8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon.
Warning : Language
Word Count : 2,434
Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.
“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.
“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”
You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.
“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.
“Nah, just water.”
Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.
You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.
“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.
For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.
“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”
You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.
“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”
“The asshole.” He cut you off.
“Woah, language.” You teased.
He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”
“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”
“So?” He drawled out.
You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.
“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.
(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)
“Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”
That had been Jack’s first mistake.
It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.
However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.
He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.
There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”
Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.
Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.
Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.
“Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.
There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.
Hey! If you're still taking prompts, could you write about neil and Andrew having a conversation about Neil's past? Like the stuff he had to do to survive and the stuff he went through with the worlds shittiest parents? Also I'm pretty sure neil has killed people like it makes complete sense so maybe andreil talking about that?
There’s a band of pale blue light nipping at the tops of the trees and sharpening the silhouettes of the houses, but everything else is fresh and dark. Andrew smokes with the pack clenched in his fist, the cherry of the cigarette winking at the street lamps winking at the orange moon.
Their front porch isn’t like the rush of the rooftop, but he can get that same jitter of fear from Neil nowadays, and he’s more portable. He’d left him knotted in the bedsheets an hour ago, and knowing he’s inside somewhere at his back is burning him up. Andrew inhales and focuses on the exhale, the way the smoke still tries to hurt him when it should’ve given up. He likes that nicotine doesn’t leave him alone.
Neil slips out the front door and lets the screen door clatter, and Andrew knows that he’s upset before he sits down two steps below Andrew, holding his own head.
He doesn’t ask; just smokes fervently. The moon bobs its head sympathetically, wind catches the smoke and breaks it over Neil’s head like water on rocks.
It occurs to Andrew that Neil isn’t going to start this conversation, because he likes to think things through on his own, solve them wrong, and tell Andrew about his mistakes later. He’s insufferably convinced of his own problem-solving abilities, then obsessed with the mechanism of his own missteps.
“What?” Andrew asks impatiently. He flicks ash from his cigarette and holds it out in front of Neil’s face. Neil sidles through his own tangled thinking for long enough to glance up. He leans forward and sucks the smoke from between Andrew’s fingers.
When he looks away, gusting smoke from his open mouth, he says, “Matt called. We fought.”
“You fought,” Andrew guesses.
Neil looks agitated, blue in the choked light, eyes black and furious. “He was being unfair. He keeps trying to tell me what’s right or wrong lately, because he thinks I’ve been— been deprived, like my experiences were outside of humanity, or morality, and it’s so— condescending.”
“You’re only realizing this now? All of the foxes are condescending. It is the only way they can avoid their own failure.”
“This was different,” Neil says, shaking his head. “I can tell when they’re saying things because they want to see my reaction, and this wasn’t that. He meant what he was saying.”
“And what was that?”
Neil goes gagged silent. He shifts backwards up to Andrew’s stair without looking at him, settling into the groove worn into the wood.
“That killing someone makes you a monster. That murder is the worst thing you can do to a person.”
Anon requests:can I request a
Jughead Jones imagine where the reader moved from Riverdale a few years ago and
comes back while the Jason Blossom death mystery (she knows what happened and
all even Ms. Grundy) she and Jughead had a past together (like Jughead and
Archie liked her and they were bffs but she liked Jug more) and they still love
each other and Jughead sees her at school and it hits him that she’s back but
he’s dating Betty and Archie still likes her and it pisses off Jug. The
ending’s up to you :)
Could you do a Jughead x
reader based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran??
x Betty, Archie x Reader, Jughead x Reader
old childhood crush returns, and of course, drama ensues.
Word count: 2,208
A/N: wow okay so I
totally strayed from the prompts but I’m hoping you like it anyway?? Anyhow,
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Jughead stood in the school hallway by Betty’s locker, talking and
laughing with her. His eyes almost
missed a figure walking past him, but at the last second his gaze flickered to
a girl striding down the hallway. He did
a double take as he realized who it was.
“(Y/N)?” he muttered under his breath, interrupting his
conversation with Betty.
“What?” Betty asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl who
just passed by. “(Y/N)? Didn’t she used to live around here or
“Yeah,” he answered, breathless.
“Yeah, but then she moved.”
“Well, I guess she’s back,” Betty replied, then steered the
conversation back to their previous topic.
Jughead nodded and responded to everything Betty said, but he couldn’t
help but let his mind wander to the girl who returned to Riverdale.
Jughead was not the only member of (Y/N)’s childhood to be shaken
by her return; Archie spotted her roaming the hallways later that day. His heartbeat started to quicken as the
feelings for his childhood crush rushed back to him.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, following her down the hallway. She turned around at the call of her name,
and when she noticed Archie, she broke out into a grin.
“Archie!” she exclaimed, walking towards him. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” he answered, and they soon fell in step as they began
to walk in the same direction. “How are
“I’m great,” she beamed.
“So you’re back,” he noted, a smile never leaving his face. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.
“I am,” she replied. “Just
moved back a few days ago, actually.”
The conversation lulled for a moment, neither (Y/N) or Archie knowing
what to say. “So how’s Jughead?” she
asked, breaking the silence.
“Really?” she questioned, painting a smile on her face. “Who?”
“Do you remember Betty Cooper?” Archie asked, and (Y/N) nodded. “He’s dating her.”
“Oh wow,” (Y/N) fake laughed.
“Honestly, I always thought she had a thing for you.”
“She did,” Archie shrugged, “but I didn’t feel the same. She moved on to Jughead, I guess.” The pair fell into a moment of silence again
before the ringing of the school bell broke it.
“Well, I have to get to biology,” (Y/N) said, moving away from
Archie. Before she got too far, Archie
called out after her.
“Hey, do you wanna catch up sometime? Like maybe meet at Pop’s tonight?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled. “Yeah,
I’d like that.”
That night, when (Y/N) entered Pop’s, the first face she saw was
not Archie. Rather, it was Jughead, who
she had not yet seen since she moved back.
Scanning the diner to make sure Archie wasn’t waiting for her, (Y/N)
walked towards Jughead’s booth.
“Jughead, hey,” she greeted as she approached his table. He glanced up from his laptop to see (Y/N)
standing over him.
“(Y/N),” he said with wide eyes.
He slowly closed his laptop lid, then gestured for her to sit. “You’re back.”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I am.” Before
Jughead could say anything else, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a new
customer had entered. It was
Archie. “Well,” (Y/N) said, standing up,
“that’s my cue to leave. See you around,
Jug.” Jughead tensed at the use of his old
nickname, and he watched as (Y/N) walked over to Archie and sat across from him
in a booth. He felt his blood boil every
time she laughed at something he said.
Constantly, he reminded himself there was nothing to be jealous of, he
had a girlfriend. Somehow, that only
made his longing for (Y/N) worse.
we were just kids when we fell in love
knowing what it was
Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N) were in third grade. It was a hot summer day, filled with sticky
popsicle hands, grass tickling the bottom of bare feet, and a bright sun
radiating an immense amount of heat. The
children were running around in (Y/N)’s backyard with not a care in the
world. Suddenly, (Y/N) tripped and
scraped her knee. She cried out in pain,
causing the boys to turn around in shock.
“(Y/N)!” Jughead exclaimed, both him and Archie running over to
“Are you okay?” Archie asked, examining her knee.
“I’m fine,” she pushed both boys away. “It’s just a scrape.” This didn’t relieve the concerned looks from
either of the boys’ faces, and (Y/N), looking directly at Jughead, repeated
that she was fine. Jughead reached out a
hand and helped her up.
None of the children knew it at the time, but one day Jughead and (Y/N)
would reflect on this day and realize that at this moment, something in their
relationship changed. There was a shift
from friendship to love, and it all started on the day where (Y/N) scraped her
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is
all I own
your eyes you’re holding mine
Archie asked (Y/N) to Pop’s again.
And again. And again. On the fifth visit, Archie confessed his
feelings for (Y/N) and asked if they could call these trips to Pop’s dates. (Y/N), although deep down she knew her heart
belonged to someone else, agreed.
Neither of them payed any attention to the slamming of the door at the
front. Jughead had stormed out after
hearing the exchange.
“We should have a double date,” Archie suggested to Jughead one
day during school. Jughead rolled his
eyes, slamming his locker shut.
“Why?” he questioned and began strolling down the hallway. Archie followed.
“Because I think it’d be fun,” he answered, oblivious to Jughead’s
jealousy. “I mean we were both super
close with (Y/N) when we were younger, and it’s not like her and Betty are
strangers. I think it’d be fun.” He walked off, leaving Jughead alone to his
Jughead weighed the pros and cons of going on this double
date. On the one hand, maybe having
Betty and (Y/N) together in the same room as him might help set himself
straight. He was sick of feeling guilty
every time he was around Betty. But on
the other hand, he was afraid of seeing (Y/N) with Archie. Sure, he saw them together at Pop’s all the
time, but if both of them were sitting in front of him, he would not be able to
look away. He’d be forced to watch as
Archie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), and he’d have to see her laughing at all
his jokes. And the worse part would be
that as he sat next to Betty, the only thing he’d be thinking about is how he
wished to be in Archie’s place.
Finally, Jughead made up his mind and texted Archie his answer:
Yes. Let’s do the double
The night of the double date arrived, and Jughead was
second-guessing his decision. Maybe this
was a bad idea. Or maybe it’ll be
fine. No, this was an awful idea.
They didn’t do anything fancy for the double date; all four of
them agreed that Pop’s was the best place to go. When Jughead arrived at the diner, the only
other person there was (Y/N). He
approached the booth and slid into it across from her.
“Hey,” he greeted. She
“Hey, Jug,” she responded.
Neither of them said anything else, both of them caught up in their own
whirlwind of thoughts. This is how it
should be. This is how they should be.
“This was a mistake,” Jughead finally said, breaking the
tension. He stood up and began to exit.
“What are you doing?” (Y/N) called out after him. He stopped and spun on his heel, but he didn’t
come back to the table.
“Leaving, (Y/N), I’m leaving,” he answered, his voice sharp. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“I know that, dumbass, I mean why?”
“Because I can’t do this,” he threw his hands up in the air in
frustration. “I can’t sit across from
you and watch you be happy with someone else.”
Neither (Y/N) or Jughead noticed that Betty and Archie had just entered
“Why? You can’t be happy
for me?” (Y/N) demanded, stepping a tiny bit closer to Jughead. He shook his head.
“No, I can’t,” he replied. “Not
when you’re happy with someone else.”
“Then who do you want me to be happy with?”
“With me, goddammit!” he shouted.
“With you?” she repeated, quieter.
Jughead buried his face in his hands.
“Jesus,” he mumbled into his skin, “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well since you did,” (Y/N) took a couple more steps closer to
Jughead, “why don’t you explain yourself?”
“I’m in love with you, okay?” he shouted, throwing arms up. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I have been in love with you since the third
grade, and then you fucking left. So I
started dating Betty because I thought she made me happy, and dammit she does
make me happy. But then you came back,
you just had to come back. Now Betty, poor Betty, she doesn’t have a
clue. I still love you, (Y/N), but now
you’re dating Archie and this is just a big pile of shit.” (Y/N) stood there motionless, unable to move.
“Since the third grade?” she asked, her voice barely above a
whisper. Jughead nodded.
“Jughead,” Betty finally gained the courage to speak. Her voice caught the attention of both
Jughead and (Y/N), causing their focus to snap over to the blonde and the
ginger standing in the entrance.
“How much of that did you hear?” Jughead groaned. Betty smiled sadly.
“All of it.”
“You must hate me,” he said, and Betty shook her head.
“No, Juggie, I don’t hate you.
But I do think you should’ve told me how you felt.” She walked up to him, kissed him on the
cheek, and then slowly walked backwards.
“I’m not going to keep you from the girl you love.” She sent him one more sad smile before
exiting the diner, leaving Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N).
“Jughead,” Archie started, but Jughead held up his hand to stop
“No, Archie, this isn’t about me,” Jughead said. “It’s about (Y/N).” Both of the boys turned to face (Y/N), and she
couldn’t help but recall that time when she scraped her knee. That time where both of the boys showed
concern for her, but she only appreciated it from one of them.
“(Y/N)?” Archie questioned.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to… you know.” She looked at him sadly.
“Archie,” she began, “I love you.
I truly, truly do.” Jughead
deflated at this, and he was about to exit the diner when (Y/N) continued. “But I can’t lead you on like this. You’ve been one of my best friends since we
were little, and I don’t want anything to ruin that.” She didn’t have to say anything else, because
Archie nodded in understanding. He
hugged (Y/N) tight, and they stood embracing each other in the diner, Jughead
watching. They pulled apart and Archie
nodded at Jughead before he, too, left the diner.
Jughead and (Y/N) stood facing each other in the oddly vacant
“So…” (Y/N) drawled. “You
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered
underneath my breath
heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Neither of them had any idea of what to say, so they agreed to go
home and meet up again tomorrow. Both (Y/N)
and Jughead stayed awake the whole night, wondering what they were going to say
to the other the next day.
That fateful day arrived, and (Y/N) walked into Pop’s, immediately
spotting Jughead sitting in a booth. She
approached the booth, and as she neared it, Jughead looked up at the sound of
her footsteps. He smiled.
“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess today,” she laughed, gesturing to her disheveled
state. She was wearing a baggy
sweatshirt and a pair of leggings with a small hole in them, and her hair
was falling out of its ponytail.
“You look perfect,” he whispered, not intending for her to hear
it. However, he realized he said it too
loud when he saw her smile. She sat down
across from him.
“So you love me,” she repeated what he had said yesterday, and
“I do,” he replied. (Y/N)
pursed her lips for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed.
“I love you, too,” she finally said, barely above a whisper.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll
share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my
summary : You are friend with Betty and Veronica and they invited you to this party so of course you say yes. you didn’t know you’d end up playing seven minutes in heaven and be stuck in there with someone you hate; Jughead Jones.
Betty and you had been best friends since you were babies. You were lucky enough to occupy the house right next to hers so you spent countless hours with each other growing up. When Veronica came to Riverdale, the two of you welcomed her with open arms. Of course when Veronica and Betty were fighting you took a neutral stance, or as neutral as you possibly could. You were happy to know when they made up, at least for the most part. Veronica was even throwing some party to finalize it; which is a bit weird but you were just going with it; who could say no to a good party?
Could you write some more supercorp? Just any supercorp? :) how about a jealousy fic where either kara or lena are jealous? And we could throw in some - I wasn't sure if you were going to assassinate me but I'm glad you didn't because I fell in love with you anyway... I'm really bad at this, sorry :D. I would be happy about any story if you have the time :) :) You are amazing, just like in general. I love your writing, delicately crafted and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!
“what on earth is this? and it must be from earth because this, this in front of me?” kara wiggles her finger slightly, somehow encompassing the entirety of the scene in front of her. “this is some earth bull crud.”
“don’t change the topic, lena! what is going on here?”
lena narrows her eyes for a moment, before a small annoyingly smug smile crosses her lips. her really nice lips. kara has to focus on something else. not her lips.
“supergirl, are you jealous?”
“you’re jealous i got rescued by the guardian.”
“NO.” kara crosses her arms. to prove it, she turns to james and smiles. “thanks for rescuing her by the way, ja- guardian.” the guardian sets lena carefully on the ground and makes a very purposeful thumbs up before taking off around the corner. kara watches through the wall as he jumps into a van and takes off his helmet. if he’s going to be any kind of hero, kara should probably give him some lessons on disguises. sure she has some issues with secrets but at least she waits until she’s hidden before putting on her kara disguise.
“i can take you home, if you want,” kara offers. she doesn’t look right at lena because for some reason her insides are all twisty and uncomfortable. “or to the office.”
“supergirl…” kara folds her arms over her chest. lena sighs. “my office. please.”
normally, she would take her time flying lena anywhere. she likes to show her the city and let lena enjoy flying. today, she just wants to leave.
“is everything okay?” lena asks, and she steps in front of her mirror to pat down her hair. “supergirl?” she calls.
kara can still hear her, and the slight trace of hurt, even from several blocks away.
“hi kara, it’s lena. i was just wondering if we were still on for dinner tonight. there’s this new restaurant-”
kara presses the off button on the recording grumpily as she paces her living room. she is supposed to meet lena in, she checks her watch, seven minutes and she’s still not sure whether she’s going to go. she has no good reason not to except that her stomach still feels….weird.
people use that as an excuse all the time though, and it makes her stomach feel worse but she types out a message to lena and sends it.
-be there in five, comes lena’s reply and kara stares down at her phone with slowly dawning horror.
lena is coming to her home, where she is in fact not sick or ill or barely clinging to life as she may have implied in her message.
“i see you meant to join me tonight after all,” she says sweetly from the front door which, yeah, alex may be right in saying she should start locking that. “nice dress.”
“oh, uh, thank you.” kara glances down at the dress and flushes. it was the seventh one she had tried on, she’d been as nervous about this as she had with adam or james or- oh no.
“you don’t look sick,” lena says. “if you wanted to stay in tonight that’s all you had to say.”
“unless you didn’t want to hang out at all.” lena rolls her eyes to the ceiling, shakes her head. “i’m sorry, how foolish of me. i’ll go-”
“no, no stay.” kara zips to the door, blocks it with her body. “you can stay.” she thinks she’s misreading the way lena is staring at her: a little bit amazed, a little bit in awe, and smug. mostly smug. which makes very little sense but lena makes everything senseless. or she makes kara senseless. kara doesn’t know which, because she doesn’t have the sense to figure it out.
“thank you. you can stop blocking the way, i know when i’m beaten,” lena says, and she places her handbag on the bench. “shall we order in?”
“yes. but no seafood, right?”
“that’s right.” lena looks surprised. “i’m allergic, how did you know?”
kara frowns. “you mentioned it last time we went out.”
“well now i know if i see any around that it’s no honest mistake but an assassination attempt.”
“why would i try to assassinate you?”
“who needs a reason?” lena laughs. “are you sure you’re feeling up to this? you don’t look very well.”
“i’m fine,” kara tells her. “are you alright? i heard you got saved by the guardian.”
“yeah.” she shrugs. seems to glance sideways to kara but why she would do that kara has no idea. “he was alright but supergirl catches me far more neatly. i have a bruise.”
“it’s alright, I’ll just make sure to never get into trouble without supergirl in the future.”
“good idea.” kara nods, the knot in her stomach dissolving. “good. yeah. she’s great, you do that.”
86: “Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” (I combined this with a prompt from foxpaws10 from ages ago based on this post, and I kind of warped both of your prompts i hope this is still okaaay basically it’s doctor andrew and that’s all u need to know)
His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.
Andrew chose surgery almost entirely for the distance of it, the sterility of a room with a slab of meat, a tray of knives, and a sickness he can actually cut out.
He’s a doctor because he can be, and patients sometimes like that he doesn’t speak a word to them, like silence equals genius.
He likes that there are some patients that come into the ER unconscious and leave the OR unconscious, and all he has is a problem and a ticking clock. He always solves the problem. He thinks maybe it’s because he is one.
The sinking ship of his Sunday in the emergency room goes from slippery to debilitating with one patient.
Two showy ER doctors with their lab coats off and their sleeves rolled up go into the private room they’ve cordoned off, and they both come out looking pinched in the face with their stethoscopes clenched in their fists.
“He’s a fucking disaster,” one of them says, leaning up against the information desk with his eyes still pulling back to the closed door of the room.
“I know. I thought, I dunno. That the news was exaggerating.”
Andrew tilts his head and listens without making any move to leave his post, filling out inane charts as illegibly as he can.
One of the residents chances a look at him and Andrew makes a point of catching him. The guy startles, then juts his chin.
“Maybe you’ll get along with him, Minyard. He’s as crazy as you.”
“You’ve mistaken the hospital for a playground,” Andrew says mildly. “Give me his chart.”
He looks at his friend, mouth slack, and then the one holding the chart holds it out like a dirty rag.
“He’s Boston’s starting striker,” he stage whispers. Andrew takes the clipboard and ignores him, scanning the details. “We’re not supposed to let any patients know.”
“That Neil Josten is causing a scene ten feet away from them?” he says, and the men titter uncomfortably. “Why should he get the luxury of privacy?”
“How did you—“
“The news is available to everyone, Bryant, you fuck.” He rounds the desk and makes for the closed and shuttered room, dropping the chart in the receptacle outside.
“He shouldn’t be allowed to practice,” someone says behind him, and then someone else, softer, scornful: “surgeons”.
Andrew wrings the door knob and finds himself abruptly face to face with the singular most swollen person he’s ever seen. He’s obviously bolting for it, his gown gaping at the neck and someone’s stolen shoes jammed on. Andrew scans the defiant face, the shock of red hair, the near invisible trail of blood from an incorrectly removed IV.
Andrew watches Neil Josten— and it is him, one of the handful of strikers on Boston’s team and certainly the most newsworthy — size him up. His eyes run the same circuit Andrew’s would if he were looking to fight his way out: door, threat, surreptitiously behind him for a weapon, back again.
“I’ll drug you,” Andrew says simply. Neil’s good eye, the one that isn’t purpling, goes narrow.
summary: Your father is sick and in need of medicine. Gaston instantly falls for your looks, and instead of turning him down, you see a way to help your father. Things don’t go as planned.
warning: slight OOC
a/n: Yep. I’ve fallen for the beauty that is the live action Gaston, portrayed by the even more gorgeous Luke Evans. Gotta thank the encouragement from my post. And @marvelavengings for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also, can anyone find the Spongebob reference? A gift may ensue. I could’ve written more but I got tired it’s nearly midnight so be easy on me…hope you guys like it.
just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!
“You want me to do what?”
Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.
“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.
“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”
Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.
Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”
He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”
Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”
Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”
“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.
“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”
Waking up the morning of your birthday, you tried to keep your nerves in check. You expected pancakes and coffee in the least, but nothing too fancy. Instead, you found a quiet flat thanks to a very still asleep Harry. You didn’t blame him for that though, considering you had a pretty early class anyway. Who would want to get up at 6:30am willingly?
So you made your own coffee and dressed for school. You wouldn’t be on campus much today anyway, but more in the courthouse. Your professor was working a case, a very high profile case, and you had been asked to be his consulting student. You were very excited about it, but due to the nature of the case and the amount of thugs you were sure you’d encounter, you’d yet to tell Harry about it. He could get protective of this kind of thing, and you didn’t want to have to worry about his feelings and the case at the same time.
Harry was still asleep when you left, smoothing out your dress as you heels clicked down the hall on the way to the elevator. You’d get a ‘Happy Birthday’ text, you were sure. That at the very least.
Summary: Dean considers himself a laid back guy, but he can get pretty damn possessive when it comes to anyone else hitting on his boyfriend. A diner and a flirty waitress compel Dean to show everyone who Castiel belongs to.
Dean Winchester was by no means a possessive man. Of course, it was no secret he’d been with quite a few partners, and he’d never had problems with any of them flirting with other people. Hell, he’d even been in a few open relationships, and found them downright liberating.
But this…this was Cas. And though it was impossible to articulate why, that simple fact made it a different manner entirely.
Dean watched as the buxom, blond waitress buzzed around his oblivious boyfriend like a honeybee, voice sickly sweet and thick with Southern accent.
In the past, Dean might have been jealous that she wasn’t flirting with him instead, but he couldn’t blame her for digging Cas: he knew from experience that there was some serious seductive power in those puppydog eyes.
No, Dean didn’t care that sometimes the ladies favored Cas. He just wanted them to get the hell away from his boyfriend.
“Alright, folks, lemme get this straight,” said the woman, finally straightening up. Becky, her name tag read. Of course it was Becky: it seemed to Dean that all irksome blond women in this world were named Becky. “So nachos and milkshake and a large caeser salad for the boys here, and a triple cheeseburger for you, sugar?”
Cas nodded, evidently oblivious. “Yes, please.”
“And steak with mushrooms,” added Mary. “Bloody.”
“You got it, ma’am,” said Becky, not appearing to notice the venom in Mary’s tone: she was, it would appear, just as possessive as Dean was when it came to her angelic in-law. “You’re orders should be comin’ right up before you can say Jack Robinson!”
Dean glowered after Becky as the woman bounced away, the curly blond locks he sourly presumed to be hair extensions jiggling with every step. He was just glad he was finally out with his family, so that he no longer had to hide this specific brand of loathing.
Peripherally, he was aware of Sam’s awkward attempts to initiate small-talk, to which he responded with unintelligible grunting noises. It was soon clear to everyone involved that Dean was in no mood for idle chitchat.
Soon, Becky returned with their orders, still oblivious to Dean giving her the stink eye. It was all he could do not to flip over the table in a fit of rage when she bent over to put Cas’s burgers in front of him, putting her cleavage directly in his face.
Sam watched his brother in concern as he sulkily watched her leave.
“WHAT,” Dean demanded, mouth full of nachos.
“I think you should talk to Cas, man,” Sam suggested discretely.
Cas, eyebrows rumpled, watched the scene in confusion.
“What? What for?” Dean scoffed, a stray chunk of tortilla chip flying from his mouth and landing on the table cloth. Dignity, it would seem, was not his virtue today.
“We came here to relax, in case you’ve forgotten,” said Mary pointedly. “And I don’t like to say it, sweetheart, but you’re souring the mood a little.”
Dean huffed. “Well, you’re one to talk, Bloody Mary.”
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Look, Dean. I know you’ve been doing this for most of your relationship with Cas, but not everything can be solved with weirdly expressive staring contests.”
Well, that was just rude.
“Go talk to your boyfriend, Dean,” Sam reiterated. “Tell him what’s bothering you. Consistency and communication, right?”
Dean looked beleaguerdly to the duo flanking him, and sighed in capitulation. “Maybe…maybe you’re right.”
Ignoring Sam and Mary’s gentle encouragements, he looked to Cas, who seemed to have given up on trying to follow along with the conversation and was now occupying himself with his burgers.
Dean cleared his throat. “Hey, uh, Cas, buddy. You wanna come to the bathroom with me for a sec?”
Cas looked confused. “You know I don’t require that kind of bodily function, Dean.”
“Yeah, no. Not what I meant,” Dean sighed, ignoring Sam and Mary’s stifled snickers. “What I meant was…do you wanna maybe go somewhere a little more, y’know. Private?”
Cas squinted, then leaned in conspiratorially. “Is this regarding intercourse?” he whispered sagely.
“NO!” Dean barked, ears getting hot. A few people at the surrounding tables looked up, and Dean lowered his voice. “No. Just…come with me to the bathroom, alright? I wanna talk to you.”
In the past, Dean might have worried how it would look to be walking to a very small, one-room restroom with another man. Now it barely crossed his mind.
Cas watched Dean, puzzled, as he locked the door behind him.
Then, he sighed, turned to face Cas and tried (failed) to get his thoughts together.
“That is a variation of my name, yes,” Cas deadpanned.
Dean gave him a look. “Cas, y’know…I’m not a possessive sort of guy, right?”
“I know nothing of the kind, Dean. You were a demon, after all.”
Dean’s eyelids fluttered. Here he was, actually trying to have a serious conversation for once in his life, and Cas had to go and turn into a goddamn comedian.
Seeming to sense his discomfort, Cas offered, “I noticed you sometimes use humor to diffuse tense situations.”
“Yeah, well, I appreciate the effort, Cas,” Dean sighed, wisely deciding not to add but it’s not working. “Look, I don’t expect you to realize this, but that waitress out there…the way she was talking to you…”
“She was flirting with me,” Cas supplied. “I know.”
Dean blinked comprehensibly. “…You, uh. You do?”
Now, it was Cas’s time to give Dean a look. “I may still be new to the ways of mankind, Dean, but I’m not nearly so naive as you take me for.”
Dean huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re not, are you?”
“I also noticed it was bothering you immensely,” Cas stated. “Why is that, Dean?”
Dean stared at him, suddenly wishing he’d been more subtle. Then, he sighed, looking almost abashedly down at his boots.
“Look, Cas,” he reluctantly began. “I know I haven’t always treated you as good as I should have: when I said I didn’t care you were broken, when I kicked you outta the bunker, when I nearly killed you that time-”
“Dean, you know I-”
“You forgive me,” Dean concluded for him, almost bitterly. “I know. You said it before. But I don’t.”
Cas shakes his head, looking at Dean with such wide-eyed adoration it makes Dean sick. “Dean,” he murmured.
Dean sighed, looking pensively off into the distance. “And even before then, I was so damn mean to you, y’know? Calling you a sissy and a coward and a…”
“A baby in a trench coat?” Cas offered.
In spite of himself, Dean huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that too. Point is, you deserve better than me, Cas. And someday, selfish as it might be, I’m scared you’re gonna realize that. And then, uh…and then…” Dean bit his lip, unable to will himself to finish.
Cas seemed to read his mind. “I’ll never leave you, Dean.”
“No, Dean. You’ve said you’re piece, now you listen: you are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen in all my Father’s creation, and contrary to what you may think, I have seen many. I’ve loved you since I first saw your soul in hell, and perhaps even before. I’ve loved you since before I could identify the emotion of love at all, but I knew even then that being with you, holding you in my arms, fulfilled some primordial need I wasn’t aware I had. I love you, Dean,” Cas reiterated. “And even if I must leave you someday, I’ll always find you again.”
Dean’s eyes felt damp now. His mouth flopped open for a moment or two, searching vainly for something to say.
Then, next thing he knew, he was doing something different with his lips entirely, kissing Castiel’s furiously as he pressed him up against the tiled bathroom wall.
“Dean,” Cas groaned, his deepened voice going straight to Dean’s pants.
Cas evidently noticed the change, too, because he looked up at him slyly beneath half-lidded blue eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t about intercourse, Dean?”
Dean stared at him, then huffed out an incredulous laugh. “Buddy, you are not as innocent as everyone thinks you are.”
You could here a pin drop in the restaurant as the disheveled duo exited the bathroom, Dean grinning stupidly and stinking of sex, Cas’s cheeks still flushed pink and usual sex hair exacerbated.
Sam, Mary, and yes, Becky too, all gape at them, owl-eyed, as they approach the table. It was incredibly awkward, for everyone except Dean: he was still too bathed in afterglow to feel anything but smug about the situation.
Finally, it was Becky who broke the silence. “Um. You folks want desert?”
“Not for me, sweetheart,” Dean grinned, fingers laced possessively with Cas’s. “I just had myself a Sunshine Special.”
Of course, it’s a silly joke, one that only a few of those present will understand. And besides, what Cas had ordered at the other place was a sunrise special, but Dean looked so happy with the whole situation that Cas couldn’t bare to correct him.
After Becky bustled away, Sam leaned over, infamous bitchface firmly in place. “That is not what I meant when I said you guys should talk.”
Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”
Word Count: 5317
Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing
Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.
going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”
your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even
realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. You gave him
a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his
brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every
god damn time. “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to
where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the
scene in front of you.
“Just go and
bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders
comfortingly. He had watched you and his little brother dance around your
feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting
right sick of it. All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking
and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around,
it was beyond ridiculous. He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at
the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t,
your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with
benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and
working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you,
and he wasn’t okay with that.
block the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers
tightening around the base of your glass again. You knew that the situation you
had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack. You had waited so long
for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it
was non-exclusive. You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out
but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was
what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then
seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.
that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you
looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your
fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. “Come
on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go
get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all
about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh
slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards
you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. Conor had
been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent
a lot of time together. He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet
when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was
a good kisser. Somehow though, you knew it just would be right. Because every
single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just
couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.
you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently
chatting up some pretty blonde with double d’s who would plaster the news of
their hook up across twitter/Instagram/snapchat/etc tomorrow. You could never
take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly
gorgeous as he did tonight. It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and
that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on
your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.
You let out
a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots
each for the both of you. Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would
send you under the table, having been your university room mates poison of
choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was
the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour. “Conor,
really?” you whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll
be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as
you picked up the shot.
shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at
you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back
before slamming the glasses down on the bar. You grinned at him as you noticed
his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well
that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. You could already
feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. “Feel
better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand,
obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.
You let out
a small giggle as you nodded, wrapping
your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,”
you whispered to him, before holding out your hands, “Come on then!” you said
loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your
smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a
tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.
to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your
backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t
the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to
make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly
bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes. You never drank tequila when you went
out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on
earth would you down four shots with Conor? And why the hell were you letting
him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance
with when you went out was him, he was the only one who you let put their hands
looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your
frame that fantastically? He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried
focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up
here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked
at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. Her eyes were dull and
surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t
see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in
bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys.
Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red
like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.
He tried to
pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to
imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning
when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her
touching him like that. His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and
Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage
pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated
You had your
back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was
pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as
you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. Jack had no clue
what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, wasn’t
innocent. He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s
hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear
proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.
when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right
where Jack knew that special spot was,
the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. He was
ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he
could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the
two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because
you were his.
It was a
reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight,
as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take
long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right
off of his older brothers face. You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he
was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered
that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s
stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could
he even consider someone else?
squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on
your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. You could feel the warmth of
him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like
you always did. “Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as
you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find
that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you
turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that
you couldn’t quite decifer.
realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that
girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped
tightly around your lower waist, “Looked like you two were really hitting it
off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand
tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his
shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.
chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is
someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath
washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him.
You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before
pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. He pulled back to gauge your
reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite
the deep and dark blush on your face.
He brushed his
lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your
skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin,
dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using
his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. He smirked
against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the
special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.
breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last
time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive,
that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. You were riling him up
and you knew it, for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you
were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. You let out a squeak
when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed
together tightly as he growled into your ear.
pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that
shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot
and making you throw your head back, your nails digging into the exposed skin
of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him,
feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.
a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you
breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the
arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you
could feel pooling in between your legs. “So are you just gonna talk shit or
are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised
eyebrow. You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive
He let out a
low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he
kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt
in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a
bruising intensity. You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the
back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk
against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in
between your lips and deepening the kiss.
There was no
denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and
was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body. Right now you
weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the
rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your hip. The boy was
hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came
flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head
between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you
secret spots and was not shy about any of it.
pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with
pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up
at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. He
pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you
know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp
surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. Pulling back to see your reaction,
he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand
latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of
the sweltering hot club.
grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out
of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped
against the seat on one side. “What in the hell has gotten into you?” you
demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at
him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his
physique. You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become
distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful
You let out
a squeak as he wrapped hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of
the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like
it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to
run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as
he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Didn’t
like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his
head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him
intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered,
his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.
mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.
You didn’t remember
how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so
fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it
with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. As soon as you crossed the threshold into
the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you
both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere
near the kitchen. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s
extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking
eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight
on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically
transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as
it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked. He simply shook his head at you before
pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he
settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.
He kissed a
line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged
them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. You collapsed onto your back as
he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties,
your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down,
placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the
other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.
teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you
softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever
heard in your life. He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding
your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you
open to him as he physically licked his lips, oh this boy was going to be the
absolute death of you.
your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making
his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. “Such
a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,”
he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you
were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.
you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry
U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your
mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking
against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.
You felt the
pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves,
sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of
pumping his finger in and out of you.
a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his
scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you
like shock waves. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate
to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you
in place as he added another finger into the mix.
fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his
hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping
his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot
every single time.
could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost
painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh
oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m
almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up. Jack curved
his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were
coming like a tidal wave. Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart
beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking,
pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.
managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on
returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight
jeans and crawling up towards you. You never got used to seeing him like this,
he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was
hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.
up over you, pushing your dress up your body and peeling it over your head as
he went, his mouth pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses as he went. You
didn’t object when he pulled your dress over your head, nor when he unclasped
your lace bra and latched his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over
it gently as his hand tended to the other one.
reached down between you, wrapping around his girth and beginning to pump him
up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his
face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never
said no to a hand job or blowjob. He chuckled against your skin as he brought your
hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up
to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled
softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned
down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and
sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him
forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around
your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one
smooth thrust. Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of
you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a
silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next
to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.
You dug your
nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as
he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on
your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth
against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging
into your thigh harshly.
so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your
neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before. He
let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing
him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his
thumb pressed against your clit again.
You let out
a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was
quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost
there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin
slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of
sweat as you bit your lip.
brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine
as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing
harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands
on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings
surging through you.
faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you
picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of
the edge with him. You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed
against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as
your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t long
until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your
own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as
he exploded inside of you.
collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined
juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh
as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. You rested your face
in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to
recollect yourself. You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your
nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.
heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just
then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so
as to let him get his bearings back. With that in mind, you crawled out of his
arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.
looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had
he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the
arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he
suddenly being so boyfriend?
remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your
favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see
him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack
Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.
you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your
legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you
dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in
my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but
leaned into his hand nonetheless.
lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you
tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity
getting the better of you.
“Why does it
matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had
been on it fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not
after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.
were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to
hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in
exasperation. Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for
as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring
to girls your age.
my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence,
“You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he
sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.
“All I would
have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one
who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your
hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m
easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?”
you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far
gone to stop it. Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate
and you couldn’t stop them.
To say you
were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.
He took a
deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked
at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to
you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite
your lip as his biceps tensed slightly. “You deserve the world, Y/N, you
deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding
You let out
a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you
for more than sex.
unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting
back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head
up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,”
you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the
only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any
different,” you giggled. “So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here,
but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him
in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that
He let out a
soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you
tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he
pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto
your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your
help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it
felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.
A/N: Man, oh man. I just can’t stay away from writing, can I? Well, at least majority of my holiday stuff’s packed. This is another fic inspired by a conversation with the lovely @chrisevans-imagines We have some very weird, but oddly inspiring conversations. Don’t we, Ava? 😂
You pushed your way through the crowd as you searched the overly packed party for your best friend, Chris, who had drunkenly called you ten times in the last hour; it was 2:19AM. He could count himself incredibly lucky that you were finishing up some paperwork at the hospital otherwise you would’ve killed him for interrupting your much needed beauty sleep. You’d been pulling quite a few late nights over the past week as you were about to take leave and go on your holiday, so things hadn’t been particularly easy on you. But you knew before you went into med-school that being a doctor wasn’t going to be easy, what you didn’t know was how much harder it was being a doctor who was best friends with Chris Evans; a man who had the equivalent energy of his puppy, Dodger. If you weren’t so in-love with him, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he put you through. But you were, so here you were at the party.
“Hello beautiful.” An arm hooked around your waist and pulled you into him; you groaned and pushed the drunken stranger off you. “Geez, lighten up!” He called after you as you disappeared further into the room. If you didn’t find Chris in the next five minutes, you were outta there.
“Hell yeah I’ll get it in!” You heard Chris’ voice and you followed it, chuckling when you found him by the ping pong table. “Don’t you worry, I'mma get it into that cup.” He bounced the ball off the table and balanced it on the back of his hand as he swallowed another gulp of his beer. “Watch me nail this th-” He spotted you and his smile tenfold. “Y/N, you came!” He downed his drink and tossed both ball and red solo cup aside before making his way to you, waving off the protests that came from the other players. “Sorry guys, I’m done. My girl’s here,” he draped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
“I’m not your girl, Evans.” You reminded him, but made no effort to push him away from you like you had with the other guy; you were very glad that the dim lights hid your deeply flushed cheeks. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t drink and drive, the last thing I need is to be called back in because someone got into a car accident.”
“Awww,” he cooed, squeezing you tightly against him. “Was someone worried about little old me?” You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. “Don’t be, my best friend’s a very good doctor. She’s very pretty too, like- she could be on Grey’s Anatomy.” He slurred then grinned when he heard you chuckle. “And that’s you,” he booped your nose, “I’m talking about you.”
“I know, and I’m talking about me too when I say I’ve had a very long night and I’m ready to go home.” He nodded with furrowed brows, really trying to process your words. “C'mon,” you wrapped an arm around his waist and directed him towards the exit, “you’re crashing at my place tonight. I’m not leaving you here when someone could literally tap beer out of you.”
“Yes!” He cheered. “I love your apartment, it smells like Christmas because of all the candles you have.” You hummed in acknowledgement at his drunk thoughts. “Hey, you know what’s really funny?” He didn’t wait for a response. “When I read your texts, I read it in an Australian accent because you’re from Australia. I do the same with Chris Hemsworth’s,” he told you then laughed to himself. “G'day mate,” he mimicked a tradition Australia greeting then laughed again.
“I’ve never once texted that to you, nor have I said that to you,” you chuckled. “And since when do I have an Australian accent? I’ve been living in America since I was eighteen, and you know I watch too much American television and too many Hollywood films to have an Australian accent.” The two of you found your way out of the party and into the much emptier parking lot where you car waited patiently. “But then again,” you glanced at him, “you are very wasted, so I won’t hold that against you.”
“Chuck a shrimp on the barbie,” he continued mocking the Australia accent and laughed when you did. “You’re right,” he returned to his normal accent as he pulled away from you, “you don’t sound like that.” He moved in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling like a love sick idiot which made your heart flutter despite knowing it didn’t mean what you wanted it to. “You sound perfect because you are perfect and I love you.”
“I love you too,” you responded with a chuckle, ignoring that ache in your heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d told you he loved you while he was drunk, in fact- he said it all the time when he was sober too. But it wasn’t the confession you longed for, it was just another platonic expression of affection that you shoved aside with your true feelings. “Let’s get you in bed, shall we?” You tried to pull your hands away only to have him tightened his grip.
“No,” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I love you,” he said again in a more serious tone that made you sigh. As much as you wanted to reciprocate that feeling and kiss him, you couldn’t take anything he said seriously when he was drunk. Even if you did believe that drunk minds spoke for a sober heart, it was Chris; he was your best friend and you couldn’t ruin that friendship over a drunken slur of the moment. “I want to be with you,” he told you and pulled his hands away to cup your face.
“Chris, no,” you turned away when he started to lean in, taking a small step back. “We’re not going to do this.” You frowned when he did. “You’re drunk, I don’t want-” you cut yourself off before you said more than you should. “Let’s just go home, okay?” You brushed past him and headed for you car, stopping when he called out.
“I’m sober enough to have this conversation!” He walked in front of you with a frown on his face. “I’ve been trying to tell you I love you since the moment I met you, Y/N. But you keep brushing me off, like you think I’m not worth your time.”
“Chris-” you couldn’t believe you made him feel that way.
“Am I not good enough for you?” He asked then asked again before you could get a word in, “are you holding out for another doctor?” You opened your mouth to speak only to get cut off again, “what is it, Y/N? Why won’t you give me a chance?!” He growled and you flinched. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head, his pretty blues glistened with tears. “I’m not an idiot- I can see the way you look at me, so why won’t you be with me?”
“Chris,” you sighed as you took his hand in yours. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, I honestly thought that you were fine with us just being friends.” He didn’t say anything, he just squeezed your hand ever so gently. “That’s why I didn’t say anything- that’s why I brushed you off. I figured you were joking, it’s not because I don’t think you’re worth my time.”
“Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He asked with a breathless chuckle. “From the moment we met- I’ve wanted to be with you. I was just so terrified I wasn’t good enough, that you wouldn’t want to be with an actor so- I took it slow, I started out by being your friend. But God,” he started to cry and your heart ached, “it hurt seeing you with other people. It sucked saying I love you when you didn’t know how much,” his hand tightened around yours. “I’ve wasted so much of my life not being your other half and I hate it, Y/N.”
“You are my other half, Chris,” you caressed his face with your other hand and brushed the tears rolling down his cheek. “I love you too. I’m so in-love with you that it’s ridiculous,” you told him and he smiled. “There is no one I’d rather see at the end of the day than you. You are my person, you are all I see when I look towards the future,” you assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I’m sorry-” He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, cutting you off in the best possible way.
“Wow,” you let out a breathless laugh when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Yeah,” he chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your sides, “I should’ve done that years ago.”
You both met when you were trainees, you were a newbie and really nervous cuz all of these people were so talented and there you were
Taeyong saw you all nervous and internally blushed at how pretty you were but kept a strong face and totally ignored you
He kept on sneaking glances at you though, when you weren’t paying attention but other times he would pretend you weren’t even there
You would sometimes get reprimanded by your coach or your trainers and he would want to fight them and protect you but he has to conceal dont feel because he doesn’t want any other distraction during his trainee life
But then he saw you getting closer to other trainee members, especially Yuta and became so jealous that he became really cold towards you, like lowkey bullied you
Like that one time you asked for the directions to the boys’ dorm (cuz u wanted to give yuta his vitamin water) and he told you to ‘find it yourself’ and shoulder bumped you
you almost fell
He felt really bad about it the whole day though and wanted to apologise but had too much of an ego to do so and he was still pissed that you were closer to Yuta than him
He didn’t know why but he was always agitated around you two and just wanted to push yuta away
Your debut was nearing and you were in the practice room working on your dance moves.You had improved a lot and everyone loved you. The only problem was Taeyong. He was so beautiful but so cold you almost shivered every time he was around. Yuta was friendly and out going but it was Taeyong you wanted to get close to
You felt down as you lost your balance on the cold wooden floor
“aisshhh how does he even have friends” you said to yourself while massaging your foot
“there are ice packs in the fridge you know” you heard a voice. Turning around you saw Taeyong standing against the door, his face make up free and glowing against the brilliant lights of the room
You stood up slowly but Taeyong was quick to react. “Stay” he said as he lunged towards the small refrigerator and pulled out an ice pack. He walked over to you and placed the cool material on your ankle
You stared at how beautiful his skin was and how ethereal he looked up close. He looked up into your eyes and you blinked. He was close, too close
“Thanks,” you stuttered, your breath held in. It felt as if you would implode
“You should be more careful,” he said. He looked so soft, so human. You wanted to touch his face and play with the glistening strands of his hair. How would anyone believe that this angelic boy was actually so cold and closed off
You both sat in silence, his hand still holding the ice pack over your foot. You inhaled deeply, wanting to escape this situation but wanting it never to end
“You know I-” you both started and he smiled to himself. “You can go first”
“No its ok” you smiled at him. He stopped to look at you for a while as his heart beat sped up
“I’m not doing anything this Saturday, do you want to join me for a coffee?” he asked. You nodded instantly which caused him to laugh. “So cute” he whispered to himself and you looked away, blushing
Taeyong seemed like a different person that day. Laughing at your jokes and smiling at you, he even held your hand when walking you to the dorms. You kissed his cheek as you left. He smiled like an idiot the rest of the night
Thats when it all began, Taeyong and you
Taeyong had never even imagined that you’d say yes when he asked you to be his girlfriend, upon asking “didn’t you like Yuta?” and hearing your loud “NO HE’S JUST A FRIEND” he almost cried with happiness and also at his idiocy that how stupid he had been
With Taeyong its endless messages and calls, he always so bored when you’re not around or when you’re too busy to reply and attend his calls
You both sneak out of your dorms to just walk together and eat together
His day gets a hundred times better when he has plans with you and annoys yuta by asking him what kind of sneakers suit him
“Taeyong they’re all white”
“But do you like the ones with the blue logo on them or should I get new ones with a darker blue logo”
Such a mom towards you tbh
Like when you weren’t wearing your coat he kept on nagging you to wear his or “should’ve worn a coat” “why don’t you take care of yourself”
Offers you his food and you’d be dying cuz you’ve eaten so much but he’s like “no eat”
Doesn’t appreciate it when you’re on a diet because that means you cant eat out with him
Sulks a lot when you don’t pay him enough attention
Like he’ll become to quiet and needy and attach himself to your arm and look at you with puppy dog eyes
“love me y/n”
loves hugging you, enjoys your warmth and your smell
loves the fact that your smaller than him and a lot softer
cooks for you a lot like you’ll just be at your dorm and he’ll show up with homemade food that his mom taught him
He wants to explore all kinds of food with you and wants you to have all the food he loves and vice versa
he takes an active part in celebrating your life like when you debuted he showed up with cake and candles to celebrate it
and on your birthdays he goes out of his way and has a surprise party for you, such a cutie
he’s so dumb around you too like people think he’s a suave playboy of sorts when in reality he’s just a really confused and excited pup
like he’s really happy around you and also really clumsy and he loses his energy really quickly
he prefers having a day in with you and just cuddling and watching movies
STUDIO GHIBLI MARATHONS
WITH A LOT OF FOOD
Whenever you’re sick or sad or worried his mom mode activates and he tries making you feel as comfortable as he can
He can’t stand you crying and is always there when you’re having a hard time
The good thing about him is that he’s always there to cheer you up and hear you out and give you good advice
Taeyong is a really insecure person so he’s always scared you might leave him and gets depressed really easily
Especially in the first few days of his debut he was getting a lot of hate and ended up being really closed off and didn’t even reply to your texts or calls. He thought that the world, including you hated him
But then you had to physically go up to his dorm and comfort him and he just laid there in your lap talking about nothing
He was a little assured then that you wouldn’t leave but still tries really hard to make you happy so you wouldn’t leave
And you won’t leave him because you love him to bits
You two fight sometimes on the fact that he can become really closed off when he’s depressed
And especially when he’s jealous
Because of his fear of losing you he becomes jealous really easily and gets all cold and mean and you both fight about it
but he ends up giving in and cuddling you at night because he still needs all the warmth, it gets cold on his side of the bed
makes you pancakes in the morning to have you forgive him
and then you give him a long lecture on how you’re his and no one else’s and his smile is so content and oh wow your boyfriend is so beautiful
He loves it when you sit on his lap and he pulls you closer to his chest and nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck
and then it turns into a make out session
his kisses are so soft and he holds you so close and treats you so delicately and he always smells so nice
gets annoyed when your dorm is messy and goes on a cleaning rampage, its annoying sometimes but its just how he is
You both go on many long walks along the river and late night snacks at the convenience store
He wants to travel the world with you someday
Like you both going to Kyoto for your honeymoon
and then smacks himself thinking that you both are too young to get married
daydreams about you a lot
when he’s really busy with his comeback he feels as if he’s missing something and then remembers he hasn’t texted you
and then goes like oh fuckOH FUCK while looking for his phone and finding many texts from you saying “good luck” and “i know you’re busy but dont forget to eat and drink water” “dont overwork yourself”
and he smiles so wide and jaehyun in the back whistles and he ignores him and just keeps on smiling
like a literal text from you to him can brighten up his day so much
your relationship is so slow and peaceful and he’s so passionate and loving
he’s never bored around you and sleeps peacefully next to you
Taeyong is a bottom in bed, he prefers you taking control and being all dominant
He loves it when you’re confident and bold
but when he’s mad or jealous and wants to punish you god almighty i hope you’re alive child
but most of the time its slow and passionate and you both end up cuddling after
he later told you that he bullied you the whole time cuz he had a crush on you and you couldn’t stop laughing
“let it go ok”
“BUT YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL CUZ YOU LIKED ME AWWWWW”
And then he blushed and his ears went red
He wants to adopt a dog with you, he would legit marry you if the company allowed him to
cuz with you he feels like he’s home, he feels accepted and loved
Request: You have no idea how happy I am you have requests open! I love your writing so much. Could I request one where dean and the reader have been dating awhile but recently they were arguing a lot more but then on a case they have to dress up and act like a happy couple and it makes dean remember everything he loves about the reader?
Prompt: Kara and Alex dealing with her being on the spectrum (as adults).
“hey alex, there’s no need to freak out but im home from work early-”
kara groans for a long time, annoyed that alex picked up. well, not annoyed. just…she just wanted to say it and leave it all behind. go curl up on her couch and eat all the brownies out of the icecream and forget that she’d almost had a meltdown at work.
“it’s not a supergirl thing, i was just going to leave a message,”
“excuse me for a moment,” alex says in a way more formal tone and kara hears her boots echoing and sighs again, pulls the icecream out. a door whooshes open on alex’s end of the phone and alex is talking to her again. “talk to me. what’s wrong? is it that sleazy guy again?”
“no, no,” kara crinkles her nose. “well, he is still sleazy. but it’s not that. i just… hadabitofameltdownatworkandwantedtotellyoubeforejamesdoes.”
“okay, rewind,” alex chides her, but really softly and kara grabs at the duvet she’s been using as a cape - she likes the weight, and she likes that it’s so long it slides along the floor when she walks and makes the nicest shish shish shish sound - and she nods. “repeat all that but slower.”
“i had a meltdown at work,” she says. “and i’m calling you because i’m pretty sure james is going to call you soon to make sure i haven’t blown out my powers and i thought you should know. and, maybe,” kara picks at the raised loops sewing the patches of the duvet cover, “i wanted to see if you were busy.”
“you had a meltdown? what happened? you’re okay? i mean you’re talking so that’s a good sign,”
“yes,” kara nods emphatically, pushes her glasses up her nose when the move makes them slip down. “i’m okay. i stood in the sun, i did my breathing, james hugged me and cat gave me a pillow to hug.”
“that woman, honestly,”
“at least she didn’t fire me,” kara tells her, and damn it her voice wavers a little and alex - a literal spy and awesome secret agent - can’t not pick up on that. “no crying at work, remember?”
“you were crying?” alex asks very softly. “kara, i can be there in fifteen minutes.”
“no. no, you are working and i dealt with it and i am dealing with it and i want you to finish up your meeting.”
“you’re more important,”
“yeah but i’m also okay,” she insists. “please, i just wanted to let you know. i dealt with it, i did well. i’m not a kid anymore, alex, please don’t come over until you’re actually free.”
kara narrows her eyes. “i’ll know if you cut any meetings or whatever to come over.”
that makes alex laugh and she’s about to say something, probably along the lines of i was a DEO agent for years without you knowing, but the door whooshes open and a quiet voice asks for alex to join them again.
“i’ll be right in,” alex promises, and she waits for the door to close again. “i will be over the second my shift is over. save some icecream for me.”
“i will pick up some icecream,” alex amends, and kara lowers her head to the kitchen counter and listens to the fondness, the smile, her sister speaks with. “i’m really proud of you. and we can go through what happened to figure out why,”
“i know why, it’s okay. i just want to watch tv with you. but…on mute maybe?” she scratches at her arm. “it was all sounds and stuff today, i just.”
“mute is good.”
“okay.” alex lingers as long as she can, but, “i have to go back in there. my shift ends at seven, expect me at seven thirty. what’s your food today?”
“pick something else too.”
“i won’t eat anything else. not today.”
“fine! brownies then,” she grumbles, and her goodbye is hurried but sweet. “i love you, see you tonight.”
she doesn’t feel worse, exactly, when alex does show up. way more tired though so everything is a little harder to manage.
“hey kara,” alex says, and immediately shuts up when her little sister curls into an even littler sister shaped ball on the couch and tugs her duvet closed around her head.
alex makes her way around as quietly as she can. she toes her boots off at the door, pads to the fridge to put away the pizzas she picked up. it wasn’t on kara’s very short food list but it’s a danvers staple so she’ll want it eventually. the low whine of the fridge sounds especially loud and alex hunches her shoulders, moves as fast as she can to finish all the necessary steps. turns her phone on silent and do not disturb, shrugs off her jacket and picks up a blanket, grimaces through cracking open the brownie takeout box and the clink of cutlery when she pulls out a spoon for kara.
“are you done?” kara grumbles from her couch. if she concentrates, alex thinks she can make out a single, baleful eye.
“coming your way,” alex shoots back, and kara sobs once when she steps on a creaking floorboard and again when the couch springs shriek when she sits. “i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay.” kara doesn’t take the brownie box. alex sets it on the table. “it hurts,” she mutters, and alex eases her over so she can lay next to her sister and pulls her head to her chest.
“focus on my heartbeat,” she tells her, and wraps her arms tight even that even kara could feel it. she can’t hold that up for long, but a moment is enough.
kara knees her in the bladder and headbutts her chin, blind inside her cocoon, shifting around to find the most comfortable position and alex bears it with good grace though she’ll be cashing in her bruises for favours later, no doubt about that.
they doze off quickly, kara first, exhausted, and then alex once kara’s tears are mostly cried out. when they wake, it’s because of kara’s stomach. it grumbles and rumbles and kara floats them both over to the kitchen, putters around making their dinner - midnight meal, really - as quietly as possible.
“maybe you should tell your friends,” alex murmurs, trying to keep her voice smooth and low and even. “and maybe cat.”
kara shoves her pizza slice into her mouth and fetches her phone, squints at the brightness and turns it so alex can read the email.
“sick days are unfortunately a requirement by law. you have several. use them wisely.” alex rolls her eyes. “can she say anything without it sounding like a threat?”
“carter,” kara whispers.
“true.” she accepts kara back into a hug, despite the sauce on her chin. kara tucks her forehead into alex’s neck, brings her arms up to brace comfortably between their bodies. “sick day tomorrow? i have a date with maggie in the evening, maybe we can all hang out in the day?”
“we’ll see how you feel. could be a danvers day only.” she feels kara smile and nod. “sounds good to me.”
they stand for a while longer. then kara sighs and pulls back. “i’m going to tell winn and james. they should know in case anything happens while they’re with me. like today. and i trust them. and cat already knows everything,” kara sucks in a deep breath, less to do with cat and more to do with the effort of saying so much at one time. “but i’m going to tell her too.”
“will you stay, when i tell the guys?”
kara blows out her cheeks and nods, relieved. “thank you.”