understand why you'd feel insecure because he's in love with you for who you are, but can relate to the feeling of inferiority nevertheless. he's your biggest cheerleader and admires your determination to keep doing your best! honestly, you're his inspiration.

• he's delighted to say the least when you begin opening up to him. knows better than to pressure you but sometimes he can't help but to cheer you on "uwah, your laugh is so pretty, y/n! i wanna hear it more!" – "i like this artist too! you have such a great taste in music!"

• thinks it's awesome sauce that you switch between hobbies. you get to try out new things all the time, and whenever you show/tell him about what you started you can see stars in his eyes. it comes as no surprise he's tried getting you into volleyball too.

• you'd think with all the volleyball going on in his head Hinata's never been in a relationship before either. well, you are absolutely correct. you're just two awkward dorks in love trying your best.

• Hinata would be a stuttering mess at first, his hands sweating buckets as he tries to take hold of yours. however, once he understands you're also shy he makes an effort to appear more confident.

• brags about you to everyone because he needs them to know how incredible you are.

• one time when he was showing you volleyball he praised you for an amazing receive so many times that your face overheated and you hid in the corner from embarrassment. bby was so worried he'd said something wrong that he went crying to Suga. "i broke y/n!!" ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡

• tol girlfriend makes his heart go doki doki. loves that you accept his height as well (pre-timeskip at least). will give you piggybacks to train but to also have fun with you. post-timeskip you're the same height which means he lifts you up and carries you a lot more to make up for lost time (•̀ᴗ•́)و

• for dates you'd have, for example, anime marathons (his favorites are shounen, sports, and comedy, surprise!), go to adventure parks and conventions and shopping at music stores.

♫︎ music box

— Someone To You by BANNERS

— Sunkissed by khai dreams

— Talk Too Much by COIN

— Appreciated by Rixton

— Magic Shop by BTS

♡︎ runner up: Tadashi Yamaguchi

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

akatsuki no yona: i match you with . . .

kija !!

• all right, i have my reasons! Kija may be quite headstrong and startle you with that trait sometimes but he is also extremely caring and attentive—it goes well with your kind and shy personality, he finds those traits the absolute cutest. it also squeezes his heart how protective you are of your loved ones ♡︎

• this dear boy invests all of his emotions into everything he does so it's easy for him to get hurt. during times like these your presence and advice are the best remedies he could wish for. he seeks you out sometimes even not registering it himself.

• you'd known each other for a long time, having grown up in the same village, but hardly interacted due to Kija always being secluded and treated as a god. once he was escaping the women who were trying to get to him, and met you at the edge of the village. you offered to hide him despite knowing better.

• you stayed on his mind ever since and whenever he'd see you he called your name for attention. the word about you two got around fast but you weren't liking the attention. Kija just wanted to be with you without everyone poking their nosees into it.

• so when Yona, Hak and Yoon arrived at last Kija insisted you'd come with them, swearing to protect you from all harm!

• it saddens him that you don't have a lot of self-esteem. he easily goes into rants whenever someone else says something even slightly bad about you. will throw hands with that person regardless of who they are, don't test him. you might want to step in though if starts turning into a scene.

• anyway, he won't let you forget how much potential you have. he'll stop you the moment you try to put yourself down and lists all the great things you've done. he remembers your smallest actions and words of kindness and makes sure you do as well.

• Kija seeks your approval like a puppy. whenever he wins a competition against Hak or does anything even slightly praiseworthy he turns to you with sparkling eyes. lighting a fire? yep. cooking? uh-uh. waking up earlier than Hak? most definitely. "did you see that, y/n? amazing, right??"

• very blushy about anything publically affectionate, but if you're feeling anxious any situation at all he will gently make sure you know he's there for you. tenderly touching you or whispering "it's all right. you'll be okay", anything to help put your mind at ease.

• not to be nsfw or anything but please run your fingers through his hair and over his scars and tell him how proud you are of him. he will melt into your touch ｡ﾟ°(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

• it's so adorable though that you can compliment each other like there's no tomorrow but the moment you recieve one ever you'll turn into flustered little bundles ♡︎ it's quite fun for the rest of the gang to watch as you lowkey argue over who has prettier eyes.

• your dates include exploring around towns and villages, picnics by lakes and rivers, dancing to the music in city centres and studying new things such as a place or language—anything new that you're curious about!

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you:

the time both of you got lost in a cave and separated from others. you were scared and worried whether or not you'd make it out yet still put on a strong appearance for Kija's sake. admittedly, he tried acting tough too although there were bugs everywhere and he was freaking out. you, on the other hand, were so gentle with him and joked around lightly to ease his mind. it wasn't a particularly the happiest memory but it's his favourite because it always reminds him what a loyal, kind spirit you are.

— favourite activity to do together:

he loves going exploring with you! it teaches him new things about the world but also you, what you're facinated or repulsed by, what are things that make you laugh or sad. overall Kija is very big on quality time so don't be surprised when he asks if you'd like to go on a walk or teach him how to do something.

— favourite place to kiss you:

forehead, forehead, forehead, maybe cheeks too. a kiss doesn't come the most naturally for Kija, and you both prefer to show your affections through other actions. but a forehead kiss is sweet and innocent. he likes giving them to you when you're parting or saying goodnight/morning ♡︎

— favourite nicknames for you:

hmm, i think he'd be too shy to use anything but your name. BUT in the spur of the moment of complimenting you he easily describes you as cute, lovely, beautiful, enchanting, to name a few (・ωｰ)

— favourite thing about you:

if it comes down to it, it's your protectiveness and how much you care for others that makes Kija head-over-heels smitten with you. he's the same, so knowing you two share the same values makes him incredibly happy as it brings you even closer together ♡︎ though if you're too nice to anyone he'll get jelly like a little doggy and whine

♡︎ runner up: Yoon

thank you for requesting, dear! i had fun finding songs for the music box ( ^ω^) stay well and healthy, you are important ♡︎

[damndaehyung]

Coffee Shop Revenge

John Tucker Must Die AU  Part 3 

Included : Daniel, Emily, Sungjae , M , Minah, Jane,Tara, Arabella Mentioned : Tyler , Maude, Heavily Alluded to : Mindy 

“You really don’t need to follow me everywhere,” Emily said with a laugh as Daniel pushed the door of the cafe open. “It’s not even that bad, “ she said with a shake off her head. “And don’t you have a class?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “Skipping class already?” she frowned. “Daniel you said you were going to try -” she continued.

“Emily, the professor is off sick, I am meant to be studying which i can do here so,” he grinned. “I am just keeping any eye on you, I just want to make sure you are okay and that they don’t overwork you,” he said. “I’d even fight Sungjae to keep you healthy so that should say a lot,” Daniel huffed.

Emily beamed up at him, “Even though it’s not necessary i appreciate it,” she said. “Go get your normal booth, i’ll send over your usual in a minute,” she waving for him to go. He looked over to the counter glaring at M and Sungjae who looked up only to see Daniel making I’m watching you motion. He meant what he said if he had take Sungjae down if something happened to Emily. Turning on his heels he strutted to his booth, now hopefully free of Ty Dollar Sign and his french girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend unless she really was as dumb as she looked.

He grinned at the sound of silence as he settled in his booth, ready to get working on a project. “Banana bread and a Mocha,” Sungjae said placing a plate and a mug on the free patch of the table.

Daniel looked up from his computer, plastering the most seductive smile on his face and licking his lips. “I believe i ordered your number as well -” he said sweetly.

“That comes with our loyalty card, on your fifth coffee with us you get my number, on the tenth you get date with M,” Sungjae joked but that Daniel decided that was close enough to flirting for him. After all, he got the feeling Sungjae was shy a guy, something Daniel would have no problem helping him overcome in the future.

“And what if i wanted a date with you instead?” Daniel asked.

“Ah i am not sure you want to settle for a date with me,” Sungjae said scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

“You’d be wrong,” Daniel said. “So when should we go out?” he asked, getting straight to the point. He was never one to beat around the bush and Sungjae won’t be any different. Sungjae blinked owlishly at him before avoiding eye contact altogether, a sheepish smile on his face. Daniel couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across his face, he was in.

He was about to get his response when a feminine figure pushed past Sungjae, the person didn’t look suspicious at all, i mean who would find someone wearing a wide brim hat, Chanel sunglasses and a trench coat suspicious. Daniel rolled his eyes, coughing to get Sungjae’s attention back. “Well -” he started again but was interrupted by a loud are you kidding me coming from the blonde who has just entered the club. Daniel looked over at with a harsh glare noticing that it was the club girl, Jane if he remembered correctly. He swirled back around to Ms Subtle and frowned, even with the glass and stupid hat he could tell it was the French girl. Why did these women hate him, he just wanted to seduce his cute barista boy in peace but no.

“Is this a setup?” Jane asked as she stomped over to the booth, her face red and a scowl on her face. Daniel frowned knowing his chance had slipped by, the drama of the two girls ahead of him was too much, especially since everyone in the cafe had turned to look at them.

“Save your dramatics Jane,” The French girl said dismissively as she pulled off her shades. “Do you honestly think i would plan this? Please spending time near you is the last thing on my to-do list -” she huffed. “Let me guess T messaged you as well?” she with a frown. “Do you think she is going to apologize for her brother?”

“No, I am definitely not doing that,” The sister said, making her appearance known, beside her was the other blonde, Daniel looked at the girls curiously. He expected the french girl, the blonde and Jane to look a little worse for wear considering they just found out their boyfriend was cheating on them but the sister seemed to be taking it worse, her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, her eyes rimmed red with deep circles under her eyes suggesting that she stayed up all night crying and she was one of those ugly jumpers with the college’s name on it.

“I should go serve them,” Sungjae whispered. “If i don’t make it back tell M that he can have my comic collection,” he continued. Daniel’s nose wrinkled up, oh my gosh he is a nerd, a very cute nerd but comic books. God help Sungjae if he ever tried to drag Daniel to one of those convention things.

“Tara,” Jane said softly, “Are you okay?” she asked softly. “Did something else happen you know between -”

“Jane shut up, god i know your blonde but really,” The french girl spat harshly. “Tara, as someone who has also felt the crushing disappointment of men let me tell you that your real friends will be here for you,” she said softly, “any time,” she said tapping the booth beside.

“Real friends please,” the other blonde said under her breath.

Tara was saved from sitting or speaking by Sungjae who Daniel noted sounding rather done despite barely dealing with these girls. He knew Sungjae had similar interests to him, but he assumed he was bi, maybe he was wrong and woman wouldn’t be a problem for him it all in the future. With that joyous thought in mind, Daniel turned back to his work, happy that this college thing was working out exactly the way he planned it.

He looked away only to watch the trainwreck that was M trying to place the girls’ orders down. As much as he could tolerate which was a surprising amount considering he wasn’t directly related to him and he wasn’t particularly attracted to him, it was still funny to watch him be intimidated by the girl, so much so he almost dropped Tara’s croissant. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he took a sip of his Mocha re-reading what he had just written.

“THAT BASTARD DID WHAT?!” Daniel jumped drink almost spilling from his lips as Jane’s voiced echoed throw the cafe, her fist had down on the table so hard Daniel had heard plates clang back down, Daniel chanced it taking another speak at the table watching as Jane shrunk on herself as she noticed that everyone was looking at her. The french girl was wiping furiously a scowl on her face while Tara was looking down, shaking her head. “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM,” she continued, her voice lowered slightly.

Daniel really should have stopped listening and went back to focusing on his work but he loved drama, especially the type that involved potential murder and didn’t include his name. He figured the bastard was Tyler Lee, but if Jane wasn’t going to kill him after cheating on her with three other girls he had to wonder what Tyler did to fuck up this badly.

“Wait so Maude told you?” The French girl asked, “How did she know?” she asked.

“She is friends with Min-”

“No T don’t say her name, that bitches name doesn’t deserve to be said by you,” the other blonde said. “And yes Olivier couldn’t wait to brag about how Tyler trusted her with this, how she has a deeper connection with him - ten guesses to why she wasn’t invited -” she said bitterly.

“I am going to kill her as well and that little Cindy bitch-” Jane said once again causing Daniel to smirk. In another life, he was sure he and Jane could actually get along but her shocking taste in men had all but ruled that friendship out.

“Anyway,” The French girl said, Daniel could tell she was rolling her eyes right now, it was obvious in her voice. “Is that why you called us here Tara?” she asked.

“Not exactly,” Tara said.

“And this is where i leave,” the other blonde spoke. “I want to get revenge on that asshole and his friends but I don’t want to be apart of Tara ruining her relationship with him and i certainly don’t want to work with you two -” she said, Daniel smelled a scheme and bit in his banana bread happily. He was going to get a date with Sungjae and if these girls were any good plotting he’d never have to worry about seeing Tyler Lee and voyeurism kink ever again.

“It’s a bit late for that don’t you think since you know Tyler complete ruined her life -” The french girl spoke contempt dripping in her voice. “And do you honestly think i would want to work with you? I am sorry i don’t play with children -” she said.

“You -”

“Ara! Minah! Stop it!” Tara shouted not nearly as loudly as Jane had earlier but it was still enough to get a few looks from the cafe’s customers. “Stop talking about me like i am not here and stop being so childish, we are all victims of my brother’s schemes so can we just stop with the animosity for five seconds,” she said. Daniel couldn’t see her but he’d like to imagine her rubbing her temples wondering why she had to deal with such fools. “If Ara doesn’t want to be involved in my plans that is fine,” she said. “That is her choice and i respect that, i know that it’s been hard for her to-” she trailed off before the sound of laughter rang okay. “Okay yeah yeah me too,” Tara said.

Daniel watched as the other blonde, Ara walked past him, glancing at him briefly before raising an eyebrow and continuing. “Look i am all for revenge but are you sure you want to do this Tara?” Min-Frenchie asked. “He is your brother and -” she trailed off.

“He needs to be taken down,” Tara said. “He took things way to far, the thing with Mark, dating one of my friends and then cheating on her with several of my other friends who also think they are dating him and being so desperate to get his dick wet that he would….” she said with a gag. “With Maude Olivier, no Tyler needs a wake-up call,” she said.

“And what is your plan anyway and why do we need to be involved?” Jane asked. “Because for all the little pranks that have been happening haven’t worked,” she said just as their phones chimed. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Jane and Minah both spat angrily. Daniel turned to see them both furiously staring at their screens, a sleuth of colourful threats and curses were being said about one Tyler Lee. Daniel wondered if his ears were burning right now, he hoped they were.

“What happened?” Tara asked curiously craning her neck to look at one of their phones and gasping. “Oh no,” she said. “He didn’t,” she said.

“I can’t believe that little chipmunk,” Minah ranted, Daniel’s nose scrunched up in disgust, chipmunk what vile inducing pet name. “He dumped me over a text message,” she said followed but what sounded like a muffled screen. “Forget your little revenge plan, I am calling Suho -” she said.

“Dumped you, wow shocking, but what about me?”

“Oh come off it Durand you were never a girlfriend just a bed- “

“Guys stop and Minah put your phone down,” Tara said with the authority of teacher scolding her kindergarten class. “ I think it's time to give Tyler some off his own medicine,” she said before launching into her plan. As Daniel found it out, much to his disappointment didn’t involve murder or any violence at all but it was simply to break Tyler’s heart. How silly from the sounds of it Tyler Lee didn’t even have a heart so why bother.

“So who would be the ultimate heartbreaker?” Jane asked. “I mean he can be pretty charming -” she trailed off. “He did manage to have four girlfriends at a time,” she spat bitterly.

“I hate to agree with Jane but she is right a regular girl won’t do, they’d be eating of his hand in a day,” Minah said.

“How about her -” she said, Daniel swirled around looking to where she was pointing only to find it landing on Emily. Daniel sucked in a breath to stop himself from snapping.

“Her?” Minah laughed. “No, Tara, she’d be on her knees for him in a minute,” she said. Daniel growled, his hands balling into a fist, his nails digging into flesh. Do not react. Do not react.

‘Well from what i heard she isn’t the biggest fan of my brother, plus she is friends with Eunmi Kim, you know the girl who hates Lucas and by association hates everything my brother stands for -” Tara explained. The glaring girl, of course, she would have to somehow ruin things for him.

“She is a little young,” Jane commented as Daniel nodded in agreement. She was too young. Way too young. “Does she even go here or is she a high schooler?”

“Well, Tyler likes them young apparently,” Minah laughed. “Maybe Tara is onto something, hey if this heartbreak plan fails we might be able to send him to prison,” she snorted. “Seriously Tara, that girl wouldn’t last five minutes with Tyler, and even if she did Tyler wouldn’t look at her twice, she is a little how do i say this… plain?”

“Plain?” Daniel snapped getting out of his booth and glaring at the girls. “Like you can talk, that hair colour you aren’t Blair Waldorf and it isn’t 2008 anymore,” he said if looks could kill him and the french one would have committed double murder. “Keep my cousin out of your mouth the only thing that belongs there is Tyler Lee’s dick and apparently he doesn’t even want it anymore,” he said with an eye roll. “Getting dumped by text - tragic,”

“Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that and why were you listening to our private conversations,” she said eyes lit anger.

“You two are making a scene,” Tara said with a shake of her head. “And i don’t think your cousin would like it she gets fired because you were eavesdropping on a deeply personal conversation of one of this cafe’s best customers,” she said. Daniel apparently underestimated the sister. “Now sit, I’ve made some changes to the plan,” she smirked.

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“Are you kidding?” “Him?” Jane and Minah said at the same time.

“You want me to do what?” Daniel said laughing in surprise. “Are you on drugs? I know a rehab clinic i can get you in,” he said as Minah muttered a wow shocking under her breath. “Is he - He won’t do it, I’ve seen your brother and he is strictly interested in cats if you know what i mean -” he said.

“Daniel what are you doing?” Emily said coming over the table, well hobbling over to the table. Tara grinned at her before turning to Daniel with a smirk.

“Your cousin here was actually offering a sympathetic ear,” Jane commented patting Daniel’s back. “There was a misunderstanding at the start but Minah and Danny boy here are such hotheads -” she said.

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Emily said with an eye roll. “I’ve known Daniel my whole life i can count on one hand the number of times he has been sympathetic,” she said folding her arms. “Daniel what is going on?” she asked.

“I overheard Jane saying she was tired of dating assholes and you know me i can’t resist myself so i suggested M and was just giving her some needed information,” he said as Emily tilted her head before nodding picking up the used menus. Daniel let out a breath only to be whacked in the face by a menu.

“Ow Em, not the face,” He whined.

“You are lying to me,” she said continuing to hit him but notable moving away from the face, “Tell me what is going on or i will tell Sungjae that you used to -” she said before Daniel reached out covering her mouth.

“I am sacrificing myself for the greater good so next time you hit with a menu just remember i got dragged into this because of you,” he said as Emily brows furrowed, a confused look on her face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Emily, was it? You seem… interesting… trust your cousin when we say it’s better you don’t know,” MInah said. Emily’s eyes narrowed at her before turning to Daniel.

“We will be talking just know that,” she said glaring. “And Jane would be lucky to be interested in M, especially considering who she -” Emily said looking down at Jane.

“So is being a bitch genetic in your family or -” Jane asked with a laugh. “And i take back what i said, i think she might have stood a chance against Ty,” she said. “And who is M? Is the short one that has been glaring at Minah? Because ew but i applaud his cause,” she grinned.

“M is the tall one,” Daniel said. “And shut up!” he huffed. “Anyway Tara, your plan is stupid and won’t work and i am so sure of it, I’ll actually let you try and use me,” he said. “Your brother is as straight as a ruler,” he pointed out. “And i am not going to act like i am interested in him until i see some sort of sign he is,” he shrugged. “Now i have to go shower, who knows what i caught by sitting here,” he said pushing past Jane and leaving the cafe.

“Jane do you still have Jaehyun’s number?” Tara asked with a smirk. “I know my brother better than anyone and he would never back down from a dare or a challenge.”

[crackimagines]

Imperial Space Marine finds himself in Fodlan. Hilarity ensures.

To say I had fun with this prompt is...a bit of an understatement.

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In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

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BRIEFING:

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DEATHWATCH MARINE DEPLOYED: Andrus Cassius, Ultramarines.

MISSION: Investigate possible T’au Warp/FTL experiment. Search and Destroy.

Use any means necessary to complete the mission.

The Emperor Protects.

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PROLOGUE

Andrus walked through the woods, his helmet’s visors lighting up the night.

Scanning everything in his vicinity, this world didn’t seem anything like the facility he had just infiltrated. 

It was lush and full of life.

The factory he was in did not even have a scrap of grass when he made his way near the entrance.

He decided to put that to the side for now, it was clear that the portal had sent him to a different planet.

The mission to eliminate the prototype was a success, escaping was another story.

Security was hot on his heels as he tried stealing one of their ships as the explosion took over the entire facility.

His luck ran out when the explosion overwhelmed him and the ship. It seemed like the explosion was actually the prototype activating as it destroyed itself.

It didn’t seem like anything was hostile on this planet however, so the coast was clear.

“Only a matter of time before the T’au find me. I have to get out of here until then,” he thought to himself.

He checked the ammunition in his Boltgun. His ammo was mostly full, which he thanked himself for reserving the use of. 

Andrus holstered his Boltgun and checked his chainsword, the revving of the engine was still smooth, if a little bloody.

When he looked up, his helmet displayed information that a settlement was nearby.  Andrus had the helmet zoom in, checking the population of the town.

When he saw several humans standing guard with spears and armor seeming that of Terra’s ancient times, he sighed in relief.

It seemed that this planet was run by Human forces, albeit it seemed like they hadn’t had contact with the Imperium of Man in a very long time if they were still using such primitive weapons.

He stepped out of the trees and walked towards the guards outside.

(Guard) “Halt! Who....goes...?”

Andrus was used to people’s reactions at this point. He stood at around 9 feet, so he easily towered most people. Most of the subjects of the Imperium revered Space Marines as if they were some sort of deity.

A God walking amongst mortals, is what some would say.

Regardless, he had to make this quick. The mission was completed and it needed to be reported as such.

(Andrus) “His greetings upon you, subject of the Imperium. I need to get in contact with my superiors. Who is in charge around here.”

(Guard 2) “Uh...Who are you?”

(Andrus) “I am Andrus, an Astartes of the Emperor of Mankind. An angel of death.”

(Guards) “...”

(Andrus) “...A Space Marine.”

(Guard) “Buddy, what the hell’s a space marine?”

Although he had his helmet on, he was shocked at their reaction. At first sight, most people knew what he was. These guards however looked like as if they could care less of what he was.

Slowly realizing this, Andrus put his hands near his boltgun.

(Andrus) “You are subjects of the Imperium of Man, are you not?”

(Guard) “We’re part of Remiere village pal. And what’s with the getup? You from the army or something?”

Clearly, something was wrong. They did not know who their own rulers were, yet...

(Andrus) “I apologize, I must have mistaken this place as something else. Is the town open?”

(Guard) “Sure but, I think people’ll stare at ya like a freak. Not everyday we get someone as huge as you.”

Andrus nodded and was about to make his way into town before he heard a voice behind him.

(Girl’s voice) “E-Excuse us!”

He turned around and his helmet outlined three people coming towards him.

Two boys and a girl, seemed like teenagers.

They stopped when they saw him, completely forgetting what they were about to say.

(Boy in yellow) “Holy crap! Uh, sorry to bother you sirs but could you help?”

(Boy in blue) “There are bandits after us!”

(Girl in red) “We are sure our school can pay you whatever compensation you require, but please!”

Andrus looked at the three and the clothes they were wearing.

They were students of some fancy academy it seemed, and it didn’t seem like this place was under Chaos corruption as he suspected.

Whatever the case, now wasn’t the time to gawk. These children were under attack, so the questions would come later.

(Andrus) “Fear not. I will help you for no charge, guards I recommend sealing the gate to the towns. You kids go in as well-”

(Girl in red) “That is not necessary. We can hold our ground as well.”

(Boy in yellow) “Yeah, all we needed was a bit of help. Name’s Claude by the way! That’s Dimitri and Edelgard.”

Andrus nodded, and took out his boltgun.

(Andrus) “I am Andrus. Now, where are these bandits?”

An arrow zoomed by and hit the wall behind Andrus, and saw several bandits were coming from the forest, armed with axes and knives.

Andrus held his boltgun in one hand and took out the chainsword in another.

(Andrus) “Make them pay for this assault! CHARGE!”

Andrus took off running towards the first wave of bandits and began to lay waste.

With a crack of his boltgun, the upper half of a bandit exploded into red paste, and forced the chainsword into the hips of another bandit, cutting through him like a hot knife.

Andrus was expecting these bandits to begin firing any kind of conventional weapons like Bolt pistols, autoguns or lasguns. If any were even present this battle, it was not revealed yet.

Deciding not to waste precious ammunition, Andrus holstered back his boltgun and continued to use his chainsword.

A bandit tried to charge him and slammed the axe into his power armor, it scraping off and not even making a scratch.

Andrus grabbed the bandit’s head, lifting him up into the air and digging his chainsword straight through his chest.

Several arrows flew and deflected off his helmets, making barely a sound as it fell to the ground.

He looked at the bandits trying to attack him with more arrows, but one of them was hit by an arrow, alerting the whole group.

Dimitri and Edelgard rushed in and cut down the rest before they could run.

(Andrus) “Hmph, not bad fighters.”

Andrus lifted the chainsword upwards, splitting the bandit’s head cleanly in two as he shook off the blood and continued to charge.

The ones who were still brave enough attempted to gut him, with their swords completely snapping upon contact with his power armor.

Andrus used his free hand to punch one of them, but the force he was using seemed to be too much, as his head flew off and the body crumpled.

Another bandit was kicked towards the ground, and he slammed his heel onto his chest, making his limbs fly off everywhere as he exploded from the sheer force.

(Bandit) “What the hell is he?!”

(Bandit 2) “N-No way in hell I’m fighting that!”

Bandits near Andrus began running out of fear, seeing what he did to their friends.

He turned his head to several more bandits in the distance, looking straight at them. Andrus was trying to scan what weapons, but apparenly his gaze alone was enough to make them flee in terror. 

(Bandit Leader) “Hey, why are you all running?!”

Andrus turned to the bandit leader and raised his chainsword once more.

The leader flinched, not expecting to see a massive man covered in his men’s blood.

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude stood behind him, weapons ready.

He smiled to himself as he started revving his weapon.

(Andrus) “Come, show us what passes as fury among your misbegotten kind!”

The bandit leader dropped his weapon and immediately fled with the others.

Andrus grunted, not feeling entirely satisfied that they weren’t all dead at his hands.

Oh well, the kids were safe enough so he supposed that was good for now.

He turned to face the kids and nodded.

(Andrus) “None of you are injured?”

(Dimitri) “No sir. That was incredible what you did!”

(Claude) “Aaaaand terrifying. Don’t forget that.”

(Edelgard) “S-Sorry about that comment. You have our thanks for helping us.”

(Andrus) “Of course.”

(Alois) “Don’t worry kids! The knights of Seiros are...Hey, they’re getting away! After them!”

Several knights chased after the bandits as their captain made his way over to the group.

(Alois) “Thank the goddess you’re alri-IIIIIIGHT...AHEM! Greetings sir...?”

(Andrus) “Andrus. You are part of their academy, I presume?”

(Alois) “Nice to meet you, Andrus! And um, yes, we’re their chaperones if you will. Though it seems their old professor is nowhere to be found. He must’ve ran, the coward!”

It seemed like he was a little nervous as happy as he sounded, so Andrus decided it would be best to remove his helmet to show that there was a human, and not a monster under the suit.

(Andrus) “Leaving children of the Emperor at the mercy of vagabonds is unforgivable in His eyes.”

(Edelgard) “Oh, actually I am the only one from the Empire.”

(Claude) “Yeah, she’s the princess, though she doesn’t look like it.”

(Edelgard) “Hmph. I could say the same of you, Claude. You don’t exactly look like a future leader of the Leicester Alliance yourself.”

(Dimitri) “Both of you are acting like children. You must be confusing Andrus.”

To say that they were confusing him would be a grand understatement. He had no idea what in the hell was going on.

(Alois) “Now now, regroup with the rest of your class before anything else happens. And Andrus, would you like to come along? You don’t seem to be doing anything, and we would be happy to compensate you.”

Andrus turned to Alois and stood for a moment.

He was in a completely foreign land, with technology that seems to have degraded in the most severe way, with people who did not even know what the Imperium of Man was.

Cut off from his superiors and most likely anything he knew from the Milky Way galaxy, he had no choice.

(Andrus) “I will comply. Let us go, then.”