it will eventually drift

ok but Yall…. we never really found out who lena’s mom was and like maybe it can be really important? like what if lillian not only hates lena because she’s the product of infidelity but also because lena’s mom was actually not human.

Think About It. she was never Really confirmed as human , like u think she was but her alien detection device didnt even work on kara. also the like “i AM human…” could be Foreshadowing 👀

lena doesnt know enough about her actual mom because she literally just learned that lionel was her dad. this could be the beginning to why lillian hates aliens so much and why, by extension, lex drifted apart from lena and eventually tried to wipe out all of the aliens on earth.

Makes U Think ! 🤔

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Dragon Age: Inquisition companions reacting to a young inquisitor (3 to 9) asking if they can sleep next to them after a nightmare concerning Redcliffe Castle. Especially if said companions were the ones who died protecting them as Dorian brought them back to the present.

Cassandra: She blinks at them through the darkness of night, and after a moment’s hesitation, consents and allows it. She’s awkward, but they go to sleep quickly, feeling safe near her. She eventually drifts off as well, feeling pity for the young one.

Iron Bull: He’s a little worried he’ll roll over on them, so he lays there motionlessly as they cuddle up against him and quietly go to sleep. He eventually drifts off, frozen in place, minding the spot the child chose to sleep in against him.

Blackwall: Awkwardly, he shrugs and allows it, unsure of himself as the child curls up against him and goes to sleep. He had heard about what happened in Redcliffe, and he understands their wanting to be with someone, but… him? He feels peace settle over him as the child begins to snore, quiet pride and quiet duty, and he follows suit.

Sera: She wordlessly pulls open the cover and lets them crawl in, and the two sleep soundly as she gently puts an arm over them to reassure them that she is real and they are safe.

Varric: He allows it, for once quiet as slumber threatens to take him back. He grunts as they push against him, and he relinquishes a sigh. “You’re safe, kid. We’re all okay.” The words settle them as much as he wishes it would settle his nerves, and he drifts off as they do.

Cole: He doesn’t sleep, but he lies down and lets the child cuddle up against him. “Warm and comforting, arms of love pulling me close, warding demons off, you feel safe. You are safe. I’ll do my best.” He lies there as long as they sleep, and feels happy for doing so– he helped.

Dorian: He’s a little worried and unsure of how exactly to comfort them. “Are you sure you want to sleep in my bed? Not with Cassandra or… someone else?” he asks warily. The child insists and crawls under the sheets. Dorian sits there for a moment, a bit befuddled, but the child starts drawing quiet little breaths as they fall to sleep, and he follows suit quietly.

Solas: He quietly allows it. “Come, da’len; I will ensure no demons serve you nightmares. The majesty of the Fade will guide us to peaceful slumber.” His words soothe them, and both drift off in peace.

Vivienne: Normally, she would adamantly refuse, but the child is teary and shaking, so she sighs and lifts the sheet up. “Don’t plan on making a habit of this.” she warns. At the same time, she feels something bubbling in her chest, something like warmth and quiet pride, and she drifts off to sleep peacefully.

Josephine: Like Sera, she quietly holds the sheets open, remembering times she had to do this with Yvette or any of her younger siblings. She has performed this duty many times, one of comfort and love, and she feels their panic fading away as they curl up against her. Both drift off quickly.

Leliana: Without so much as a word or a glance up, she holds the sheet up and allows them in before drifting off to sleep, her arm settling over them quietly. They feel extra safe– nothing can hurt them when the Spymaster is there.

Cullen: He’s half-asleep, and a bit too incoherent to process what’s going on, but he gives in. He finds the next morning that his own nightmares were fewer and of less intensity, and he only prays the poor child felt safer, too.

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To The Boy I Never Dated But Still Broke My Heart

Once upon a time you made me feel special. You gave me hope. For once I had self confidence. Just thinking someone as perfect as you would take time out of their day just to text me. I actually felt pretty for once. When you would tell me I looked cute or my outfit was cute I got butterflies. More than you could ever imagine. You, just being you, made me happy. I never thought of you just wanting me for my body, or anything like that. Mainly because of the way we talked. We talked like we were best friends that had known each forever. There was a few times where we had ran out of things to talk about but we always found something, even if it was the smallest thing. Like I said “once upon a time”. Well time always runs out eventually. When I noticed we were drifting I broke, I really did. I didn’t know I cared about you so much until you weren’t there as much. Whenever you started dating someone, I felt my heart break. I started crying, instead of making me happy you made me cry and break. I always act happy. I usually am. I just cared so much about you when you just kinda disappeared you took a piece of me with you.

Silence

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Drabble about Dean and reader sharing a bed on the job.

Word Count:  877

Warnings:  Smut/Language

The semi-trucks rolling down the highway make the windows rattle in the motel room. The room is dark, the mattress lumpy. For the last three weeks, I’ve been on the road, staying in motel after motel. We haven’t been to the bunker since we started this case. For three weeks, I’ve shared a bed with one of the Winchesters, alternating beds every night to make things fair.

For the last three weeks, something has been happening in the bed I share with one of the Winchesters. Dean, specifically. Tonight, I’m  hyper aware of his body next to mine, of the way his foot touches mine, the way his hand strokes the small of back. His breath ghosts over my neck for a moment, just before his lips meet my skin. I’m also completely aware of the fact that Sam is in the opposite bed. I listen to his breathing, waiting for the reassuring sound of his sonorous snores. I know Dean is waiting for the same sound.

We haven’t once talked about it, about what we do under the cover of darkness. Not in the bright daylight, not over coffee and research. The topic is mutually and silently agreed upon as taboo. When the sun comes up, we go back to being us - coworkers-slash-friends. I guess that I should add ‘with benefits’ to that list, because it definitely seems like a benefit, what we’re doing.  

It all started by accident, I guess. I woke up in the middle of the night to find Dean pressed up against my back, an arm slung around my waist. I must have been having one hell of a dream, because I woke up seriously aroused. Like panty-drenching arousal. Maybe the dream was inspired by his closeness, the intimacy of our nocturnal cuddling. Even now, I don’t know if he was awake at that moment, or if he only woke up because I shifted to face him.  

I didn’t have any ulterior motive or any intention, it just…happened. Dean made a quiet moan-like noise and pulled me closer to him, his chest pressed to mine. We laid there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, our mouths a fraction of an inch apart. There was so much tension in that moment, his breath mingling with mine, heat filling the space between us.  

I remember that feeling, that anticipatory feeling. Would he kiss me? Should I kiss him? Will we remain in this stand off until we both fall asleep and pretend this never happened?

And then we kissed. It began as a soft kiss, graduating slowly to something more explosive, a deep, searing kiss. Dean’s hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, his fingers slipping into me. Everything was fast and urgent, his fingers pumping into me, his mouth smothering my gasps. We didn’t speak, we tried to not to make a sound, aware of Sam’s presence only feet away.

When his fingers withdrew, slick with my arousal, I slipped my shorts off. He followed suit, removing his pants before climbing on top of me, my legs parting to welcome him.  In the heat of the moment, I was only dimly aware of the slight creaking of the bed springs as Dean moved inside me, his mouth next to my ear, whispering encouragement.

Dean, as a lover, was far more tender than I expected. He took his time, he moved with me, his lips blazing a trail of kisses wherever they met my skin. Nearly silent sex, it’s seriously fucking hot. It’s a challenge, trying not to gasp or moan or sigh or scream.  

When we finished, there was more silence. We didn’t talk about what had just happened. We didn’t talk about whether or not it would happen again. Dean cuddled up behind me and gently ran his hands over my ribs, down my arms. Eventually, he kissed my temple and rolled away, drifting off to sleep.

Every other night, for the past three weeks, we’ve done this.  In complete and total silence.

So I lay here, now, with Dean at my side. Sam’s not yet snoring, so the fact that Dean’s hand is down my pants and mine is wrapped around his cock makes things more exciting, more dangerous. It’s like a silent dare, who can stay the quietest. I bite my lip to hold back a moan and feel Dean’s lips on my earlobe. “Shh,” he whispers, so faintly that only I can hear it. I’m trying not to buck my hips because I’m greedy for more.  

God, I’m so fucking horny right now. All I want to do is climb on top of Dean and fuck the shit out of him. But that’s what makes it all the more desirable, the sex, I have to wait. I have to hold out until we’re sure Sammy is asleep. Jesus, what’s taking him so long?

Like I said, we won’t talk about this tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we get back to the bunker, back to our own beds. I don’t know what Dean is thinking. I don’t even know what the hell I want out of this.

All I know is I want Dean deep inside me, and I want it now.

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i think in our previous lives, we’ve always been in love with each other, estranged and held apart by a thin thread.

you were the king’s son and i was a peasant girl.
i was an aristocrat and you worked in the stables.
i was in love with somebody else.
you were in love with somebody else.
the first time we met, the world must have stopped in its tracks.
because when i first saw you in this lifetime, i felt everything freeze.

we have always loved each other from afar, each lifetime drawing us closer and closer.

the first time, you accepted a flower from me when you were riding through my village. you rode through it often, and one time you stopped, got down from your carriage, and spoke to me. but you were soon married to a princess, just like all princes were.
the second time, you helped me learn how to ride and take care of my horse. sometimes our hands would brush when we groomed him together. you were my confidant. my friend. we never once told each other what we really felt.
the third time, you were my neighbor, my best friend, and one night you kissed me during a game of hide and seek. “i love you,” you’d said to me, and for a second i loved you too. but a few weeks later i started dating somebody else. that summer, you moved away. in that lifetime, i broke your heart.
the fourth time, we had each other, for a while. our families vacationed by the same lake. you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend until you had seen everything i had to offer you. you watched me cry in front of you. your family left the next day. in that lifetime, you broke mine.

our souls knew each other before we did. they found each other from across the room and pulled us together. “it’s you,” they said to one another, “i’m so glad it’s you. maybe we can get it right this time.” and then it began, again.

this time, we could have made it if we had had the strength. the courage. but i was afraid and your heart wasn’t there. eventually, mine wandered too. we drifted, our souls still reaching out for each other even though our hands no longer were.

but this time, we knew.
this time, we told each other.
this time, we fought.
in this lifetime, there wasn’t an issue of who broke who.
in this lifetime, we merely broke each other.

i know it’s heartbreaking to think we never got a real chance.
your sobs ring as loud in my ears now as they did the day we shattered,
and they haunt me.
our time in this life together is over. we lost this round.
but each lifetime, we inch closer and closer.
and in my heart, i hope.
my soul, it longs for you still.
it has picked itself out of the rubble of yet another failure and pieced itself back together.
my soul, it knows.
“i will find you again,” it whispers into the cosmos,
“there are many lifetimes to come.”

from across the world, your soul returns,
“we will get our chance yet.”

—  reincarnate -c.h. // Instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
In the Heart of the Storm (Part 3)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – Blood, angst, and bondage

Word Count – 1,488

Notes – I wrote the first two parts of this back in January, so I’m finally getting back to this after my hiatus.  I’m really excited to delve into this fic and I hope you guys are enjoying it so far!  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

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Previously:

His metal hand was warmer after being exposed to the hot water of the shower, but it was still a shock to feel it when he began to undo the belt around your wrists.  He hauled you up out of the chair and led you back into the bedroom.  

Somewhere within you, you knew that he just wouldn’t leave. You’d always known that he couldn’t just leave you here.  You’d seen his face, and there weren’t too many men running around with a metal arm. Death was surely in your future, but only after he was finished with you.  You tried not to cry as he forced you onto the bed and began tying your hands to the bed-frame behind you.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you quietly begged as he leaned over you to cinch the belt tighter.

His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, but there was no emotion to be seen.


 

You closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the feel of his hands on you, but it never came.  You felt him move away from you and it wasn’t until you heard drawers opening and shutting that you dared to open your eyes. His back was to you as he rummaged through Aaron’s clothes.  He pulled out a ratty t-shirt that had Butte Football written across it in faded screen print.  It was one of Aaron’s favorite shirts and you hated the thought of this monster wearing it. The man pulled it over his head and began searching again.  When he pulled a pair of pajama pants from the drawer, you weren’t prepared for him to rip off the towel around his waist before stepping into them.  You got a good view of a tight backside and thick thighs before you squeezed your eyes shut again.

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Something New | NSFW

Summary: You’ve been putting it off, but you finally asked your boyfriend about something you’ve been wanting to try.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, light B*SM

Word Count: 1,525

A/N: Read if you’re only 18+. This is my first time, dabbling into this, so take that into consideration. Yeah, the D is censored to keep it out of the tag. How about that LSB though??? Anyways, enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated.


You had been dating your boyfriend, Tom, for about a year now. Everything was great with him. You both had learned to love long distance and he would always come and visit you on his days off, and vice versa. You always looked forward to the days off because that meant lying in bed with him — naked. You just loved feeling vulnerable with him and cuddling, but on other days, you guys wouldn’t stop. It was heaven for you, but you wanted to try something different the next time you saw him — that was this weekend. Tom would be coming home after a long press tour for his new movie and would have two weeks off in London. You were going to bring it up to him and hope it wouldn’t scare him away.

You heard a knock on your door and you opened it to a messy, curly hair, tired, brown eyed boy with bags on his back and feet. You smiled and kissed him softly, and helped him with his things into your apartment. You didn’t speak to him. You knew he was exhausted. After he put everything down, he approached you and just hugged you. This was typical and you both would just hold each other in embrace for a while.

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AM I ENOUGH

Bucky X Reader

Summary: he was your everything but apparently you weren’t his. Left with nothing but some memories where will life take you?

Warnings: Super angst right from the first sentence, Sam being awesome

A/N: ok I know I shouldn’t be starting something new when I’m working on something but this can to me and I needed to write it out before it left me. I’m tagging some people that have helped me write and make a better story. I hope I have put all your advice to good work. @annadier @marvelous-imagining and @metalarmproblems And the always amazing @veronicalei

“You promised you would stay with me. That nothing on Earth could stop you from breaking that promise. What did I do? I don’t know what I did wrong, not to make you leave me.”

“I know she’s perfect, she’s everything you deserve but I thought, maybe for once, I could be enough for someone, for you. You said I was everything you could ever need. Did you ever want me though? If you only needed me, you could have needed me and just been my friend. Why drag me through this and give me so much, only to say none of it was real?” Your cries have fallen on deaf ears. His back is now turned from you shutting you out once more.

The words were echoing in your head they were the first moments of everything crumbling down around you. You couldn’t stay here anymore. He wanted you gone.

You hastily scribbled out a note it was written on the back of one of your pictures making it hard to write on and puncturing the photo at times. Your hand was shaky and tears blurred you vision. You were determined however to get this out and send it to him.

“I’m sorry. I should have seen the signs earlier, but then again I guess I did. I was just fooling myself into thinking I could hold on to you longer when that’s probably when I already lost you. I’m sorry I kept you from her, I won’t bother you anymore. I hope one day you’ll forgive me for keeping you from her for so long.“

You write Love before scribbling it out and simply put your name.

You slide it under the door and walk away. He wouldn’t get it for a few days as he was gone on a mission. That left you with enough time to make a clean get away, not that anyone was going to come after you.

You weren’t a part of the team, didn’t work with them, didn’t technically live with them either. You were just dating one of the members. Well dated one of them. In fact if he hasn’t said anything they may not notice your absence for awhile thinking you were busy or something.

You had come to collect everything that you had left here. The clothes, the nic-nacs you had collected over time, photos, really anything that could remind him of you. He moved on and didn’t need your junk in the way. Carting it all away you drop most of it down the garbage shoot putting an end to that. You walked into the main lounge and collected a couple more things. With a final look around you said goodbye and the door shut it all from your view.

“FRIDAY, I’m leaving now you can revoke my access privileges as per his request.”

“All right, Miss (Y/L). It has been nice knowing you. Have a pleasant day.”

“I’ll try FRIDAY.”

Stepping out of the building you head out not quite knowing where you were going but knowing it was far away from here.


The team had gotten back from a grueling mission, they were all banged up and suffering from an arrangement of injuries but none needed professional medical help. A couple bandaids would do the trick and a hot shower for everything else. They filed out of the quinjet; to their surprise you weren’t waiting there for them. Usually you would be fidgeting waiting to see that each one was back and relatively unharmed.

Sam was the first to speak up “Hey man where is (Y/N)?” He asks Bucky. “She knew we were coming back today, yes? You text her?”

Bucky stiffens forgetting that you wouldn’t be here any more. He shrugs attempting to take the subject off you and more so him.

“Man, I could really use a hug from her right now. You know check over my injuries, berate me for getting injured in the first place.” He jokes with the others. They all chuckle knowing that is exactly what you would do to all of them. Well except Bucky, you would be pampering and nitpicking his every move just to reassure yourself that he was safe.

“Maybe she fell asleep waiting for us. FRIDAY, we’re back, is (Y/N) in the building?” Tony asks, you had done that a couple times before because of the lateness of a mission.

“No Sir she is not. She has not been back since two days ago. She collected some of her stuff and hasn’t been back since.”

“Oh, alright I’ll just have to text her since other people seem to have forgotten.” He says shooting Bucky a glare. Bucky can’t meet his eyes knowing the true reason to why you weren’t there.

They shuffle to their separate rooms to shower and change. They all eventually drift back to the kitchen when their stomachs announce their need for food. All but Bucky had come down, Steve the concerned friend he always was went to get him. Knocking on the door he found Bucky standing in his room showered but staring at the bed. It was nicely made the grey comforter pulled up and the pillows tucked under and plumped. The room was perfectly squared away not a thing out if place it seemed odd but Steve shrugged it off and continued in to the room.

He places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder causing him to jump at the touch. “Hey just wanted to let you know that there is dinner in the kitchen everyone is waiting for you. Have you heard anything from (Y/N) yet?” Bucky shakes his head. “Hey what’s up with you you’ve been weird for this whole mission and even now?”

“Its nothing Steve, I just been dying to sleep in my own bed now.”

He rolls his shoulder pushing Steve’s hand off of him. He heads out leaving Steve behind, Steve takes a deep breath and drops his head. He was only trying to help. A picture on the ground catches his eyes, he stoops down to pick it up. It’s the picture from one of your days on the beach together. Bucky and You had romped along the beach all day playing in the water and building numerous sand castles only to have the other knock it down. Here though you both had laid down tired from the day, your head was on his chest, his arm wrapped around you both sleeping under an umbrella. It was one of your favorites, flipping it over he reads your words.

His heart breaks, suddenly everything makes sense. Bucky’s attitude, he wouldn’t focus to save his life missing quite a few easy shots during the mission; the room, he looks up none of your personal things could be seen, there was nothing scattered about like you usually have. So thats what happened, he whips around and chases Bucky down. He starts waving the photo as he sees him sitting at the kitchen counter, not fully taking in his surroundings.

“What the heck is this?” Shoving it in his face. Bucky grabs it and looks at the photo before turning it over. He reads the words but doesn’t quite comprehend it all, so he sits and stare trying to make it say something else. He thought he wanted to move on from you that you weren’t enough but now, he wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t cared while you had screamed at him and begged him to explain.

“Answer me Bucky what happened between you and (Y/N)? Why isn’t she coming back?” You could here a pin drop it was so silent in the room all gaping at Bucky.

“That’s why she is not here?“ Tony half standing now from where he had been sitting on the couch.

“Tell me!” Steve snaps. Taking Bucky by the collar and forcing him to look him in the eye.

“I….I broke up with her.” He whispers, “Right before the mission.” His voice keeps getting smaller.

“Why? Why would you ever want to do that?” Steve pleads. “She was your everything. You couldn’t stop talking about her when she wasn’t with you and when she was you were attached at the hip. She’s your best friend, a kind of friend I can never be.”

“I thought…” He trails off not wanting to phrase the next part wrong . “I thought I wanted something else… someone else.”

“You arrogant son of a… Did you cheat on her?” Tony growls.

“No I couldn’t do that. Not to her.”

“But you could break up with her out of the blue after she gave you everything!”

“Hey whoa back up, now let’s calm down and talk it out” Sam is standing pulling Tony back by the shoulder trying to mediate before tensions could rise further. “Sit down Tony this isn’t going to help anything.”

Tony sits with a huff. Sam faces Bucky meeting his eyes. “Bucky I’m guessing you’re regreting breaking up with her now. Why?”

“I walked in the room and nothing felt right it wasn’t home, I looked for anything to hold on to buts all gone. She took everything of hers is gone even out here. The book she kept on the side table. The bankets, even the pillows every single one is gone. She disappeared and it like I’m missing a part of myself. I don’t know what to do.“

“And this person you were leaving her for, she doesn’t make you feel this way? Does she make you happy? Maybe you just need to get used to the idea that (Y/N) is gone.”

Protests were heard all around. Sam held up his hands shushing them as he went to explain himself. Bucky was looking even more confused staring now down at his hands like they held the answer.

“All I’m saying is I don’t want you trying to get her back just because you are used to her being there. She was a constant but you drifted away from her for a reason. I want you to decide whether she is everything you could ever want and need now and forever. That she is going to be the only one always. Or you can let her go and you both move on with your lives. You need to know she is not just going to let you back in after what you did to her. You are going to have to fight to get her back. It may take a long while longer than either of you may like but you have left a very broken girl in your wake. I want to you to be absolutely certain you love her with all you have.”

Now everyone is staring at Sam. They tend to forget he is a councillor for the VA so everything that he just said made so much sense and very true. Now the question was he willing to fight for you?

To be continued……

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Sick Day

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean has the flu

Word Count:  2311

Warnings:  None. I think I fluffed.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Sick Day

Kicking the covers off, you give up. Dean has been tossing and turning all night, and you can’t take it anymore.

Crossing to the other bed, you shake Sam gently. “Mmm…” he answers.

“Sam,” you say, shaking harder, “Sam, scoot over.”

“Hmm?”

“Scoot over.”

He rolls over onto his side and you climb into his bed. When the three of you had to share a room, you always opted to sleep with Dean. Sam tends to take up the entire bed with his massive frame. Dean isn’t much better, but you still end up with a little more room in his bed.  

Sam rolls back over onto his other side, snoring softly. Dean moans incoherently in his sleep from the other side of the room. You’re not sure if bunking with Sam is an improvement in your sleeping conditions, but eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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Drowning. Keith was drowning.

He was being tossed about in a torrential sea of panic and confusion. He gasped and choked and scrambled frantically, grasping for some sort of clarity, a drop of lucidity, sometime solid to hold and catch his breath.

With a hoarse cry he found himself bolt upright among his sheets, in the dark little room which was glaringly unfamiliar until he remembered that he was staying with Shiro.

He gasped for air, cold sweat moving down his face. Each breath itched and tore at his throat, and he felt scalding-hot tears threatening behind his eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps, the dull click of a light switch, and Keith was momentarily blinded. He blinked a few times, and Shiro seemed to materialize in front of him, kneeling by the edge of the futon with his arm outstretched cautiously, hovering uncertainly near Keith’s shoulder.

“I heard you yell,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Keith rasped. “It’s nothing.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Keith shrugged dismissively, not meeting Shiro’s eyes. Shiro frowned a bit, but didn’t push. “Do you want a glass of water?” he asked. His voice was soft, careful, like he was talking to a frightened animal. Keith wanted to scream. Or cry. Or both.

He cringed inwardly at himself. He was thirteen years old, not a baby anymore. He should have better emotional control.

“I’m fine Shiro. Go back to bed,” he said flatly.

He turned away as Shiro walked towards the door, and felt a shameful prickle of dread when the light died. Suddenly, the was a weight on the futon beside him. He turned to see Shiro settled above the blankets, hands folded on his stomach, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. He gave Keith a little grin.

“What are you doing?” Keith snapped, crossing his arms. “Go back to your bed, idiot.”

“I’m protecting you from the monsters under the futon,” Shiro said matter-of-factly.

Keith’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth opened and then closed again. Then his features settled into another grimace. “Don’t be stupid.”

Shiro placed a hand on his chest and sent Keith a look of mock outrage. “Excuse me, I have military training, do you not trust me to protect my little bro from the monsters under his futon?”

Keith reached for his pillow and smacked Shiro with it. Shiro laughed and held his arms up against Keith’s attacks. “Stop! Being! Dumb!” Keith shouted, trying (and failing) to keep the laughter from his voice. His chest felt warm. “Little bro”.

He’d never had any siblings. He’d never had anyone willing to climb into bed with him after a nightmare or make him comfort food when he was sad or steady him when he was panicking. He’d never had someone who cared about him like Shiro did.

And as he thought this, they both began to settle. It was a while before they slept, each having a tendency to start talking randomly, eliciting a groan of annoyance from the other, but eventually they both drifted comfortably, side by side.

Keith had never slept so peacefully in his life.

~three years later~

Shiro choked out a cry as he was launched out of the nightmare and into the cold, dry reality of his tiny room in the castle.

The cursed softly, burying his head between his knees. It had been like this for a while. If the various little souvenirs from his trauma that presented themselves in his waking life were bad, his dreams were absolutely harrowing.

He gritted his teeth and withheld a sob. His heart was pounding like a jackrabbit’s, and his skin felt clammy and cold. He tried controlling his breaths, soothing himself piece by piece.

And then the silence was broken by the thin sound of his door sliding open. He looked up to see Keith by his bed, face tight with concern. He felt the boy’s chilled fingers against his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Not sure,” Shiro croaked. He couldn’t help but notice how young Keith looked in this moment. In the past year Keith had hardened, face pulled into a near constant scowl, always wire-taught and ready for a fight. But now, in the dark with his ruffled hair and wide eyes, he looked like a child again.

“I mean… I’m fine. Just a weird dream,” Shiro assured, trying for a confident smile which was somewhat belied by his visible shaking.

Keith’s brows drew together and his jaw set. “Move over,” he demanded. Shiro cocked an eyebrow and Keith gave him a gentle nudge. He shifted reluctantly as Keith crawled into bed beside him.

“Keith, you don’t have to-”

“I’m a paladin of Voltron,” Keith said matter-of-factly. “I think I can be trusted to protect my big bro from the monsters under his bed.”

Shiro felt a swell of fondness, and he smiled genuinely. Keith gave him a small smirk and an affectionate shove to his jaw. Shiro allowed himself to settle as Keith babbled softly, snorting and listening and snarking back until they seemed to naturally lapse into silence.

Shiro had never slept so peacefully in his life.

why r ppl bein so damn depressing about this fandom lately .. it’s getting me down bro.. 5sos are coming back eventually and of course it’s ok to drift away while they’re gone but it’s a lil disheartening to see people acting like their career is coming to end or that no one cares about them anymore just bc they feel distant from the band.. like i’m still outchere. chillin. ready to die for any one of them. and i know y'alls asses will jump right back on this hell train when they come back

About a Girl [1]

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: dad!au & CEO!au

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue 

Meet the new nanny.


You stared up from the slip of paper that you held in your hand, an address scribbled on it. This was it. This was the building that your newest employer resided in. You took a deep breath before pushing into the buildings revolving door. 

Upon entering you noticed a security guard at a desk a few feet away. Whoever had hired you sure lived in a nice place to warrant security in the building. The man gave you a slight smile, “Can I help you ma’am?”

You nodded, “Yes please. I’m here for Kim Namjoon. He lives in apartment 441.”

The man grabbed a clipboard, flipping through a couple pages. “Could you tell me your name?”

“Y/FN/LN.”

“Ah, yes. Miss Y/LN.” He put down the clipboard as his smile became a little more sincere. “You’re the new nanny to little miss Jangmi I hear. She’s a good girl, I can’t imagine she will give you much trouble. It’s her father you’ll wanna watch out for.”

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook pt.05

{ pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff-ish/slap in the face

Word Count: 4,643

~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡


The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.

I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.

It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.

I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.

 "I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“

I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.

 "My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.

 "Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.

 "Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.

Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.

I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.

Do you still wanna talk?

My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.


I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.

 “Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.

The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.

I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

 “It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.

I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.

 “(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”

Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”

His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.

 “You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”

I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.

 “I like you.”

I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”

“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”

I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.

 “Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.

 “I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”

 “Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”

He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”

 “So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”

 “Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”

 “Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.

 “Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”

Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.

 “How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”

 “Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”

 “Try me.”

I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.

 “You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”

Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.

 “Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.

 “No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”

He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.  

 “Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.

 “You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”

Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.

 “I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”

There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.

Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.

He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.

His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.

 “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”

His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.   

 “Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.

 “Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.

I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.

 “Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.

 “I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.  

 “Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.

 “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”

I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”

He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.

My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.

 “I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.

I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.

Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.

 “Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”

He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.

 “Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.

My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.

My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.

 “Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.

 “You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.


The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.

But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.


Stay

Originally posted by geezerwench

Originally posted by mrstane

Request: Imagine your Jax’s best friend and your back in town and he begs you to stay.


I decided to make this long instead of breaking it into parts, its 10,000+ words, let me know what you all think!

 Sorry I’m not writing as often,but please be patient and I’ll get there. Thank you for all your support. I hope you enjoy this. xx

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“Jackson Nathaniel Teller get your ass back here right now!”
Jax froze midstep and hung his head whilst you fought to keep the smug smile off your face as you slowly crept forwards.
“You too, (Y/F/N), (Y/L/N)!”
A groan left your lips and slowly in sync, both of you turned to face the wrath of Gemma Teller.
She stood in the doorway of her house, hands on her hips, elbows out, and an angry flint in her eyes.
Jax sighed and nudged you with his elbow.
You exchanged a dreaded glance with him and together you walked towards his mother.
“Either of you little shits wanna tell me why i have three missed calls from the principal?”
Gemma said, her voice stern and her eyes burnt through the both of you.
Even on a good day, you knew better than to mess with Gemma, and today was definitely not a good day.
“It was nothing, Gem.” You said and fluttered your eyelashes pleadingly, hoping that your puppy-dog effect might rub off on her. Of course it didn’t work. This was Gemma Teller, after all.
Gemma raised her eyebrows at you and her gaze lingered on you before she glanced at her son.
“Jackson?”
Jax sighed and rubbed his hand through his thick blonde hair.
“It was nothing Ma. Just some kids getting smart. We handled it.”
Gemma stared him down with pursed lips till he looked at his feet and Gemma leant against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who threw the first punch?” She asked.
You looked at Jax and he met your eye before his infamous smirk spread across his lips.
“She did.” Jax said and nodded towards you.
His mother glanced you over and reached her hands towards you.
She grasped her hands either side of your face and leant close before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Good girl.” She said.
You grinned and Jax laughed beside you.
“Now get your ass home before I have your parents calling me too.”
You nodded and waved goodbye to Gemma.
Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and walked along side you as you walked down the driveway., the afternoon sun shining down on you between the trees.
“I told you she wouldn’t be mad.” Jax said and you scoffed and laughed.
“You think I was worried? You shoulda seen your face!” You teased and Jax laughed too.
Both of you walked along the pavement as the sun shined down on you, teasing each other and laughing as he walked you home.
Eventually you stopped outside your house and you could both see your father, peering out at you through the gap in the curtains.
You rolled your eyes and turned to Jax.
“See you tomorrow?”
“Me and Ope will pick you up.” He confirmed.
You nodded and smiled at your best friend and he smiled back, the same smile that made your heart swoon.
And you walked into your house, leaving a sixteen year old Jax Teller on the street, watching after you and hoping that maybe one day his best friend would be his old lady.

You had grown up in Charming, born and raised and you loved the little town and all its unique quirks.
The sun was always shining, the weather was always warm and the towns people were always smiling. Well, almost always..
It was the roar of motorcycles flooding down Main Street that changed their faces from happy and content smiles to disapproving frowns and glares.
The Sons of Anarchy had always done their part in Charming, helping out at fundraisers and the town knew they could rely on the club when times got tough. Yet they often seemed to forget that, and seemed to focus on the danger that emitted from them.
Your father was one of those people, and he had been furious the first day he saw Jax Teller and Opie Winston walk you home from school.
He had warned you your whole life to stay away from ‘boys like that’, and he had lived his whole life in fear of the Sons of Anarchy.
They were gunrunners, criminals, outlaws and killers and he didn’t want his precious daughter to be mixed up with such horrid people.
But when you were seven years old and the boys in your class had stolen your backpack and had been tossing it to each other while you cried, it had been Jax and Opie that had stopped them and made sure no one ever messed with you again.
And from that day on the three of you had been your own little gang.
Your father still didn’t approve and you weren’t sure he ever would, but you didn’t care.
Because when you were with them you didn’t feel like a little girl that couldn’t defend herself.
When you were with them you weren’t afraid of anything.
And you had grown to be tough and strong, after Gemma took you under her wing.
You didn’t have a motherly figure in your life after your mom had passed away and your father had never even dreamt of being with another woman. But Gemma showed you how to be a girl that no one would mess with and you would be eternally grateful to her for transforming you from an innocent lamb into a lioness.
It was only inevitable that you’d fall in love with Jax at some point.
He was carefree, the prince of Charming, and anywhere he walked he left a trail of chaos and girls practically drooling over him.
He was charming and funny, smart, caring, ridiculously handsome and confident and he was fiercely loyal.
You were close with Opie too, of course, but it was Jax that made your heart skip a beat and when he was around somehow you struggled to find words, as the thoughts of him filled your mind.
He was your best friend, the love of your life, the prince of Charming. And you, you were the Girl Next Door. Well, technically you lived down the street, but you knew you would never be good enough for him, that you’d never be his princess.

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Your cheeks were stiff from dried tears and you stared at the sky, watching the sun slowly fade into the horizon.
Opie passed the joint to you and you took a long drag before passing it to Jax, who sat on the other side of you.
The three of you sat in silence, unsure of the right words to say.
Honestly you didn’t want them to say anything. You didn’t want anyone to say anything.
Nothing anyone said could change what had happened.
Your father was dead. You had been the one to find him, seated at the kitchen table, gun in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
He had never really recovered after losing your mother and he had struggled raising you alone. Still, you never thought he would leave you. At least not like that anyway.
The smoke filled your lungs but your body remained numb.
And so the three of you sat in silence, on the concrete ledge of the roof of the funeral home, dressed all in black as you mourned the loss of your father.
Jax hadn’t left your side since you’d found your father, dead in the kitchen and you knew both himself and Opie had been uncomfortable, attending the funeral of your father, a man who had disapproved, no, hated them.
But they had decided to attend, to support their best friend.
Jax knew what it was like to lose a father and you were eternally grateful for his support.
They had stood either side of you as you read the passage in front of your fathers friends and family, and they had sat beside you while you sobbed over the freshly covered grave.
But now your tears had dried out and the reality was sinking in.
Your mother was gone, your father was gone, and you had no family left.
At least not in Charming.
That was why your Aunty was shipping you off, forcing you to move across the country to live with her.
“When do you leave?” Jax asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence.
You glanced at him and met his gaze, his blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Tomorrow.” You whispered, your voice cracking slightly.
Jax nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you rested your head on his shoulder.
Opie squeezed your hand gently before standing and heading downstairs to find a drink, leaving the two of you alone.
For a while you sat in silence, his arm around you as you stared out at the horizon.
Everything seemed so fragile, so small. Every moment was fleeting, passing by and you weren’t sure if any of it really mattered anymore.
“I love you, (y/n).” Jax whispered.
A sad smile formed on your lips and you nodded against him.
“I know.” You whispered.
You knew he loved you, as a friend.
But even now, as you sat at your fathers funeral, the only thing you wanted was Jax. For him to love you as more than a friend.
But you were leaving.
And he was staying here.
The rest of the night you stayed on the roof, until the early morning and at some point you had fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms. A perfect way to spend your last night in Charming, wrapped in the arms of the boy were hopelessly in love with.

8 YEARS LATER

“Back in black! I hit the sack, Ive been too long Im glad to be back.”
You sung at the top of your lungs as the music poured out of the speakers and your car sped along the familiar roads.
It was only fitting to play such a song as you drove, heading for the town you’d left so many years ago.
You never had made it back to Charming after you had left that morning so many years ago.
Something had always stopped you. Maybe the emptiness that filled your heart every time you thought of your father and the way he had passed, or the heartache you felt when you thought of Jax, imagining him with random girls.
You had no right to be jealous really, it had been eight years since you’d left and you’d kept in contact at first, but eventually you had drifted apart.
The last you heard was that Jax and Opie were prospecting, but it had been years since you’d heard from either of them and you wondered if they’d still be around,or  if they’d even remember you.
You thought about them often, remembering the mischief the three of you used to get up to. the nights you would spend staring up at the sky, or the afternoons you’d spend on the back of their bikes, speeding along the streets with the wind blowing in your hair.
But you had a new life now, a good job, a good apartment. You didn’t have a boyfriend but you didn’t particularly want one.
You were fiercely independent and you did well on your own. There was even talk of a promotion coming up and you knew you were in the perfect position for it.
It had taken you by surprise when you’d received the phone call from the council in Charming, informing you that the tenants of your fathers house had left it in a mess.
He had left you the house in his will and you had become the official owner when you turned 21, but back then the thought of returning to your hometown had been too painful, so you’re Aunt had helped you hire an agency and rent the property out.
But it was time to sell it. There was no point in leaving it with strangers when you could benefit from selling it. You could even use the money to buy your own house in the city, or open your very own business. It was time to move on.
And as you drove a mixture of emotions flooded through you.
Nerves, excitement, fear.
You didn’t know what to expect and one part of you was praying you would run into Jax, and reunite just like old times while the other part of you prayed you wouldn’t.
You knew he would have an old lady by now and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.
He would always be the one that got away, and you don’t think you could truly ever be over the feelings you had for Jackson Teller.
You car sped along the road and before you knew it you passed the familiar ‘Welcome to Charming’ sign.
The town hadn’t changed much and you drove through Main Street, eyeing the familiar shop fronts and the new ones too.
Charming certainly had a certain ‘charm’ about it and no matter where in the world you went, it would always be home.
You knew you couldn’t put it off much longer and you finally turned into the street on which you had lived so many years ago.
You drove past the picket fences and the perfectly trimmed hedges, the front lawns with kids playing outside, under the sprinklers as they laughed in the sun.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you drove past the Teller house and you couldn’t help but glance at the half dozen bikes parked out front.
You gulped and gripped the steering wheel til your knuckles turned white and you drove on and eventually you turned into the driveway of your fathers house.

Birds chirped outside the window and you groaned.
You never had been a morning person but last night you had gotten barely any sleep.
It was hard for you, to be back in this house and the memories had haunted you all night long. It still smelt the same. At least you thought it did and waves of nostalgia kept hitting you, desperate for a time when this was your home.
You sighed and rolled out of bed and rubbed your eyes before yawning and stretching your arms.
Of course, you hadn’t thought about bringing any home appliances with you.
You had only packed a few bags of clothes, unsure of how long you were intending to stay for.
But you’d forgotten that the house was empty, including no furniture, no cutlery, and no fucking coffee.
You rummaged through one of your bags and yanked out a towel and headed for the shower.
The local diner used to make the best coffee in town and you hoped that that was one thing that hadn’t changed over the years.
After a quick shower you tugged on your ripped skinny jeans and pulled an old band t-shirt over your head before shaking out your damp hair and letting it fall down your back.
There was no time for makeup, you needed coffee desperately so you grabbed your sunglasses and your keys and headed for your car.

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The diner had kept its word; it still had the best coffee in town.
But honestly, it could have been the worst, you were too tired to notice. You only craved the hit caffeine.
The old woman behind the counter had remembered you and had insisted on feeding you a full breakfast, the Charming Classic, complete with two eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon, sausages, and grilled tomatoes.
By the time you’d finished your plate you could barely more, you were that full and you slid out of the booth before paying for your meal at the counter.
By now the sun was out and the heat hit you in the face as you walked out of the diner, the bell on the door chiming behind you.
The street was already alive with the hustle and bustle of the morning.
You glanced around the street and smiled to yourself as you looked over the hanging flowers and the store fronts. It was good to be home.
Across the street Jax pulled off his gloves and stuffed them into his pockets.
He lifted his hands, littered with rings and removed his helmet.
The wind blew his blonde hair and he slicked it back.
Chibs and Tig were to his left and Juice was to his right and they too removed their helmets and placed them on their bikes.
Main Street was already buzzing with people and Jax ignored the nervous yet curious looks coming from the locals.
He scanned the street, looking for Hale, when a girl caught his eye.
For a moment, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her.
Her back was facing him and her hair hung loosely down her back. There was something about her, he felt like he knew her, but he needed her to turn around.
“Jax! Let’s go, brother.” Chibs called and Jax snapped back to attention.
“Yeah.” Jax said and stood straight.
He followed his brothers up the street but he couldn’t help but look back.
And as he did, the girl turned flashing her face only for a moment and Jax froze in place.
But almost as quickly as he saw her, she was gone, turning a corner into a store.
“You okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Juice asked with an eyebrow arched.
Jax swallowed and nodded slowly.
“Something like that.”

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Ever since you were young you had always had a habit of twiddling your thumbs when you were nervous. That, and blinking your eyelashes like an idiot.
And right now your thumbs were going wild and you were practically chewing your bottom lip off. To say you were nervous was an understatement and you wanted to start your car, turn around and drive away from here.
But you couldn’t put it off any longer.
You knew deep down you wanted to see him, needed to see him.
But you were filled with dread, knowing that a man like Jackson Teller wasn’t going to be single.
You wanted desperately to see that smile once more but you weren’t sure if you could face his girlfriend. Or worse, his old lady.
You sighed and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
It was now or never.
Before you could change your mind you stepped out of your car and closed the door behind you.
Teller Morrow hadn’t changed much from what you remembered and you glanced around the lot, taking in the sight of it.
Several bikes were lined up and you gulped as you looked at them warily.
It wasn’t too late to turn around.
There weren’t any members outside, and no one had seen you yet.
You could just turn around and walk right out of here.
You were debating your options in your head and you barely noticed when a car pulled in behind you. It was only when the door slammed shut that you turned around.
Your heart leapt into your throat and you stared wide eyed at Gemma Teller.
She stood in her class in ensemble: jeans and a black low cut top, flashing her cleavage and her scar. Her dark hair framed her face and she wore her usual large sunglasses.
You watched her as she shifted her hand bag on to her shoulder. She hadn’t seen you yet, or recognised you at least and your heart was beating rapidly.
“Hey Gem.” You said.
You cursed yourself, knowing how nervous your voice sounded.
Gemma glanced at you and lifted her glasses on top of her head.
“Well well, long time no see.”
You smiled and Gemma walked towards you, arms open wide and you embraced her hug. She had always been the closest thing you had to a motherly figure after your mom died and you hadn’t realised quite how much you had missed her after all these years.
She smelt the same as she used to, perfume and cigarettes and you hugged her tightly.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” She asked you as you parted and she placed her hands on her hips.
You ran your hand through your hair and glanced around the lot.
“I’m selling dads house, so I’m back in town for a while.” You told her truthfully.
You hadn’t intended to stay more than a week, but you had missed this town and the more time you were spending here the less rush you were in to leave.
Gemma nodded as her eyes ran over you.
You were just a teenager when you left, awkward and rebellious. But now you were a fully grown woman and your body had definitely filled out. You had curves now, in all the right places and you looked a hell of a lot different to when you left. But your eyes were the same, always sparkling and you still had the familiar traits Gemma remembered.
You had broken her sons heart when you left and she knew you probably had no idea of the hurt you had caused that boy.
“Well lets go inside. I, for one, could use a drink.” She winked at you and you grinned back.
Gemma linked her arm through yours and together you walked towards the clubhouse.
You had seen the number of bikes outside and your heart was beating rapidly in your chest.
You weren’t sure what type of welcome to expect.
Gemma must have sensed your nerves and she squeezed your arm gently before pushing open the door.

The smell hit you almost instantly and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you.
Alcohol, ciggarettes, and cheap perfume were the essence of the Clubhouses very own signature fragrance and you breathed it in deeply.
Your eyes scanned the room, taking in sight the empty table and sofas and the empty bar.
“They’re in Church.” Gemma told you and you nodded.
You were thankful you weren’t walking into a room full of Sons but now your nerves were back, knowing it was only those wooden doors that separated you from Jax. This was his territory, his home, and you were invading it. You weren’t sure if he’d even want to see you, let alone have you in his clubhouse.
“You wanna beer?” Gemma asked you.
“Please.” You nodded and smiled, following her to the bar.
Your eyes continued to scan the room and you looked the wall of framed mugshots, standing proud.
A smile formed on your lips as you ran your eyes over the familiar faces, and the unfamiliar ones.
You saw Opie’s and you smiled, looking at the man he had grown into.
The other faces passed you by as you looked at each of the frames and you gulped once you found Jax’s photo, sitting proud beneath the wooden SAMCRO sign.
He hadn’t changed much at all really, although you weren’t sure how old this photo was.
But his hair was still long, and blond, and those blue eyes of his pierced through you. You could recognise those eyes anywhere.
“How longs it been?”
Gemma broke your thoughts and you turned back to her, accepting the beer she was holding out.
“Eight years.” You said.
“Lot of shits changed in eight years.” Gemma said.
You smiled and nodded.
“I know.” You told her. Gemma had always had a way with words and you couldn’t help but feel there was a famous Gemma Teller lecture on the way.
But instead, she surprised you.
“He misses you.”
You looked at her, her dark eyes watching you closely and you knew she wasn’t lying.
But before you could speak you heard a door open and you turned almost instantly.
You didn’t recognise the first man that entered the room, and surely if you had known him you would recognise that mohawk. But his soft face was unfamiliar and  you only recognised the kutte on his shoulders.
He nodded towards Gemma and looked at you curiously before moving into the room, the rest of the club filing in behind him.
“Holy shit!”
Opie practically ran across the room, nearly bowling his old man over in the process and you  moved towards him, unable to keep a grin off your face.
He wrapped his arms around you and swept you off your feet into a tight bear hug.
You laughed as he squeezed you and eventually he placed you back on the ground, where he towered over you.
“Look at you, Ope! Your huge!” You said teasingly and squeezed his large biceps.
He laughed loudly and nudged you.
“Never thought I’d see your face round here again.” Opie said, his tone still light yet the both of you knew how much he meant his words.
You shrugged his comment off and grinned up at your old friend.
It had been years since you’d seen Opie and except the beard he hadn’t seemed to change all that much. His eyes seemed tired, and you could tell he had seen pain but there was still that light that had been there so many years ago.
Silence fell between you but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Eventually more men filled the room and you glanced around,  the butterflies simultaneously returning to your stomach.
And then you saw him.
He walked out of the clubhouse, his head hung low as he blew out a cloud of smoke and passed a joint back to one of his Brothers. He walked with the same kind of swag he walked with as a teen and your heart was almost beating out of your chest when he glanced up and met your gaze.
Blue eyes pierced through you and he froze for a moment, his mouth dropping open as he took in the sight of you.
The rest of the room could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have noticed, the only thing you were focused on was Jax.
Slowly, he began to move towards you, his eyes never leaving yours and you gulped.
Opie glanced between the two of you, sensing the nervous tension in the air and he chuckled lightly before shaking his head and walking to the bar, leaving you to reunite with Jax.

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“Hey.”
Your voice was brittle, nervous but just that one word echoed through him.
For years he had dreamt of this day, dreamt  that one day you would return, and you would stand in this club house once more.
But it had always been just a dream. Jax knew you would have no intention of coming back to this town that haunted you with memories and as you stood before him he fought desperately with his mind, begging for it not to be playing a trick on him.
Begging for this to be real.
He moved closer and his eyes only left yours to glance over your body quickly.
You but your lip nervously and you fluttered your eyelashes. Not in a flirtatious way, but in a way that you had always done when you were nervous.
“You gonna just stare at her?” Opies voice boomed from across the room, followed by laughter.
You laughed too and suddenly Jax knew he wasn’t dreaming.
A grin broke across his cheeks and suddenly his arms were around you, engulfing you entirely into his body.
He lifted you off the floor and squeezed you and you buried your face in his neck, letting his scent fill your lungs and you breathed him in.
Eventually he placed you back on the floor and he stepped back to look at you once more.
His grin never left his face and you stared into his eyes.
“Your back.” He spoke.
You nodded, your eyes never failing to leave his gaze.
“Ye ganna introduce the lass, Jackie?” A voice called from across the room and both of you glanced towards the man who spoke, his wide grin almost distracting you from the scars across his cheeks.
Jax laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder.
Together you walked towards the men.
Their faces were friendly yet curious to see what kind of girl could get both Opie and Jax to react like that.
Jax introduced you to his club, firing off a list of names you would have to ask him to repeat later on.
“And this is (y/n), an old friend.” Jax beamed and nudged you.
You couldn’t help a blush rising to your cheeks as you nodded to the smiling faces.
They welcomed you with cheers as they raised their beers in your direction.
“Come on, let me get you a drink.” Jax said and you followed him to the bar.
Gemma still sat, watching you with an amused look on her face and as Jax approached she stood, smoothing down her shirt and her jeans before pressing a kiss to her sons cheek.
“I’ll leave you two kids to it.” She said with a wink before sauntering off outside.
Jax chuckled and shook his head before passing you a beer and gesturing for you to sit.
You obliged and slid onto one of the barstools before taking a sip.
“So what brings you back here?” Jax asked, his haze falling bak onto you and he looked at you with furrowed brows.
You licked your lips as you placed your beer on the counter and swiped a loose strand of hair out of your face.
“I had some trouble with the tenants in dads old place, so I thought it was probably time to sell it on.” You said.
Jax nodded and took a swig of his beer.
“So your not staying?” He asked.
You shook your head and smiled sadly.
“I don’t think I could.” You said.
Jax studied you closely and he sensed the pain in your voice.
It was still a struggle for you, even after all these years to be back in a town that held such painful memories and that was clear to him. Yet he still couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
It didn’t seem fair that you would leave again, after only just coming back into his life after so many years.
But he nodded understandingly.
“How are you anyway? Couldn’t help but notice your kutte.” You said.
Jax laughed and glanced down at the Vice President patch on his leather and nodded.
“Yeah, its a new addition.” He said proudly.
You sat at the bar for a while, reminiscing on the old times with Jax and Opie joined you for a while before heading home to see his family.
Eventually though it was time for you to head home and you stood and smoothed down your hair.
Jax walked you out and neither of you spoke as you headed for your car.
The night air was crisp and cool and you shivered slightly in the breeze.
Jax noticed and put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his warmth as you walked.
“When do you leave?” Jax asked quietly.
You stopped in front of tour car and looked at him with a shrug.
“Im not sure. Maybe a couple of weeks.” You answered.
Jax nodded and leant against the car as you opened the door.
“You should come by the club tomorrow night. We’re having a party.” Jax said.
You smiled at him and nodded.
“I’ll try to make an appearance.” You winked and Jax smirked back at you.
“It was really good to see you, (y/n).” Jax said quietly.
“It was good to see you too, Jax.” You smiled back.
From the conversations you’d had with him tonight it seemed he was single, no old lady.
But you hadn’t exactly asked outright so you didn’t want tog et your hopes up. Yet you couldn’t help the feeling of hope that crept into your mind.
It was silly, of course. You were leaving. But you couldn’t help but want Jax to feel the same way, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you slid into the seat of your car, waved goodbye to Jax and drove away.
And just like he had all this years ago, Jax watched you drive off. Only this time he felt something had changed.

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It was past 9pm by the time you got home the next day and after fumbling with your keys and flicking the lights on you dumped the load of paperwork onto the floor.
Who knew selling a house would be such a pain in the ass.
You had spent all day with a real estate agent, going over the property and discussing the market.
You had been grumpy all day, after getting barely any sleep yet again, and the last thing you wanted to do was get dressed and go to a SAMCRO party.
You walked around the living room and drew the curtains before sitting on the floor in the middle of the room and opening the carton of chinese food you had bought in the way home.
It probably wasn’t a good idea for you to go to the party anyway, you thought to yourself.
You were only in town to sell this damned house and it would only be a couple of weeks before you left again. It had been nice, seeing Jax again after yearning for him for so long.
But who were you kidding?
He wouldn’t feel the same way, especially not after so many years. And you were leaving.
There was no point in getting attached when it would just hurt more when you had to say goodbye again.
No, you would stay home. On the floor of an empty house eating chinese food.
You’d also bought a bottle of wine and you left the food on the floor as you walked to your bag and rummaged through it to find the bottle.
You pulled it out proudly, almost as if it was a newborn child, and you didn’t bother looking for glasses. You knew there was none.
So you opened the bottle and took a long gulp of wine.
Tonight you would enjoy your own miserable company.

You woke to a loud pounding on the door and you groaned as the room focused in front of you.
It was dark and you rubbed your eyes.
After drinking the bottle of wine and finishing your chinese, at some point you had passed out on the floor of the living room.
The pounding continued and you stumbled to your feet.
“Im coming!” You yelled. What time was it? The sun wasn’t up so it must be late, you thought.
Eventually you made your way to the front door and you swung it open.
Jax stood in the door way, the dark night illuminated by the moon shining down behind him.
“Good morning.” He said with a coy smirk on his face, as he glanced over your rumpled skirt and messy hair.
“What the fuck Jax? What time is it?” You asked and stifled a yawn.
“3.15.” He answered.
You groaned and leant against the doorway and wrapped your arms around yourself.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
Gradually you began to wake up more and you suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze.
You were still dressed in your business skirt and shirt and your hair was a mess.
“You didn’t come to the party.” Jax answered. He glanced behind you, into the empty  house and noticed the bottle of wine and the empty food carton on the floor.
“Yeah, sorry Jax. I got home late.” You explained.
He nodded.
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“Its three in the morning Jax.” You groaned.
Hr laughed loudly and looked at you through his eye lashes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
“Never stopped you before,” He winked.
You sighed and stood straight.
“Let me get changed.” You said before shutting the door ad leaving him in the night as you walked to your bedroom.
What were you doing? You thought to yourself. You had not gone to that party to stay away from Jax. You didn’t want to complicate things. And here he was, on your doorstep in the middle of the night.
You pulled off your skirt and tugged on a pair of jeans before ripping iff your blouse and rummaging through your bags for a sweater.
Its just one ride. You told yourself, desperately trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t a bad idea.
Quickly you tugged on some socks and your boots before walking back to the front door.
You knelt by your bag and pulled out your keys before walking tot he front door, opening and closing it behind you.
The night was crisp and the faint smell of tobacco filled the air as Jax leant against his bike, puffing on  his cigarette.
The moonlight shone down on him and even in this light he was ridiculously handsome.
You locked the door and slid the keys into your pocket and as you approached him Jax tossed his cigarette to the ground.
He held out a helmet and you took it before tugging it down onto your head and buckling the strap.
You watched as he swung his leg over and sat on his bike before looking back at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
You couldn’t help the grin spreading over your face as you placed your hands on his shoulders and swung your leg over the bike and sinking down behind him.
You shifted your hands to bis waist and you clutched at the leather as he brought the bike to life, the loud roar ripping through the quiet night.
Jax turned back to you and you nodded, reassuring him.
Slowly you rolled out of your driveway and you wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and pressed your face against his back, leaning your body with his as he turned the corner.
Gradually his speed increased as you moved through your street and into the open roads and you let the scent of his leather fill your lungs.
The streets blurred past you as the bike roared through the night and you held on toJax tightly.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

After an hour or so Jax pulled into a wooded area and rode slowly through the trees.
The track was familiar to you; it was where he used to bring you when you were young.
The area was surrounded by looming trees but it cleared out into a small opening and you had spent countless nights here, getting drunk with Opie and Jax, or simply lying on the ground and staring up at the stars.
The trees began to clear and Jax pulled the bike to a stop before killing the engine.
You swung your leg over first and lifted the helmet from your head before shaking your hair out and handing it back to Jax.
“This place hasn’t changed.” You said quietly. Your voice sounded delicate in the quiet of the night.
You couldn’t hear the roads from here, and the only sounds were the distant noises of animals and the light wind rustling through the leaves.
Jax followed you as you stepped over the grass and moved into the middle of the clearing, looking up through the opening in the trees and looking at the stars.
It was just as beautiful as you remembered.
You sat on the ground and Jax sat next to you.
Neither of you spoke for a while. You sat content in each others silent company.
“Why did you never come back?”
His words broke the silence and you struggled with your answer.
You glanced down at your hands in your lap and twiddled your thumbs.
“I couldnt.” Was all you said.
Jax nodded slowly and you sighed.
“It was too hard for me. After dad died I just couldn’t bare to bring myself back here.” You told him truthfully. “I was scared.”
You looked back up at the stars and admired their beauty.
“Did you want to? Come back?” Jax asked.
You turned to him and he met your gaze. Even in the dark light his blue eyes shone brightly and you smiled sadly.
“Everyday.” You whispered.
Jax studied you closely.
He reached his hand out and squeezed yours gently. The moment his hand touched yours you felt sparks shooting through your body.
His eyes locked on yours and he moved closer slightly. You weren’t sure if your heart had ever beat faster than it did in this moment.
As your heads slowly moved closer together you noticed everything about him. You noticed the slight speck of green in his blue eyes, barely big enough to notice. You noticed the small scar on his cheek and for a moment you wondered how he got it. You wanted to know everything about his life since you left,you wanted to know everything about this man that was right in front of you. But more than anything you wanted to feel his lips on yours.
Gradually his head moved closer to yours and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. You licked you lips nervously and glanced at his before looking back into his eyes.
Just as the loaning became almost unbearable Jax’s lips pressed against yours and the warmth of his mouth sent currents running through your body.
Your hands reached out and held either side of his face as his wrapped around your body and you whimpered slightly as his mouth moved in sync with yours.
Your lips moved in harmony with his and you ran your fingers through his thick hair, desperately clinging to him.
His mouth grew hungrier and he kissed you more fiercely now,exploring your mouth with his tongue. You could taste the cigarette and whiskey on his lips.
He gently pulled your body down till you were lying and he hovered his body over yours.
You opened your legs and Jax lay between them, his groin pressing against yours and you moaned softly at the weight of him on top of you.
Both of your breathing became more rapid as you made out on the grass like a couple of horny teenagers.
His fingers traced down your body and he gently slid them beneath your shirt and you whimpered softly as the coolness of his rings mixed with the warmth of your skin.
For a moment your lips parted and Jax smirked down at you before tracing his lips down your neck.
You arched your neck for him, allowing him to suck gently at your soft skin and you moaned once more.
His fingers traced further up your body and he cupped your breasts through the fabric of your bra.
You moaned and squirmed beneath him and Jax smirked as he lifted to his knees and tugged your shirt over your head.
Your hair splayed out around you messily and you looked at him through thick eye lashes.
A blush rose to your cheeks as he admired your body and gingerly you sat up and reached behind you to unclip your bra.
You met his gaze as you let the fabric fall from your skin and you tossed it onto the ground beside you before leaning back onto your eyebrows.
Jax licked his lips as his eyes explored your bare chest, and he was amazed that you could be covered in dirt and sweat and still smell and look like the best thing he’d ever seen, and he didn’t waste much time before leaning back over you.
He pressed a kiss to your lips once more before trailing them down your neck and across your chest.
Hr sucked gently as he moved, leaving a faint trail of bruises from your collarbone to your nipple.
You moaned as his tongue licked around your nipple and he sucked gently.
Jax growled at the sound of your whimpering beneath him and an urgency came over him.
His lips sucked rougher around your nipple now and his fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans.
Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at the strands gently.
Once he got your jeans unbuttoned he tugged them down your thighs quickly followed by your panties. He wasted no time in removing his own clothes and he hovered over you once more, his lips exploring your with an urgent hunger.
Your lips moved with his and you felt his fingers stroke through your wet folds and you opened your legs slightly wider, enjoying the feel of his hard cock on your inner thigh.
He works you with his fingers expertly, knowing just how to make you shudder and moan his name into the night.
He moves his fingers against you til your on the verge of your release when he stops and slides himself inside you, his hands moving to hold you by the hips gently.
He fills you slowly and you both moan as you stretch around him.
Slowly he rocks his hips against yours and it doesn’t take long til your begging for more.
His thrusts became rougher and harder and with each move he leaves you breathless.
The night is filled with the sound of your moans and his growls and his skin slapping against yours.
When you cum you scream his name as your walls clench around him and Jax growls as he finds his release, his hot seed filling you.
He slows his movements and gently slides out of you before collapsing to the ground beside you.
Both of you are panting heavily and he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both catch your breath and stare up at the stars.

You pressed your cheek to his leather as he rode through the night, your fingers clutching at the leather around his waist.
You couldn’t quite explain the mixture of emotions that ran through your body as you rode.
Making love with Jax had been everything and more than you could have ever imagined and you were still coming down from that high.
You had both laid beneath the stars for a while, lying naked on the grass.
Jax had helped you dress yourself and plucked leaves from your ruffled hair.
Neither of you had spoken much, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable.
And as you drove closer back into town the reality of what had happened began to hit you in waves.
As the wind swept your hair out behind you a tear rolled down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it away.

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“Are you sure about this, (y/n)?” Your real estate agent asked you.
You rolled your eyes and smiled at him from across the desk.
“For the millionth time, I’m sure.” You told him.
“We could get more for the property if you wait til the report comes back. It wont take more than a week.” He told you, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I know, Jeremy. But I need the house sold, like now.”
“Alright, whatever you say (y/n).” Jeremy said and shuffled the papers on the desk.
“I’ll get the ads up and the paperwork sent off right away.”
You smiled and stood, smoothing down your skirt.
“Thank you.”
Jeremy stood too and walked towards the door of his office before opening it for you.
You lifted your handbag off the chair next to you and swung it on to your shoulder.
“I’ll be round this afternoon to put the ‘For Sale’ signs up.” Jeremy told you.
You smiled and thanked him before walking past him and out of the office.
As you walked you felt your handbag vibrate and you sighed as you pulled out your cell phone.
He was trying to call you, again.
You hit ignore.
That makes it eight missed calls from him. Since you’d woken.
You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d hit ‘ignore’ to Jax’s calls in the last few days.
The last thing you needed was to hear his ‘we’re better off as friends’ speech.
So you saved him the bother and you’d been ignoring his calls ever since he’d left your house that night.
The next morning you’d woken and headed straight to the office,determined to get the house sold, and get the hell out of Charming.
You tossed your phone back into your bag and continued walking to your car.
You fumbled with the keys and eventually unlocked your door.
After sliding in and sticking the keys in the ignition you wound down the windows and turned the radio on, letting the music fill the air.
Your car pulled out of its park and you drove along the street before stopping at a red light.
Seconds past and thats when you heard it.
You could always hear them before you saw them and you gulped and gripped the wheel.
In a matter of seconds a dozen bikes sped past you and you recognised each member that passed.
None of them saw you, however and you were glad.
But that still didnt stop your heart almost beating out of your chest as Jax sped past you followed by his brothers.
Finally the light turned green and you drove on.
You needed to get out of this town, and quick.

The rest of the day passed quickly.
You had spent your time doing touch-ups on the property after you had bought some paint down town, and a camp chair too, so now at least you had something to sit on.
Paint splatters covers your grey tank and speckled your cheeks but you didn’t care. The only person you were seeing today was Jeremy, and he had just left after erecting the ‘For Sale’ sign on the front lawn.
You were lucky he put up with you, really. He had your best intentions at heart and wanted you to get the best price for your fathers property.
But money was the last of your concerns. You just wanted it sold.
So you had argued and argued and finally he had agreed to put the ads out at a generously reduced price.
The house was a steal.
It wasn’t in the greatest of conditions but for the price you were asking for, you knew the buyer wouldn’t care.
A bargain.
You heard a knock on the door faintly over the blasting noise of your music.
A frown came to your lips and you knelt, resting your pain brush on top of the bucket.
You hadn’t heard any bikes pull up yet you still didn’t feel completely relieved.
Its probably just Jeremy. You told yourself as you walked through the house.
You quickly turned the volume down on your portable speakers and walked to the door.
As you reached for the handle you wiped your hair out of your face and swung it open.
It wasn’t Jeremy.
It was Gemma fucking Teller.
She stood leaning against the wall, her oversized sunglasses framing her face.
You sighed when your saw her pursed lips and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“What do you want, Gemma?” You asked.
She would have to be deaf to not hear the attitude in your voice and she raised her eye brows at you.
She paused before speaking, taking in your messy bun and your paint splattered face and clothes.
“That how you answer the door to all your visitors?” She asked coolly.
“Only the ones I don’t wanna see on my doorstep.” You bit back.
You had no right to be so catty, really. Gemma had done nothing wrong, and neither had Jax. It was you that had cut all contact yet you still felt irritated having her turn up like this and you knew she was about to give you one of her famous lectures.
She smirked slightly at your words and lifted her sunglasses, letting them sit on her head.
“There a reason you’ve been avoiding phone calls?” She asked you, her dark eyes watching you closely.
“Been busy.” You shrugged.
Gemma sighed and stepped closer.
“Listen here, missy. I don’t know what happened between you and Jackson. But you have no right to turn up in this town after all these years and break his heart all over again.”
You glared at her but she didn’t budge.
“You owe him an explanation at least. Dint you dare leave town without telling him exactly why you came back just to rip his heart out.”
Her words cut through you like ice but you didn’t let her see it.
Instead you sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Get off my porch, Gemma.”
She looked you over once more before pushing off the wall and turning her back.
She took two steps before she stopped.
“He loves you. Remember that.” She said over her shoulder before walking down the steps towards her car.
You closed the door quickly and pressed your back against it, looking around the empty room.
Fucking Gemma Teller and her fucking lectures.

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Two days had passed since Gemma had turned up at your front door, and it had been a week since that night with Jackson.
You sat alone in the diner, staring at the plate of food in front of you, poking it gingerly with your fork.
The phone calls had become less frequent but they hadn’t stopped, yet you still hadn’t found the courage to answer any of them. Not even Opies calls.
“Something wrong with the food, darlin?”
You glanced up and saw the waitress standing by the booth, a look of her concern on her face as she looked at the plate of food in front of you, untouched.
“Not at all. Just not as hungry as I thought.” You told her and smiled warmly.
She smiled back at you and left you to your own misery.
You sighed and left the fork on the table, resting your chin in your hand and your elbow on the table and you glanced into the street.
Even at night time Chamring still had a certain spark about it.
The streets, illuminated with street lights and neon signs in windows, the smell of fried food filling the streets.
Gemma was right, of course. You knew you couldn’t leave with out talking to him.
You didn’t even really know why you were ignoring him at all.
Someone had placed an offer on the house today and Jeremy had called you excitedly, knowing your be glad to hear of the progress. But you hadn’t been.
The offer was more than you were asking for yet you couldn’t bring yourself to go down to the office and sign off on the papers.
There was something you had to do first.
You sighed and slid out of the booth and after tossing a twenty dollar tip on the table you left the diner.
You had driven down but you didn’t head to your car.
It was only a short walk to TM,and you could use the time to figure out exactly what you were going to say.

The walk had been a good idea, giving you a chance to clear your mind and as you walked into the TM lot a wave of confidence washed over you.
You saw the row of bikes lined up and the light filling the lot from the open doors of the garage.
Music pumped through the walls of the clubhouse,but it wasn’t loud enough to signify a SAMCRO party, which you were relieved about.
As you walked silently into the lot you could hear the faint banter and smell of weed and almost instantly the nerves returned.
No one had seen you yet, and you knew it wasn’t to late to turn around.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop your feet from moving and gradually you turned the corner to the picnic table.
Jax sat with his back facing you, but you could recognise his blond hair anywhere.
Opie sat beside him and opposite them sat Juice and Tig.
All of them talking amongst themselves, puffing on cigarettes and joints and sipping on beers ad whiskey.
You fumbled with your fingers.
Juice spotted you out of the corner of his eye and he turned to you, smiling warmly.
Eventually they all saw Juice looking at something and all of them turned.
You felt so small, so fragile when those blue eyes fell on you and for a moment you forgot you weren’t alone.
Silence fell and Jax closed his mouth tightly.
The rest of the men stood and Juice and Tig headed inside, nodding to Jax.
Opie walked to you and kissed your cheek before heading inside, leaving you alone with Jax.
He turned his back to you and took a long swig of his beer.
You forced your feet to move and you slowly walked towards the table before sliding onto the bench opposite him.
Jax took a long drag of his cigarette, and you watched him blow it out.
He still didn’t look at you or say anything and you twiddled your thumbs in your lap.
“How are you?” You asked quietly.
Almost instantly you regretted saying anything at all.
Jax glanced at you with a raised brow.
“How am I?” He repeated.
You blushed and gulped, unsure of how to respond.
Jax scoffed and rubbed his hand across his face.
“Jesus Christ, (y/n). What are you doing here?” He asked you. There was a coldness to his tone and you shuddered slightly.
“I.. I thought we should talk.” You said quietly.
“Now you wanna talk? I tried calling you. A million fucking times. But now you wanna talk?” Jax snarled now and you could definitely sense the anger radiating off him.
You stood and dropped your hands.
“This was a mistake.” You said.
“Typical. You cant keep running forever, (y/n).” Jax said.
You had only taken a few steps when he spoke and you stopped.
“I shouldn’t have come back.” You said and Jax spun in his seat.
His nostrils were flared and you knew he was angry.
“So why did you?” He asked and he stood.
“You know why.” You told him and you felt tears rising behind your eyes.
“No. I don’t know. You could have sold the house from the city. We both know that. So why’d you come back? Why now?” He stepped closer to you, narrowing the gap between you and you stepped back.
You didn’t know how to answer him.
“It doesn’t matter why, Jax. The house sold. Im leaving again, so you can just pretend this never happened.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. You had an offer on the house, all you had to do was sign it over.
Jax scoffed and shook his head before looking at you once more.
His blue eyes were filled with fire and you shuddered under his gaze.
“So thats it, huh? Your just gonna forget about me and you?!” Jax snarled, his voice rising.
You stepped back once more and your back hit the wall.
“I could never forget about you, Jackson.” You spat back.
He smirked evilly and moved closer, placing his hands on the wall either side of your head.
“So what, you just wanna fuck me and leave, huh?”
You gulped and glared at him.
“Atleast you got what you wanted.” Jax snarled and turned, walking away from you.
You clenched your fists.
“Fuck you!” You screamed. God, it made you angry that he was right. You had treated him like shit all these years, and especially this week.
Jax shook his head and continued walking.
“You wanna know why it took me so long to comeback?” You yelled.
Finally he turned back to face you and you stepped closer to him, your body shaking with emotion.
“Because I fucking love you, you idiot!” You yelled. “I was so fucking terrified that if I came back you would have moved on, that you’d have an old lady. And i knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that. And yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have fucked you the other night. But i thought id do you the favour of ending things with me. We both know I cant stay here!”
Jax stared at you, his mouth slightly open.
You breathed heavily, and you had never felt more vulnerable that you did right in that moment.
“What did you say?” Jax asked slowly.
You scoffed ad turned around.
“Forget it Jax. I’ll be out of town by the end of the week.”
Your footsteps were rapid as you walked away from him and you didn’t hear him call after you.
Suddenly though, you heard heavy footsteps behind you and before you could react he grabbed your wrist and spun your body to face him.
His hand gripped your face and he crashed his lips against yours.
For a moment you let him in, let him kiss you so desperately.
But you quickly came to your senses and you shoved him away from you with all your force.
“I love you.” He said quietly.
You froze, only your eyes moving to meet his.
“What?” You whispered.
“God, (y/n), I love you. I have since you left.” Jax said.
A tear escaped your eye and you let it roll gently down your cheek.
“It broke my heart when you left. And Ive been with other women, lots of them. But every women I have ever been with, I have seen you. Its always been you.”
His words echoed in your ears and you stared at him as tears rolled down your cheeks.
You stepped closer to him and he reached his hand out, letting his finger gently wipe away the tears.
“I cant lose you again.” Jax whispered.
His blue eyes glistened with his own tears and you gulped before you stepped closer and reached up to kiss his lips.
“The house didn’t sell. I only got an offer.” You told him truthfully.
Jax grinned and shook his head slightly. He reached his hand out and swept your hair behind your ear before holding your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek.
“Dont sell it.” He told you. “Stay here, in Charming.”
“Ive got a job Jax, and an apartment-“
“So quit. We’ll find you work here. Please, (y/n), I cant lose you again.”
You looked into his eyes and saw the hurt you had caused him all these years, the begging.
Slowly, you nodded.
“Okay.”
Jax grinned and pressed his lips against yours.
“I love you, (y/n).  I really love you.”
You grinned back at your best friend, the love of your life.
“I love you too, Jax.”


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Sorry if theres any grammar or spelling mistakes, i can never be bothered editing and my phone loves to auto correct so if it doesn’t make sense i apologise.

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Nervous Touches

Klance Oneshot 

1205 Words

Summary: Keith doesn’t like to be touched, yet he yearns for touch anyways. 

[This is sfw despite what the title may imply]


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ME:A Companions Reactions

Mass Effect Andromeda companions reactions to the Pathfinder having a meltdown after everything they’ve been through.

Liam: Shit, he knew this was coming. After everything they had been through? He’s surprised that it hasn’t happened sooner. He sits with them, their backs propped up against the wall, beers in hand as he just listens to them talk and cry. He puts a hand on their shoulder, offering support and telling them how he admires how far they have come. If romanced: He scoots over and scoops them almost into his lap, squeezing them closely as their chest heaves in sobs, and he rubs their back as he starts telling stories of his past to try and get their mind off of things.

Cora: She makes sure to get them somewhere calm and quiet, and gets them to sit down and rest. Her commando training kicks in and she uses this to get them to breath in, and out. In and out. She recites Sarissa’s manuals calmly and softly until the Pathfinder calms down at least a little, and Cora tells them how proud she is of how they are doing at this job, especially with not having any training whatsoever. Their father picked them for a reason; they can do this. If romanced: she wraps her arms around their chest, hugging them gently. After they calm down a bit, she takes their hand and drags them to her room on the Tempest and has them help her water the plants. It’s not much, but it’s at least relaxing.

Vetra: Oh, no. She’s seen this before. She remembered when Sid had a breakdown after losing mom and dad left. After doing a lot of hunting and digging, she manages to find a package of the Pathfinders favorite cookies and brings them to a nice spot on Kadara, overlooking the scenery. They sit and talk about anything and everything; their lives before the Initiative, their parents, their plans and dreams. If Romanced: Vetra spends all evening making their favorite meal (somewhat butchering it, but the Pathfinder still loves it) and they sit down and watch a movie together. A sappy, romantic thing that lets the Pathfinder let out their emotions and be able to blame it on the movie, all while Vetra hugs them to her side.

Peebee: Uh oh…it’s finally happening, huh? She sometimes forgets everything Ryder has been through. But she’s not really good at the whole…weepy, supportive thing. She knows what helps her, though! So she drags the Pathfinder to her escape pod and they create a zero gravity environment and just float, letting all their pain and worries drift away. If Romanced: After they spend a lot of time just floating, she takes the Pathfinder to their quarters and they enjoy some…stress relief together, after which they just lay together, silently holding and supporting each other, no words needed.

Drack: Oh, jeez. He knew this was coming. He can’t blame the kid; they’ve been through a lot. He thumps them on the shoulder and drags them out to Kadara, where he has set up a shooting range with various targets, many of which are canisters that explode. While they are both shooting, he gives them a talking to about how tough life can be, but he knows how tough they are (for a human) and that they’ll get through it. After a lot of ammo and a lot of explosions, they share a lot of drinks together at Kralla’s Song.

Jaal: Poor Ryder! He cannot believe how they have been holding this in for so long; it’s a surprise they haven’t fallen apart even sooner. He drags them to their quarters and makes them sit down and talk it all out; he refuses to leave until they have gotten everything of their chest. He feels so sorry for all they have been through that even he shares some tears with them, and they spend hours together just talking and letting everything out. If Romanced: He holds them in his arms, stroking their soft hair as they shake and sob. When they finally cry themselves out, they are stretched out on the Pathfinder’s bed, Jaal stroking their cheek and looking lovingly into their eyes. He asks them about everything; their live before they game to Andromeda, their family, their childhood. It’s a long night, but by the end of it they both feel so much better.

Kallo: He isn’t surprised; they’ve been through so much. He isn’t sure how to make them feel better, but eventually gets an idea! He finds a large area of open space and has them come over so that they can fly the Tempest around themselves. He stands behind them, a hand on their shoulder as he instructs them what they have to do. By the end of it, the Pathfinder has a huge grin on their face, and they give Kallo a huge hug (that is returned a little awkwardly).

Suvi: Oh, she feels so bad for them. She meets them in their quarters and makes them a nice cup of her favorite tea (some of the last she has) and she makes them sit and drink it to calm down a bit. She doesn’t know quite what to do, so she launches off on all of the things they have learned about the life in Andromeda. Plants, creatures, even the rocks, she explains everything until the Pathfinder calms down, smiling into their cup of tea. If Romanced: She holds them on the couch, sipping their tea and she reads to them out of the book she is currently reading. Ryder just loves to listen to her voice, and eventually they drift off, tucked against Suvi’s shoulder as she continues reading out loud, stroking their back.

Gil: Well, shit. Had to come eventually. Well, the only thing that can solve this is alcohol and a lot of cards. He takes them out on the town, and they spend the evening playing cards against each other, dancing, and just enjoying themselves to get their minds off of everything. If Romanced: After they enjoy their night out on the town, they go back on the Tempest and Gil takes through the rounds of what he does to take care of the ship, and Ryder sits happily (and somewhat intoxicated) watching him as he waves his arms around, happily describing everything. Eventually they end up in each other’s arms, dancing to music that only they can hear.

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Reyes: When they stumble into his room, he can immediately tell something is wrong. When they collapse on the couch next to him, head in their hands, he leans forward and orders some of their best whiskey, and they share a few drinks as the Pathfinder just talks about everything that has gone wrong so far. Reyes listens quietly, putting a hand on their shoulder in silent support; he knows how hard life can be out here. If Romanced: He wraps them in his arms and stands them up, softly dancing to music (a lot slower than the music that is playing), swaying side to side. After Ryder cries themselves out, they fall asleep with their head in Reyes’ lap on the couch, and he sends a message to make sure no one disturbs them for the next hour or so as he lets them rest, running his hand through their hair.

Avela: She feels so bad for the Pathfinder, and here she is asking even more of them. They’ve been through so much, it hardly seems fair. The next time Ryder visits, she takes them on a small tour through the museum, talking softly about all the pieces they have gathered. If Romanced: She takes Ryder on a tour through Aya, taking them to her favorite spots, letting them see all the grace and beauty of their city. They find a nice spot by a waterfall and Avela surprised them with fresh fruit, which they share together as they listen to the sound of the water. Ryder talks to Avela about everything, what they’ve been through, their stress, all they’ve lost. Avela wraps them in a hug and they sit there, silently enjoying their time together.

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* Request: please do a poly fic!!!!!!

A/N: I’m freaking tired and I’ll regret staying up tomorrow morning, but I finished this. So this was buried deep and I hesitated writing this. Then I got a good idea when I had a weird dream, I basically wrote in here. I hoped I did good as I’ve never really been exposed to anything poly related in my life aside from some stuff on this site. If you guys see anything that doesn’t make any sense or doesn’t match up with what you know then let me know. But I hope you enjoy this.

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You were a little blind to be honest. You just figured your friends (who happened to also be your roommates) were just really touchy-feely. The way Alexander would come home, his shoulders tight with anger and stress. He’d barely get a word out before John would stand from the couch and wrap his arms around his friend. He’d run his fingers through his hair or down his back. Alexander would quickly deflate as the anger evaporated at John’s touch. John would then lead him to the couch and they’d sit side by side. Alexander would lean against John and watch his screen in a sort of daze. It was one of the few times you’d ever see him quiet.

Or the way John would sleepily stumble from his room and plop beside Lafayette on the couch. Lafayette would smirk slightly before grabbing a hair brush from the coffee table and running it down through the other man’s hair. He would tie it up and be finished, even though John looked upset that he was done.

There were the weeks when Alexander and John would be out of state for some law case. Hercules seemed completely lost on these weeks. It unnerved you to see your loud, tough, and boisterous friend seem so spaced. You didn’t enjoy these weeks much either because he and Lafayette would spend more time together, leaving you feeling a little ignored.

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“Angel” Klaus Mikaelson

“You can stay here for as long as you need Elena.” You say as you open the door for her. “You actually don’t know how much this means to me, thank you *yn*.” She says before pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled softly as you hugged her back, you would do anything to help her.

You and Elena had been friends since you were little, your parents had always been close with hers. She had told you about vampires and Bonnie being a witch a few months after she had found out herself. A month after that your father had been killed by an ‘animal attack’. You didn’t know who did it but you swore you would find out. You got so angry that you blurted it out that you knew about vampires to your mum. She had asked you how you had known and it turned out that she had known about vampires for a long time but you never knew how she had found out. Or why she was tolerant of them.

A month ago Elijah Mikaelson emerged, when you had told your mum she panicked because she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the only Mikaelson to return to Mystic Falls. Sure enough, Klaus and the rest of the family had returned. You had never seen Klaus for yourself, but what Elena had told you made you absolutely petrified of him. A week ago your mum decided she wanted to keep you extra safe so she made the house legally yours and said it could now be a safe house. She told you not to invite any vampires inside, even if they were your friends.

Yesterday she had gone out of town for work, she didn’t want to but you insisted that she left because you knew how important her job was to her. It was only a few hours after she had left when Elena rang you, crying. She was panicking about Klaus and what he was going to do to her and everyone she cared about. You didn’t even think twice before offering for her to come over and stay with you until Klaus was killed, so here she was.

“I got some of the bags from the car for you- uff.” You giggle as Damon grunts when he tries to use his vampire speed to go through the front door and ends up getting knocked back. “Would’ve been nice if you’d told me.” He huffs and you roll your eyes. He stands up and raises a brow. “You gonna invite me in or not?” He asks.

“No, this is a safe house that means no vampires are aloud.” You state and he opens his mouth to reply when Stefan appears next to him. “She’s right Damon, in order for it to be completely safe, for Elena no vampires can be invited in.” He says giving him a pointed look. Damon sighs and shuts his mouth before dropping Elena’s bags at the front door. “*yn*!” You look up to see Bonnie and Caroline hurrying towards you.

“Bon!” You giggle and envelope her in a tight hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Elena.” She says before brushing past you and inside. “Oh me to!” Caroline says. “I wouldn’t-” You stop yourself as Caroline tries to get inside.

“No vampires remember blondie?” Damon says sarcastically as Caroline hits the invisible forcefield. “*yn* didn’t mean me when she said that.” Caroline scoffs but her face drops when she sees your guilty face.

“What! *yn* you can’t be serious!” She complains and you just shrug. “I’m sorry Care, but I promised my mum no vampires even if they’re my friends.” You say and she moans. “This could not get any worse.”

“*yn* tell me you got some food in your house!” Jeremy calls from the truck as he and Matt hop out. “Of course.” You laugh. “Sweet, we’ll be in the kitchen then.” Matt says patting your shoulder before they both walk into the house.

“I stand corrected.” Caroline groans.

Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Matt, Jeremy, Elena and you all spend the rest of the afternoon out on the porch playing cards and just having fun. As it started getting dark one by one everyone left, Matt and Jeremy the last to leave until it was just you and Elena sitting outside.

The two of you headed inside and ended up on the couch under a blanket watching some rom-com. “I’m so scared *yn*.” She murmured quietly. “It’s going to be ok Elena, we’re going to defeat Klaus. He’s not going to hurt you.” You whispered and hugged her tightly. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s all of you. Klaus is evil, he’ll do anything to hurt me and manipulate me.” She murmured and you smiled lightly at her selflessness.

“I think we’ve all handled worse than some arrogant vampire who’s clearly underestimated us, because we’re going to kick his ass.” You smile and she giggles hugging me tighter. “Thank you for being such a good friend *yn*, I love you.”

“I love you too Elena.” You grin hugging her back. Eventually we put the movie back on and soon Elena’s drifted off and is fast asleep on the couch. You smile and shake your head, it wasn’t even completely dark yet.

Suddenly the door bell rang causing you to jolt. Elena mumbled and her face twitched as she woke up. “I’ll get it.” You whispered and she nodded before closing her eyes again, she deserved a rest.

You sighed and paused the movie before heading to the door. You were wearing pyjamas and you looked like a mess but you didn’t really care at this point. “Hi how can I help you?” You ask as you pull open the front door.

The hairs immediately stand up on the back of your neck and goosebumps rise on your skin at the sight of the man before you. He was handsome, but had a mysterious aura around him that you didn’t like. He smirked and said nothing as he looked you over. You studied his face and the breath caught in your throat when you stared into his eyes. They were dark and had lost the shine a man his age should have, they almost looked soulless, like he had seen to much horror in this world. But there was also an evil glint hidden behind that as well, that was what you feared.

“Y-you’re Klaus aren’t you?” You mumbled and his smirk widens.

“You certainly catch on quickly love.” He spoke huskily and fear ran through your body at his cold voice.

“You can’t compel me, I take vervain every day.” You spoke and he chuckled. “I have no doubt you would love, and why would I compel you when I can already have so much fun with you?”

“What do you want?” You spat as your confidence grew knowing he couldn’t get to you. “I just heard that Elena was moving to a safe house, thought I might as well get to know the person she’s staying with considering I’ll be keeping tabs on Elena and what not.” He smirks.

“Go to hell.” You hiss and he laughs.

“You know I didn’t expect you to be so ravishingly beautiful, but feisty too? Now that was a surprise.” He grins and that just makes you more infuriated.

You were done with his games so you grabbed the door and moved to slam it in his face.

“Uh, uh, uh I wouldn’t do that.” He tuts. “Why not?”

“Because I was out and happened to stumble upon this.” He says and you peer through the crack in the door to see him holding Elena’s diary in his hand.

“How did you get that?” You asked angrily ripping the door open causing his smirk to widen.

“It was just lying around, now I was thinking we could read a bit from page twenty there’s some quite juicy stuff about Damon in here..” He says as he flicks through the pages.

You didn’t know what caused you to do it, probably because of how fiercely loyal and protective you were of Elena. You knew how personal that diary was to her and seeing someone like Klaus read it made you sick.

So you instinctively reached your hand out to snatch it from him. Everything happened so quickly, suddenly his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you outside of the safety of your home and whipped you around to pin you against the wall.

Suddenly his eyes were pierced into yours as he barred you from escaping. You shivered under his intense gaze as he studied every inch of your face. “I like this fire in you.” He spoke.

“Just go ahead, kill me.” You spat and his eyes softened.

Klaus didn’t know why he was so intrigued by this human girl, maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was her vulnerability, maybe it was her loyalty to her friends, maybe it was her tenacity but it was probably a combination of all of them. He couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that she just assumed he would kill her right away, but at the same time couldn’t blame her. His reputation preceded him.

“I’m not going to hurt you love.” He chuckled as he brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rose up on your skin as he trailed his fingers down your neck and your heartbeat quickened as he traced his finger across your collarbone lightly.

“You know what skill comes with being a thousand years old? I can tell by someones heartbeat what they’re feeling. Whether it’s fear, excitement, arousal.” He spoke softly as he licked his lips.

“Right now you’re probably trying to figure out whether your scared of me or rushing with adrenaline at the thought of being this close to me.” He whispered as his lips brushed against your ear causing you to close your eyes.

“But I already know the answer.” He murmurs into your ear. “Maybe you aren’t as innocent as you think you are love.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your ear.

You heard a whoosh and you slowly peeked your eyes open. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself as you glanced around to see you were the only one on the porch. You shook your head and calmed yourself down before heading inside even though you were still shaken up with what had just occurred.

Had Klaus just been flirting with you?

And more importantly did you like it? No of course you didn’t he was evil, he was after Elena and he couldn’t be trusted.

“Who was that?” Elena mumbled sleepily. “Just some sales person.” You laughed shakily but she was too tired to notice as you sat back down, your mind whirring a million times an hour.

“Hey *yn*, I didn’t think you were working tonight?” Your manager asked when he saw you walk behind the bar. “I’m covering for Matt, he’s got an exam tomorrow and is in desperate need of study.” You sigh as you slip on your Mystic Grills shirt over your singlet. You dump your bag in the back and chuck your hair into a high ponytail as your manager laughs at your expense about how you were to nice for your own good and couldn’t say no.

That was partially true, but Matt had been failing a lot of his classes this year and you were glad to see him so eager to study, so you had actually offered to cover his shift. But you didn’t tell your manager because you knew he’d just pay you out even more for being soft.

You kind of wanted to get out of the house anyway, Elena was ‘studying’ with Damon on the porch, which basically meant constant flirting. You could hear their laughs all the way up to your room. It was kind of frustrating, it was so obvious she had feelings for him yet she was stuck in this love triangle and didn’t know how to escape it.

Even though it wasn’t ideal spending your Sunday night at the Mystic Grill, it was better than nothing. It had been a few days since your run in with Klaus and you had managed to push it to the back of your mind as school took over.

You had just served a cocktail to a customer and had begun wiping the bench down when an attractive guy sat at one of the stalls.

“Hi, welcome to Mystic Grill how can I help you today?” You asked politely as you slung the towel over your shoulder and approached the guy. A mischievous smirk lit up his face when he saw you. “I’ll have whatever you recommend, darling.” He spoke smoothly. His accent was different, but you liked it and you blushed at his nickname. “I uh can get you a beer?” You spoke and you wanted to punch yourself in the face at your awkwardness.

A beer? Really?

“Sounds wonderful darling.” He chuckled in amusement at how obviously flustered you were. You said nothing else as you hurried off in embarrassment to grab a beer bottle from the fridge. Ok act cool, you thought.

You painted on a confident smile as you walked back over to him and you slid him the beer. “Thank you darling.” He smiled.

You were to embarrassed to notice but as he reached for the beer in your hand, your vervain bracelet brushed against his hand. Being an original he wasn’t to affected by it and managed to act like nothing had happened but he had felt it. Immediately his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he studied your innocent face.

You knew about his kind.

He said nothing else as he took a swig of his beer and followed your movements as you went to greet another customer.

Once you were free of customers he had a chance to talk to you again. “So have you lived in Mystic Falls your whole life?” He asks and you nod.

“Born and raised.”

“It’s quite odd how many animal attacks there are in this town isn’t it?” He suddenly spoke causing you to go rigid.”Um yeah I guess, but we do live near quite a big forest so…” “Mm I suppose so, it’s still quite odd though, like there’s something that’s not quite right…” You had no idea what to say as you struggled to find the right words.

“Kol, stop pestering the poor girl.” A familiar voice spoke and your blood ran cold as you saw Klaus walking up to the bar. It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together, this was Kol Mikaelson, Klaus’ brother.

“What do you want?” You snap. “I’d like a glass of bourbon please.” He spoke and your eyes narrowed. “It seems you’ve met my dearest brother then.” Kol said glancing at Klaus and you gritted your teeth as you poured Klaus a glass of bourbon.

God you wished you could poison him right now. You said nothing as you slammed the glass on the table causing the liquid to slop out the sides before you marched away from the two.

“She’s a feisty thing.” Kol smirked in amusement.

“She’s one of Elena’s little friends.” Klaus replied.

“Ah, Elena Gilbert.” Kol said. “Shame about the vervain, imagine the fun you could have with her if you could compel the little thing.” Kol grinned as he studied your figure.

Klaus’ grip on his glass tightened as he took a sip, his eyes trained on you as you forced a smile when you served a customer.

Kol noticed instantly at his brother’s uncomfortableness and his smirk widened.

“You don’t have a soft spot for the girl do you?” Kol laughed and Klaus glanced at him.

“No.” He lied.

“*yn* you can head home now, we’re closing in half an hour anyway.” Your manager spoke and you sighed in relief. You said goodbye to him before hurrying into the back, you grabbed your shoulder bag and slung it over your shoulder. You glanced over to see Klaus and Kol at the pool table. Hopefully you could sneak out before they saw you and to where Matt was picking you up. You wanted to decline but he insisted on doing it considering you covered his shift.

As you hurried out the door Klaus happened to look over at the bar to see that you weren’t there. He looked over just in time to see you walking out the door and he murmured to Kol he’d be back before hurrying out after you.

You could hear footsteps behind you as you checked your phone when you saw you had a text from Matt saying he’d be here in five minutes.

You glanced over and resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the sight of Klaus.

“What?” You snapped and he tutted at your tone.

“I was just checking you were getting home safely.” He spoke and you scoffed.

“good to know the serial killer vampire cares about me getting home safely.” You sneered and his jaw clenches.

“How are you getting home?” He repeats and you roll your eyes.

“My friend is picking me up.” You replied.

“Who is your friend?” He asked. “That is none of your business.” You smiled sarcastically before looking back down at my phone.

“Why do you care anyway?” You question after a few moments of silence.

“Because you intrigue me, love.” He replied.

“And if I’m a thousand years old and a human of all things interests me, then they’re clearly worthy of my care.” He said softly and you studied him carefully.

“Why am I so interesting to you?”

“I’m not even sure I can answer that sweetheart.” He spoke calmly and it was the first time you had seen the vampire so gentle and vulnerable. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. But then you remembered how he had killed Elena’s aunt and all those other people and you knew that the way your heart was beating was wrong.

Klaus was about to say something when a horn honked and you peered over to see Matt pulling up across the road.

“I got to go.” You say awkwardly and before he can get another word in you’ve pulled the bag across your shoulder again and ran across the road.

He noticed that in your hurry to escape a small book had fallen out of your bag. He opened his mouth to call out to you but shut it and decided against it as he studied the leather book.

Klaus sat down on the ground next to the lamp post and opened the book carefully. Inside three quarters of the book was filled with polaroid pictures all with captions. He began at the start which happened to be the start of your freshman year. Pictures of you and a young Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennet and Caroline Forbes filled the pages with captions about what happened and why the photo was taken and he realised every photo held a precious memory.

He smiled and traced his finger across a photo of a younger you smiling happily with Elena. He flicked through every page as you got older and older, and he noticed that the older you got the more photos of animals you captured. Dogs, birds, sheep anything that caught your eye you had snapped a photo.

He smiled softly at the sight of a beautiful horse and realised it had been the focus of many of your photos. Horses were his favourite animal, maybe they were yours as well. His forehead creased when he spotted a photo of you in a cheerleaders uniform and a blonde haired football player placing a kiss on your cheek. The caption was titled “Me and Matty xx” and he couldn’t help but let his annoyance grow.

As he neared closer to the present day more photos of you with boys were pasted in. He grew even more annoyed when he saw numerous photos with Stefan and Damon Salvatore. One photo particularly annoyed him, it was a photo of you and Damon, he had obviously said something that made you laugh and you were grinning and looking at him happily. He knew nothing romantic was going on in this photo but it irked him that you looked at him like that. With trust and care. Damon Salvatore was a killer yet you were comfortable around him?

He finally reached the most recent photo from a few days ago and his heart sank, it was a photo of you, probably when you were around five, beaming and clutching a man tightly.

The caption read ‘1 year since you were taken from me, I love you daddy, I will find the vampire that murdered you, I promise xxx’

He sighed shutting the book so he didn’t have to look at that photo anymore, he knew he hadn’t killed your father but he still felt horrible knowing that his kind had taken a loving father away from an innocent girl.

You sighed as you smoothed out the creases in your stiff dress. Elena had convinced you and practically had to drag you out of the house to get you to come to this stupid town afternoon tea thing. You didn’t know what it was for considering Mystic Falls had so many events it was hard to keep up.

You had finally escaped the clutches of the constant nattering from the adults and had managed to sneak out into the garden. You had come across a beautiful horse and cart outside. You couldn’t resist the urge to go admire the magnificent white creature. You smiled softly as you stroked the stallions muzzle admiring his dark brown eyes and the way his muscles rippled under his skin.

“I thought I might find you out here.”

You looked over to see Klaus walking over to you, he was in a tux with his tie hung loosely around his collar. He looked good.

You were no longer afraid of him, you had realised he wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Horses are my favourite animal.” You replied as you stroked the horse gently.

“They are indeed beautiful creatures.” He spoke as he stood beside you and petted the horse softly.

“The only time my father ever got close to destroying me was when he killed my horse.” Klaus said and I looked up at his face, his eyes had glazed over and his jaw was clenched and for the first time I felt sorry for him.

“I’m sorry.” I said quietly and he snapped out of his angry gaze to look at me and his features softened.

“I’m sorry too love.”

“Sorry about what?” I questioned.

“About your father…” He trailed off and my forehead creased. “how do you know about my father?” I asked and he sighed and guiltily reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out my leather book and handed it to me.

“You dropped it the other night, and my curiosity got the better of me. I’m sorry.” He said as I snatched it from his grasp.

You felt yourself growing annoyed but you knew it wasn’t his fault.

“It’s okay, I would have done the same.” You murmur as you grasp onto it tightly.

He studies your forlorn face and felt bad about bringing up your father.

“I’m sure he was a good man.”

“He was.” You whisper as you pat the horse.

The two of you stood in silence as you attempted to blink away the tears threatening to surface.

“Would you like to go for a walk with me?” He asked quietly catching you off guard. You weren’t sure what to say, you knew this was wrong and if Elena found out she would hate you but something about him reeled you in, made you want to find out more about him.

“Ok.”

The two of you walked through the garden and made small talk.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re a cheerleader.” Klaus smirked causing you to blush. “Caroline introduced me to it.” You said and you didn’t notice his eyes lower at the mention of her name.

“And you also ran for Ms Mystic Falls in sophomore year.” He smirked and your embarrassment grew. “Caroline convinced me to do that as well.” You lied and his mischievous smirk grew even wider as he pulled out a piece of paper.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing it’s just here it says that ‘you’ve dreamed of being Ms Mystic Falls since you could remember, you planned to follow in your ancestors footsteps to being a role model for all the little young hopefuls of this town.” He grinned and you realised he had your entry form.

“How did you find that?” You stutter in embarrassment and he laughed.

“Let’s see oh hobbies it says, doing my hair, oh and fashion designing how exciting and being the football team’s good luck charm-”

“Give it back Klaus!” You groaned as he laughed and held it out of your reach as you tried to grab it.

“Let’s see favourite animal, bunnies! That’s cute.” He teases and you finally manage to rip it out of his hand. His face is red with laughter at your flustered state but you couldn’t help but let a small smile on your face.

It was then that you realised the two of you had ended up on the hill overlooking the Lockwood mansion. You spied an easel with a canvas on it at the very top of the hill. Klaus looked at you in confusion as you headed up without another word towards the painting.

You stared at it in awe, it wasn’t finished but it was beautiful. It was kind of an abstract depiction of the mansion and the stream. It was darker, more twisted.

“Do you like it?” Klaus asked.

“You did this?” You asked in disbelief and he nodded.

“It’s beautiful.” You murmured as you looked back at the painting and Klaus felt happier knowing you liked it.

“It’s so….” You trail off as you try to find the right word.

“So sad.” You murmured as you glanced at him and his face fell. “Like there’s all this built up pain and torture and suffering.” You whispered as you stared at him.

His eyes were glistening as he looked at you and you began to realise the dangerous feelings that had developed.

“I’m sorry, I should go, Elena’s probably looking for me.” You whispered before hurrying down the hill leaving Klaus alone.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples. You sat down on your bed and brushed your hair out of it’s ponytail. Suddenly the bell rang, you weren’t sure who it was. You were home alone as Elena had gone to Bonnie’s house. You’d been invited but felt to tired from your encounter with Klaus to go. You adjusted your pyjama pants and hurried down the stairs.

You pulled open the door but was greeted with empty air. You looked outside in confusion but there was no one to be seen. As you took a step your foot hit a parcel. You glanced down and cautiously picked up the box and envelope.

You looked around again to make sure no one was around before shutting the front door. You hurried up to your room and sat on your bed so you could open the parcel.

You gasped as you opened the box, inside was a beautiful bracelet. It was kind of antique looking but it was stunning, the bracelet was dotted with diamonds with a jewel encrusted heart hanging from it. You studied the heart and noticed the little engravings of swirls and patterns. It was beautiful.

Curiously you opened the envelope and pulled out the card.

“A token of my affections for you, sweetheart.” Was written in delicate swirly handwriting but it wasn’t signed. As you went to pick up the envelope a piece of paper fell out of it. You snatched it off the floor and carefully examined it.

On it was a beautiful drawing of a horse. You smiled as you studied the delicate sketching and detail. The initials N.M were signed at the bottom.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

As beautiful as this gesture was you couldn’t accept it, it was wrong. He was the enemy. You sighed and placed the bracelet back in the box and slid the card into the envelope. You were about to place the horse drawing back in but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and placed it on your bedside table.

It had been a few days since you had last seen Klaus and since he had sent you those gifts. Elena had been frantic about this Mikaelson Ball that was happening tomorrow night. She begged you to come with her but you had just shrugged and said you hadn’t been invited.

The door bell rang again and you sighed pausing the tv and dragging yourself off the couch. You opened the door but no one was there.

You looked down to see a huge box and an envelope placed neatly on top of it. You already knew who this was from.

You heaved it up the stairs and luckily Elena wasn’t around to see it and begin asking questions. You ripped open the envelope and scoffed. It was an invitation to the Mikaelson Ball.

You turned it around to see the familiar swirly writing,

“I hope you save me a dance - Klaus”

You placed the envelope on your bed and undid the ribbon on the huge box and opened the lid. You let out an involuntary gasp at the beautiful dress neatly folded inside. Carefully you pulled it out and studied it, it was a beautiful colour and it flowed like a princess gown. The neckline was dotted with diamonds and you noticed that the flowing skirt part had encrusted diamontes throughout it. This was to much, you shuddered at the thought of how expensive this would have been.

“*yn*!” Elena called and you could hear her feet running up the stairs. Hurriedly you stuffed the dress into the box and shoved it under your bed just as she walked into your room.

“I was wondering if you- what’s that?” She asked when she saw the envelope in your hand. Shit.

“I uh got invited to the ball.” You say sheepishly.

“Oh thank god that means you’re coming right!”

“Actually, I think I’m going to skip this one Elena.” You sigh. You didn’t want to see Klaus again, it would just confuse you further. He was the enemy, Elena was trying to kill him. You couldn’t feel these things and you couldn’t see him again.

What you didn’t know was that Klaus had been listening outside the house, his teeth gritted at your response and he felt his heart tighten when he realised you had rejected him. He hadn’t felt like this for a long time, and he did not like it.

You were trying to do some of your homework, typing away on your computer. You glanced over at the box containing the dress for what must have been the hundredth time this past hour.

Maybe you should just try it- no you scolded yourself. You sighed and ripped your eyes away from the sparkling dress but soon enough you felt yourself looking at it again.

“Ugh this is ridiculous.” You mumble turning on your side so you couldn’t see it. Maybe just one more glance, you thought as you snuck another look. “Ok that’s it.” You mumble getting up and shoving it in your closet.

Out of sight, out of mind right?

Wrong. A few minutes later you were glancing at your closed wardrobe.

“Screw it.” You mutter chucking your laptop on the bed and hurrying over to closet. You strip down and carefully slide it over your body.

Woah. You looked at yourself in awe in the full body mirror you had in your room. You actually looked really pretty, but how did he know my size?

You sighed as you stared at yourself, a part of you was aching to go. Suddenly your phone buzzed and you looked to see you had gotten a text from Elena.

Elena: Please, please, please come. Things going down w/ originals and Esther. I need you.

That was all it took for you to decide to go and before you could change your mind you replied saying you’d be there as soon as you can. Now you had to do your makeup and hair. Before you dashed into the bathroom you looked at the box containing the bracelet and smiled.

You took a deep breathe as you parked outside the mansion. You can do this, you thought to yourself. You examined your makeup and curled hair in your car mirror before hopping out of the car. You showed your invitation to the security outside before walking inside.

You felt embarrassed being this late as you adjusted your hair one last time and touched the bracelet Klaus’ had given you before walking into the main hall. You hated to admit it but you were hoping to see Klaus.

“*yn*! Oh my god you look beautiful!” Elena gushes as she hurries over to you. “Thanks Elena, so do you.” You smile hugging her tightly.

Damon and Stefan wandered over and both complimented you causing you to smile. Elena began to talk about Esther and her plan to get rid of Klaus when a breath caught in your throat. Klaus was here, dancing. But with someone. With Caroline.

You looked at her and jealousy filled your body. She looked so much better than you, with her blonde hair in ringlets and a bun and you noticed she was even wearing a similar style of dress to you. It didn’t take long before it clicked that he had invited her in your place and had also given her a dress. You didn’t know why but tears began to form and you quickly blinked them away.

Klaus nearly tripped over when he saw you. You looked so beautiful in that dress but guilt quickly filled up his heart. You had seen him and Caroline and he could tell that you had figured it out. All to soon you were looking away and pretending you had seen nothing.

You were so stupid, so stupid to think that you could change him. Make him a good person because he cared about you. But of course he didn’t. What were you? You were just a human and he was an original vampire. Of course he would never be interested in you.

“Are you ok *yn*?” Elena asked worriedly.

“Uh yeah I just really need a drink.” You sniff before hurrying past her and towards the drinks table. The three of them exchange confused glances but let you be alone.

You sighed and walked over to the drinks table. You poured a shot and quickly downed it before an adult could reprimand you.

“Hey *yn*.” A voice spoke and you looked up to see Matt approaching you.

“Hey Matty.” You smiled softly. “You look beautiful.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You replied, Matt could tell something was up with you straight away.

“You wanna dance?” He coaxed. You glanced at the shot glass then at Matt’s hand and nodded taking his hand in yours as he led you to the dance floor.

Soon Matt had you laughing and almost made you forget about Klaus. Almost. The two of you spun around the dance floor as couples judged you, neither of you were very co-ordinated and you both laughed loudly as you stepped on each others toes. But you didn’t care what other people thought of you.

Klaus glared at the two of you from across the ballroom in jealousy. He didn’t know why but he always seemed to get jealous when it came to the blonde haired jock.

You glared at Klaus and Caroline. The way they were smiling and dancing so prim and proper. Ugh. It was when he whispered something in your ear that you felt sick and you tore your gaze away from them.

“Thanks Matty.” You mumble abruptly ending the dance between you two.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked. “I- I just need some air.” You stammered before shoving past people to get outside and away from Klaus.

You inhaled as you stood on the balcony away from the loud party. You were so confused, one minute you thought you hated him the next minute you were getting jealous over him being with another girl. It was exhausting and frustrating and you’d had enough.

You could hear footsteps from behind and you sighed and swung around. “Matt I really don’t want to-” You cut yourself off as you see Klaus standing there.

“Talk right now.” You whispered as he walked towards you.

“*yn* I can explain.” He spoke and the use of your real name sounded strange rolling off his tongue.

“It’s ok you don’t need to, I get it.” You murmured and he looked at you in confusion.

“I’m just some stupid human right? Mortal and weak. Why would a thousand year old original vampire hybrid be interested in me.” You scoffed forcing a harsh laugh.

“Why would you be interested in me if you could have Caroline. A strong, beautiful and brave vampire.” You murmured.

“That’s not it-”

“Stop lying.” You hissed. “Why else would you just invite her and replace me?”

“It was because you said no that I invited her!” He bellowed. “It’s because I can’t stop thinking about you and I shouldn’t be. You’re right you are a human. And a powerful monster like me shouldn’t care for an innocent girl like you.” He whispered.

“I needed to get you out of my head but it didn’t work!” He yelled. “Even when I’m with her all I think about is you, your innocence, your beauty, your fire, everything.” He whispered and you stared at him as he spoke and you realised how close he was to you.

“You shouldn’t feel things for me.” He murmured his voice cracking.

“I’m a monster, you’re an angel. It isn’t supposed to work.”

“You know what they say right?” You ask and his silence gives you the go ahead to speak.

“Even good girls need a little bad in their life.”

With those words his blazing eyes locked with mine and for a moment I swear everything came to a stand still. Klaus and you were frozen in time just looking at each other. And then it sped up.

Suddenly his lips crashed to yours and you reacted instantly, your body moulding into his as his firm hands grip onto your waist. It was a passionate yet hasty kiss as you ran your hands through his hair as he backed you up against the balcony railing.

The two of you pull apart and try to catch your breathe.

“I can show you the world.” He whispered against your lips.

“Let me?” He continued and you stared at him for a moment before pressing your lips hastily to his hopefully given him the answer he desired.

Originally posted by mikaelsonsource

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Originally posted by mrssoonyoung

S.coups- When he feels you head against his shoulder, the first thing that he does is freak out inside as he doesn’t know how to react. He would turn his head and peek at your adorable face and giggle to himself. He would also adjust himself to make you feel more comfortable and hold you closer so you don’t get cold. His heart will be filled with butterflies whenever you move because he doesn’t want to wake you up but when he sees that you are still peacefully asleep he would then relax a little and continue to watch you sleep


Originally posted by minqhyuk

Jeonghan- Jeonghan’s first reaction to his crush falling on his shoulder would be smiling to himself, he would feel your warmth against his shoulder and would just froze because he doesn’t want to wake you up. He would also sneakily run his hands through your hair and your face because he just can’t believe that he has an angel sleeping on his shoulder. When other people look over at you he would just cover your face with his giant hands because he wants to be the only one to admire your beauty.


Originally posted by encaleigh

Joshua - He would try his best to stay still as he doesn’t want to move and for you to wake up but on the inside he’s having a panic attack. He would look at you while you sleep and just think to himself “she’s so pretty even when she’s asleep.” A part of him can’t believe that you’re actually asleep on his shoulder. He’s trying to stay calm but he’s so nervous. He would make sure that the boys were being quiet because he didn’t want you to wake up. He would also make sure you were comfortable because this boy is a total sweetheart. He would listen carefully as you mumble things in your sleep. He found you even cuter when you were asleep. After this moment he was so sure about his feelings for you and began thinking of how to confess his love to you.


Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Jun - He’s usually such a cool, confident guy but when he’s around you he turns into a shy schoolbook who stutters and never makes eye contact with you. When you say next to him on the couch he immediately freaked out. Sweaty palms, fidgeting but still trying to remain as normal as position. He puts on a movie and slowly you start getting sleepy as you weren’t really interested. After a while you fall asleep and your head lands on his shoulder. The moment he feels your head on his shoulder a part of him becomes more comfortable. He sees how comfortable you are around h and he just relaxes resting his head on yours and slowly drifting off to sleep.


Originally posted by mvnghaos

Hoshi- When you fall asleep on his shoulder after a long date, Hoshi’s first reaction would be to secure your head so that your neck doesn’t get hurt and he will just smile at your appearance. He would try and cover you with his jacket and move your closer to him so that the whole world knows that you belong to him. After a while he would most likely fall asleep too with his head by yours and hands intertwined because he finally found the courage to hold your hand while you are asleep.


Originally posted by plummetintothediamondlife

Wonwoo - He has one of the biggest crushes on you but he’s never going to let you know. You kinda think he doesn’t like you because he’s so quiet and you’ve barely talked to him. If only you knew that when you were around he would freak out on the inside, get sweaty palms and just look down but always sneak glances at you. One day you decided to drop in on practice to see the boys. You sat down on the floor next to him and slowly since you drifted off to sleep. Once your head makes contact with his shoulder he immediately freaks out and tries to remain calm but he’s sweating and freaking out. The boys notice and try to keep Wonwoo calm as they wanted to get you guys together. Slowly one by one they all leave just leaving him alone with you. He sits there freaking out and clueless about what to do but he wraps his arm around you to keep you warm and slowly becomes more relaxed.


Originally posted by fyboyfriendsvt

Woozi- Woozi’s personality is very hard to understand as he doesn’t really show his emotions often. So of course you won’t know how much he likes you and wants to spend time with you, when he finally asks you out on a date he would be dead nervous. He wouldn’t know what to say but you just initiate conversations anyway. When he feels your head against his shoulder he would scream a million times inside and his body would stiffen. He would make things look really awkward but that’s just because he is shy. After a while when he gets more use to it he would move closer and start patting your back and humming a song while you sleep.

Originally posted by pledis17

DK - As soon as he feels your head on his shoulder. He can’t stop smiling. This is one the biggest cheesiest smiles he’s ever had. He looks down at you sleeping and smiles even harder if that’s possible. He finds you absolutely adorable and cute. He would slightly panic a bit but then he’s so happy to see you sleeping on his shoulder like you picked him. He would feel so special and proud. After this he would just smile for days. Maybe even months.


Originally posted by what-ohhellnah-holdup-huh-ohokay

Mingyu - this boy drops everything and immediately freaks so obviously once you fell asleep on his shoulder he completely freaks out and stands up causing you to fall on the floor. Once you fall he freaks out so much and comes to comfort you straight away. Mingyu apologises and apologises. He feels so bad but he was so nervous about you sleeping on his shoulder. After this the other boys never missed a chance to tease you or him about this.


Originally posted by mystarsandmoonhao

The8 - His Korean wasn’t really good but he always made an effort to talk to you. You had a massive crush on him but never figured out how he felt about you. Until the day you fell asleep on his shoulder. He would immediately tense up because he was freaking out like??? What do I do?? She’s so beautiful. He would try to get comfortable because he sees you’re looking a bit awkward sleeping that way. He would still continue to freak out inside because he wouldn’t believe it was you asleep on his shoulder so close to him.

Originally posted by lunarjun

Seungkwan - He is literally one of the sassiest people you know and everyone would expect him to be a bit dramatic and sassy if anyone had fallen asleep on his shoulder but when you fell asleep on his shoulder his reaction shocked everyone. He was so calm he wrapped you in the blanket and wrapped his arms around you comforting you. He would eventually drift off to sleep with you in his arms. This would be one of the cutest moments ever.


Originally posted by sneezes

Vernon - Vernon would look down at you sleeping on his shoulder and just stare at you not knowing what to do. His body would just stiffen up causing you discomfort and you would make this obvious by trying to adjust yourself. He would immediately shift around trying to get you comfortable. He tries to pull a blanket over you but instead you grab his hand and wrap it around yourself. After this he would just stay completely still and be as red a tomato.

Originally posted by livelovelunch

Dino - this poor boy would not know how to react. You’re his first real crush and he has absolutely no idea how to even talk to you. He’s made it so obvious that he’s got a crush on you and well the other boys are always teasing him about it. You found it so cute that he has a crush on you especially since you felt the same way about him but you both are so nervous to tell each other. One day you came to the dorm absolutely drained but you promised to have a movie marathon. The last thing you wanted to do was cancel on your crush. You arrive at the dorm and sit next to him in the couch. Some of the other boys join you and it’s so tight that you’re squashed but you’re next to Dino so it’s all okay. The movie was so boring that you drift off to sleep on Dino’s shoulder. He immediately freaks out and when the boys notice they begin to tease him. He tells them all to shush and slowly grabs the blanket and covers you. He continues to watch the movie but keeps checking to make sure you’re okay. Once you wake up you apologise so much but he just responds “it’s okay don’t worry about it but you did look really cute sleeping on my shoulder.” This makes you blush and let’s just say that was the start to an amazing relationship.

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Father's Day - Luke Hemmings

A/N: Okay so I’m really not happy with this, like at all, but I promised to write and this has taken me so long so here it is please don’t hate me I have another idea that’s going to be a series I think, anyways this is here, probs the shittiest I’ve written in a while so I’ll maybe delete it and redo it later for a proper Father’s Day one but I’ll stop and let you put yourselves through this if you dare ;)


You were lying cuddled into your pillows when your racing child thundered into your room at a speed that shouldn’t be run at considering the early hour unless you were one of those insane marathon runners. You faked sleep wondering if your little boy would calm down if he saw you sleeping rather than continue to race around. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him it was just that lately you’d been tired, not of him, but in general, Luke, your husband of five years had been away for almost two months and you were more than ready for him to come home. You missed him so much and you knew your little boy missed him enormously too.

‘Muma!’ He whisper shouted near your ear. 'Yes Jack?’ You’d asked whispering more gently. 'Are you awake?’ He asks and you open an eye carefully. At 4.36 am you didn’t want to be but you were. 'Yes sweet heart, I am, come cuddle with muma, go around to daddy’s side of the bed and crawl under the covers baby.’ You whisper an arm snaking out and ruffling his blonde hair gently, finger sweeping around to tap his little button nose so similar to Luke’s when he was a child. He smiles widely and skips around the bed to clamber up and in with you.

At age four he was by no means over cuddles, not so much in public but certainly at home he was his fathers son, cuddling at every chance. This was something you loved dearly and couldn’t have a day without, you knew you’d be heartbroken when he finally put free these cuddles.

The pair of you cuddled together for a little while, you drifted back off to sleep and eventually so did Jack. After what seemed like not a long time you were woken to a shaking little boy cuddled in so closely to you with his little hands fisted in Luke’s old t-shirt you were wearing. 'What’s happening sweet?’ You ask concerned. You pull him into you, arms around his tiny figure. 'Bad dreams muma, I keep having bad dreams.’ He’s very close to tears. You soothe him as best you can, rubbing circles on his little back. 'Do you want to talk about them?’ You ask wrapping your arms around him and rolling into your back so that he’s lying on top of you cuddled into your chest, you sit up peering down at his anxious face. 'Daddy is coming home isn’t he?’ He asks and you pull him forward kissing his curls, 'of course baby, he loves you so much, he’ll always come home for you my love always always.’ He doesn’t say anything but curls into you deeper and you reciprocate with a firm but gentle squeeze.

This keeps occurring, Jack will keep coming to you at different times during the night, worry etched on his little face. Every time you comfort him and let him sleep with you but despite this they keep coming, these dreams about never seeing Luke again, or Luke abandoning him. Every time you promise him he’ll be fine and that Luke would never leave him.

You can’t bear to tell Luke the extent of the nightmares, only that they keep happening never what they’re about, you don’t want Luke to worry more that he already does when he’s away from you and Jack. And you know the guilt will ruin Luke if he knows just how much Jack misses his dad.

When you begin to come down with a stomach virus later in the week, you send Jack to Luke’s parents place for a few days until you’re better, wanting to keep Jack from catching anything you’ve got. But Liz can’t help the little boy when he cries waking from a nightmare to find both his muma and his daddy not there. She stays up with him most of the night when he can’t get back to sleep, something you can’t thank her enough for, but to no avail.

The next day she brings him back thinking that being with his muma was better than not being sick. You thank her and she tells you to get a doctors appointment for you and your stomach. You’re feeling a little better as the day goes on but you’re still not right and after booking a doctors appointment, as Liz has requested, for the same afternoon you call Luke with Jack on your lap.

'Daddy!’ He cries out in excitement as the screen rings and rings and eventually rings out. He begins to cry just softly, and you turn him into you and let him cry until he’s done rubbing smooth circles up and down his back. He’s never been a loud crier, he just sits so terribly sadly on your lap and your heart breaks slowly watching him.

'He’s busy baby but we can ring him again this afternoon after we go to the doctors for muma yeah?’ You attempt to brighten the little boy who’s usually do cheerful up unsuccessfully. You can’t bear him like this. Despite your efforts he remains off kilter all of the afternoon.

That night trying to put jack to bed is near impossible. He’s crying and shaking and won’t let you go. It breaks your heart and so you just let him sleep with you from the beginning, you set him up in bed and shower while he settles. When you return he’s cuddled up on Luke’s pillow nearly asleep. You kiss his head gently before slipping into bed, exhausted from the day and the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. But before you sleep you send Luke’s your manager a message, its Father’s Day next weekend and you think going to visit Luke on tour as a surprise will do all of you good, Jack especially. You ask for details about what and where the boys will be and if he thinks you would be able to come for a few days.

You check your social media but end up falling asleep. Jack wakes up a few times during the night and you sooth him back to sleep again becoming gradually more concerned. The next morning you wake late, Jack is still sleeping worn out from his nightmares. You check your phone and find a message from the manager telling you not to worry about coming out, how the boys would be in the bus and not staying in hotels so it just wasn’t plausible. You were pretty annoyed but didn’t want to tell Luke your plans to just thanked him for trying anyways.

You manage to FaceTime Luke during the week, planning a time for another FaceTime for Father’s Day. This seems to cheer Jack up a little but he still has nightmares, the sadness coming back along with them.

Friday night arrives and you put jack to bed with you again, showering while he settles in again and again when you finish he’s pretty much asleep. This time you curl up cuddling him to you trying to protect the little boy from his demons in the night.

You awake to a warm kiss on your temple as Luke silently slides into bed across from you, his long arms encircling you and Jack. He kisses his little boy gently and you grin despite having just awoken. He leans across and brushes a hand down your hair softly. 'I’ve missed you so much my love, I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend for fathers’s day it’s not a good way to spend such a special day alone.’ He says softly and you just want to feel his strong chest against yours, to be held in his strong arms. Instead you just gently lean across the sleeping little boy and kiss him as passionately as you can with a small child in the middle of you two. He reciprocates and you can’t help but grin again. Having Luke home is so surreal. 'Am I dreaming?’ You and and he chuckles softly. 'Babe it’s a little late to ask that, you’ve already kissed me, I’m totally real.’

Your feet find his large ones and tangle as much as they can. You want to desperately talk with him and cuddle into the early morning but you won’t jeopardise Jack’s sleep when he’s had so little lately. You point at Jack who begins to stir as if on cue. He starts to shake a little and clutches you. You wrap him in a strong embrace. 'Jack baby.’ You wake him gently before he can wake himself in tears. 'Muma, I thought I heard Daddy, he is coming home isn’t he? He hasn’t left?’ He says worry etched on his little face. 'Never Jacky boy, never never never.’ Luke says voice thick with emotion. Jack turns in your arms shock and disbelief on his face. 'Daddy?’ He asks and Luke wraps him in a strong embrace. 'Yeah Daddy’s here as he’s never going to leave you. Sometimes I have to work a lot and I’m sorry Jack, but I’ll always come home to you and muma.’ Luke says and you just want to hug him and save him from the guilt he’s feeling. You catch Luke’s hand gently bringing it to your lips kissing it softly and with adoration. He sends you a grateful look in return.

Jack falls back asleep cuddled against his dad the most peaceful he’s been in weeks. You can’t help but be happy with your two boys home and happy. You fall asleep with a massive grin on your face.

Saturday morning you all eat together happily, Luke says he can stay for the week but has to go back for the weekend and then another month. But after that he doesn’t have any tours planned and he’s thinking maybe a little break would be good. You smile happily before excusing yourself, not able to stomach the sweet pancakes Luke has made with Jack for breakfast. You leave Jack and Luke happily eating telling them you’re just going to lie down for a little while.

Luke is skeptical and concerned but doesn’t say anything to you about it. You end up bent over the toilet bowl emptying your stomach of last nights dinner, like you have so many mornings these past weeks. You hear Luke ask Jack to stay there and eat while he checks on you. 'You alright here little man?’ Luke asks and you hear Jack respond. 'Yes Daddy, mumas sick she’s been sick for two weeks now. She does this every morning.’ You hear him say making you cover your sweaty forehead with you shaking hands as you hear Luke thunder up the stairs. You attempt to stand and look decent but Luke is already there holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you dry heave. 'Oh baby, my love.’ He says and when you think you’re done he helps you stand and brush your teeth before letting you lean on him as he wraps you in a hug tightly. 'Let me put you in bed my love.’ He says carrying you to your bed and placing you gently in it before tugging the covers up. 'Go take Jack out and play or something I’m fine, you have to go soon just play with Jack I’ll be fine in a while.’ You tell him desperately hoping he won’t worry too much about you and that Jack will get to spend as much time as possible with his dad especially this weekend being Fathers’s Day.

'Baby, Jack said you’ve been like this for a while what’s wrong have you talked to a doctor?’ He asks clearly very worried for you. 'Yeah, I’m fine Luke go play with Jack, he’s missed you.’ You say kissing his cheek gently. 'Thank you for looking after me Luke.’ You add kissing his cheek again like a full stop. He hesitates but goes back downstairs to his little boy, but not before returning your kiss with a kiss of his own on your forehead. 'Baby if you need anything sing out and I’m going to come check on you every ten minutes I’m not leaving you alone like this I’m just worried about Jack alone in the kitchen.’ He reminds you and you giggle a little despite yourself at his over protective nature. 'Go Luke, I’m fine I’ll be alright later.’ You promise sending him away finally.

You manage to fall asleep for a while and wake up almost an hour later to your boys greeting you with tea and a gentle kiss from Luke. You sit up smiling at the kind nature of them both. 'Thanks boys, I’m so lucky aren’t I to have you two here with me.’ You say kissing Jack’s hair softly and pecking Luke’s lips before he can pull away not wanting to catch whatever you have. 'It’s okay babe you can’t catch it.’ You remark with a smile before sipping your tea. He just looks at you skeptically and slides into bed with you, Jack snuggled into his side.

You spend the day together, after lunch you feel good enough to go to the park and the three of you spend the afternoon there together.

That evening Jack is happy enough to sleep on his own bed for the first time in over a week. So you and Luke spend the evening together curled up on your bed talking about his tour and what’s been happening, all the good and the bad parts all the worries and the amazing moments. You love listening to him and you end up talking well into the next morning. At about twelve thirty you look up at him unable to contain yourself anymore. 'Luke, its Sunday morning.’ You say and he looks shocked, 'sorry babe sleep, you’re not well, you need your sleep.’ He says moving to turn the light off. 'No wait.’ You touch his arm stopping him from extending it to turn off the bedside light. 'It’s Father’s Day, and I’ve been so excited to tell you this and now I can. This is like my Father’s Day gift to you but it’s not really me it’s us anyway, Happy Fathers’s Day, you’re going to be a dad to another little hemmings.’ You blurt out taking in his shocked but delighted face and kiss him passionately when he can’t seem to say anything. In return he wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. 'I love you thank you I’m so excited thank you I love you.’ He rambles against your lips tears dripping down his face. 'Oh baby, don’t thank me, I didn’t do it alone, and it’s going to so much work but it’ll be worth it.’ You say and Luke nods along before running his big hands down your side and settling them on your ten week old baby. 'Hey baby, it’s your daddy and I love you very much, and I can’t wait to meet you.’ Luke says to your belly before lifting his shirt off your belly and kissing it gently. You giggle running a hand through his golden curls. 'I love you so much Happy Father’s Day, you’re the best Dad and i can’t wait to do this again with you.’ You say and he swipes at tears before kissing you expressing his love and adoration.