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When The Devil Needs A Favor

Title: When The Devil Needs A Favor

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas, Crowley, and several others!

Word Count: 2,400 (ish)

Warning: Season 12 spoilers!!! LOTS of them!!

A/N: This is my submission for @therealdeanwinchester13‘s Writing Box Challenge! Enjoy! And yes Luci truly does bless this post, we chatted about it. (sass is in the URL people) 

My prompt: You sold your soul to the Devil some years ago. Today he gives it back and says. “I need a favor.”


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“I need a favor”

“What could you possibly want from me?”

“I need you to get me something that myself and a uh, friend, desperately need.”

“I’m guessing if I refuse somehow this hell hole will get worse?”

“That’s the idea, yes.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”



“Dean? Sam?” The two men looked up from their food, clearly trying to place you.

“Garth, he, ah, sent me your way.”

“Oh, yeah, Y/N. I’m Sam, this is Dean.” Sam scooted over in the diner booth inviting you to slide in. Dean gave you a nod, his hands covered in burger and bacon grease. You were pretty sure his grunt and garbled speech was his version of a hello.

“Nice to meet you guys too. Thanks for helping me out. Garth said that if I wanted to learn how to survive this, insane form of a life, then you two were the ones to teach me.” Both of them laughed and exchanged an unsure glance.

“Yeah that would be us. Garth said you’re good thinking on your feet though, so you ready for a crash course? Dean and I aren’t exactly traditional teachers.”

“Well Sammy might be, but I sure as hell ain’t.”

Laughing you looked between the two, “I have no doubt I will get a well-rounded education from each of you.”

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Paradox (Part 2/?)

Words: 2000+

Pairings: Tony Stark x OC, Pepperony

Warnings: Panick attack,angst

Summary:  A sick Pepper Potts on her death bed, asks her best friend Eleanor Belikov to marry her husband Tony Stark AKA Iron Man and be a mother to their child of six months Exton Stark.

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Eleanor,was shocked no doubt. How could Pepper even say that? She couldn’t fathom the thought of marrying ever again,let alone an already married man. She new Pepper was a physically sick, but this was a new level even for her.

“Please tell me this is a joke Pepper."Eleanor grimaced at the redhead.

"No, itsn’t. I am quiet serious."She replied.

"No just no!"Eleanor leaned back against the seat.

"Ellie please, just hear me out."Pepper begged.

"Don’t do this Pep.”

“Just listen. I am dying."She shifted uncomfortably in her place on the bed. Pepper herself had accepted the fact that she was going to die but that by no means meant that she was comfortable with it. She didn’t want to leave this world so early. She wanted to see her child grow up, his first steps, his first words, his first day of school and anything and everything inbetween and more. She wanted to see whether Exton would take after Tony’s genius or her ordinary brain. Though no, fate worked in crueler ways than one could imagine and now almost 7 months after the delievery, she did not even have the energy to lift her child. She could never have imagined. A woman who was once stong enough,could not even pick up her own son. How weak was that? Pepper felt almost hopeless, she never though of life coming and stopping at this point but this was the reality and she needed to fill in all holes, and make sure everything was taken care of after her death. Eleanor was the only way of making sure.

"My organs are giving up on themselves, literally eating each other. In a way I am self destructing."She took a deep breath, even speaking for a  long time made her unwell. "Starks do that, they have a tendency to do that, while I am doing so physically, I know that Tony out there is completely tearing himself apart, preparing for-"Her coughs interrupted her speech.  

Her whole body shook with the coughs as Eleanor quickly got up to pour her some water. While Pepper caught her breath,she took a seat besides her on the bed. "It’s okay."Eleanor pressed the bedridden woman’s shoulder as comfort, only to get a sad smile in return.  

"See? Can’t even speak properly. Anyways,when I’m gone he is going to be a mess, he needs someone to take care of him. He is Tony Stark, an inventor, a superhero and the CEO of the world’s biggest multi national company.He will be in the lab for days. My son will be alone. With nannies. How can I let him be raised by them when he has a perfectly alive father?  When he can have a suitable mother?  I need you to raise him, and push Tony in the right direction to do so also. Please Eleanor, I am begging you. This is my last wish. ”

“I-I honestly don’t know what to say."Eleanor stated, disbelief evident in her voice.  

"Think about it. Meanwhile Jarvis will show you the contract. I can’t speak more.” Pepper could already feel the medicines she took before El came taking over. They made her whole body numb,which while did help, made Pepper even more helpless. With them she could only speak and turn her neck,no other part of her body moved. Moments like these,made her want to lash out. Scream at God. Why her? Why her when she had just started a family? Why take her away from her loved ones? She was just trying to save another person. She in no way asked for this. Killian did this to her,and she hoped he burn in hell for what he had done to her and hundreds of others,for he was already dead.

“Contract?”

“Yeah, help me lay down?”

Eleanor complied doubtlessly, slowly easing Pepper onto her back, as she closed her eyes,but before she told Jarvis to ask Tony to come to her in about twenty minutes.

As Eleanor exited the spacious room with her bag, Jarvis asked her, “Miss Lockwood would you like to read the documents in holograph, tablet, or hard format?”

“Hard if that can be arranged. "El answered, carefully making her way down the granite stairs.

"It’s waiting in the living room, on the table along with a cup of coffee.”

“Thank you!"She appreciated the AI ’s thoughtfulness.

Eleanor made herself comfortable on the leather couch, besides the fire before grabbing the papers.  Taking a sip of the coffee she opened the file, starting the reading.

The first few pages were all the legal formalities,who was involved in it, and when would it start and what not.Then came the clauses.

  • Only after Tony and Pepper would divorce will he marry Eleanor.
  • If both parties agreed then the procedure will start immediately.
  • None of them are allowed to be a part of any sort of extra marital affairs.
  • Noone is to be told about the contract.
  • If both parties agreed to get married Eleanor would automatically assume Pepper’s position in the company which would be a personal assistant to CEO and chairman Tony Stark as well as at home, as his wife.
  • As far as matters are concerned with Exton, no nannies will be hired, he will be raised by the couple as his parents.  
  • The couple is not allowed to divorce in a minimum of five years and only if Exton knows the truth about his parents and his real mother.
  • Exton will not be told the truth until and unless circumstances call for it or he hits maturity.

While this was only the summarized version, the documents were a lot more detailed including the details of what would happen when they agreed, what was to be told to the world and in case of interviews their history as a couple.It took her more than 30 minutes to read through. At the end, three empty lines rested for their signatures.

As Eleanor moved onto the more personal notes by Pepper on what exactly she would have to do, she heard a loud crash from upstairs. Alert, she sat up."Jarvis?”

“Nothing to worry about, Miss Lockwood.Mr. and Mrs Stark are having a fight. Mrs. Stark is telling him what she told you.  He is not in a good mood.”

“Of course why would he?"Eleanor mumbled under her breath.

Biting her lips she tried to concentrate on the file in front of her, but her mind was somewhere else. She wondered what was happening upstairs. Tony was obviously angry, but how much? Would he agree?  Would he be mad at her too?  Everything was a jumble. She didn’t want the fight to escalate and decided it was best to act as a cooling agent between the two overly heated people.

As Eleanor made her way up the stairs, she froze. Tony was making his way towards her.Well not exactly, as he hadn’t caught sight of her yet. His whole demeanor screamed anger and frustration.  His fists were clenched by his sides, and his feet stomped as he climbed down the stairs, only to find El standing in the middle.

"You."He seethed, glaring at her as he walked closer only to stand a few inches above her on the step.  

"Me?"She whispered.

"What did you tell her?”

“I didn’t tell her anything Tony. I found out about it only a few minutes before you.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me.What the hell did you tell her?” He screamed at her, pushing her against the wall, with no way to escape. His arms caged her between the wall and him. Eleanor flinched at the situation, bad memories floating through her head.

“Tony please, believe me I didn’t ask her to do any of this. "She grimaced,looking anywhere but at him.  

"Look at me."He ordered.

Eleanor slowly turned her head to look into his raging brown eyes, that almost seemed black with anger.  His hand traveled to her cheek, softly pushing the curly strand of hair behind her ear,where he then cupped her neck. If not for the situation she would have definitely thought he was pulling a move on her.

"You see Miss Lockwood,"He spoke softly, still caressing her hair. "If I find out that you had even one percent of involvement in Pepper’s crazy plan,I am going to fucking destroy you. You are never going to be able to find a job, not even in a run down diner. So you better pray to whatever God you pray to, that you don’t."With a final shove to her shoulder against the wall,the genius stormed down and into the elevator.

For a few seconds El stood there frozen in shock, marveling at what had just happned. Memories flashed through her head. Dimitri and her against the wall. Dimitri holding her in a chokehold. Similar situations moved through her mind one after another not giving her time to process them. She gasped for air,sliding down the wall, and sitting down on the step, all unknowingly as she remembered the time she broke her arm for hitting the wall to hard. Memories of Dimitri playing with her hair, threatening her just like Tony did mere minutes ago. Her heart beat fast and she could feel the blood rushing through her veins. She made the mistake of holding her breath and made it even harder for herself to calm down. In distress she fell forward, hand resting against the cool granite, her only source of comfort right now. Her curls fell around her face, shielding her away from the world, while she squeezed her eyes shut, flinching at the images that greeted her.

"Your heart rate is unbelievably high. Do you want me to call Mr Stark? Miss?"Jarvis called out.

For a few seconds, there was silence, with only her struggle to breathe as the music, as she tried to calm down enough to let out a reply. "N-” She gasped,“No.”

God! She felt so weak. Two weeks. It had been two weeks, she had been without a panic attack, and this measly incident was all it took to break that streak.

Eleanor counted to ten, with holding her breath and releasing every other number. Soon enough as she reached twenty-three she was stable enough.

“Argh!” She let out a frustrated scream. What was wrong with her? He was long gone. Why was she so scared,so weak all the time? She thought to herself.

This was it. This was the moment decided. No more hesitation,no more fear,no more weakness. She had faced far worse than an arrogant man in a can. She was done being weak,she was a survivor she is a survivor,Eleanor determined. Perhaps it was that moment when she signed her life over,one again as history repeated itself. Eleanor reached down a shaky hand,still a bit breathless and grabbed the file which had fallen down a few steps. Immediately she flipped to the last page,not delaying the least bit in case she changed her mind. And then,she signed,a single drop of tear falling down next to the line as she did so.

Apartment 5108 // 6

Apartment 5108 — ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language — in later chapters

Chapters
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6

Strong winds wrestle against the apartment as I watch the snow fall in an endless drizzle below onto the ground. The streets are already littered in a white sea of flurries. Schools were closed early, allowing Friday morning and evening to be all mine. I sit on the tiled floor, my laptop in front of me, a soft throw wrapped over my shoulders and a warm mug of coffee in tow. The weather called for 8 inches of snow and I’ve learned to never trust the weather personality on news channels. Their predictions usually fall flat into disappointment but as I stare into the distant darkness, 8 inches seems to be an understatement. 

“What are you going to do tonight?” Sehun steps briskly from the stairs and is fully dressed in all black. Him wearing all black along with his attentive nature is definitely not helping me see him any less attractive. It would be one thing if he was a handsome man with a prick personality but Sehun is charming, kind to the heart, and is surprising in all ways possible. He’s patient and somehow understands all of my emotions. But I’m afraid he’s starting to make a dent in a place that I thought was stone all this time.

He has another date tonight but I don’t ask if it’s with Wol. I still find it a bit silly inquiring about his personal life but also strange because I have told him so much about mine but the only thing I know about him is his unrequited love for Yul and nothing more.

“Not sure. Catch up on some laundry. Maybe build a snowman on the balcony?” A small, innocent laugh escapes my lips as I X out of the wikihow page on ‘How to be a Good Friend’ before Sehun sees it. I’ve eased up on my outer walls with Sehun. He’s shown me a unique kind of manner that doesn’t deserve the cold attention I’ve bestowed upon him. Ultimately, I am trying to be a friend.

He walks over to where I’m sitting and squats down. “Save me some snow so I can build one right next to yours. Even snowmen shouldn’t be by themselves outside, yeah?" He’s making it difficult for me to like him less. His kindness in making sure I don’t feel alone is tearing away at my barriers. He makes being friends so easy and I wish that the world was more like him. It it was, then I could maybe one day walk with my head held straight and not avoid it.

"We’ll see. Making a snowman is a difficult task. It’s a special art and I’m not sure a gentleman like yourself has the required training to do so." 

He chokes in a hard breath, "Ri. Are you making jokes with me? Was that humor spilling from your lips?”

I shrug my shoulders indifferently and wrap the throw closer around me. “Well, you did say my lips are my best feature so you tell me.”

His head falls, messing up his sun-kissed brown hair but he shakes it out of his face once his attention is back on me. “A joke and sarcasm. You’re warming up to me, aren’t you?”

“You make it quite easy to.”

“Good.” He gives me a genuine smile that reaches his eyes and brightens up his whole demeanor. "Alright, I’m off.“ 

I flip open my laptop again as the apartment retreats to a silence. I miss hearing Sehun’s voice when I’m alone. Even when I behaved uncivilly, speaking with Sehun wasn’t difficult. I told stories that I would think twice before exposing to another human being. It is more than what I can do with most people. He has a quality that draws me in and I’m scared that it will be hard for me to leave it behind if forced to. 

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Kitten (Part 17)

Note: So I played with the idea of Keith not remembering that he agreed to go into the healing pod, but at the end of the day, I’m tired of the mistrust storyline. I’ve done it a bunch of times. I wanna mess around with Keith’s insecurities now.

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Keith is too still. Floating so quiet in the healing pod. He’s not the peaceful stillness of well deserved sleep, but the nasty kind that comes from sudden blows to the head or collapsing where you stand, when either pain or exhaustion becomes too much.  The sight of his lover like this is sickening. Too close to the dead for comfort, but he can’t look away. Every time he tries to distract himself, talking to the others or simply reading on his tablet, he finds his eyes inevitably drawn back to the pod. Has Keith’s pallor improved slightly since he last looked? Is that barely comprehensible readout change a good sign? Watched pots never boil. Continued monitoring just makes the recovery seem longer, but he still finds himself staring without pause.

He must have done something truly awful in a previous life, because despite how long he waits, he’s still not there when Keith gets out. A bathroom break, that’s what screws him over.  He even made sure that Lance was there to watch the pod while he was away, just for a few minutes, then he’d be back. That’s all the time Keith takes to disappear. When he returns, Lance is standing shocked, alone in the room, and Keith is gone.

Lance can’t tell him where he went. Why he went. According to him Keith cursed him out as soon as he was steady on his feet and left. He couldn’t have gone far, not that much time had passed. Ha. If Shiro was ever that lucky, surely it would be a sign of the end times.

Keith isn’t in the halls outside the medbay. Neither their quarters or the Red Paladin’s solo quarters are occupied. He isn’t in any of the training rooms. The kitchen is empty, and he only finds Hunk and Pidge in the common room. They haven’t seen Keith either.

What if someone took him? Snuck aboard and grabbed him while he was alone. The last time, his first hint that Kuro was on the ship was Keith’s scream. No warnings, no Galra ships in the area, one moment everything is fine the next he’s running to the sound of distress only to find his own face staring back at him. They never found out how Kuro got in. He could be back, and Shiro would never know until he was too late to save Keith once more.

That’s it. He’s just going to page the whole damn Castle, until either Keith responds or someone finds him. The nearest computer should be in a room just up ahead-Oh, that’s where he is.

In one of the many rooms that lay abandoned due to the low occupancy of the Castle, the younger man is sitting head to knees curled up in the corner. He flinches when Shiro enters.

Shiro stops in the door, “Keith,” He calls softly, tries not to pose a threat, “Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, but he can’t think of a better way to start.

He can see Keith taking a steadying breath, before he sits up straight to meet Shiro’s eyes, “I’m fine,” He’s always been a terrible liar. His eyes may not be red rimmed, but his distress is still easy to read, as is the way his emotional walls are trying to go back up.

“Can I come in?” Soft question, not an accusation. Not yelling at him not to run off like that, when Shiro is so afraid of what could happen out of his sight.

Keith glances away to stare at a spot on the floor, “Sure, it’s a free Castle,” Not really an invitation, but he can’t help if he’s not here. Shiro edges into the room slowly, watches Keith for any signs that he wants him gone, before sitting down a little ways away from him. Mirroring his position on the wall. Keith looks at him a second before looking away again, “I’m sorry. I needed some space. Had things to think about.” He says hugging his knees.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Not to him, not right now, “I was just a little worried, when I came back and found you gone,” He shouldn’t guilt. He should be purely understanding, but Keith had been gone, “If you want to be alone again. You can just ask. We’ll clear out.” The younger man won’t. He never does. He always runs when he’s upset, for as long as Shiro’s known him. From the Garrison roof, to a shack out in the desert, to an abandoned room. It’s what Keith does.

“Sorry,” Keith says again. Shiro frowns, “I’ll remember that.” They lapse into silence. Keith’s withdraws deep inside his head. No signs of what he’s thinking about, though Shiro can guess. He doesn’t dare interrupt him. Forcing him to open up before he’s ready will only hurt him further. After a while, Keith sighs and stands, “I guess I should apologize to Lance for yelling at him.” Really? That’s good, that he’s thinking of others, but it just seems an odd first action.

“He’ll appreciate it, but you don’t have to. Lance understands you’re under a lot of stress.” The Blue Paladin had been more concerned that he let Keith go on his own, than the fact he’d been cursed at.  He couldn’t be more proud of how Lance was handling the whole situation. He’d risen to the occasion admirably.

“I’m going to. It’s part of being a team player right? Apologizing when you’ve done wrong.” The smile Keith gives him is brittle. Shiro meets it with an encouraging one of his own. Something is wrong here. Something is very very wrong. Reaching out to the other is good, but he feels like there are words Keith’s not saying. Important ones that could pin down why he feels like instead of progress they just fell down two flights of stairs.

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” He offers. He can’t read his lover’s mind to find out what’s gone awry. All he can do is be here when it all comes crashing down.

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Preference #3: Rainy Days (Lashton)

~Hey lovelies! Here’s part two to pref #3. :) hope you enjoy ~
(Side note: Ash’s was inspired by his recent Instagram pic at the theatre, and Luke’s was inspired by our love for laziness and forts.) Also, as if you aren’t told a lot already, requests are always open :3  

Luke

Standing in the doorway of our shared flat, Luke and I realized we’d have to meet our friends another time. The current downpour of rain would be hell, not even beginning to mention the horrid traffic going along with it. Luke shut the door as I made my way over to the couch and plopped myself down on the cushions with an unsatisfied huff. “Well…what do you wanna do?” Luke asked as he leaned over the arm of the couch I currently sat at.

“I wanna get out of these clothes.” Seeing my cheeky spouse wiggle his eyebrows I felt my jaw drop. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” I exclaimed as he laughed profoundly. “I swear you act so childish sometimes.”

“I’m not the only one who acts childish here, Y/N,” he said catching his breath. With that comment you pondered.

“Y’know what…that’s not so bad.” Standing up abruptly and grabbing his arm, I attempted dragging him upstairs.

“What are you doing?” he asked taking his arm back from your grasp.

With a wide grin and sparkling eyes I replied, “Get changed into your pj’s and grab as many blankets and pillows as you can.”

“You mean,” he began, slowly understanding my idea.

“Oh yea,” I said with a mischievous grin. “Pillow fort!” we bellowed simultaneously. With that, we raced up the steps to put on the warmest pajamas we could find. Luke made his way down the hall to the linens closet to haul as many comforters and spare cushions with him to the living room. During his search, I raided the kitchen and it’s cabinets to bring every kind of junk food my eyes landed on as a bag of popcorn rotated in the microwave. I smiled after laying all the snacks out on the counter, at least besides the second bag of popcorn I recently put in the microwave. I went into the living room to see Luke’s progress on the fort only to find him struggling to keep the structure standing.

“Luke it’s not that hard,” I said to him.

“Well if it isn’t so hard, you can build it then,” he suggested, both hands on his hips.

“Okay sassy pants why don’t we just build it together?” I said destroying his version of a so-called ‘fort.’

“Fine. Whatever you say,” he said lifting up a pile of pillows

After almost twenty minutes of bickering over what should go where, and a few google pages later, we finally came up with a somewhat stable fort

“Go ahead and crawl inside Y/N. I’ll get the snacks and laptop,” he said already on his way up the stairs.

“You sure? It’s a lot to carry Luke,” I said beginning to go into the kitchen.

“Freeze!” He exclaimed causing you to stop in your tracks. “Go inside the fort and admire our work woman! Really though, have a little faith Y/N. I got this,” he insisted. “Okay, okay I’m going in the damned fort Jesus,” I said crawling on all fours to enter the tower of blankets and pillows.

Waiting in the darkness for what seemed like forever, I finally heard the sound of Luke’s heavy footsteps coming closer and closer. Expecting him to come in, a hear a loud crash coming from outside instead. I immediately crawl out of the fort to see Luke, the food, and my laptop on the ground.

“OH MY GOD MY BABY!” I screamed.

“I’m fine really. No need to shout,” Luke said rubbing his bum from the fall.

“Not you!” I exclaimed carefully picking up my laptop.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Luke questioned, dumbfounded.

“I’m completely serious, Hemmings,” I said. “If this doesn’t turn on, I will cut you,” I added, lowering my tone of voice. Slowly backing away from me, Luke cautiously crawled into the depths of the fort.  Opening up the laptop carefully, I pressed the power button to see my screen light up. “Alright, Luke. You’re safe…for now.”

“Thank God,” he said letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Setting the laptop down on the floor, I crawled into the fort with Luke and quickly logged in, pulling up Netflix. “Ready for the annual movie marathon, good sir?” I asked in a posh accent.

“Why yes I am. Thank you for asking, fair maiden,” Luke replied dramatically.

“That’s a different era, you doofus!”

“Oh just played the damned movie already, woman.”

 

Ashton

Mother Nature just had to go and mess up your plans for Christmas Eve. It was a tradition for all of your friends ever since high school to see whatever holiday movie was showing at the old black and white theatre in town, and of all days rain decides to pour on this particular one. Oh this is just perfect. But that wasn’t going to stop you. There you were standing outside the entrance of the theatre in the downpour, praying for your friends to arrive.

As if on cue, you began receiving texts from everyone with similar responses of: “I’m so sorry but I can’t make it this time, the rain is horrid!” or “I’m going to have to cancel the movie today, lets reschedule.”

With a huff, you made your way to the box office with intentions to keep the tradition alive, even if it had to be by yourself.

“One for White Christmas please,” you said politely seeing it was the only movie being shown that day.

“Here you go. I’m pretty sure there’s only one other person in that theatre, but otherwise you got a movie to yourself,” the ticket handler said passing you your ticket.  "Enjoy the show.“

“Thanks you too,” you said quickly mentally facepalming yourself. REALLY Y/N?

Walking into theatre number two, you noticed the lights were still on, letting you know that the movie hadn’t started yet. You took your time finding the best seat, right in center. Checking your phone, you saw there was still 10 minutes until the movie was scheduled to begin.

“This movie better be good,” you muttered to yourself.

“Oh it is.” Letting out a yelp from the sudden voice you turned to see where it came from. The only thing you said was a bed of curly brown hair on a figure hunched over giggling. The unknown figure finally straightened out so you could see their face.

“Ashton!” exclaimed, holding your arms out to greet your dear friend with a hug. Accepting your embrace you continued, “I didn’t think you’d be able to make it.”
“And break tradition? Nonsense, woman!” Noticing that neither of you had let go of each other yet, you looked down. He noticed his arms were still around your waist and hastily let go. The lights began dimming, luckily saving commentary on the action. Seeing the film beginning to roll onto the screen, the theater seemed to get colder. You’d missed the brief warmth that emitted from Ashton’s arms, so you leaned your head in the crook of his neck. He stiffened a bit and your mind quickly flooded with negative thoughts.

Dammit, I knew this was a bad idea. Why did I think he’d be comfortable with this?! It’s a movie, people don’t usually put their heads on their friends in a movie theater. God I’m so stu–

Your thoughts were cut off when you felt Ashton lift your head off of him.

Shit.

Surprising you, he lifted the cup holder separating you to wrap his arm around your shoulder, allowing you back into his warm embrace comfortably. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you put your head back on him and resting his atop yours. “Isn’t that better?” he quietly asked with a slight chuckle.

“Much better,” you replied with a content smile. With that, you two continued watching the film silently.