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serenefreakgeekao3 · 3 months

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Ambivalent Days

Jim Halpert x Trans Man Reader (PART TWO) Can be read alone, but I do reference part one, so read that HERE if you want to be caught up!

Summary: You’ve finally come out as trans to the entire office. It’s gone a lot better than expected. But now you’re faced with a serious problem- or rather, a serious crush. On none other than Jim Halpert, leading supporter of your transitions and quickly becoming your best friend in the office. But are you willing to risk that friendship just for some silly little feelings?

Tags: FtM!reader, Gay!Jim (for narrative reasons, I think i wanted him to be bi in the first part but switched it around, whatever), implied gay!reader (all i said was ‘not straight’), trans supporter Dwight, peacekeeper!Pam, supportive!Kelly Kapoor, bisexual!Kelly, drinking in moderation, happy ending Warnings: Michael being absolutely ridiculous and attention-hungry to the point that he does bad things (so, like, normal episode?), some general swearing

A/N: This has been requested so many times, both in asks and requests. I’ll try my best to tag everyone who asked for this, sorry if i forgot any! I was excited to write this because I loved the first part, but figuring out where to start was the trickiest part. I hope you all enjoy! (this entire fic ended up just writing itself once i got going. I had no clue what i was gonna do until it happened so… enjoy lol)

Life was great, working as a Customer Service representative for Dunder Mifflin paper company. Wow, you never thought you’d say such a thing, but it really has become something appealing, something that had you smiling and willing to come to work every single day. Of course, it had its own ups and downs, times when you felt overwhelmed or frustrated at certain people. You still ended up enjoying the majority of the day, and sometimes the rough days turned out to end up better than the rest.

It had absolutely, wholeheartedly nothing to do with James Duncan Halpert, otherwise known to his work colleagues as ‘Jim.’ You continued to lie to yourself, nodding along to this thought process on your drive to work. It was rainy, just like most days, and you were bored out of your mind waiting in the traffic. You just enjoyed going to work, because… Because of all of your friends, that’s why! Sure, that might include Jim, but that also included Pam, and Oscar, and god forbid, even Dwight. He’s certainly grown on you over time, having completely accepted your identity, even defending you against anyone who said anything. You couldn’t be sure, but you suspected that Dwight had even lost a customer through those actions- but when Mr Dellicker had called for customer support and you had answered the phone, saying his name out loud, Kelly had rushed around the divider and ripped the phone from your hand, immediately transferring it to her own phone. You tried to listen in, curious why this was so important to her, but you kept hearing her say the same thing over and over.

“Thank you for your consideration, but we no longer want your business with us. I completely understand that you think so, but we no longer want your business with us. While that may or may not be true, this whole conversation is futile considering we no longer want your business with us.”

Mr Dellicker had become a hushed topic around you, but you had managed to catch a private whisper among your friends one day when he was brought up again. They’d ask Kelly if he had called yet, and she assured the situation was handled. Pam had whispered, “I can’t believe some people’s views on trans people. It makes no sense.” So, while it wasn’t likely due to you specifically, you were almost sure that you were the only trans person they knew. If they were defending trans people, they were defending you alongside it all.

You pulled into the parking lot finally, shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. Mr Dellicker’s whole deal had been a problem a month ago and was no longer an issue. You shouldn’t dwell on those thoughts, you weren’t likely to ever have to worry about it again. You managed to snag a semi-decent parking space. It was only the second from the front, but it happened to be right next to Michael’s own car, and as you placed your car into park, you glanced over to notice he was still sitting there. You tilted your head in confusion, watching for a moment.

You couldn’t tell if he was psyching himself up, or singing along to one of his weird songs. He seemed ready to open the door, then leaned back once more without actually doing it. He lowered the visor on his car, flipping open the little door to reveal his mirror and looking at himself in it. He continued, probably, speaking to himself, and you just shook your head and decided to leave it be. You reached for your suitcase and umbrella, then began making your way inside.

You were stuffing your umbrella into the little holder by the door after you entered the office, taking off your long overcoat and hanging it on the coat rack by Pam’s desk. She smiled, asking about what you did over the weekend, and you answered that you didn’t really do much besides binge the next season of your current obsession. You agreed to tell her about it later, moving toward the break room for your normal cup of tea. You pat Jim on the shoulder on the way, and he reaches up quickly to touch your hand before you slip by. It causes a smile to cross your face as you continue on your path, a happy feeling welling up inside.

“I. Am a girl.” You spin around quickly, eyes widening in fright. There stood Michael Scott, wearing a short, pleated pink skirt with his normal yellow button-down dress shirt, as well as a crooked ginger wig that he had most definitely not been wearing in his car. The room falls completely quiet, and you hear two people put their calls on hold. Jim stands, and you can’t see his face from this perspective, but you hear a hardness in his voice.

“Michael, this is not a funny joke-”

“It’s not a joke!” Michael yells out, crossing his arms. He purses his lips before speaking again in a higher tone. “I’m a girl, and so I decided to say it. That I am.” He looked around the room as if expecting something, but no one moved a muscle. Pam broke the silence, clearing her throat and talking in a tone that was both cautious and unbelieving.

“Alright, so what would you like us to call you, then?” Michael sputtered at the question, throwing his hands outward and looking around the room again. His eyes settle on me, and Jim sidesteps to block off his vision. You can no longer see Michael, but the image of him has burned into your mind anyway. You could feel yourself panicking, your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest. This had to be a prank right? He was making fun of you? Now? After all this time?

“What do you mean- Y/N didn’t change his name when he came out!”

“This has nothing to do with Y/N,” Jim quickly tries to interrupt him after hearing your name, but you heard his sentence all the same. Jim walked closer to Michael, leaning down to whisper, but even you could still hear his words in the silence your boss caused. “How about we talk this out privately and continue this announcement later?”

“But-”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea, Jim,” Pam calls out quickly, circling her desk and corralling Michael into his office. He was putting up a fight, but not much of one. Jim followed closely behind, closing the door behind him. You could see multiple faces turn to look at you- as their current entertainment had been dragged away- out of the corner of your eye, but you were still there, shell-shocked. Before you realized what you were doing, you were standing directly outside Michael’s office door, peeking around the side to look in through the window. You could hear them talking still, considering the rest of the office was waiting to see what you would do.

“No, no, no!” Michael yelled out, plopping down into his seat. “I’m serious about this you guys!”

“Alright, let’s assume you are,” Pam begins, but Jim looks at her with an aggravated look.

“Pam-”

“Let’s assume you are,” Pam repeats, pushing Jim away and leaning closer to Michael. “How did you come to this decision?”

“I-” Michael hesitates, looking at his computer, then back to Pam. “Well, I really like girls a lot.”

“Sure, sure, but sexuality and gender are different.”

“I know that, Pam! God!” Michael starts flipping random pens on his desk, trying to distract himself. “I just like their clothes a lot.”

“You like to wear the clothes, or see them on women?”

“See them-” He stops, looking up to her. “I mean, wear them! Yeah, that’s what it is!” His stuttering and determination caused Jim to huff in a humourless laugh, no longer just standing by.

“What’s really going on here Michael?”

“And,” Michael begins, ignoring Jim’s question, “What was that question about what I wanted to be called? Y/N didn’t change his name when he came out?”

“Sure,” Pam agrees, trying to maintain the peace, “But Michael isn’t a very feminine name. Doesn’t that make you feel a little, I don’t know, dysphoric?”

“What does that word mean?” Michael asks, causing Jim to huff again, moving forward to slam his hands onto the table.

“What is really going on here, Michael?”

“Fine!” Michael yelled out, throwing up his hands, his fake hair swinging around wildly. “I don’t think I’m a girl! I don’t like wearing dresses or skirts or-” He spits, swatting away the fake hair that had managed to catch itself in his mouth, “And I’m so uncomfortable in this,” He pulls the wig off finally, throwing it onto the ground. He stands next, reaching for the skirt he was wearing, “Or this-”

“No, no, no!” Pam calls out quickly, keeping him from ripping the skirt off in front of them. “I’ll fetch you your spare pair of pants here soon, it’s at the desk. Just,” She sighs, shaking her head, “What could’ve possibly made you think this was a good idea, Michael?”

“Well!” Michael huffs, pouting as he sits back down. “Y/N got all sorts of attention when he came out. He became cool, and popular, and now I’m not even allowed to make jokes about him! Everyone hates me now, he took my thunder!”

“You can still make jokes about him,” Pam continues cautiously, raising her hands up in a plea to calm him down. “Just, not about the fact that he’s trans.”

“My thunder Pam!”

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jim begins, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Michael’s shirt. “That stunt you pulled was mean-spirited and heinous. Do you have any idea how you could’ve made Y/N feel? How hard it was for him, not only to accept himself for who he is but to become confident enough in himself to come out to the entire office? Do you realize how much you probably just put him back?” Michael’s face was terrified, and Pam was too stunned at this action to do anything at first. By the time Jim was done talking, she reached forward quickly and pulled him back.

“Jim, that’s unnecessary.”

“I feel it was completely necessary, Pam.”

“He doesn’t realize what he’s doing, he just wants attention.”

“He gets attention every single day Pam! He demands it, hell, he goes out into the office and-”

“Jim,” Pam interrupts, nodding toward Michael. You watch Michael visibly sniff, raising a hand to rub at his nose.

“No, no, he’s right. I’m a nuisance, everyone hates me.”

“No one hates you, Michael,” Pam starts, and Jim scoffs.

“You’re babying him.” She shoots him a threatening look, and he just shakes his head and crosses his arms. Pam moves closer to the desk, looking down at Michael.

“Hey,” When Michael looks up, his eyes are red and glossy. “What you did just now, was that a good idea?”

“No,” He whines out, drawing out the vowel.

“Good, that’s the correct answer. And why was it a bad idea, Michael?” He huffs again, moving to play with a different toy on his desk and avoiding her eyes.

“Because I lied for attention.”

“And?”

“Because I probably made Y/N feel bad. And Jim.”

“So what are you going to do?” Pam asks, and you can’t see her expression but Michael finally meets her eyes and breathes in a deep breath.

“I’m going to tell everyone that it was a horrible prank and that I’m sorry.”

Even Jim startles at this, both Pam and Jim- even you, yourself- having never actually heard Michael apologize for one of his many failed pranks or skits. Pam straightens up, glancing quickly at Jim before looking back. Her voice was full of surprise as she nods, “That’s right. That’s completely right, actually. Good job Michael.” You could see him smile before looking down at his lap, then back up at Pam.

“Can I do it after I change?”

“Of course,” Pam moves quickly to the door, and you don’t think fast enough to move out of the way. The door swings open wide and you are revealed to be standing there, right outside of it. All three occupants turn to look at you with varying expressions, but they all share a similar surprise. You swallow hard, locking your eyes with Michael. You are about to speak but can feel eyes digging into your back, so you take a few steps into the office, past your two friends.

“What you did just now,” You begin, sucking in another deep breath, “Was horrifying- for everyone involved. I’m sure we want to see you in a skirt just as much as you want to be in one.” You lean forward onto the desk, watching Michael shrink away from you. “But let me ask you, how does it feel to wear that skirt?”

“What?” He looks startled at the question, looking to Jim and Pam for help. None arrived for him.

“How does it feel, wearing that skirt? Why aren’t you wearing a blouse with it? Couldn’t find one that fit, or did it feel too uncomfortable? What about the hair?” You nod down to wear the wig laid on the ground. “Was it annoying? Kept getting caught in your mouth, right? Drooped in front of your face, obscuring your vision?” You leaned forward, your breath coming out harsher. “Imagine you had breasts attached to you- and push past your sexuality. Imagine you had them and they couldn’t be removed.” You whisper this last part, your own eyes tearing up. “How would you feel?’

You hear Jim say your name softly behind you, realizing what you were referencing. Michael shook his head for a few seconds before he stopped, widening his eyes. You nod, continuing your speech. “Yeah, exactly.” You lean back, picking your hands off of his desk to rest by your side. “That’s how I feel every single day. Or, did. Until I came out.” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. “I became confident because I was finally comfortable with who I was. I’m sorry if you can’t find that confidence in yourself. But don’t try to steal mine. Don’t make a mockery of my struggles.” You turn, heading toward the door, toward your desk- to anywhere but here. But Michael’s voice stops you before you’re able to leave.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” You turn, looking into his eyes. He seemed genuine, but you knew he didn’t really understand.

“Think about why you are. Then get back to me.”

You pushed your way past Pam, who stood in the doorway with shock and pain written across her face, and ignored Jim’s call of your name as you kept going. You wanted away from these stares, this was not what you meant by loving this damned office. You continued past the breakroom, ignoring your daily cup of tea. You enter into your side of the annexe, seeing Kelly on the phone and hearing a whispered but high-pitched, “What? No! He didn’t?” Before she suddenly looks up, widens her eyes, and quickly says, “Gotta go,” Before slamming the phone down. You sigh and walk around the divider, taking your seat.

Kelly has more social sense than most people in the office, you’ve come to realize. It was why she had applied for customer service- unlike you, who had just taken up an ad from the newspaper. So, she knew better than to try to ask you what happened. She remained quiet on her side of the partition, something that was extremely odd, and it almost felt like you were in your own little world, in your tiny corner. Your desk was pressed against two walls, and the partition blocked the other two sides except for the small gap for your entrance. The partition walls weren’t very high, but sitting down they reached above your head. You felt isolated- something you first loved, then hated, and now feel grateful for once again. It gives you time and privacy to calm down.

After some time, you hear a throat clear nearby, and Kelly’s chair roll as she likely stands to leave. You look up at the top of your divider, waiting for a face to come into view. Luckily, it’s Jim’s face. He smiles softly at you, and you can tell he’s trying to keep the pity from his face, but it's not working very well.

“You didn’t make your tea?” He raises a cup- your favourite cup, no less, that no one else has used since your incident with Dwight- and offers it to you. “I figured I’d make you some. Can’t go a day without your tea, right?” You can tell he was trying, and it warmed something inside of you. Trying for a smile, you reach out to take the cup, taking a sip. It was made perfectly.

“I’m sorry about that,” You begin, sighing and placing the cup aside. “I kinda went a little overboard, didn’t I?”

“Not at all,” Jim rushes to comfort you, circling the divider completely to be inside your little cube. He rests himself against your desk, looking down at you with earnest eyes. “If anyone was overboard, it was Michael.” You just shrug, looking away.

“I mean, what did I expect, really? Everyone in the office has been so good about the whole thing. Ever since I’ve come out, it's been nothing but positivity.” You bite your lip, shrugging. “This office isn’t exactly a positivity-friendly environment.”

“You being trans should have no bearing on your workplace,” Jim insists, leaning forward toward you. “I know the world is fucked, but I want to make sure that at least your world isn’t.” You huff a laugh, shaking your head.

“Oh, c’mon Jim. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” You look up, meeting his eyes with a self-deprecating smile. “It’s not like it's because of you that all of this ended up so easy until now.” Jim’s eyes widen slightly, then wander away as he wiggles his head and bites his lip. You wait for him to agree, then narrow your eyes. “You… Didn’t tell everyone to be nice to me, did you?”

“Well,” He begins, drawing out the word and wincing. “I didn’t quite do that. But I did explain that they shouldn’t act any different, what jokes they shouldn’t make about it, and to look something up before asking any questions. If they couldn’t find the answer online, then they could ask me, and then I would allow them to ask you.” You blink a few times, tilting your head.

“But no one ever asked me anything?” He nodded along, sucking his lips inside his mouth before popping them, sighing.

“Yep.”

“Did they have questions?”

“Oh,” Jim scoffs, laughing. “So many.” He places his hands between his knees, palms together. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Like what?” You feel curious but also dread at the prospect.

“Oh, y’know,” Jim shrugs, moving to mess with some pens on your desk idly, not meeting your eyes. “Just the usual dumbest shit on the planet. I told them all they were absolutely not allowed to ask you, of course, and had to explain why sometimes.” You nodded along, huffing out another laugh.

“I suddenly don’t want to know.”

“Oh, no, you really don’t.” You laugh softly along with him, feeling your chest bloom open, your crush developing further. For the second time today, you were moving before realizing you decided to. You stood, then reached forward and pulled Jim into a hug. He had straightened when he noticed you standing, then stood stiff as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You hesitated, about to pull away when Jim moved quickly, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you in tighter. You relaxed once more, laying your head against his chest and closing your eyes.

“Thank you, Jim,” You whisper, turning your nose to brush against his dress shirt. He smelled clean, with a hint of cologne that you couldn’t place. His arms were warm and strong- comforting in a way that you hadn’t felt in so long. He moved one of them up, cupping the back of your head as he straightened up more, pulling you in closer.

“It’s nothing,” Jim stutters out, and you can hear his heart beating under your ear. “Someone’s gotta make sure these folks don’t chase you away.” You laugh, leaning back to look him in the eye. He seems sincere, solemn, as he adds, “I think I would be devastated if you quit.” You chuckle once more, shaking your head as you pull away.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“No,” Jim lowers his head, trying to catch your eye once again. “I’m completely serious. You are probably the only reason I still show up.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I mean, I’m this old and stuck in this job?” You laugh along, shaking your head.

“You make good money here, Halpert, don’t deny it.” You feel slightly upset you had pulled away from the hug so soon, but you had to look at him after he said that. You had to see if he was serious- Jim is hardly ever serious, always joking around. It was part of the reason your crush developed so fast, and also why it’d always remain a secret. He was so funny, making you laugh constantly. But he was also a bit of a jokester, and you didn’t know if he had a serious bone in his body. Today was showing he certainly did.

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle it.

You both spend some more time chatting, and his presence is a balm that soothes your panicked heart. He tries his best to make you laugh- which you do, often- and you finish your morning cup of tea in the meantime. You were sure you could’ve talked to him forever if only your phone hadn’t rung. You shrug with helplessness, reminded that you’re technically at work and still have a job to do. You reach to pick up your phone, apologizing to Jim who waves you off. You watch him walk away as you answer the phone, “Dunder Mifflin paper company, customer service representative speaking.”

It ended up being a quick call, with someone complaining that their shipment was late. You only had to find their account to let them know that the delivery was scheduled for today and the time. Once you placed the phone back in its slot, you raised your cup to your mouth before remembering it was empty. ‘Eh, might as well,’ You think to yourself, pushing to stand and make your way to the breakroom. Kelly is back at her desk as you circle around, and you make sure to say a soft greeting to her to make up for your earlier rudeness. She says a polite and short greeting back with a gentle face, still conscious of your rough morning.

You’re about to pull the door to the breakroom open when you notice the back of Jim standing at the counter. He was hefting a freshly brewed pot of coffee, and you couldn’t help but stand there and watch his arm flex as he hefted it with no problem. You didn’t see the other door open, but suddenly Kevin was walking directly into Jim’s space.

“I have another question.” Jim sighs visibly, shaking his head.

“Haven’t I told you enough-”

“No, this is a different question, Jim!” Kevin seems adamant, and after Jim puts the coffee pot away he takes a side step to regain some personal space. “And you said yesterday there’s a limit of stupid questions I’m allowed to ask a day so I couldn’t ask yesterday!”

“You have until I finish making my coffee.” You’ve never seen Jim quite so indifferent and snappy before, raising your curiosity. For some reason, you still stood there, barely peeking through the window of the door, still holding your empty cup.

“Ok, so if he still wanted breasts-”

“Nope.” Jim was already shaking his head, stirring sugar into his coffee.

“Alright fine, but also. Can he sow a penis-”

“Nope.” Kevin huffs in frustration, flapping his arms for a split second.

“Why do you keep saying no to all of my questions?” Jim finishes stirring his coffee, placing the spoon in the sink and turning to look directly at Kevin finally.

“Because all of these questions are way too personal.”

“How are they personal?” You tilt your head, furrowing your brow. How would they not be personal? Jim seems frustrated, running his free hand through his hair.

“You can’t just ask someone about their breasts or genitals, Kevin. You wouldn’t want anyone asking about your dick.”

“Actually, it’s kinda itchy-”

“Nope!” Jim pushes away from the bar, leaving immediately. You’re stuck between sympathy for both of them. You don’t think Kevin actually knows any better at this point, but you also just felt too awkward to even try to come up with an answer to those questions. However, were these the types of things that Jim had to put up with daily just to vet the office for you? Why would he put himself through all of that?

“He’s really trying, you know?” You startle from your thoughts, turning to look at Kelly still sitting in her rolling chair. You tilt your head in confusion, but also shifted on your feet, hoping to play off the fact that you’d been standing there this whole time.

“Who?” Kelly just gives you a look you can’t quite decipher, continuing.

“Jim, obviously.” She sighs, pushing herself away from her desk and standing. “He’s even asked me for help on occasion. Little things here and there, but he recruits the allies where he can find them.” You purse your lips, leaning back against the wall next to the door, crossing your arms while holding your cup upright still.

“Asked you for help? Doing what? Who else has he asked?”

“I knew you’d figure it out at some point, I just didn’t think it’d be when someone slipped through his fingers. Though, Michael is pretty unpredictable like that.” She shrugs with a smile like she’s trying to hold back a laugh. “His main ask for me was just to intercept anyone trying to bother you- most likely to ask the dumb questions. I just had to send them right back through the breakroom over to Jim’s desk.”

“Did that happen often?” She shrugs again, wiggling her head.

“Not often, but a few times. Mainly Kevin, he has a lot of questions.” You nod, glancing briefly toward the breakroom’s door before resting your eyes on her once more. You study her posture, then try to make a guess.

“The other was Mr Dellicker, wasn’t it?” She winces but nods nonetheless.

“He was a real ass.” She sighs dramatically, moving to lean against the wall next to you and bunching up one of the random, typical office posters that hang around throughout the floor. “He was Dwight’s client, actually. The moment Dwight heard him be even a small bit transphobic, he hung up the phone. This, of course, caught Jim’s attention. I mean, have you ever known Dwight to drop a client? Like, ever?” You shake your head in agreement, and she nods with you. “Yeah, right? Anyway, Jim asks, Dwight answered. To Dwight, that was the end of the entire thing. To Jim, however,” Her smile begins growing as she leans closer to you, “Well, he knew that Mr Dellicker would call back to complain. And who would be picking up the phone?”

“Customer service,” You mumble, absorbed into her story.

“Exactly!” She giggles now, unable to hold it back. “It was adorable, really, the way he begged me to make sure I took his call. He actually asked me to call the man first, but I told Jim I wouldn’t go out of my way just to aggravate someone who, as far as we knew, wouldn’t be calling back after such a rude hang-up. But he wouldn’t let up, so I agreed to keep an ear out.” She huffs now, widening her eyes with a far-off look. “Good thing I did, too. He was such an ass.”

“Thank you,” You say softly, bringing her back to the present. She tries to brush it off but you just shake your head, placing a hand on her arm. “No, not just for Mr Dellicker. For agreeing to help out at any point, just for me. For not making a big deal about my whole coming out, for never treating me any different or- just-” You hesitate, shaking your head. “Just everything, Kelly. You’re an amazing coworker.” You watch her eyes begin to water, and she lets out a wet laugh.

“Wow,” She raises her hands, wiping the corners of her eyes. “You’re going to make my makeup run.” She pushes up from the wall, circling you and entering into the breakroom, heading straight for the girls’ bathroom. You widen your eyes at this reaction, unsure, but take a deep breath and enter into the breakroom yourself. You still had some tea to brew.

You didn’t mean to idle, standing near the exit of the breakroom toward the annexe, but stuck in place watching Jim lean against Pam’s desk through the door’s window on the other side of the room. They were talking back and forth- a lot of laughing involved- and you couldn’t quite place the feelings whirling in your chest. It felt similar to jealousy, but you knew that wasn’t it. Envy? That perhaps she was his type, and not you after your transition? Insecurity?

You startle as Jim suddenly meets your eyes, watching him straighten up quickly. You try to act nonchalant, moving out of his line of sight to grab your lunch from the fridge, and sitting at the break room table. You’d finished your second cup of tea hours ago, and you were a tad overdue for your lunch break considering you had a whole host of emails that you usually respond to in the morning, but had to answer during your second cup of tea since you’d been just a tad distracted that morning. You bite your lip as the events from that morning fly through your mind, a whole host of emotions attached to them.

The door across the room opens, stopping your train of thought in its tracks. Jim walks in with a smile, moving toward the fridge. “Hey,” He greets you, scanning you with his eyes while you just sat there, slowly removing your lunch from its brown paper bag. “Was starting to worry you’d forgo lunch.” You laugh, then proceed to explain your lateness. As he sets his own lunch on the table, you begin to wonder if he waited for you. Then your eyes flicker back toward the door you’d been staring at him through.

“So, how’s Pam?” Jim seems a bit taken off guard at the question, turning to look at the door himself before looking back to you. He shrugs, taking his own lunch out of his lunch box.

“Uh, good, I guess?” He raises his sandwich, ready to take a bite before hesitating and adding on, “She’s excited to hear about that one show you mentioned this morning.” You nod along, watching as he begins to eat his sandwich. You take your own small bite, looking toward the door again.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Jim’s eyebrows furrow immediately, and you watch him swallow. He seems to be planning his actions in his head before he performs them, placing his sandwich down.

“What?” He looks around the room aimlessly, wiggling his head. “I mean, yeah of course. She’s cute.”

“You two get along really well.” At this he chuckles, shrugging.

“We’ve worked together for a long time.” You both fall silent, taking more bites of your food. Jim breaks the silence with a resounding, “I’d probably have developed a crush on her by now if I wasn’t gay.”

Gay.

You end up lightly choking on your bite from surprise, playing it off with a cough and a sip of your water bottle. You can see Jim staring down at his sandwich at the table, taking a deep breath. “So, I can see why someone would develop a crush on her. If he was straight.” He glances briefly up at you, then back down to his sandwich. You tried your damndest to keep the look of shock from your face, that it takes an extra minute before you understand what he’s not saying. Did he think you were asking because you had a crush on Pam? You take another sip of water, letting your eyes wander away from him.

“Yeah, same.” Out of the corner of your eye, Jim glances up at you quickly, a look of concentration on his face that indicates his thoughts roaming a million miles an hour. You shrug for show, moving your own food closer so you can take a bite once you finish speaking. “I’d probably have developed a crush as well if I was straight.”

You only recognized the signs of Jim choking since you’d just gone through the same thing, as the man turns to cough into his arm as if to play it off. At least the poor man hadn’t been chewing food like you were. By the time Jim finished drinking from his own bottle, and moved to lean forward and say something, he was interrupted by the door opening and someone entering inside. He leans back, looking self-conscious, and you feel such a deep curiosity about what he was going to say that it burns in your chest. You don’t even register who walked in until she was taking a seat right next to you.

“I don’t know how you can stand it, Jim,” Kelly begins softly, and you look at her with confusion. Kelly never talks softly? “Working right next to the receptionist's desk all day. How do you get any work done?” Jim’s eyes flicker between you and Kelly, clearing his throat.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s so hot!” You and Jim meet eyes suddenly, listening to her continue to talk in a soft voice. No wonder, considering she was essentially coming out to the both of you. “When I first started and had to work over in that area, I was getting nothing done. Toby had to ask me what was wrong, and I sorta kinda told the truth that I was extremely distracted. He moved me to the annexe-” She pauses here, resting a hand on your arm with a sympathetic expression, “Sorry, Y/N, that’s why you’re confined back here as well.” You shake your head quickly, rushing in.

“No, it’s fine. I like it back here.”

“You do?” Jim asks with a smirk, and you give him a look essentially saying ‘Shut the fuck up Halpert I’m trying to console her.’ He just laughs noiselessly, his chest shaking as he moves to take another gigantic bite of his sandwich.

“Anyway, it’s so distracting. I had to go get something copied and I stood there an extra five minutes trying not to stare too directly at her. Oscar literally had to nudge me and remind me what I was doing!” She groans, letting her head fall onto the table. “So embarrassing.”

“Oscar knows?” You ask gently, unsure whether she actually realized she told you both. She lifts her head with a sigh, seemingly unfazed.

“Well, yeah. Oscar knows about everyone.” You hear Jim scoff softly, mumbling quietly under his breath.

“Not everyone.” This only causes Kelly to raise an eyebrow at Jim, smirking with humour.

“Oh, he knows about everyone, Jim.” His head was quick as it whipped toward Kelly, leaning in.

“Wait, what?”

“I mean,” She shrugs, glancing toward you briefly before meeting his eyes again. “You’re kinda obvious, Jim.” You can see his eyes widen, but you only feel confusion.

“Wait, how many people are gay in this office?” Kelly only shrugs, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Not my place to say.” You nodded along, obviously that being true. You meet Jim’s eyes once again, and you can see red peppering his cheeks.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Jim.” He nods as if agreeing, flicking his eyes between you and the rest of his sandwich throughout the rest of lunch. Kelly takes the initiative in the ensuing silence, talking about everything yet nothing at the same time. Just as you and Jim are both cleaning up to get back to work, Kelly sighs loudly with an eyeroll before looking toward you and plastering on a smile. The look only made you feel wary.

“So, Y/N, what are your plans for after work?” You swallow roughly, glancing at a wide-eyed Jim, then back to her.

“Uh, nothing really?”

“Oh,” She draws out, reaching forward and placing a flirty hand on your arm. “So you’re free tonight? Want to go out for drinks?” You stutter, pulling away from her arm, your head already shaking as you try to come up with an excuse. ‘Didn’t she just say that she found Pam attractive? What the hell is going on?’

“Uh, Kelly-” Jim tries to intercept, but she pulls away as if nothing happened, shrugging.

“I just meant with the lot of us. Jim will be there too, won’t you Jim?” She looks directly at him, raising her eyebrows as if she was expecting something from him. You look between the two as an awkward silence settles before Jim startles, trying (and failing) for a normal smile.

“Oh! Those drinks!” Jim laughs awkwardly, looking back and meeting your eyes. “Yeah, we’re all going out for happy hour at Poor Richard’s Pub, you should join us!” You relax slightly as Jim was the one offering, no matter how weird this entire interaction ended up being.

“Oh, uh,” You hesitate, still slightly wary. There’s obviously something you’re missing here. “I mean, sure. I have nothing else to do. Who all will be there?”

“Just a couple people from the office,” Kelly quickly answers, standing and moving to throw her own trash away. She turns to look at both you and Jim, still sitting in your chairs. “Well, c’mon! We have work to do, people!”

“I know why I’m sorry now.” You startle at your desk, turning to look directly at Michael Scott with wide eyes. You hadn’t even heard him approach. He circles around your desk, motioning for you to stop your work as he leans against your desk- an unknowing imitation of Jim that morning. “If you’re willing to listen?”

You can feel yourself swallow roughly, the beginnings of a familiar panic starting in your chest. You’re unsure what to say, so you just nod. He nods as well, taking a deep breath before continuing. “At first, I had no clue what you meant. I knew I was sorry, and I knew it was because I had hurt you.” He looks into your eyes, regret deep within his own. “But that wasn’t enough for you. So I started thinking.” He chuckles softly, leaning back on his hands and letting his own gaze roam the walls behind your desk. “And when that didn’t work, I remembered something Pam said when she tried to play along with my- well, yeah. A certain word I didn’t recognize. Dysphoric.”

You feel yourself tense, suddenly remembering the tightness around your chest where the binder lays under your clothes. You can feel the tie around your neck like it was trying to choke you. Michael, unaware of your inner struggles, continues on. “That search was enlightening- it was like everything you had expressed to me. And everything I had felt, trying on those clothes.” He hunches inward, his expression becoming stormy. “I felt so wrong wearing that skirt. And you were right- I had tried a blouse on. I bought one at the store that fit and even brought it home, but it just felt so weird when I tried to walk out of the door with it on. So I switched to my normal shirt.

“Then I was sitting in the parking lot, and I knew that the moment I placed my foot out of my car, everyone would see the skirt. I was-” He laughs humourlessly, shaking his head. “I was terrified. I tried to ignore it- like it was just stage fright, something I had to talk myself into.” You began to nod, intrigued by his story. “I don’t know how I convinced myself to get out of the car- I guess something along the lines of, ‘Well, I’m the boss. The ship will sink without me in there.’” He takes a deep breath, patting his legs loudly. “Anyway, I was jealous.” He shrugs, looking at you with wet eyes. Was he really getting emotional over this? “I mean, you did kinda steal my birthday away from me.”

Memories of that night flash quickly through your head. You’d come out during a party- a party you didn’t know the purpose of. That pink quinceañera cake… You didn’t get to taste it, but they could’ve gotten it because it was his favourite flavour? You hadn’t even seen Michael there. Was he trying for a grand entrance? Memories from this morning flash through your mind’s eye, Michael yelling at Pam, ‘He stole my thunder! My thunder, Pam!’

“It wasn’t planned, Michael,” You try to assuage, wincing despite yourself. “I’m sorry, though.” Your apology causes Michael to blow a sigh out roughly, then laugh and slap his thighs again.

“Wow! I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that.” You’re both silent- you studying Michael’s face, and Michael looking anywhere but at you. Then you start laughing.

“Michael,” You try to talk through your laughter, but you just shake your head and try to get it under control. You wouldn’t want him to think you were making fun of him- you only found him ridiculous- so you try your best to calm down. “Michael. You were upset that I ‘stole your thunder’ on your birthday, so your response was to… Pretend to be a girl? Instead of, oh I don’t know,” You try to hold back your laughter again, choking lightly on your words, “Throwing another party?” Michael seems to take a moment to absorb this- then begins to laugh alongside you.

“Well, that would’ve only been easy, Y/N. When have you known me to do things the easy way?” You both laughed again, and you began to shake your head.

“Never.” When your laughter finally dies down, you meet his eyes once again. Staring at each other, it's like you both finally understood. You thought he was just ignorant, but you had been missing out on important information as well. He began to nod, glancing over his shoulder toward the nearby wall clock.

“Well, looks like I kept you long enough. Time to clock on out!” He jumps up, shooting finger guns before backing up. He trips over the edge of the divider, tries to play it off, and then groans loudly when he sees Toby walking by. “God, every time!”

You chuckle to yourself, then begin the process of shutting down your computer and packing up. Kelly skirts around the divider quickly once the door closes behind Michael, leaning into your space. “Let me drive you.” You hesitate, widening your eyes.

“I’m sorry?”

“To the pub! Let me drive you!” You laugh nervously, beginning to shake your head.

“Oh, uh, no. I have my own car, but thank you-”

“If you drink, you won’t be able to drive home.” She counters, raising her eyebrows at you. You laugh again, shaking your head.

“Well, if we’re all drinking, wouldn’t you drink too?” She shakes her head immediately, crossing her arms.

“I don’t drink at all.” You still feel hesitant, and it must show on your face as she sighs and then leans in. “I’ll tell you Jim’s whole deal.” This catches you, looking back at her to study her.

“What do you mean…?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me drive you!” You huff a laugh, smiling despite yourself. “Yeah, alright. But if I don’t drink, you gotta’ take me back here so I can drive myself home.”

“Deal! And if you do, then I’ll drive you home and pick you up for work tomorrow morning!” You laugh again, shaking your head as you pick your briefcase up, finished with closing down your desk for the day.

“You seem excited about this.”

“Absolutely! I’ve been waiting forever!”

You were still unsure what she meant but followed along with the hyperactive girl as she burst through both of the doors to the breakroom. You watch Jim straighten where he had been leaning against Pam’s receptionist's desk, and smile toward you as you made your way to the exit.

“You know,” Jim starts, huffing a soft laugh and smiling in a way that took your breath away, “I was thinking.”

“Oh,” You draw out, smiling despite yourself, “Dangerous territory there, Halpert.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jim begins, laughing again. He takes a discreet look around before reaching forward to almost take your hand, his fingers tangling with your own but not quite grasping. “I was hoping that maybe I could drive you down to the pub? I know you have your own car and all, but I just want to make sure you’re safe with getting home, y’know?” Your face falls just as you hear Kelly’s voice behind you.

“Oh, don’t worry Jim! He has a ride already.” Jim looks toward Kelly over your shoulder, then back to you with wide eyes, pulling his hand away.

“Already?” Jim looks back to Kelly, confusion clear across his face.

“Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist, Jim!” You feel her small hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you toward the door. “We’ll meet you there!”

You take one last look at Jim through the glass doors as Kelly drags you along to the elevator. You hesitate, mind trying to catch up, before you finally clear your throat and look at her. “No offence here, Kelly, but I honestly think I would’ve preferred riding with Jim?”

“You’ll have the rest of your life to ride with Jim. Just let me tell you what I need to tell you without the risk of Jim hearing us.” You both step onto the elevator, as Kelly begins mashing the button for the lobby.

“Uh,” Your mind is stuck, repeating ‘rest of your life’ and ‘Jim’ over and over. “This feels… Is this nefarious?”

“‘Nefarious,’” Kelly mocks, pulling you once the doors open again. “You say the oddest things sometimes.” You didn’t know which car was hers, but considering she was dragging you along, you didn’t have to guess. She pulls your briefcase from your hands, finally letting go of you, and you just stand in place. She throws your suitcase and her purse into the backseat, then opens the driver's door with a look up at you. “Well, get in!”

It was quiet for a long portion of the drive. You didn’t know what to ask, or how to even broach the subject. Did it seem too eager, to ride along with her just because she promised to tell you about Jim? And what was she even talking about- how would Kelly know more about Jim than you? True, you both hadn’t been friends for very long just yet, but you didn’t know Kelly and Jim were friends?

“So, it started when you started transitioning,” Kelly said, bursting you from your whirlwind of questions. “We all got pretty curious. I was the one who had the theory you were trans first.” She winces, looking over to you. “Sorry. I didn’t know at the time how true I was. I honestly didn’t even know if you knew about it, but- well, obviously you did.” You tilt your head, brow furrowing.

“You all were talking about me before we were friends?”

“Well, you know how the office is. You were changing, and people were noticing. Especially Pam and Jim. Pam, who is such a sweetheart and just wants everyone to be comfortable. She had a feeling you were never quite comfortable at the office but didn’t know how to help. Jim found you hot, which was throwing him for a loop considering he is gay, and normally not attracted to-” She hesitates, tilting her head. “Well, we did think you were a girl at the time.”

You nod along, unoffended. “Right, but-” You scoff, shaking your head, “I don’t know if I believe this story now. I mean, Jim? Finding me-” You almost say the word, then scoff softly and look down to your lap. “Attractive?”

“Well, you are hot,” Kelly confirms, and you look up quickly at her. You aren’t sure what expression is on your face, but Kelly just laughs. “What? Don’t look at me like that! You were hot when we all thought that you were a girl, and you’re even hotter now that we know you’re a boy!” You laugh in disbelief, shaking your head. Kelly continues on, pushing through your awkwardness. “I mean, c’mon! Confidence is sexy as hell.”

You look away, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you remember Jim saying something similar. “Sure, but-” Kelly interrupts you, continuing with her story.

“So once you finally came out, Jim had his own little freak-out because it wasn’t just a theory anymore. It is true, you are a dude, and Jim didn’t know if he could handle you getting hotter and hotter every day.” You flashback to another scene in your head, Jim saying something similar to Pam and you laughing, accusing him of finding Dwight attractive. Was he talking about you at that time? Kelly’s voice brings you back.

“Anyway, I finally told him that he needed to get his act together and ask you out already, or I’d do it first. Either ask you out for myself or for him, but either way. I don’t know if I could stand any more of him spewing about you, I mean- all I heard was Y/N this, or Y/N that, or ‘Wow he’s wearing the tie I gifted him!’ I mean, that man can talk.” You hold back a laugh, shaking your head. The one and only Kelly Kapoor, complaining about someone talking too much. That’d be hilarious to tell Jim- if you ever got the nerve together to tell him about this little conversation.

“Ok,” You huff out, shaking your head, “You’re asking me to believe that Jim not only finds me attractive but wants to date me?”

“Well, that’s where we’re going now! So you better believe it.”

“Going now- but you’re here? The office will be there, how would it be a date?”

“It’s going to be a date,” Kelly starts slowly, looking at you with a grin, “Because it’s not an office hangout. I’m going to drop you off and leave, and then Jim can take you home. I only did this to get you both together outside of work, you’ll be all alone with him.” She huffs, squeezing the steering wheel around her hands. “And I’m telling you all of this before the date because I don’t trust Jim to admit anything to you without pushing him for it. If I’m not there to pressure him, then-”

“Woah woah woah,” You interrupt, shaking your head quickly. “I’m not about to pressure my best friend for- for some wild hope that he might feel the same. And I-” You can feel the panic again, pulling at the seatbelt around your torso. “I don’t know if I can do this, I didn’t know it would be just us, I mean-”

“Calm down, it’ll be fine. It’s just Jim, remember?” ‘It’s just Jim,’ You repeat to yourself as Kelly turns the car into the pub’s parking lot. You take a few deep breaths, nodding your head. ‘Yeah, I can do this. It’s just Jim, just normal ole Jim.’ Kelly backs her car into a space, waiting for Jim’s to arrive. It doesn’t take long to notice Jim’s car pulling in, parking in one of the front parking spaces, directly in your line of sight. You take another deep breath, nodding.

“I can do this,” You whisper, and Kelly reaches over to squeeze your arm. That’s when you watch two of the car doors open, Jim and Pam stepping out to take a look around. You hear a squeak beside you, Kelly’s hand tightening on your arm. You look over with concern, watching panic written across her face.

“Oh, Jim, you bitch,” Kelly whispers, shaking her head.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, was it?”

“Absolutely not,” Kelly whispers, then moves to get out of the car alongside you. You both approach the other two, smiles on your faces. They finally notice you, and it’s almost like you and Jim have locked eyes and thrown away the key. You’re unsure what’s really happening between the two girls, not registering the words exchanged. You walk a little closer to Jim, smiling up at him.

“Hey,” You whisper, and his smile widens, reaching his hand out in an imitation of earlier, tangling your fingers together.

“Hey.” He glances over to the other two girls, wincing and looking back to you. “I wasn’t sure- is it okay that I brought Pam?”

“Apparently,” You whisper, leaning closer and glancing briefly at Kelly to make sure she’s sufficiently distracted, “That wasn’t part of the plan. She told me she was throwing me out of the car and driving off.” You note the blush lighting up Kelly’s cheeks as she talks with Pam, before turning your attention back to Jim. You hadn’t realized you leaned in this close- or did he lean in as well? His face was next to yours, close enough to share a kiss.

“Shall we head inside? Guys?” You both jump apart, and you look guiltily over to Pam, who spoke. She only smiled in response, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “We could grab a booth?”

The night was going well. It didn’t really feel like a date like Kelly had hoped it to be, but instead a nice get-together of a couple friends. You all laughed constantly, telling stories and jokes from the office, while also sharing your own life’s stories. No one really talked about their own life outside of the office while they were working, so it was a refreshing twist on things. You felt drawn even closer to the lot of them- Jim, especially, as he couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away from you for too long. You weren’t sure, but you thought it was Jim’s leg under the table pressing against your own. You hoped so, anyway.

“But, yeah, Toby is so weird! You guys don’t get that vibe?” Pam continues, giggling as she sips her mixed drink. Jim and Kelly were the only two keeping away from the alcohol, but you had ordered your favourite mixed drink and had slowly been sipping on it. You knew you weren’t drunk yet, but you were pleasantly tipsy.

“No?” You hesitated, trying to think back over the times you’ve interacted with him. It was more often than most since you worked in the annexe, but he always seemed like a nice, if tired, man.

“It’s cause he has a crush on you,” Kelly nods, laughing alongside Jim. Pam blushes, shaking her head quickly.

“Oh, no, of course not.”

“Well, Kelly would know,” Jim points out with a grin, raising his glass to his mouth and taking a large gulp. You watch confusion rush across Pam’s face, while Kelly’s turns a bright shade of red. She mouthed his name behind her cup, giving him a stern look.

“What does he mean by that?” She asks, looking between you and Kelly, then back at Jim. “What do you mean?”

“Oh,” You begin, laughing under your breath. “Just that Kelly has a lot of experience talking with Toby. He was the one who moved her into the annexe, after all. It almost seems like they have a lot in common?” You end it with a question, trying your best to be vague. Jim almost spits out his drink with his laugh, turning to cough into the crook of his arm.

You hear Pam question, “Yeah, why were you moved into the annexe?” Right as Kelly mumbled from beside you, “Not that much in common. Like one thing.” You and Jim meet eyes, trying to keep the humour from your faces.

The rest of the night passed in much the same way. You still were unsure about the whole ‘Jim liking you’ bit but found yourself pleasantly hopeful. And it seemed like- if that was true- maybe Jim was trying to get back at Kelly by teasing her about liking Pam. You began to wonder if that was his plan all along, showing up with Pam randomly. Honestly, whether this was a double date or just a hang-out with friends, you found yourself enjoying the time immensely. But the night was wearing thin, and all four of you had work in the morning.

As you and Pam were helping each other out of the booths, making sure she hadn’t forgotten her purse, Jim and Kelly had run off to pay the bill. You glanced over at Jim- probably with a longing look since you can’t exactly help it, being slightly inebriated- and watched him lean in close to Kelly as they began whispering back and forth.

“He’s a good guy, y’know.” You look back over to Pam, eyes widening. “I don’t know you well enough yet to know your thoughts on him, but he is a good guy. And he deserves the world.” You chuckle softly, nodding.

“Yeah,” You say breathlessly, looking back over to him. He glanced up at the same time, and you can’t help the smile crossing your face. “I think so too.”

“Then tell him,” Pam insists, and you look back down to her. “He deserves to know that. He thinks he’s not worth your time, apparently.”

“That’s ridiculous-”

“What’s ridiculous?” Jim asks as the other two rejoin you and Pam. Pam smiles brightly leaning over to take Kelly’s arm.

“That you have to drive all the way across town just to drop me off, Jim!”

“Actually, we were just talking about that,” Kelly mumbles, and you smile watching her attempt to hold eye contact with Pam unsuccessfully. “If it’s okay with you, then maybe I could take you home? And Jim can take Y/N.”

“Yes!” Pam practically yells out, and you chuckle softly. You look over toward Jim, seeing him already looking your way.

“If that’s alright with you?” He whispers, and you nod immediately.

“Of course it is, Jim.”

“Good,” Jim says, releasing a breath as if with relief.

“Good,” You parrot, reaching forward boldly to take his hand. “Lead on, then.”

Once you and Jim make it to his car, you both wait before getting in to make sure Pam and Kelly are in their car safe and buckled. Once Kelly begins pulling out, Jim turns to you and leans in closer. “I had a fantastic time today.” You laugh, nodding along, leaning against his car and gravitating toward him.

“I did too. ‘Was surprised that Pam showed up, though.”

“Well, Kelly did say it was ‘the office’ going out for drinks. I thought it’d be fine.”

“Well, she didn’t actually mean the office, apparently. She was just trying to get us alone.” You shrug, smirking up at him. His deer-in-headlights look was gone now, for some reason. He seemed bold, leaning closer and taking your hand.

“And if it was? Would that have been fine?” You laugh again, nodding slowly.

“That would’ve been perfect.” His face slowly loses his teasing look, turning serious- but soft.

“Y/N,” Your name is husky in his mouth as he begins leaning closer, and you can smell his cologne in the air. Everything was so much, his smell, his body heat, his honey-brown eyes as he took up your entire vision. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” You whisper in return and meet him halfway as your lips crush together. He pulls the hand not holding yours to your face, lightly caressing your cheek throughout the heated kiss, and you grab hold of his hip with your own free hand, pulling him closer. You can feel him moan through the kiss, turning his head to deepen it. This was nothing like you’ve dreamed of- but oh, so much better.

When you two finally part, breathing heavily, he’s pressing you against his car with the length of his body. You both pant as you stare into each other’s eyes, and your grip slowly loosens on his hip. Eventually, he pulls away, clearing his throat with a blush. “Wow,” He whispers, a smile growing as he looks at you bashfully.

“Yeah,” You agree just as quietly, and Jim moves to open the passenger door for you. “Oh, right. Thank you.”

As you sat down in Jim’s car, ready to be driven home, you can’t help but think: ‘Man, I love working for Dunder Mifflin. Even the bad days can turn into the best ones.’

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Better With You - Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: If you can could you please do one about Tommy having a sort of possessive claim over you (not in an abusive way of course) even though you’ve never looked at him in that way, and when Michael comes into the family again you two get close, which makes Tommy extremely jealous.

Requested by: Anonymous

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: Thomas has known (Y/N) for all of her life and loved her for most part of his, always disguising his claim on her as friendly protectiveness. What happens when Michael makes his way back into the family and starts to get a little too close to her for Tommy’s liking?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, mild smut (?).

Word Count: 3526

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you all have fun reading it too. An especial thank to @the-friendly-editor for helping me edit this, it meant a lot to me. Tags are at the end of the post, if you want to be add send me a message. I would love to hear what you think of it, your feedback is always appreciated.

Things you should consider before reading this:

1. I named the Shelby’s mother Anastasia because I felt like I needed to do that. Also, I know that there is a lot of discussion about Finn and the rest of the Shelbys having the same mother or not. I just assumed that they all have the same mother and she died a little after giving birth to Finn. It is not something groundbreaking for the fic but I wanted to clarify just in case.

2. The boys went to war right at the beginning of it; I just ignored the information given to us by “The Ballad of Tommy Shelby”.

3. I probably forgot to warn you about something, I’m sorry.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name | (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

If you asked Tommy how long he had known (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he wouldn’t know how to answer—fuck, it seemed like the woman had been in his life forever.

He remembered the day his mother had brought him to the (Y/L/N)’s house for them to meet the new baby. Four-year-old Tommy had complained all the way to their neighbor’s house, much to his older brother’s amusement, until their mother had given him a scolding. (Y/N)’s birth had been the talk of Watery Lane. They finally had a sweet little girl for the neighborhood to dote on.

With two sons, Anastasia was more than happy to welcome the little girl into their lives, not so secretly longing to have a daughter, and that was the reason for Tommy to be fussing over going to see the newborn—jealousy.

However, nothing could have prepared little Tommy for what was about to happen when his mother sat him down on the couch and Mrs. (Y/L/N) put the bundle of covers in his arms—his icy blue eyes stared down at baby (Y/N), who stopped crying instantly when she looked up at him with bright (Y/E/C) eyes of her own. From that moment on, Tommy knew that he would always love her.

And love her he did, since that day and throughout all of their lives. He would raise hell at home for his mother to bring him to the (Y/L/N)’s home so he could see (Y/N), and the three adults would all be astonished at how easily the baby would stop crying when she was in his arms. It wasn’t really a surprise that the first word she babbled was “Tom” or that when she started walking, on wobbly feet, it was Tommy she was seeking.

As they grew up, they grew closer, until it became almost impossible to have one without the other. When Ada was born, Tommy was worried about the possibility that (Y/N) would forget about him, that she would be too enchanted by having another girl around. Instead, as the time passed, he discovered that his little sister was one more reason for (Y/N) to spend more time at the Shelby home.

Even when he started messing around with the boys on the street, and she befriended other girls at school, they would still seek each other out whenever they could. They stuck together when their teenage years came, when Tommy started fooling around with girls from school and secretly scaring down most of the boys that showed any interest in (Y/N).

At least, he did until the day she came crying to him about not being good enough or pretty enough for anybody, not like the girls he would go out with, and breaking his heart; that certainly wasn’t what he had in mind when chasing down the boys. All he had wanted was to protect her, to make sure that she wouldn’t exchange him for some other boy. He wanted to ensure that she was his and his only.

That was actually the reason that led to their first kiss—her first kiss—(Y/N/N) had asked him, pleaded with him, through all the tears to just kiss her and get it done. Fifteen-year-old (Y/N) was sure that nobody would ever want her, and she wanted to experience it at least once. She told Tommy he was the only one she trusted with the task.

“It will mean nothing to you, Tom. You have kissed a million other girls already—I will just be another one for you—but it’s important to me. Please, Tom? Please, please.”

Her pleas had won him over, but (Y/N)’s words couldn’t have been further from the truth—the kiss had meant something for him. It had meant more than he predicted when he gave in to her begging, because the moment their lips touched, Tommy realized he was in love with his best friend and the worst part was that she didn’t had a fucking clue about it.

Then Tommy did what he did best; he pretended that it never happened, pushing it away and never talking to anyone about the kiss or his feelings. He stopped chasing down the boys who would show interest in (Y/N) and watched as she eventually started going out with some of them, laughing with him about how stupid she was to think that no one would ever like her.

When her first boyfriend got too handsy and she broke up with him—not before giving him a good left hook that left him with a very black eye, just like Tommy had taught her—(Y/N) had gone straight to the Shelby home, looking for comfort in his arms. Tommy pretended that the gnawing feeling in his chest was nothing but brotherly protectiveness instead of anger, jealousy and possessiveness—a destructive combination, especially on a Shelby boy.

(Y/N) had stayed with him that night, and the both of them slept together like they used to when they were kids. First thing in the morning the next day, right after he left her at her own house, he found her now ex-boyfriend and beat him up. Arthur and Freddie had to get him off of the guy, afraid of what he would end up doing if they didn’t stop him.

After that, Tommy had focused on channeling his frustrations into going out with every girl in town that wasn’t her. It wasn’t difficult, he was good looking and charming and he was very aware of it; that’s how he met Greta, and thought that he could get over his feelings for his best friend with her.

Greta’s parents were against their involvement at first, but he charmed them, so they started dating. His heart broke down when (Y/N) found out and showed genuine happiness for him having finally found somebody to settle down with.

Tommy’s plan was to end things between them. However, Greta fell ill and he didn’t have the heart to break up with her, so he stayed by her side until she passed. (Y/N) gave him support in the only way she knew how: by loving him.

Just not in the way he wanted her to.

When they thought that things would go back to normal, the War exploded and Tommy did the only thing he considered right in his eyes: he enlisted alongside his brothers. Their first fight had taken place on the night he told her he was leaving for France in two weeks. (Y/N) had hit and screamed at him until he was able to take a hold on her and then, then she cried in his arms the whole night, afraid that she would lose him forever.

They did the best they could with those two weeks. Once more, nothing could have prepared Tommy for (Y/N)’s appeal the night before he was shipping to France. She had come to him right after dinner. Her father was preparing himself to leave, too, and both of the (Y/L/N) women were enjoying whatever time they had left with him before he was gone.

As they both laid there in his bed, resting in each other’s arms and staring at the ceiling, (Y/N) made the decision that would seal his fate if he could survive the war.

“Make love to me.”

It wasn’t a question, nor a request—she was simply telling him to make love to her like this was the most logical thing in the world. His breath caught in his throat, preventing him from answering at first, and (Y/N/N) took that as a cue to reassure him.

“It will be like my first kiss, Tommy, just something I have to get over with. I want it to be you. I trust you. Let me give you at least one last good memory of me before you go.”

Again, he caved in, not needing much more convincing than the certainty in her eyes as she looked down at him, propped up on one elbow. Her hand rested unintentionally above his heart. Granting her wishes, he let himself dive into his own desires, touching her the way he had wanted since they had kissed for the first time.

He worked her body like a delicate instrument and pulled at her strings smoothly, engraving every beautiful sound that he coaxed out of her and the feel of her under his fingertips in his memory. When morning came, they were still a mess of limbs intertwined together, trying to hold on to a last thread of hope and imprint the last few hours on their memories.

In a way, (Y/N) was right. The boy that entered that train in 1914 wasn’t the same that got out of it in 1918. Yet, his love for her never faltered; it just became a tad more… dangerous.

Thomas lost count of how many letters they had exchanged during the past four years. He lost count of how many times he dreamt of her, of coming back home and telling her how he felt. However, any courage he had gathered vanished the moment he saw her waiting for him at the train station. He couldn’t condemn her to a life by his side, he had already taken enough from her.

Polly had told him in her letters how (Y/N/N) had helped her with the business, with the house, with Finn, and with any other thing she could. Especially after her mother, who had given up on life after Mr. (Y/L/N) was killed in combat, passed. A part of him felt guilty for not being there for her as much as she was for him when his mother passed and his father left.

“She’s a Shelby now.”

That’s what Polly had said when he asked her if (Y/N) had any remaining family.

Not much changed when they returned. (Y/N/N) still worked with them. She spent more time at the Shelby home and the gambling den than at her own place. The two of them still sought each other out, not talking much, but enjoying each other’s company. It was in those quiet moments with her that Tommy had a little peace.

Thomas drowned himself in work to forget it all, wanting to expand the business, unleashing his ambitions so long smothered by the war. They found the guns, in a strike of luck, he thought. Both Polly and (Y/N) advised him to let it go, but he just couldn’t. It was too good of an opportunity.

Campbell had come because of it, and with him, Grace. At the time, he didn’t know who she really was. He thought that the beautiful, blonde barmaid was just that: beautiful and innocent, everything he and his family were not. So he fooled himself, fell for her, and then she betrayed him and left for America.

Again, (Y/N) was there for him, and again, he found himself sinking into his love for her. The only good thing that came from all this mess was that the business was never better. He thought that it was time to start planning for an expansion, and with that came another thing that he hadn’t quite predicted—Michael.

He had planned to find Polly’s children for her. She had been suffering quite a lot lately. Even if people thought that his heart was as good as gone, he wanted his family to be okay. He wanted them to be happy.

Thomas found the boy and he came to Polly, making his way into the family and the business quickly. That included starting to get close to (Y/N) – too fucking close for his liking.

It was supposed to be natural, he knew that. (Y/N) kept the books at the shop. She was better with numbers than most of them, so it was natural that she would be the one to help Michael when he assumed the position of accounts clerk.

After they came back, he learned that (Y/N) had become very good at sneaking around without getting caught. It was rare to see her with any men whose last name wasn’t Shelby, or wasn’t closely related to the Peaky Blinders. That didn’t mean she didn’t have men swooning over her all the time, or that he was finally okay with that—much like when they were teenagers, he wanted to chase them all down—the only difference was now he was more deadly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

It was Michael’s voice that brought him back to reality, and his gaze fell immediately on the boy. They were all gathered on the snug in the Garrison. (Y/N) was sitting between him and Michael, Tommy’s arm casually rested on her shoulders.

(Y/N) said, “Oh, no, you would totally get it... after a few more weeks.”

Everyone burst out laughing at her remark, but the only thing he could think about was the hand Michael rested on (Y/N)’s thigh. His own hand clenched around his glass before he downed the rest of its contents.

He didn’t notice Polly’s gaze on him. Despite what most people believed, Tommy had never been a good liar. He could get away with omitting information to people and redirecting the conversation, most of the time, but a direct confrontation was a completely different thing. Polly was always able to read him first, to know the things he wasn’t willing to share.

“Maybe we should just hire you instead of Michael, then.” He ignored the look (Y/N) gave him, taking another drag of his cigarette and looking away.

However, he couldn’t miss the lingering touches, or how (Y/N/N) leaned into Michael when he talked to her, and how she was just so comfortable with him. It made his blood boil.

When (Y/N/N) said she wanted to get home he offered to walk her, and was fairly surprised at how she didn’t say a word to him until they reached her front door.

Then she turned to face him, features painted with anger, and asked, “What the hell was that, Tom?”

He actually rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

(Y/N) huffed, turning around to unlock the door before entering the house, leaving it open for him to follow. She went straight to the dressing room, shedding her coat and throwing it at the table with her purse as he followed her closely.

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

She was taking her shoes off, and Tommy took advantage of the moment to let his eyes follow her movements. God, was he in love with that woman.

“I’m talking about your attitude with Michael at the Garrison. That was completely unnecessary,” She said.

“Someone had to put that boy in his place,” Tommy said.

(Y/N) turned to him then, and he would be worried with that look if he hadn’t been at the receiving end of her anger for so many years.

“Oh, please enlighten me, Thomas. What is his place?” (Y/N) asked.

“For fucks sake, (Y/N/N), he was all over you!”

She rolled her eyes. “He is a boy, Thomas, a boy. He’s family…”

Tommy never thought that what would make him snap would be hearing her say that Michael was family, but apparently it was.

“He’s family, huh?” Thomas said. “He is fucking family! Then he should know better and stay away from you.”

She stared at him for a moment, brow furrowed, as she seemed to put the puzzle together in her head. “Why would he stay away from me, Tom?”

He turned around to face away from her for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face. “No, no. You won’t make me feel guilty for that.”

“Make you feel guilty for what, Tommy?”

He recognized the hint of annoyance on her tone and couldn’t ignore it anymore, the alcohol giving him the courage that he had lost that day on the train station, as he turned around and shouted, “For loving you!”

She held her breath, eyes widening as she stared back at him.

Tommy continued, “Michael should stay away from you because you’re fucking mine and I love you.”

“Tommy, I’m not your property, and you know that I love you…”

“No, you don’t,” he interrupted her, making her look at him with confusion, “You don’t love me the way I love you. The way I’ve loved you since the fucking day you asked me to kiss you when you were fifteen!”

He saw her flinch before murmuring his name, trying to gain his attention but he couldn’t stop now. The truth was finally out there and he just had to go on with it, let it all out before he lost his mind.

“You said to me that it would mean nothing, that it would be just another kiss for me, but you were wrong,” Tommy said, his breaths short.

She looked bewildered, and Tommy held onto a strand of hope he didn’t even know still existed.

“That kiss meant fucking everything. From that day on, I’ve never seen you in the same way as before, because I realized I was in love with you and you didn’t feel the same. So I ignored these feelings while I saw you going out with boys, and I’ve thrown myself into fucking every girl that wasn’t you because I knew I couldn’t have you, not the way I wanted.”

Tommy didn’t notice that he was walking to her until they were just a breath apart.

“Then I found Greta, and I thought that I could forget you, but it only reminded me that you are the only one I want. I was going to break up with her, but she fell ill. You stayed by my side, and just when I thought that I would have a chance to tell you everything, the war happened and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t, because there was no way in hell that I was going to risk going to fight in France and die. I couldn’t leave you here to suffer because of me, either because you felt the same or not.”

“Tommy…” (Y/N)’s voice was all but a whisper.

He couldn’t resist anymore, his hands brought her to him, his eyes observing hers from up close, not giving her time to talk or he would lose his courage.

“I was ready to go there and die, and never let you know how I felt. But you had to give me hope that night before I was shipped off to that fucking hell. You had to…”He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a brief second, a flood of memories making his heart race faster. “You had to give yourself to me. You had to give me a taste of what I thought I could never have, to make me want to survive the fucking war, to come back to you, and to let you know about all of these stupid feelings.”

Tommy couldn’t wait anymore. He did the one thing he had wanted to since he had returned from France—he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle or patient; no, it was urgent and filled with passion and he didn’t know how to stop, not when she wasn’t pushing him away. He devoured her as a man starved, teeth clashing and hands grabbing at anything they could touch. They were both out of breath when they finally parted.

“You said that you wanted to give me one last good memory and it was that memory that kept me alive during most of the nights when I was stuck in the fucking mud,” Thomas said.

(Y/N)’s fingers were clinging to him like her life depended on it, like she was afraid to lose him to the War again.

Tommy took the moment to let the words spill out. “The memory of you and the feeling of you under my fingers, and all around me, and the way you tasted.”

His lips brushed against hers, fingers clawing at the flesh of her hips like they had done the night before he left for France.

He backed her up against the wall, hands trailing down to the back of her thighs, picking her up and trapping her with his body.

Tommy looked straight to her eyes as he spoke again, “How you writhed under me, all the beautiful sounds you made, and I just wanted to come back to you and make some new memories.”

(Y/N) shivered at his words. She gave him just a brief second to observe the rise and fall of her chest and her expanded pupils before he felt her fingers at the back of his head, forcing him to really look at her as she said, “Then let’s work on those new memories.”

Their lips clashed again, and every doubt that he ever felt vanished for a moment. That night their bodies moved together like old acquaintances, skin sliding against skin, hands gripping at each other, lips kissing every patch of skin while chanting a sinful choir of moans and curses alongside their names.

When Tommy woke up the next day, (Y/N/N) in his arms, he realized that he was finally home.

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littlemisswinchester7 · 4 years

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No one else but you (destiel)

Summary: My version of the alley scene (season 5 episode 18 : Point of no return)

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Dean had to face many enemies in his life, but he never thought he’ll have to face Cas one day. The angel was very important for him. Before he met Castiel, the angel of the Lord who saved him from perdition, Dean was 100% sure he was straight. Yet, Cas managed to break all of his walls, he became a part of him and he just won’t let go. Lately, Dean was always having wet dreams. Every night, he was dreaming of his angel. Yes, Dean was basically obsessed with Castiel. He wanted to feel Cas inside of him, hear him whimper in pleasure. He wanted the whole Castiel, only for him.

He’ll never mentioned his fantasies to his angel though, he was worried it might frighten him. Despite that, Dean was devoted to his angel and he would always help is Cas needs him. However, the hunter was a human first, and he reached the point of no return. He couldn’t bear the pressure of Michael and Lucifer anymore. He was about to say “yes”, he’ll say “yes” and everything would be over. Yet, Castiel wouldn’t let him do this. Dean never saw him like this, he seemed really pissed. Usually, the angel always had a neutral expression. By the way, it bothers the hunter because he can never guess what’s going on in his pretty head. He wanted to read in Cas’ mind the way Cas was reading in his.

Dean never thought that Castiel could throw him and beat him up in a damn alley. Ok, Castiel has every right to be mad, really. After all, the angel gave up everything and risked his life just to save him. But he thought Castiel’s anger would be expressed through some insults and that he’ll be gone for a few weeks. Ya know, the usual “radio silence”. This, what was happening right now, was never something Dean would have thought of. Castiel threw him on a concrete wall. His whole body was sore but he didn’t fought back, he wasn’t even trying to avoid the blows. The simple idea to hurt Castiel was making him sick. Dean’s indifference seems to upset Castiel even more as he gripped Dean’s jacket and threw him against the grid at the back of the alley.

Dean hit the grid pretty hard, and he fell back on the ground with a cracking sound. His whole body was bruised and he was pretty sure that his ankle just broke. He saw himself dying here, in an filthy alley, at night, killed by his best friend. He could tell that Castiel wasn’t done with him just yet. The hunter was now staring at the angel’s clenched fists. In a burst of dignity -or stupidity- he wasn’t sure, he straightens up as he can and starts yelling.

“Do it! Just do it dammit!”

Dean noticed a slight change in Cas’ gaze, as if the angel realized that he may have gone a little too far. Yet, his gaze was still intimidating. The hunter was shaking and he was trying really hard not to let the angel notice the pain he was in. It was useless, of course. Dean knew that Cas always knows everything. Nothing could escape his ocean eyes. The angel got closer and then he kneeled in front of him.

“I believe I’ve never felt such a rage before, Dean”

“Yep, I think I’ve noticed this, Cas.”

The hunter tried to move his leg a little, in order to ease the pain. Castiel is the one who did this to him, yet, he cannot blame him. He received the beating of his life, yes, but after all the crap he’s done in his life, Dean thinks he deserved it. When Dean saw that Cas’ hand was moving toward him, he tried to step back a little. After what happened, who could blame him though ? The angel’s hand reached Dean’s forehead and Dean realized that he was healed. Dean suddenly looked up, he was looking at Castiel in the eye. He was lost, he had no idea what to think anymore.

“Look, Dean, I’m very disappointed at you, but I still don’t want you to suffer.”

“I… Cas, you have to understand my place. You’re an angel, you’re above all this but I’m just human. I did this for my brother. Maybe you don’t understand my actions right now but you have to know that it was for Sammy. I wanted a better world for him.”

Suddenly, Castiel’s gaze was unbearable to support and the hunter looked down again. God, Dean felt himself becoming hard. Castiel’s rough voice and his intense gaze could turn him on so easily. Dammit, he though about being fucked right here in this alley where anyone could see them. He was unable to think about anything else now, and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t stop himself from moving a little to find some friction and he barely hold a moan which would have betrayed him. Cas was still staring at him, but his expression was different. Dean had the feeling to be completely exposed, it was like Castiel could see his every thoughts. Maybe he could, actually. We were talking about a friggin angel here. The simple idea turned the hunter on even more if it was possible. Oh jeez, he needed to find a way outta here and fast, otherwise he might just start to beg Cas to fuck him. The angel bent his head on the side like he often did, and Dean dared to look him in the eye again. This time, he couldn’t look away. He felt a strong current between them. It was impossible right? Castiel had no attraction for him.

“Look, Cas, I’m truly sorry to disappoint you but I can’t and I won’t regret my actions.”

“Oh, but I can guarantee you that you’ll regret them, and soon enough.”

Dean couldn’t reply as the angel gripped him by his shoulders and smashed him against the nearest wall. Castiel looked down at the bulge in Dean’s pants before looking up in his eyes.

“Well, Well it looks like you have a thing for violence”

“What ? N... No, I”

Castiel put his hands on the wall around the hunter’s face before smashing his lips on Dean’s. Castiel’s tongue was dominant and Dean opened his lips to let his angel in. Dean whined loudly when Cas bit his lips and then, licked it to ease the pain. Castiel’s mouth was sweet and dominant at the same time. The hunter forgot everything and kissed his angel back. He gripped Cas’ hair and pulled them a little which caused Castiel to moan. Wow, this was the hottest thing he ever heard. When Cas pulled back to let them both breathe, the Hunter could only see lust in Cas’ eyes.

“I know you were doing this on purpose Dean, I know that you do everything you can to piss me off. Stop fighting this.”

“Caaas, I…”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want this. Don’t forget I’m watching you. If only you knew how many times I answered your prayers only to find you in your bed moaning my name while you were sleeping.”

Dean couldn’t bear it anymore. Hearing his angel talking like that, it was so hot. He suddenly decided to act and he reversed their positions. Castiel looked surprised.

“If only you’ll let me speak, you’ll know that I want nothing else more than I want you.”

Castiel smiled whilst he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and his briefs down. He gripped Dean’s hair and forced the hunter to kneel in front of him.

“I want you to blow me Dean.”

The young man loved how his angel could change his mood like that. One moment he was patient and sweet and the other he was dominant and violent. Dean weren’t very submissive, but Castiel weren’t just a regular someone. He’ll do anything for him just because he wanted it. That’s why he did what he was asked. He started to stroke a little Cas’ length and the angel sighed at that. Dean loved to watch Cas’ every reaction. Whilst looking at him in the eye, Dean licked the little slit before he licked the whole thing. Dean whimpered when Cas grabbed his hair strongly. The hunter opened his mouth and took as much of his angel as he could. He put his hands on what was left and he started sucking and stroking his lover. He couldn’t get bored of the incredible noises that his angel was making. Suddenly, Cas took the control and he imposed his own rhythm. Yet, Cas was still careful not to hurt his hunter. Dean loved it when Cas took control and he moaned over and over. Cas felt every moans on his length and he eventually climaxed in Dean’s mouth. The hunter swallowed his cum under the angel’s approval.

“Well, well, who would have thought that Dean Winchester was a cock slut ? It’s obvious that’s not the first time you’re doing this.”

Dean moaned softly and reached the bulge in his pants to seek some relief.

“Oh, so you’re not even gonna try to deny it? The truth is, Dean that you’re a little slut. You want my cock that’s it ?”

“Y…es Caaas, please, I need you, help me.”

Castiel lifted Dean up and kissed him tenderly before he brought them back in the bunker with his magic. Dean needed a few seconds to realize where they were.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“I need you.”

“What do you want me to do Dean? I need you to be precise.”

“I, I want you to fuck me.”

Dean wasn’t even embarrassed to say those things. He was so turned on that he’ll do anything. Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean was now completely naked, at his angel’s mercy. Castiel then start to took off his tie slowly without breaking their eye contact. He seemed surprised when Dean stopped him.

“Cas, I, I really like your clothes… You were wearing them in all of my dreams and…”

Castiel shushed him by putting a finger on his lips.

“Ok then, I’ll keep my clothes on.”

The angel pushed Dean on the bed behind him.

“Turn around and I want you on all fours.”

Dean moved quickly. He was so needy for his angel. Castiel climbed on the bed behind Dean and leaned in order to kiss Dean’s back languidly and Dean moaned softly.

“You’re so good to me right now Dean, you’re beautiful, and mine. Do you understand what it means?”

“Yes, Castiel. Only yours.”

In this moment, Castiel was back to his old self. His motions were delicate and tender. The angel’s hands were slowly stroking Dean’s body. The angel managed to linger on the erogenous parts. A weird sound escaped Dean’s throat, it sounded like a purr and Castiel enjoyed it very much.

“Do you have lube?”

Dean slightly bent himself, opened the first drawer of his nightstand and picked a small bottle that he gave to his angel. He couldn’t see what was happening behind him but he felt his impatience growing as he heard that Cas had opened the bottle. Castiel poured some on his fingers before he pressed one of his fingers in Dean’s hole. Dean’s body tensed a little at the intrusion, but the soothing voice of his lover relaxed him.

“It’s ok Dean, don’t worry. You’re doing just fine.”

When Cas curled his finger and reached Dean’s sweet spot, the hunter whimpered and Castiel put another finger inside Dean. He started to move his fingers in and out of Dean at a small pace to prep him. Dean was moaning his angel’s name over and over.

“Caaas! It’s fine, I’m fine you can take me now.”

Castiel was waiting for this precise moment. He took his fingers off of Dean who whined at the lost. He then placed his erect member in front of Dean’s entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Cas, don’t worry I can take it.”

“Remember you asked for this.”

Castiel fully pressed himself in Dean in one quick motion. He was balls deep in his lover and he was making a bunch of noises. Dean tensed and screamed of both pleasure and pain.

“Dammit, you’re so tight around me Dean, Are you ok?”

The concern in Castiel’s voice warmed Dean’s heart. He knew that Castiel really cared for him. But they’ll have plenty of time for that after. Right now, Dean needed the dominant Cas to fuck the hell outta him.

“I’m ok, I just need you, fuck me hard Cas.”

Castiel growled at that and started to move at a really fast pace. Each of his thrusts made them both whimper in pleasure. Dean couldn’t hold the screams from his throat. He was screaming Castiel’s name. When Dean felt his orgasm build in him he screamed.

“Caaas, I’m close, I’m gonna…”

At this exact moment, Castiel stopped moving causing Dean to almost cry in frustration.

“Cas what the hell?”

“Dean, if you wanna come you will repeat everything I say.”

“W, What? But Cas…”

“I won’t disobey again.”

Dean had no reaction, so Cas pulled himself out a little. That’s when Dean understood. He repeated the sentence and was rewarded by a powerful thrust.

“I will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.”

“I wi… aaah will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.”

“Ok, good boy.”

Castiel started to thrust in Dean again and the hunter came a few seconds after that. When he felt Dean’s hole clench around his cock Castiel came too. They both fell on the bed, Castiel was still in his lover. Before the angel could say anything, Dean gripped his tie and kissed him.

“You’re mine too Cas, I’ll kill anyone who comes a little too close.”

Cas smiled to that and he hugged Dean.

“I don’t want anyone but you Dean.

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littlereyofsunlight · 4 years

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The Fire is So Delightful

Hi @geekynerddemon, I’m your @steggyfanevents secret santa! You chose modern AU from the options I gave you, so I wrote you some firefighter Steve Rogers and a self-rescuing Peggy Carter. There’s a cat in a tree, plus a bunch of the usual suspects from the MCU. Chapter 2 coming shortly!

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ch 1/2 Rating: Gen Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Characters: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sif, Dum Dum Dugan Additional Tags: Firefighter AU, Modern Day AU, romcom, meet-cute, the gang’s all here Summary: Peggy rescues a cat from a tree. Steve doesn’t help.

“Will you look after Liho for me?” Natasha’s sudden request startled Peggy out of her contemplation of the drink in front of her. They were at their usual place, a dingy little bar down the block from work where the bartenders all knew them and they could hold a conversation without having to shout over music or dodge the advances of the neighborhood suits, who generally avoided the place owing to its distinctly aggressive lack of atmosphere.

“Sorry?”

Natasha kept her eyes on her own drink, fidgeting with the straw. Natasha, normally a beer drinker, or after especially difficult weeks just straight vodka, had ordered one of the bar’s ridiculous cocktails. It was tequila-based, neon orange, came in a Tiki cup and had what looked to Peggy like an entire mint plant sticking out the top. “I’m going out of town for the holiday and I need a cat-sitter.”

Peggy had worked with Natasha on the analyst team for six years now, but she’d only ever been invited to her home once, a few months ago. “I’d be happy to, I have no plans.” As a rule, she saved the trans-Atlantic flights for better weather. Her parents weren’t big on Christmas, anyways.

Natasha gave a quick little half smile, and Peggy noticed her shoulders drop a good inch. “Thank you.” She took a sip of her drink, holding the ostentatious garnish away from her face as she did so. “My, um, ex-girlfriend is also going to be home for the holiday, so I didn’t want to just do a short trip this year. I’ll get you a key next week.” Then she changed the subject back to work, and they strategized about their supervisor’s latest power play—and speculated how their beloved admin Darcy Lewis might undermine it—until much too late for a work night.

Two weeks later, Peggy set her bag down just inside the threshold of Natasha’s bright, clean two-story duplex. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”

Nat waved her hand. “It’s such a long drive between your neighborhood and mine. If you’d be more comfortable at home, of course, Liho will be fine.”

Peggy looked around the downstairs living area, flooded with early afternoon light. “I’m sure I’ll be perfectly comfortable here. I just know how very private you are.”

Nat gave her a shy smile. “I think we’re past all that, aren’t we?”

“I’m glad you feel that way.” Peggy smiled broadly back.

“Okay, bedroom is upstairs and there are fresh sheets and towels and everything. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or pantry, of course. I got some of those yogurts you always eat, plus this—” Nat thrust a nice bottle of red wine into Peggy’s hands, though Peggy wasn’t sure exactly where she’d been hiding it up until then “—Her food is on the counter, please just the listed amounts, because she is a terrible beggar and will try to weasel more food out of you.“

“Noted,” Peggy said.

“And her litter boxes are in the bathrooms, the litter is flushable.”

“Convenient.”

“Also, she sometimes tries to escape out the front door, so look out for that.”

“So to review, your cat is a cat who acts like a cat,” Peggy teased. “I have this handled, I promise. Liho and I will get some quality time on your couch with everyone’s favorite streaming network while you spend the holiday with your sexy ex. Now get out of here. Maria’s waiting for you, isn’t she?”

“Thank you, Peggy,” Natasha said, as she rolled her eyes but pulled her in for a quick hug nonetheless. “Liho’s hiding upstairs, but she’ll probably come down around dinnertime, so like, six, if she doesn’t get curious about you before then.”

“Is she very interested in people?” Peggy’s grandmother kept cats in her little London flat, and they were always all over the place regardless of who was visiting, though she supposed that could have been more out of necessity. The few times she and her brother Michael had tried to play hide-and-seek while visiting Nana had been very anticlimactic: there were only two good child-sized (or even cat-sized) hiding spots in the whole place.

Nat shook her head. “She and I get along because we’re very similar.”

“So if I lose her, I should just put out a saucer of vodka.”

“It might work,” Nat allowed. “Smart-ass.”

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nat looked up the stairs one more time. “Thanks again. Text me if you need anything.”

“We won’t.” Peggy raised her eyebrow. “Text me if you get some this weekend.”

Nat actually blushed at that, to Peggy’s surprise. “You’re sort of wearing on my gratitude, here,” she grumbled fondly. She picked up her bag and took her coat off the hook.

Peggy threw up her hands. “Yes, I’m trying to get you to leave already!”

Laughing over her shoulder, Nat finally opened the door. “See you in a week.”

“Drive safe!” Peggy called after her.

“Oh!” Nat called, stopping beside her car. “My neighbors are all pretty friendly, don’t be surprised if someone pops by.”

Before Peggy could formulate a response (How friendly? Which neighbors? Why aren’t any of them watching your cat?), Nat was in her car and on her way. “Thanks for that advice, I guess,” Peggy said to herself. She closed the door and looked around. At least this Christmas she’d be alone in a new location, she mused. She pulled out her phone and tapped out a quick message to her friend Angie back home, even though Peggy knew she’d be asleep already. She scrolled aimlessly through the apps on her phone, hovering over the ‘dating’ folder she’d shoved Hinge and Bumble and all the rest into after the last in a series of disastrous dates over the summer. Peggy hated to admit it, even to herself, but she was lonely.

True to Natasha’s word, a small, sleek black cat poked her head through the top two spindles of the stairs promptly at six pm and, upon seeing Peggy on the couch but not Natasha, she let out a series of squeaking chirps. Peggy put down the novel she’d borrowed from Nat’s bookshelf—Lauren Beukes’s Broken Monsters, and here Peggy had thought Nat to be more of a nonfiction reader—and got up to see what Liho’s dinner situation was.

Natasha very clearly cared a great deal for the skinny little cat who, according to Nat, had turned up on her doorstep one day and invited herself to stay forever. There was a stainless steel water dish that continuously burbled up a little fountain, and two shallow dishes, one for wet food and one for dry. On the counter above the cat’s dishes, Nat had thoughtfully set out Liho’s food, all fancy brand-name specialty stuff. Liho chirped at her a few more times while Peggy dumped a can of wet into the designated bowl, and she kept making adorable little nomming noises while she chowed down. Peggy stroked her hand down the cat’s back and Liho jumped and shot Peggy an affronted look before she went back to her food.

“No touchy while eating, got it.” Peggy left the cat to her meal and grabbed her phone to see what delivery options were available in Nat’s neighborhood. As she tried to decide between Mexican and an interesting Vietnamese-fusion place, the doorbell rang.

Peggy opened the door to a barefoot, confused-looking man wearing a t-shirt despite the frigid weather. He sketched a brief wave before launching into a query in sign language, but she couldn’t hope to follow. Peggy waved back and gave him a broad “huh” gesture. He nodded and reached up to turn on the hearing aids hidden under his hat.

“Is Nat home?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, she’s not in,” Peggy responded.

“I’m her neighbor, Clint,” he said, pointing his thumb at the other side of the duplex. “I was hoping she’d want to split a takeout order.”

“Oh!” Peggy said, realization dawning. “I’m Peggy, Nat’s friend from work. I’m watching her cat for the week. Did she tell you she was going back for the holiday?”

Clint watched her lips closely and nodded as she spoke. “Right, sorry, I forgot.” He scratched the back of his head under his knit cap and squinted at her. “Do you maybe want to go in on some takeout?”

A grin spread across her face and she opened the door wider. “What do you think of the Vietnamese place?”

Clint gave her both thumbs up. “The báhn bao are freaking amazing.”

When Nat texted later that evening to let Peggy know she’d arrived, Peggy and Clint snapped a quick photo for her with their very impressive spread of food and Liho just barely visible in the background, creeping on the interlopers in her home from the top of the stairs. Nat texted back a laughing with tears emoji and then when you go to bed tonight double check under the covers. she sometimes attacks feet if she’s not expecting them

Noted, Peggy replied. More normal cat behavior.

Nat sent back the eye-roll emoji.

Have you seen Maria yet? Peggy hoped she wasn’t being too nosy. She and Nat had been friendly for years but this new level, with in-home cat-sitting and ex-sex-discussing, was still pretty new for them.

In response, a photo appeared of Nat’s slim fingers around a half-drunk pint glass. she’s meeting me in 30 minutes, got here early for some liquid courage

Peggy sent her a string of crossed fingers and martini glasses, punctuated with a purple heart.

Nat sent back a purple heart and Peggy felt it in her chest, warm and liquid. She didn’t have many good friends, and all of them were back home in the UK. Nat, standoffish, prickly, elusive Nat, was turning out to be her first real friend in the States.

Just then, Liho jumped up into Peggy’s lap and butted her head against the hand holding her phone. Now she was ready for Peggy to pet her.

Clint was good company, and he turned out to unabashedly love Love Island, which Peggy watched to keep up with Angie’s opinions on the subject, so he and Peggy re-started the beginning of the third series together and talked about how Camilla was too good for the rest of the crowd.

While Peggy got ready for bed, she poked her head around the upstairs, looking for Liho as she brushed her teeth and slathered on moisturizer, dipping back into the bathroom to spit and then to dab on a spot treatment.

“Where are you hiding, miss?” She peeked behind the door of Nat’s second bedroom, set up as an office. She spun the desk chair around, but there was no cat curled in a ball in the seat. Peggy went into Nat’s bedroom and threw back the covers, but no luck. She called and called, but Liho didn’t poke her head out, didn’t answer with a chirp. Peggy searched the whole house twice, and then remembered what Nat had said about the front door. Had it been open too long when Clint left? Peggy had said goodnight and gone to put away her leftovers, she hadn’t watched to see if the cat stayed inside. She couldn’t remember seeing her after that.

Feeling out of sorts, Peggy grabbed her phone and Nat’s key, tossed a hoodie on over her sleeping shirt and shoved her feet into her sneakers. She opened the door and stepped onto the stoop, calling softly for Liho as she shut the door firmly behind her, in case the cat was still inside. “If you’re out here, darling, please come back inside.” Peggy shivered as a cold wind blew down the street, throwing the bare branches of the tree in Nat’s yard against each other. A full moon and a cloudless sky, plus the street lamps and the festive lights on many of the houses meant the street was fairly well-lit, even at this hour.

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and swept the light around the walkway, focusing on the spots in shadow. “Liho!” She stepped off the stoop and into the yard. Over the wind, Peggy heard it. An unmistakable chirp. She spun around, trying to see the cat. “Come here, kitty!” Against her better judgement, she made kissy noises and thanked the lord no one else seemed to be out at this hour. Another chirp, and this time Peggy realized where it was coming from. She aimed her light at the tree. Standing in a vee about halfway up the old oak was Liho, shivering in the wind.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Peggy said, “did you get yourself stuck up there?” Liho chirped back at her and stayed put.

Peggy eyed the tree trunk. She’d climbed more difficult ones, to be sure, but not since primary school. She tucked her phone and keys into her pocket and zipped her hoodie up to her chin. “I’m gonna get you down,” she told the cat. “Don’t worry,” she said, mostly to herself.

As Peggy climbed, Liho retreated further up into the branches. “That’s the wrong direction!” Peggy complained. But she could keep going, so she did. The street lamp provided decent illumination, and it was a dry, cold night, so the bark wasn’t slippery against her rubber-soled shoes.

A truck rumbled down the street and stopped at a nearby house and Peggy hoped the occupants wouldn’t notice her, climbing a tree at midnight in her pajamas.

“Uh, ma’am?” A voice called up from below.

“Bugger,” Peggy cursed. No such luck.

She didn’t dare look down, the branches were starting to get thin. Liho watched the man on the street with some interest, though, which might work in Peggy’s favor. “Ma’am I’m with the fire department. Is everything okay up there?”

Peggy had to laugh. “I’m fine, just retrieving a cat. But you seem to be short a hook and ladder, or even a siren. So try again, Mr. Fireman.”

She heard a sigh from down below, but Liho was cautiously creeping towards Peggy along one of the topmost branches. “That’s it, come here.” Peggy reached out her hand and Liho came closer. Peggy braced herself against the trunk of the tree, hugging it with her thighs, and then she grabbed the cat by the scruff of her neck. Liho let out an undignified squawk but didn’t fight her grip, allowing Peggy to drag her close to her chest and hold her there.

“Good job,” the man encouraged.

“No thanks to you,” Peggy muttered. She climbed down. Liho, to her credit, submitted to Peggy’s hold like a kitten in her mama’s jaws. Soon enough, they were both out of the tree.

The supposed firefighter stood several feet away on the sidewalk, watching. “All set?” he asked.

“We’re fine.” She finally got a good look at him then, and well, he did look the part. At least six feet tall, with broad shoulders, fair hair, and a clean-cut All-American sort of look, if the chiseled jawline throwing shadows under the streetlamps were anything to go by. He wasn’t in his gear, of course, just jeans and a short leather jacket. It was still a good look on him.

He looked back up the tree. “You, uh, you’re pretty good at that.” He looked back to her and gave her a small smile.

“It’s not my first tree.” She looked him up and down. “Are you really a firefighter?”

He hooked his thumb back at his truck. “Not on duty. I heard the call on my radio, and I was nearby.” Now Peggy could see the bar of lights on the top of his truck. “I’m guessing you didn’t call this in, though? You definitely had things under control.”

She smiled despite herself. “I did have it under control.”

He nodded. “Well, glad I could be of no help at all.”

“You certainly did get here quickly, so points for that, I suppose.” She shifted the cat against her and took a tentative step closer.

“I live in the neighborhood.” He took a step closer, too. Peggy could see the wry smile on his lush mouth now. “Steve Rogers,” he offered.

“Peggy Carter. I’m just cat-sitting for a friend.” She cut him a look under her lashes, having a bit of fun. “But I’m starting to see why my friend likes this location.” Steve open and shut his mouth a few times, and then his reply was cut off by the wail of a siren. They both turned to look as a fire truck careened down the street. Steve stepped into the center of the road to flag them down. As the siren got louder, Peggy felt Liho tense under her hands, her front claws digging into Peggy’s sweatshirt. She tried to hold her close, but the cat squirmed away and bounded right back up into the tree. “Oh, Bloody Nora!”

He came back to stand beside her, hands on his hips. “Did the cat just run back up the tree?”

Peggy sighed. “The cat just ran back up the tree.”

“Well,” Steve scratched at the back of his head as he looked up to where Liho had perched herself, “I have that ladder now.”

“Captain Rogers!” Someone called from over by the truck. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve checked his watch. “Lieutenant Barnes, somehow I made it here a full five minutes before you did.”

“Aw, Steve, it’s a cat in a tree.”

“I told him we should get our hustle on for any call in your neighborhood, Cap,” another firefighter piped up.

“You should hustle for any call anywhere, come on, team” Steve’s voice got more commanding as he spoke with the members of the crew.

“Is that the cat’s owner?” another crew member piped up, gesturing at Peggy as she climbed down from the truck.

“I’m caring for her, yes,” Peggy replied.

The woman looked up at the tree and back at Peggy. “Would she let someone hold her if we got the ladder up there?”

Peggy considered. “She’s not great with new people.”

The firefighter nodded and looked back at Steve. “Cat bag.”

“Cat bag,” Steve agreed. “Ms. Carter here already got her down once, so I don’t think this one’s a jumper.”

The rest of the crew all exchanged looks, disbelief clear on their faces despite the truck’s flashing lights throwing strange shadows over the group. “Uh, what?” The handsome one Steve had called Barnes broke the awkward silence.

“I got her down,” Peggy explained. “Then your siren scared her and she went right back up.”

Another firefighter—also a handsome man, Peggy noticed—looked slowly between Peggy and the tree. “So if you didn’t have any trouble getting up there, then why …?” He squinted back at Peggy.

“She didn’t call this in, it must have been a neighbor.” Steve clapped his hands together. “All right, it’s cold out and I’m sure that cat wants to be warm inside, just like the rest of us. Who’s going up?”

“Not it,” both Barnes and the other one said at the same time.

“Wilson,” Barnes whined, “I got the last one.”

“Allergies, man. You’d have to dose me with Benadryl if you want me within five feet of a cat.” Wilson shrugged. “Sif, can you take this one?’

The female firefighter—yet again a very attractive person, statuesque with dark hair and big, dark eyes, Peggy was starting to wonder if the entire engine company put out a calendar every year—already had a burlap sack, which Peggy assumed was the cat bag, in her hands, along with a length of nylon rope and carabiners. She rolled her eyes at the other two. “Well, it’s not like Cap’s going to send Dum Dum up after her, is it?”

As if on cue, a fourth fire fighter stuck his head out of the truck’s door. “Everything okay out here?”

“Thanks for the help, Dugan!” Steve shouted back.

“Oh! Cap! Didn’t realize you were here!”

Steve waved him off and turned back to Sif. “You don’t want the ladder?”

Sif looked at the tree. “Nah, it’ll go faster and scare the cat less if I climb up. What’s her name?” The last part she addressed to Peggy.

“Liho.”

Sif nodded, put on some thick work gloves she produced from a pocket, clipped the cat bag to her belt and up she went.

“You know,” Peggy said, standing next to Steve as they watched Sif’s ascent, “if you lot hadn’t showed up I’d already be back in the house with the cat I’ve been entrusted to look after.”

She could hear the smile in his voice as he replied. “But then you wouldn’t have met me or my motley crew, and wouldn’t that have been a shame.”

Peggy eyed him speculatively and took a breath. “Jury’s still out. Perhaps you could buy me coffee sometime, Captain, as an apology for keeping me up so late. Give me more time to decide.” She felt brazen, hitting on a man who was there to do his work, but he wasn’t her neighbor, after all. And she was intrigued by this man, his apparent kindness, how he showed up even when his shift was over, not to mention the easy way he had with the people under his command. Captain Steve Rogers was the sort of man she wanted to get to know better. And, not to put too fine a point on it ... he was sexy.

Half his mouth quirked up in a self-conscious smile and he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Coffee, huh?” He looked at her, his ridiculously long eyelashes casting shadows on his face in the strange light. “Could we make it dinner? Tomorrow?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on the balls of his feet. “With the upcoming holidays, I’m going to be working ten days straight. Better to get it out of the way.”

“Oh.” Peggy’s spirits fell.

“No!” Steve backtracked, eyes wide. “That came out all wrong. That was me trying not to uh, sound too eager? Also, I’m tired, and one of my firefighters is up a tree, and you are a very attractive woman and you just asked me out and my brain might be short-circuiting right now?”

Peggy had to laugh at that. “Okay, okay, stop digging.”

“You have to forgive Cap,” Wilson said from behind them. “We don’t let him out much.”

“This may in fact be the first non-work conversation he’s had with a woman,” Barnes chimed in. “Sorry it was so bad. He’s terrible at flirting.”

Steve took the good-natured teasing in stride. “Watch it, you two,” he warned them, but there was only wry warmth in his tone as he shook his head.

“I agree, it was very lacklustre flirting,” Peggy said. “You’ll need to step up your game for dinner tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve replied, a broad smile on his face.

“Got her!” Sif called from above. “Coming down. Good job securing a date, Cap.”

Peggy had to agree with that, too.

#steggysecretsanta #steggy fic #geekynerddemon #steve rogers #peggy carter #my fic

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hunnywrites · 5 years

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Arcade Dreams: Chapter One

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: When being introduced to the Midnight overlaps with the third season of Stranger Things being released, you write a Billy Hargrove fic. He’s trying his best to become a soft boy, but instead you all get this mess of a slow burn fic.

Christmas break was surprisingly more lively in Hawkins than Teddi had anticipated. The Hawkins Family Video store and the Palace Arcade were always pretty popular during weekends, sure, but in the few days since school had let out she had found herself bouncing back and forth between the two shops because she and Keith were seriously understaffed. She didn’t mind it. Everyone in town was surprisingly nice, and a lot of the kids that stopped into the arcade were pretty entertaining. There was one group she had taken a liking to. Max Mayfield and her gang always managed to make a shift more exciting, and she loved helping them give Keith grief.

She had popped into the arcade about twenty minutes ago and found them spread out among the games. Max seemed to be missing, but there was a new girl that had tagged along the last few nights. Apparently Chief Hopper had a daughter she hadn’t known about. Not that that surprised her. As of that week she had only been in Hawkins for two months. Her family had moved there from upstate New York after her dad had been laid off. Now they lived in a really crappy place that seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere even for Indiana. It was why she had taken the video store/arcade job to begin with. There was no way her parents would be able to pay for college now. So now she was desperate for as many shifts as she could get from Keith on top of looking for a second job.

Since the arcade seemed to be relatively peaceful for a Friday night, she was focused on the video store now. Keith was forcing her to play that god awful animated Rudolph movie on repeat to get customers into the Christmas spirit. If she had to listen to that elf talk about how he wanted to be a dentist one more time, she might actually lose it. She was bouncing back and forth between the register, restocking and organizing shelves and rewinding tapes people had returned. She was so busy that she had managed to drown out those awful claymation characters and the sound of a roaring engine outside. She threw a “Welcome to Hawkins’ Video!” over her shoulder when she heard the bell on the door jingle as it opened.

She was tidying up the holiday display when someone’s shadow loomed over her. “You work here?” a gruff voice asked. Teddi looked up, eyebrows together in confusion as she tried to imagine what this guy could possibly be so huffy about.

“Sure do,” she said as she stood. She was immediately met with the smell of cologne, cigarette smoke and spearmint. “What can I help you with?”

Teddi vaguely recognized him after a few moments. They went to the same school. She didn’t entirely remember his name, but she knew he was kind of a dick. Very, very cute, but kind of a dick. “I’m stuck watching my lame ass step-sister while she’s grounded. Her mom told me to rent some videos to keep her occupied over the weekend.” he said rolling his eyes.

“Oh! Well, that’s actually pretty sweet of you. I mean I’m an only child so my mom always just threw me in front of a TV while I was growing up…” she trailed off. It was obvious he didn’t care. Teddi cleared her throat. “Sorry. Um, so what’s she into?”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at Teddi like she had grown a second head. “How the fuck should I know?”

“Isn’t she your sister?”

“Step sister.” he corrected shortly.

“Right…” Teddi pursed her lips while she thought of a suggestion. Cute but dickly blonde boy shifted impatiently. “Chick flick?” she asked. He made a face.

“Jesus, no. She’s not into all that girly shit.” he paused for a moment. “I don’t know, she was Michael Myers for Halloween. You got anything like that?”

Teddi perked up. “Oh, totally! Here, follow me,” she waved at him and took off towards the horror section. She glanced over her shoulder quickly at him. “...You go to Hawkin’s High, right? You’re on the basketball team? I’m Teddi. I just moved here so you’ve probably haven’t seen me or anything…” she was rambling again. She always did that when things were quiet. She hated quiet.

“You’re the weird girl that argued with the science teacher for like half an hour over crystals.” he said bluntly. Teddi let out a nervous laugh. She had to admit, it was a little embarrassing to remembered by cute but dickly for arguing that crystals did in fact have healing abilities, and no it did not have anything to do with the movie The Dark Crystal.

“Yep...yep. That was me…” she was fairly certain she heard him let out a faint chuckle. “So uh, keeping in tone with the whole holiday horror she might like this one,” she plucked a copy of Black Christmas off the shelf and handed it to him. He gave it a quick look over and gave an approving nod. “And these are just some really good ones. You can’t pass them up.” she handed him Sleepaway Camp, Alien and Carrie. She hoped it would be broad enough range to keep his sister occupied and happy.

He scanned each VHS quickly. “Right...thanks. Hopefully this’ll keep the little shit happy.” he muttered.

“It’s no problem. If she likes them there’s plenty more where those came from.” she said leading him back to the front counter. While she was checking each of the movies out she was completely oblivious to the fact that cute but dickly was now aware that his focus was no longer on renting movies and that Teddi was a girl. A cute, but weird, girl that he had yet to put the moves on.

“...I’m Billy, by the way. I forgot to introduce myself earlier.” he grinned, leaning against the counter and turning on a sudden charm he definitely hadn’t had when he first walked in. Teddi had bleached blonde hair that was cut into a bob that just barely reached her shoulders. Her lashes were so long and thick that he couldn’t tell whether they were real or fake. Freckles speckled her nose and she had a metal hoop in her right nostril. She was also wearing glittery lip gloss that managed to sparkle even under the fluorescent lighting of the video store. He barely got to get a good look of her “Hawkins’ Family Video” shirt that was about two sizes too small and black cut off shorts before he was caught.

“Oh, it’s fine we were bus-...what are you doing?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

Billy stood up straight, his grin fading. “...What do you mean?”

“You were just looking at me like I’m like a cheeseburger or something,” she snorted. Billy looked at her like she had grown another head yet again. “Does that actually work?” she asked, her nose scrunching just a little.

Billy clenched his jaw, resting both of his hands on the counter. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he spat. It only made him more annoyed when Teddi let out a giggle. If it was one thing he hated, it was being laughed at.

“Nothing. Forget it,” she slid the tapes towards him. “Ten bucks. They’re due back Monday.” she said with an amused smile. Billy only muttered, reaching into his back pocket and digging his wallet out. He tossed a ten down on the counter and snatched up the tapes. “Enjoy the movies!” she said sweetly.

Billy rolled his eyes and nearly stomped back out to his car. He hated Hawkins. He hated how cold it was. He hated how festive everyone got around Christmas. He hated that he was stuck at home with Max all weekend, and he hated that Teddi had embarrassed him. Fuck Hawkins, he thought as he slid into his Camaro.

“Took you long enough,” Max muttered, crossing her arms. Billy ignored her and tossed the tapes into her lap before throwing the car into reverse. Max silently studied each of the movies. “These look pretty good...you picked these out?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Billy fished his cigarettes from his jacket pocket and placed one between his lips. “The girl that worked there picked them out,” he mumbled before lighting it. “I told her you liked Halloween.” for some reason that excited Max.

“Teddi?” she asked, turning to face her step-brother.

Billy cast a sideways glance at her. “Yeah...you know her?”

“She works at the arcade too. She’s really cool.” Billy scoffed. What did Max know about cool? He supposed to a geek like Max and her friends that maybe Teddi seemed cool. He sure didn’t see it.

“She’s weird.” he argued curtly.

Max gave him a knowing look and smiled. “You asked her out didn’t you? She said no didn’t she?” she asked excitedly. Billy gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He bit back his initial response. “She’s not my type.” he said simply.

It was Max’s turn to scoff. “You don’t have a type. Girl is your type. She’s too smart for you anyways-”

“Max, do you ever shut the fuck up? It’s bad enough I have to spend the weekend with you. Do you really think I give a shit about what you have to say about some freak that works at the video store?” Max only rolled her eyes. Ever since the night Billy had come to find her at the Byers’ house things with Billy had been slightly better, but not great. Her step-brother was stubborn. And while she was sure she had put the fear of God in him that night, Max was sure there was nothing that would be able to match his attitude.

Billy leaned forward and flipped the radio on to signal he was done with the conversation. He drummed his fingers against the wheel in sync with the beat and pretended Max was no longer there. But still, the fact that he had actually tried to find movies she’d like instead of grabbing whatever was closest let her know he didn’t completely hate her. If anything he was crabby because his ego was bruised from whatever happened between him and Teddi.

Max was positive Billy had tried to ask her out. Lucas and the guys all had a crush on her. She was into all the same stuff they were, and she was nicer than Steve. Max had found herself wishing a few times that Teddi could be her step-sister rather than having to stick around Billy. Or at the very least she wished that Billy wasn’t such a jerk and that Teddi would want to date him. Maybe make him chill out some.

Max’s mom and Neil weren’t home when they pulled into the driveway. Usually on the weekends they went out and she and Billy wouldn’t see them much if they were home. Which wasn’t often. Both Billy and Max liked to avoid being home as often as possible. Max followed Billy inside and kicked off her snow-covered boots, hanging up her coat and rushing over to the TV. Billy tossed his leather jacket onto the back of the couch and headed for the kitchen. Max heard the pop of a beer can being opened.

She decided to watch Black Christmas first. She popped the tape in, settling own on the floor to watch. She barely even noticed Billy standing awkwardly in the doorway. “...You want popcorn or something?” he finally asked. Max tried to mask her surprise, instead smiling and nodding. He disappeared into the kitchen once more, making sure to slam cabinet doors and the microwave as if he were being forced to cook up popcorn.

Billy returned a few moments later, plopping down on the couch and setting the bowl on the table in front of him. Max moved from her place on the floor to the couch as he kicked off his boots and leaned back into the couch. He rolled his eyes as she gave him a happy smile, grabbing the popcorn bowl and settling into the couch herself. While he still wished he was out with some girl he could pick up at work, Billy supposed this wasn’t the worst way to spend the weekend.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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michaelreaderreblog · 5 years

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My truemate pt13

AN: The long wait is now over. I dont remember if I even edited this but if I didnt. I am so sorry. I was getting another thing going and “editing” at the same time. Anyways, My truemate is finally up and will continue going. Sorry for the long silence, dreadful cage. Sorry wont go into a personal rant. Enjoy my loves!! Tag list is there. If you’d like to be added to the tags please send a message. I hope I got everyone for the tags, I know last time I didnt. Ok enjoy my sweeet darlings. Yes my inner Freddie Mercury is appearing.

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After a few minutes have gone by is when the both of you hear the garage door open and he gets straight to work with the deliveries he will be doing.

His phone rings and he is all business for the rest of the day.

“Well that was rather interesting” you say to break the silence after taking a sip from your cup of coffee.

“I suppose it rather is” Castiel says with a smile still spread across his face

You could feel that he is feeling rather content about Dean serving him breakfast when he almost forgot that he is suppose to be working.

“After we are done here, we can start working and one question though?” you say getting up to put your plate away into the sink, you really needed to get on the dishes.

“Geez, I'll get this later, I have a few things to do before I do the dishes” you mutter to yourself.

“My car got delivered to the house before getting here and thats how I got myself here” Castiel says from the table while he sill eating the food Dean has served him.

“Damn, thats right. Is it alright if we used your car to delivery the party favours?” you ask from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I dont see that as a problem. You finished them already?” he asks as he gets up from the table to bring over his dirty dishes to place into the sink to as well.

“Yeah I got them done last night when I couldnt sleep” you tell him while getting the water ready.

You decided to wash the dishes and setting them on the rack for them to dry.

“Anything troubling you, why you couldnt sleep?” he asks standing beside you as you begin to rinse out the suds from the plates.

“Uh, yeah” you answer him quietly.

“Do you want to talk to me about it?” he asks in sympathy.

“When we first moved here and sort of got settled into the house. We decided to head out for supper and when we got to the diner there was this douchey pervert that grabbed me. He was just so aggressive and the things that he said just made me feel so like Im only useful for one thing. The things that he wanted to do to me just scared me so much that something could happen at any given time and I feel that this will not be the first.” You tell Castiel as you try not to break down in front of him but he can sense that you fear there is going to be more trouble a head.

“Hey, hey, hey, dont worry about a thing ok. You have two caring, loving, protective brothers who are willing to do anything for you. I for one will not let anything happen to you and we need to tell my father about this and soon. At the same time you can go to the police about this. They take Omega rights very seriously, trust me when I say that” he says as he takes you into his arms and embraces you into a tight hug.

You accept the embrace right away and feel yourself calming down by the gesture.

“You know, we have known each other for a day and I feel like I have known you my entire life” you say as a smile creeps at the corners of your face.

“Well I think its because we are family in ways, I mean Im your brothers mate and you’re my brothers mate” as he says that you pull away slowly to look at him in the eyes.

“He told you that?” you ask in a hushed tone.

“Yeah he told me yesterday and he also mentioned that he is feeling rather conflicted because he has Anna. She has told him before that she would let him go if his true mate ever came along. I advised him to talk to her right away and well end things because I would rather have him truly happy then not knowing what its like to be with someone as his equal” he says as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“You know I was feeling rather jealous about her the day before when I met her. She is so sincere, kind and beautiful. I was telling Dean that she is so lucky to be waking up beside him, going home to him every night while I sit here thinking that should be me because he is my true mate” you tell him as you rewash the plate over and over again.

He stops you from rewashing the plate for millionth time and places it in the rinse water and on the dish rack.

“I had a feeling you would say something like that and you would be feeling this way. Y/n believe me when I say this, Michael will do the right thing here and talk to Anna about all of this. He has always believed in true mates from when we were growing up and he would always tell my brother well my late brother and I how he would be so happy when he found his equal. How he would have the perfect family to call his own and to protect whats his if anyone threatened his family. I always wanted them to be truly happy and find the mates that they belonged to and I still want that for Michael. There is no need to be feeling jealous alright? Anna should be the one to be jealous since I am very certain she knows about the true mate thing already” Castiel says as he looks into your eyes and the one thing you held onto the most was him referring to his late brother and as you saw him mention him you could see the pain spread across his face while he mentions him.

“Late brother? What happened? Sorry its just your expression completely changed at the mentions of him. Again sorry if you dont want to talk about it than I understand” you say as you continued washing every single dirty dish, utensils, pots, and pans until the dish rack is filled with the mornings servings and last night.

“No its fine, I would have to talk about this sooner or later. Im also guessing you have been wondering why I asked if your brothers were Alpha's” he says as he goes back to the table to have himself seated.

You follow right behind him and do the same thing at the table across from him.

“A few years after I presented Omega and after one of my heats my brother Lucifer, is his name by the way. After one of my heats he told me to stay home just until my scent had gone away completely. I told him that it would be fine and how much I really wanted to get out of the house to see my friends whom I havent seen in a week. While he has told me countless times to stay home I didnt listen to him and I went out anyways. As I was walking through the square to meet up with my friends, I was followed little ways and then a van pulls up beside me. The man who followed me was Alpha, he came running behind me told me how ripe my scent was and told me how amazing I would be for one of his bosses brothels and make millions off of me. He drugged me, another man pulled me into the van and took me to an old warehouse outside of town. I woke up in this empty room, looked around to get up from the chair only to see Im tied to it. I managed to get my phone from my pocket to send an emergency text to my brother, he responded and found me on the GPS system that was turned on from my phone. I heard someone walking down the hall and I was still out of it from the drugs and pretended to be out again. Lucifer came into the room and I felt someone trying to cut through the rope and I was trying to resist the person until I heard his voice telling me who he was and he was going to get me out of there. Suddenly that turned for the worst when the three men who abducted me came back to the room to transfer me some where else is what Im guessing. They saw my brother, attacked him, he fought back and one of them came at me but I managed to kick him in his groin and he fell to the floor while my brother yelled at me to make a run for it. I didnt want to leave him behind but he pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran so fast like my life depended on it, I got to his car and drove little ways away from the warehouse to call the police for help. Within minutes they all came, they managed to capture one of them while the other two fled. The paramedics came out with a body and one of the officers told me to identify the body which I did. As they lifted the sheet from his face, thats when I went completely numb and couldnt believe that was my brother. I was frozen until they moved him away from me and thats when I went frantic told them he was only sleeping and that I should take him home. The officer told me my brother was gone and he risked his life to save mine. For so many years I have blamed my biology for his death, blamed it on me when I knew I should have stayed home when he told me to, and I blamed myself for everything that has gone wrong that day. After we had the funeral I stayed home, locked myself in my room or at times I would lock myself in my brothers room and I would go through his things and I would wear his clothes. My parents and Michael saw how I was and I knew they didnt like how I was dealing with everything. Until Michael thought it would be a good idea for me to move with him to Portland where he went to school, he told my parents but they didnt like that idea so much and my dad finally said ok maybe it would be a good idea to get away for while. I did move to Portland with Michael, he went to school, I enrolled in school to take this graphic design program for the two years I was there. Michael graduated, we came home, he found himself a place to live and I moved back in with my parents because my mother didnt like the idea of me living by myself. I graduated the program online not to long ago and here I am sitting with you, telling you about my story on how I lost my brother. Well how my parents lost a son, and how Michael lost a brother as well” Castiel tells his story as tears streamed down his face as you sit there surprised he hasnt broken into a sob while telling you what happened all those years ago.

You place your hand over his that are placed over the table

“Now I understand why you asked if my brothers were Alpha's. I am so sorry about your brother. You know what your brother did was a courageous thing for you to be here. If that was you than you would have never met your true mate who happens to be Dean. I think he would have never found his true mate if the tables were turned. Like you want for Michael I would love for Dean to have. Castiel you are living proof you are meant for something so beautiful that no one could ever have because of the circumstances that has taken a twist in life. Living proof that you are meant to live a long happy life even if that doesnt include your brother. You are an amazing person and you are worth it, even if you cant see it but I do. Dean sees it to along with Sam even though we have only known you for a day but still I can feel that from you” you tell him as you wipe away the tears from his face and kiss his forehead.

While you did that he still has his head down looking to the table top and closes his eyes when your lips meet his fore head.

“You really are a lovely person you know that, I know it takes a while to get back to my normal self. By being with you I feel like I can grasp something of myself from years ago and now I am getting the feeling I can fully appreciate the little things in life again. Now I am really happy I have taken this job opportunity with you and I thank you for all of this” he says as he lifts his head to get a good look at you and tell you while he gazes into your eyes.

You were cut off by the door bell ringing and you get up from the chair to answer it.

“No let me” he says as he gets up from the table to answer the door and its a customer for the plush toys they have ordered.

You run down the stairs to get the order from your office and run back up the stairs to hand it to Castiel. They say their thank yous and went on their merry way home to surprise the children with such amazing toys to cherish forever.

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kyliehorsegirl · 6 years

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You Can See Me? (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST

A/N: This was really interesting chapter to write. It’s kinda sad but has a happy ending (kinda lol) MASTERLIST

Requested By: @albeeox “reader is Cordelia’s daughter but died and is in her own hell or the hotel. Cordelia can’t save her, reader thinks she doesn’t want to. (I asked the requester what their personal hell would be and it was being invisible, lots of people but they can’t hear or see her.) Michael saves her and they are attracted to each other.

Word Count: 1449

Warnings: Mentions of self harm and suicide. Kind of angst a bit sad.

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They pass by, but they don’t see me. They don’t hear my screams, maybe they do, but they ignore me. I never knew insanity until I came to hell. As much as I’m not a people person, I do need human interaction. I scream, I cry and I claw at the walls. No one blinks an eye at me, it’s like I don’t even exist.

Several years ago, my mother inducted the test of the seven wonders. Misty and I were left in Descensum. It’s been awful. I’m in what appears to be a mall. The fact that I’ve have been here for years is absolute torture. No matter how hard I try there is no escape. I just want to get out. I see the same people pass by.

I’m stuck in a loop. The same stores, the same people, nothing changes. For the billionth time I collapse on the floor and cry. It’s not cute crying, it’s ugly crying. I don’t want to be here. I want to go home. So many emotions have come forward in the last few years.

Anger, I would break anything in sight, I would try to hurt people only for me to phase right through them.

Confusion, I’d wonder and wonder before realizing I was walking in circles.

Sadness, I would cry all the time.

Loneliness, I’d feel sick being so alone, no one to talk to, no one to acknowledge me.

Happiness? I never felt that. This is eternal suffering.

I‘ve tried to kill myself. That’s hard to do when you are already dead. I’ve tried to feel physical pain, but any mutilation I cause, goes away. Like someone hit the reset button.

I’m on the floor, in a puddle of my own tears. I hear footsteps, I always hear footsteps so I don’t look up. That is until I see two pointed shoes in front of me. I see them between my arms.

No one has ever stopped in front of me before. I look up slowly. I see a young man. His clothes are different than anyone else here. His hair is curled around his ears and brushed nicely. He looks posh. His clothes look like he belongs to a boy’s school or something. His cold eyes look down to me.

I push myself to my knees.

“You can see me?” He cocks his head intriguingly.

“You can tell?” His voice is beautiful.

“Yeah, I um, I’ve been stuck here for 3 years. In my own hell. No one can see me. No one can hear me. I try to talk to them or touch them, but it’s like I don’t exist. It’s torture.” I look down letting a tear fall. He crouches, eye level with me. He brings his thumb to wipe a tear from my cheek.

“I’m here to take you away.” He stands up straight and offers a hand to me.

“How? Why? Why would you to that?” I look from his hand back to the cold eyes.

“I felt your presence while I was here retrieving someone else. Someone you know actually, she’s waiting outside the door.” I carefully reach for his hands and he helps pull me up.

“Someone I know?” I wipe my eyes with my long sleeve. A small smirk present on his lips.

“Misty Day.” My eyes go wide. We were both lost to Descensum.

“You were here for Misty?” I let emotions over take me, I think to my mother, did she not want me? Has she forgot about me?

“Hush your thoughts little one. My name is Michael Langdon. I am performing the test of the 7 wonders. Before you question why a male is performing the test of a supreme, it’s a bit more complicated than I can explain right now. When I bring you back I will answer any question you have. Misty is waiting behind the door and the others are waiting out of Descensum.” I’m frozen. I can’t comprehend everything that I’m hearing.

“Come on.” He pulls me with him. I trailed behind him like a lost puppy. Still not believing I’m being freed. He looks over his shoulder at me, grabbing my hand he pulls me to walk next to him. A large hand is placed on the small of my back. I shutter at the action, the first human touch in 3 years.

A large door appears. It opens on its own. I see Misty. So many feelings over take me. However, the strong feeling of resentment is made known. Her eyes light up when she sees me. She collides into me holding me tight.

“Y/n! I missed you so much! It was miserable reliving everything over and over. I’m so glad you’re here.” She cries into my hair. I lightly pat her back. Everything is so overwhelming.

Michael has us walk down the dark hall. Its lined with doors. This must be personal hells for individual people. Next thing I know it goes black.

Omniscient p.o.v

Michael awakens with a gasp. The warlocks and witches swarm him.

“Where’s Misty?” That’s all Cordelia can say to him. He is taking deep breaths as he sits up. Misty materializes next to him. Cordelia engulfs her in a hug. She cries happy tears. The warlocks help Michael to a chair as he continues to catch his breath.

No one would have expected another body to materialize. Y/n appears near Michael. The entire room is quiet. Zoe starts crying, Maddison’s eyes are the size of saucers, Queenie made some shocked comment and Mrytle brought her hands to her mouth as she chokes a sob and Cordelia stays silent.

Michael gets up and kneels down to her. He helps her to her feet. Everyone stays silent, staring at the two of them. When Y/n got her bearings, she turned to her mother.

“So, mom you didn’t want to bring me back?” Her eyes are dark as she glares at her mom.

“Y/n I, I didn’t I don’t know what to say.” She is choking on her words not knowing what to say.

“You don’t have anything to say! You didn’t want me. You chose for Misty to be retrieved by Michael, not me your own daughter! If there was an idea that I could be brought back you didn’t even think about me? How could you! You know what? He chose to bring me back! He doesn’t even know me! Explain that mother!” Angry tears start to cloud her vision.

“Y/n please, I’ve missed you everyday since you’ve been gone.” Cordelia takes careful steps to her.

“I’m sure you have Cordelia, you really show it.” Y/n shoves past everyone and makes her way to some random room.

“There is not doubt that you are the next supreme.”

“Anything else.” Michael

“No, no you are the next supreme.” With that Cordelia faints, blood drips down her nose. Misty is sent back with an unknown force. She looks to Michael with a scared expression before Michael makes his way through everyone following the trail of energy that Y/n left.

Normal p.o.v

I found a room to cry in. I was drawn to the room, it was warm and comforting. Sitting on the bed, I bring my knees to my chest. I sense someone at the door.

“Go away!” It’s muffled through my clothes. The presence still comes in. It feels familiar.

“Hard for me to go away when this is my room.” I look up to find Michael in the doorway.

“O my god I’m so sorry I’ll leave.” I go to get up but he brings his hand up. I sit back down on the bed.

“I am sorry, sorry that your mother didn’t want to bring you back. I felt something in you, it made me want to bring you back. If you will have me, I will give myself to you, be there for you.” He takes a seat on the bed next to me. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I was alone for so long, I don’t know how to act anymore. I just wanted to have someone to talk to. My mother doesn’t even want me. I would like to have someone.” At this point my tears have been dried.

“Y/n, I will be loyal to you. I will be there for you for whatever you need.” His hands caress my cheek. Leaning into his hand I sigh.

“I would like that. I would really like that Michael.” I lay my head in his chest as he holds me tight. My mom will regret not wanting to bring me back. I will stand my Michael no matter what.

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fineline-live · 6 years

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Twitter, Do Your Thing • cth

Title: Twitter, Do Your Thing

Reader Pairing: Y/N and Calum

Rating: will i ever stop putting these omf

Description: After meeting a fan with a broken phone, Calum promises to tweet the picture to her. What happens after he finds her though?

My hands were shaking so bad. I swear to god if I have an anxiety attack or some shit when I meet him I’m gonna be so upset. All I want is a nice picture of Calum and I, maybe even a hug. Something simple so I could say I met him, ya know?

Today was the day that I was finally (hopefully) meeting 5sos. I was stood at LAX, Gate 11 flooded with hundreds of girls. I got here early, gaining a good spot holding onto the rope. I was at the front and literally no one could ruin my day.

Screams erupted into the air, girls yelling for their favorite band member to come close to them. Ashton and Luke went on the other side of the line, Michael and Calum coming over towards ours. Calum had stopped at the front, Michael walking more towards me and the girls around my space.

He had talked to a few girls to my right, smiling and taking quick pictures with them. Quickly I adjusted my shirt, the hole in the collar falling perfectly over the tattoo sitting atop my collarbone. I shook my hands softly, trying to calm my nerves when he walked up to me. “Hi,” I whispered, smiling. “Hello! How are you?” He asked energetically, a toothy smile covering his face. I felt my cheeks blush, a heat fanning over my face. “I’m good. How’re you?” He nodded, “I’m great! Would you like to take a picture?”

This time it was my turn to nod. “Please?” He smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. I had already previously opened snapchat, the quality miraculously being better than the normal camera. We both smiled, faces nuzzled up towards each other. I quickly saved the picture, holding my phone in one hand. He leant in for a quick hug, still smiling widely. “Thankyou,” I mumbled against him. He pulled away happily, “No, thankyou! Your support means everything to us! I’ll see you later!” He chuckled, waving in my direction as he walked on to the next girl.

My heart was pounding, a blush spreading my cheeks. I just met Michael fucking Clifford. I was in my own head space as screams continued to rip through the air. The crowd began to push, girls shoving their way to the front. As the screams immediately to my right became the loudest, a strong elbow was sent into my shoulder blade, my arm falling forward, my phone crashing to the ground. No. No, no, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Not to me. Not after I just met and took a picture with Michael Clifford. Not before I took a picture with-

“Holy shit. Guys! Stop pushing! I think this belongs to you?” I looked up from the shiny black dress shoes, shock still laced in my eyes.

Calum Hood.

I gulped quietly, shakes jolting through my body. “Y-yes. Thankyou,” I mumbled before softly taking the shattered glass from his hands. I didn’t dare look up into his eyes, some type of embarrassment running through my mind. I felt the air shift as his hand adjusted his back pack strap on his shoulder, soon softly placing his hand on my chin, lifting it up. “Are you okay?” I didn’t know what to say, to mesmerized by his melted chocolatey eyes. I nodded my head slowly, a grin appearing on his face. “Were you planning on taking a picture?” He asked, his grip still soft on my jaw. I nodded once again. He smiled, letting go of my face, pulling out his own phone.

“Let’s take one on mine, yeah? I’ll send it to you on twitter.” I looked back up into his gaze, his eyes set on reassuring my own. “Okay,” I said, my voice barely whisper. “What’s your name?” He asked, pulling me close to him with one arm, his strength enough to probably lift me with one hand. “Y/N,” I smiled. His eyes beamed down towards me, his white teeth glistening. “That’s beautiful.” He opened his camera with a quick swipe to the left, switching it around to face us. He smiled widely, pressing his soft cheek into my own. I let out a small sigh, content with everything, even knowing I probably wouldn’t ever see these pictures again because he’d forget.

He snapped a couple pictures before looking at me directly in the eyes, his arm still holding me close. “One more for the sake of it, yeah?” I giggled quietly, nodding my head. His cheeks stiffened high with his smile, his eyes crinkling the second I let out a laugh. He leant down closer, his full lips placing themselves on my cheek. I gasped lightly, a blush heating my face. He smirked, once again snapping a few pictures. I could only smile the entire time, my eyes glancing at him every once and awhile. He eventually pulled away, locking his phone and placing it back in his pocket. “Can I get a hug?” He asked. My mind was running a million miles per second, confused to where his nice actions were coming from.

“Of course,” I smiled. I wrapped my arms tightly around his body, barely being able to clasp my fingers due to his large frame. He smelt like cigarette smoke and a deep cologne, a scent that I’d engrave in my brain for the rest of my life. “Thankyou for everything you do. The music you create, just everything. It’s helped me through severely tough times in my life,” I said into his chest. His hands grasped tighter around my body if possible, resting his head on top of mine. “It’s people like you that give me motivation to keep going,” He whispered back, his heart rate speeding up. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was such an intimate moment with a guy I’d never meet again. He was easily the “love of my life” in fan talk, but I couldn’t imagine loving someone as much as I did him.

I was the first one to pull away, his hands lingering for a second on my lower back, smiling at me. “Well, Y/N, it was lovely meeting you, but I better be on my way so they don’t leave me here,” He chuckled, turning his head to the three boys talking to fans over 50 feet away. “Shit, sorry,” I giggled, not even realizing the five minutes I had spent with him. He quickly pulled me in for another small hug, my lips pressing softly against his smooth cheek as he stood up again. He blushed lightly, a smile erupting. “I’ll find you and send those pictures to you, don’t worry,” He said, moving his feet away. I smiled and waved back at him. “Don’t let me down, Hood.” He chuckled and jogged to meet up with the boys, walking away from fans and towards an escalator.

Immediately I was swarmed with girls around me. “How do you know Calum?” “Girl! You’re so lucky!” “Calum is into you!” “Have you met Calum before?” “Ew, why was he all over you?” I shrugged them off, ignoring their questions and walking towards a different escalator, heading down and out the doors to the airport. Once I reached my car, I headed home, not expecting much.

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*Calum’s POV*

“What’s got you so smiley, mate?” Ashton had asked as soon as we got into the car. I shook my head with a smile, scrolling through the pictures I’d taken of Y/N and I. “It’s that girl he just met,” Michael piped up, scrollling through his own phone as well. Ashton gave an understanding nod, looking over my shoulder at the pictures. “Oh, I saw her when we were walking out. She’s pretty.” I gazed down at her bright white smile as my lips kissed her cheek. She looked content, and it made my heart warm. “Yeah, she is. Some girl pushed her and made her drop her phone. It completely shattered, so I offered to take a few pictures. Told her I’d tweet them to her.” Luke looked over at me expectedly. “Well did you yet?” I glanced up at him from my phone. “No, because he fucking forgot to ask what her username is,” Michael chuckled, speaking my own realization. “Oh, fuck,” I muttered, my head falling into my hands. “Oi, it’s alright, mate. Just do one of those twitter hunts,” Ashton said. I looked up at him. He was right.

I quickly tapped into twitter, going straight to make a tweet.

I met this beautiful girl today, and had the opportunity to take a few pictures with her. All I know is her name is Y/N. Twitter, please help me find her. Xx

*attached two images*

Immediately my phone stared flooding with favourites and replies, retweets going insane. People were tagging one specific account, so I decide to click through it.

THATS MY BEST FRIEND Y/N THIS IS HER PROFILE @******** HOLY SHIT

I clicked on the username: Hot4Hood. I chuckled quietly to myself, Ashton next to me stalking through my tweet to try and find her. The profile picture was of herself in a pink sweatshirt that had our logo, her header image a picture of me in a pink shirt. This was her. “Guys, I found her!” I exclaimed. Her pinned tweet read, “so, I meet (if not all then hopefully a few) of 5sos today, and i’m fucking stoked man. almost as stoked as duke was to go through that car wash.” I chuckled again, knowing exactly what she was referring too. Suddenly Michael’s voice rang throughout the entire car.

“FUCKING DM HER, MATE! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?”

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Once I was finally back home, I ran to my room and flopped on my bed. There was no way in hell I just met 2/4 of 5sos. I screamed into my pillows, excitement finally coursing through me. I pulled out my shattered phone from my pocket, thanking God that I took the picture of Michael and I on snapchat so I could save it. I placed it on my bed side table, pulling my laptop on to my bed from the floor. I quickly typed in my password, hurrying to open twitter to see if Calum had kept his end of the deal yet. As soon as I opened it, I regretted it.

My twitter was flooded with followers and mentions, all directing me back to one thing. I couldn’t find out what though since my laptop kept crashing due to the sporadic notifications. Finally they calmed down a little, enough for me to see what all the commotion was. There on Calum Hood’s profile sat a pinned tweet of my face.

I met this beautiful girl today, and had the opportunity to take a few pictures with her. All I know is her name is Y/N. Twitter, please help me find her. Xx

*attached two images*

I giddily favourited and retweeted it, replying next.

I believe you’re looking for me? 💛

My twitter then blew up again, Calum tweeting once more.

I found her everyone. Thankyou for your help. I’ll keep you all updated. Xx

I smiled, a notification popping up that I never thought I’d see.

Calum Hood followed you back!

I couldn’t believe my eyes, a happy squeak emitting from my mouth. I kept refreshing my feed, thousands of mentions flooding in. Soon a notification popped up that caught my attention from all the rest.

Calum Hood wants to send you a message!

I quickly accepted it, not being able to control my blushing or the wide smile entertaining my face.

I told you I’d find you. 💛

#this was sO fucking cute oh my god #calum x reader #calum hood #meet cute #5sos #calum 5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #twitter #5 seconds of summer #smut #imagine #au #he’s such a squish #i love calum hood

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belovedfinch · 5 years

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Re-watch of Veronica Mars & Movie

“I used to be cool” -keith “when” - veronica

lol veronica putting a bong in logan’s locker

“i suddenly feel like I’m in a scene from the outsiders” - wallace

“be cool soda pop” - veronica

I love that my favourite book is referenced

“the people you love let you down” - veronica

I forgot paris hilton was on veronica mars

Duncan and his antidepressants and side effects and hallucinations of lily, I never liked duncan but please never go cold turkey off prescribed meds!

the fashion 😂

when veronica was 12 and logan first saw her he said he thought she was hot - love at first sight ? 😜

dude where’s my car joke

“change had a tendency to walk up and punch me in the face” - veronica

you can tell logan is afraid of his dad straight away

his mum sits on the couch drinking wine while her son is getting belted cool cool cool cool....

Never underestimate the size of my cahoeneys😂Logan is my fav

“what is so great about living?” - Logan

Mac is awesome, I forgot her name was cindy, I named my cat after my favourite barbie doll whose name was Cindy r.i.p beautiful ❤️

“I guess we remember it differently” - Logan, me to my brother about our childhood

leighton meester, monique coleman from high school musical, Adam Scott!

logan put his gum under a chair in the police office! yuck

“there is also a tribe that worships Donald trumps hair” - veronica

“what, did he loose a puka shell?” - weevil about logan😂

when logan starts crying in the lobby after he mistakes his step-sister as his mum😭

meg with her pretty in pink dress up for the 80s valentines day dance and duncan is ducky❤️

I wish my school had an 80s theme dance, but I would be too indecisive about who to go as tbh.

“whoever said it’s a mans world, didn’t know how easy it is to be a girl” - veronica, you can tell a man wrote that line

horned mascot from riverdale - veronica and calls herself betty when she goes to the other school

kinda forgot how relatable veronica is, loner, pushes people away

that black beanie with the flames

the flashbacks or hallucinations that show lily speak to people/mostly veronica, remind me of allison in pretty little liars

aussie guy - from home and away i think

never really liked duncan

logan punching the fbi agent

love how mac and keith both say “earth to mars”

logan step-sister trina when she asks him for money reminds me of my brother

veronica had a slider and so does wallace in the second season, my sister had a purple one and i wanted it so bad

logan’s smirk at veronica when she found his step-sisters boyfriend

wow aaron’s father being an abuser, then himself, glad the cycle stopped with logan

thats amore playing whilst aaron beats up his daughters abusive boyfriend

I always felt bad for leo as much as I love LoVe. Veronica basically just used him

sean from degrassi is on veronica mars

“i like what i see in him when he’s with you” - aaron echolls

I think i could love her plays as veronica stands logan up on his boat

“the thought of you breeding? ugh” - logan to dick

logan’s allergic to shell fish

“All i care about is you” - logan

“just evaporate or something” - logan

why didn’t aaron get rid of the tapes? did he not think someone would find his secret ?

sucks that veronica spent her savings for college on her mum to go to rehab and her mum didn’t even last

logan on the bridge where his mother committed suicide, about to jump

when keith saves veronica from the fridge and his on fire and his in a gurney and says “who’s your daddy?”

I’m glad she realises her mum as much as she loves her she is better off without her, that’s what alcoholics do, they are liars.

“don’t forget about me veronica” - lily

greenhouse academy has the same cliffhanger as season 1 of veronica mars

logan shows up at 3am beat up and framed for stabbing someone, then he hears on the radio that his father killed his girlfriend and that his father was sleeping with her

it’s was always duncan right? breaking up with logan making any excuse, all because you finally find out your not brother and sister. ugh

like logan said everyone in his life was gone, the one person he opened up to. also left him. Not cool veronica

the bus crash reminds me of degrassi

“you must chill” veronica says to a girl that has just lost her father in a bus crash and is being bullied and blamed just because her dad had mental health issues and the good ol sheriff feeds the press that it might have been a suicide attempt

curly dude washed up on the beach with veronicas name on his hand, is that like twin peaks, or the guy in australia that was found on the beach with something on his hand but they he had no ID and all the tags were off his clothes

PLL writers should take notes on veronica mars on how to tie up loose ends

“what conspiracy have you pulled out of your ass today”- logan

“my day is complete veronica mars has accused me of evil” - logan, as he twists the ends of his imaginary moustache

veronica is very selfish if you think about it, she asks for favours all the time from her friends but she is never there to hear their problems, she thinks the world does actually revolve around her.

lol logan in the line-up

eye roll aaron blaming duncan and then saying he snapped

cameo by that chick off of america’s next top model

aaron got a psychology degree in jail lol

omg able coonz dying thinking his only daughter is alive but she got killed and shoved into an ice machine holder thingy at a stingy motel

lol when veronica lays down onto logan thinking its duncan

“3rd wheel beginners guide” - logan

“nobody likes an eager beaver” logan to cassidy, was rob waiting a whole season to make that joke and thats why the nickname beaver was given to him?

singer maybe billy idol?

I feel like megs death was a crappy ending, like did she just die so that once again duncan and veronica are split up because of circumstance and they are star-crossed true lovers (eye roll)

“whats your poison” - veronica (breakfast club reference)

“sorry we are all out of liquid evil” - veronica to logan

michael cera

when logan pretends to get burned by the bible when interning for woody

gia says logan uses humour and sarcasm to something something, dance episode

we used to be friends along time ago, but i haven’t thought of you lately at all

logan not taking any of his fathers bull shitting when he was on trial on the stand

“So, apparently, if you're handsome and famous enough, you can just lie under oath, and that's cool.” - veronica

when woody finds veronica on the computer he is creepy af

can we just talk about how much logan went through and how mentally that would fuck you up, yet he never resorted to violence

“it was worth getting taped to a poll” - wallace

lol veronicas dad when she graduates

dicks “trust me I’m rich” shirt

keith says “Carol channings still alive isn’t she?” and I’m like no she died 6 days ago

season 3

don’t like the new intro

“Back ups in charge? what about the bitch he’s been seeing” - V

WHY THE F IS KEITH HELPING CASABLANCAS WHEN CASIDY HIS SON RAPED HIS DAMN DAUGHTER

MAC “hey i know that guy’ (wallace)

there is no one else, i only want you - logan

fracking

victoria from twilight is in a sorority

I love when logan comes over for dinner and he just smirks at keith and veronica’s banter

i forgot logan had a brother

lol the clerk calls condoms “raincoats” so does my great aunty

diana from glee is on here

veronica is pretty selfish, like her dad was in a car accident and she is annoyed and disapproving of him having a relatioship , she can’t just trust logan?!? ugh

but for logan to run away from the burning motel, it’s just what douchebag pukashell wearing logan would do, not the actual logan

holy crap veronica was SOO damn lucky logan was there at that moment she would be baled and raped, like is once not enough for gods sake?

guy from the nanny

when logan calls veronica from the other side of the cafeteria and she ignores it and he is basically crying :(

logan and i broke up , “are you okay?” keith, “it was unexpected” -v wtf bitch you didn’t trust him, you had a fight, how was it unexpected

dude from waynes world

I love the hooker story line, max & wendy aww

I’ve always hated maddison far out she is a piece of work

ep13 “where are your heads?” basketball coach, me “Obviously not in the game”

lol how dick locks logan on the balcony

logan is yoshi in mario cart!! so am i

“how is it you have so many friends? you don’t even like people” v to l

Lafayette from true blood is a child solider

why did logan invite parker to be with him over break when he obviously wasn’t happy or didn’t want her to go, was it just to prove veronica wrong that “that’s just the way he is” like v said is true, to prove that he has changed.

like it just seems logan and veronica are denying their feelings for each other

that writer from once upon a time is in here, he is in everything

mars uses venus razor

oh the logan piz fight…

such a crap ending to an amazing show

movie

I just love the scene where logan is leaning up against the car like jake from 16 candles (i did post a comparison of the two ages ago)

I like how logan went out with the crazy chic, he was so nonchalant about it, because he wanted to pay veronica back for coming back to neptune when he called even though they hadn’t spoken like 10 years.

kind upset that it wasn’t leighton meester that played carrie

comeback always

logan isn’t supposed to remember the epic quote because he was drunk?

I have so much love for logan, I relate to him so much and it was honestly the best day of my life when I met Jason ( i also met percy and michael) he was so kind to me and I gave him a letter I had written and he was just so down to earth.

How else is pumped for the return?!?

#veronica mars #veronica mars thoughts #kristen bell #jason dohring #percy daggs iii #michael muhney #enrico colantoni #queued

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13 and 22 for Graiden? ~Raven

Aiden x Grace (MC)

Title: Whipped Noses

Prompt: You have whip cream on your nose + cocoa and candy canes

Summary: Aiden and Grace are having a date at the local diner. However, Aiden seems to have something on his nose and something to say about those damn freshman who joined the band. And Grace just wants to have fun!

Word Count: 1300+

Tagging: @mlmichaelharrison @zig-a-zow @ravenclawpokegirl25

A/N: I didn’t really add candy canes… kinda forgot. Sorry about that friends. Anyway!! Check out the link in my bio for my masterlist + check out the Christmas/Holiday inspired fics! MC (Grace) belongs to zig-a-zow!

Grace brushes her curls out of her face, stifling a laugh looking at Aiden, clueless to the whipped cream on his nose. His voice deep and intense as he talks about the latest band practice drama over with Grace, who simply nods at the right cues already knowing Aiden would be throwing a fit over one of the ideas. She cared, she’s just heard this conversation 5 times since they left band practice.

Once with Myra, once with Michael and Maria, once when she stopped to get a drink, once on the car ride to the cafe, and once on the phone with his parents. She loved how passionate he was about band, she admired that the most about him, how could she not? The way his eyes lit up when he talked and his smile that’s so rare except when it comes to her and music, she felt transcended to heaven even if she teased him about.

Her eyes settle back on his nose slick with whip cream as he comes to a stop taking a heavy breath. “It’s gonna be okay, Aiden.” She replies, looking down at her own drink swirling the contents around. Melted chocolate and peppermint settling back at the bottom of her glass, a new special for the diner’s Holiday season. She didn’t particularly love the drink, but she didn’t hate it either.

“Am I boring you? It’s just those-”

“Damn freshmen who think they own the band.” Grace cuts him off, followed by a laugh at the twitch of his eye at her comment. “I love you and all sweetie, but please shut up about marching band and have a nice date with me.”

Aiden huffs in response, sticking his straw into his drink sipping it through that now still oblivious to the whipped cream smeared across his nose. He flicks her tongue over his lip, leaning back in his chair with an obnoxious huff. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Have you tried-”

“Don’t you dare suggest I react violently or homicidally. This is not the time or place for your millennial jokes.” Aiden replies sternly, crossing his arms over his chest pouting to himself. Grace can’t help herself, but to laugh the outburst even funnier with the fact he still has whip cream on his nose.

“Jesus, I can’t take you seriously anymore.” She shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears from laughing too hard. “You’ve had whip cream on your nose basically since we got here.” She smacks her hand against the table gaining a few glances from the people around her. She shakes her head turning back to Aiden with a smile, who remains unimpressed.

“And you didn’t tell me or do a cliche romance novel plot to whip it off?!” Aiden reigns a huff, moving to swipe a napkin off the table knocking all to the floor with a clatter drawing the attention of patrons nearby who snicker when they see his face. “Grace!”

“This isn’t a best seller book, I’m not wiping it off your nose for you.” Grace chuckles, as Aiden submerges from the floor holding a fistful of half dusty napkins. Bringing them to his nose using them to wipe the cream from his face. “I shoulda took a picture first, Michael would’ve loved this.”

“Ugh.” Aiden huffs, an annoyance glossing over his eyes at the mere mention of the heartthrob’s name. He places his used napkin on the table turning his attention back to Grace’s face illuminated with laughter still. “You’re as bad as those damn freshman.”

“Take that back!” Grace shouts with a laugh, “How could you say that to me?” She swats at his hand with her own playfully smacking against it before he has an opportunity to pull his hand away, nursing his hand to his chest. “Oh my god. Myra is right, you’re a whole ass drama queen.” She rolls her eyes at him.

“I wasn’t going to mention it, but seeing as though you find this amusing” Aiden started, wiping his hands over the table looking at his mainly empty glace. “You have had a piece of lettuce stuck in your teeth since lunch.” Grace covers her mouth to hide her teeth and stifles a laugh.

“So, you gonna romance novel it off?” Grace asks, quirking an eyebrow at him. He shakes his head resting his hand to his forehead muttering a few words to himself before he feels Grace’s foot brushing against his shin under the table. “I asked you a question.” She smirks biting back a laugh after he looks at her.

“This novel never made it onto paper.” Aiden shakes his head standing from the table. “Now that I’ve been embarrassed thoroughly I’ll take my leave, sweetheart,” Aiden replies using his pet name for her causing her to beam at him.

“WIthout a kiss?” Grace quips, mocking offense. “Why what happened to the gentleman who was sitting her moments ago.” Aiden rolls his eyes at her antics again, before leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. He moves to start walking away when Grace’s voice interrupts him again. “If you see Maria, tell her I’m at the diner awaiting a real kiss.”

“I’ll tell Bryan instead.” He calls over his shoulder, watching as Grace dissolves into giggles in the booth she and Aiden were in. A few minutes pass as Grace nurses the last of her drink when she’s about to get up to see Aiden walk back into the diner.

Looking annoyed and distressed, he approaches their both pushing his lips against each other. His cheeks heavy with a deep scarlet blush as he stands besides her face her, Grace glancing at him begging him practically to explain himself. Aiden silently refuses, pulling the noir gloves off of his hands tucking them back into the pocket of his jacket, his foot tapping against the floor. After a few moments, Grace takes it upon herself to tease him again.

“Where art thou, Romeo Bryan?” Grace sighs dramatically her voice carrying a Shakespearean accent, falling slightly into Aiden who remains straight-faced at her antics. “He is my prince charming according to my uncharming boyfriend who left me at the diner even though he rode in my car to get here.” She looks distraughtly out into the diner, using her hand to fake blocking out the sun looking out into the distance for Aiden.

“Very funny.” Aiden shakes his head looking down at Grace who leans her head back to meet his gaze. He leans down pressing a kiss to her forehead after brushing back loose curls that fell onto her face. “I would enjoy a ride a home.”

Grace nods looking in thought for a few seconds. “Sorry, no can do sir. I have a devilishly un-handsome Romeo waiting for me in the Trader Joe’s parking lot.” Aiden rolls his eyes at her again, brushing his thumb against her cheek. He leans down pressing a kiss onto her lips, sweet and short, pulling away much too soon for Grace’s liking. “Oh no, my Romeo was a frog all along.”

“Less talking, more walking, sleeping beauty.” Aiden moves to the side helping Grace out of the booth. She laughs pushing him forward as they walk towards the exit, with a few quick motions and protest from Aiden she jumps onto his back yelling sounds typical of Santa.

“On Aiden! On Blitzen!” She cheers, Aiden huffing out of breath, holding tightly onto her knees to keep them from falling although keeping them from running into other people wasn’t exactly his best skill. “Faster Aiden! We have presents to deliver!”

“IT’S NOT EVEN CHRISTMAS YET GRACE!”

#aiden zhou #graiden #aiden x grace #playchoices #high school story #hss #grace x aiden #aiden x mc #choices hss #choices high school story #ask #answered #request #prompt #ravenclawpokegirl25 #you have whipped cream on your nose #cocoa and candy canes

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mynameislangdon-blog · 5 years

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If You’re Still Breathing

This story involves Michael, Mutt, Jeff, a main original character and some minor original background people. It attempts to fill in some of what happened between the Apocalypse and Michael’s arrival at Outpost 3. I’m a fan of being inspired by music, so each chapter (and IYSB) are named based on what I was listening to when I wrote it. There is also smut, but it’s pretty soft, I think. This is not complete, needing at least 2 more unwritten chapters to resolve the story.

Characters: Michael Langdon, Mutt Nutter, Jeff Pfister, mention of Ms. Mead. Original main character because I don’t like first-person. Tag requests: @thelangdoncooperative , @ccodyfern

Word count: 5,073

Chapters 1-4 Warnings: some sexual content, blood, gore, death. Chapter 1: “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” Outpost 2 was easily the largest, most technologically advanced of the bunch. The inhabitants wanted for nothing. Expanded from the historic Greenbrier Bunker in White Sulphur Springs, Outpost 2 had private rooms for 25, and dorm rooms for another 50. There were two 250,000-gallon water tanks, and 2 50,000-gallon diesel fuel tanks. All ventilation had radioactive particle filters and clean air circulators, plus there was water filtration, bunker to surface vault doors that needed 50 pounds of pressure just to unlock, and even recording and broadcasting equipment. The upgrades from the 60’s included hydroponic agriculture & livestock annexes, solar power, hydroelectric power, an armory, and for some reason a bowling alley. You name it and they had it. Unfortunately, it had a little too much of some things. And by things, I mean people. And by people, I mean two individuals in particular. Mutt Nutter and Jeff Pfister. They were the outpost designers, and they never let any of the inhabitants forget that they were alive because of them. “You want me to what?! Check the irrigation drains under the northwest crops? I don’t need to do anything; those fucking freeloaders can do it. I already saved humanity once!” They weren’t any better with each other. “You see this coffee, asshole? Tanzanian Golden Black Sky Desert Roast! If it wasn’t for me, you’d be eating nutrient cubes back in California!” “You’re the one who fucked up and put us here after I SPECIFICALLY said to put us in the Bahamas! I should be balls deep in Jennifer Lawrence right now, but instead we’re trapped with these fucking gremlins!” And that was just banter over breakfast. The others chalked it up to the price for surviving in splendor, and left them to their drugs and robots. The Outpost was light on entertainment personalities, but heavy on scientists, politicians and inventors. Many of the people who were meant to be there hadn’t made it, but certain people, mostly Cooperative members, had been given a heads up, and were already underground when the bombs hit. Grace had been one of the first people to arrive, but she wasn’t in the Cooperative or a billionaire. She was just a special education therapist who’d moved to White Sulphur Springs from California 3 years ago. *********

There at the base of the stairs, Grace smiled. “I thought it had to be you. You sent me the card with the Cooperative ID, didn’t you?” “I did. I wish I could have collected you myself.” “But why?” “I needed you. There wasn’t time then, but there is now.” Grace watched his eyes. The bright blue she’d grown so accustomed to now looked like moonlight on an ocean. “What’s happened to you? Are you okay? Where’s Ms. Mead? Did she… oh no. She didn’t make it did she?” “No.” He stared straight ahead, pretending he didn’t feel; a move she’d seen before when he was trying to not cry. A tear slipped out and she watched it roll down his newly chiseled features. She reached out her hand to wipe it away then stopped. He had never liked surprise touching. In a soft voice she said, “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask first. I won’t touch you without your permission again, I promise.” But he wasn’t the same boy next door she remembered that was full of anger, swinging from sweet to vicious with no warning. Surprisingly, he stepped closer and enveloped her in his arms. Suddenly buried in his cloak, she relished the embrace. It felt good to be held, and it felt good to know that Michael had become more comfortable with touching. There, in the folds of his cape, she breathed him in, inhaling the scent of burnt wood mixed with something metallic. Electric. Grace realized he smelled like a battery tasted. She had to fight the urge to lick him to see if her tongue tingled. Instead, she laid her cheek on his chest and sank into the hug. Then her former boy next door leaned in and whispered, “But you want to touch me, don’t you?” His lips brushed against her ear and she reeled, feeling like she’d just been sucker punched in the libido. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she could barely restrain herself from grabbing at him, pushing him to the floor, wrapping herself around him and eating him alive. Her hands tightened on him for a moment, threatening to tear his skin right through his clothes. Then she forcefully pushed him away, succeeding only in pushing herself back against the stairs. What was happening here? Grace thought she might faint from her sudden need for him, but he simply stood and observed her. It was clear that he was relishing the sight of her feeling so many things at once, her former role of protector wrestling with her baser instincts. She was literally clinging to the banister for support when he ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of his upper lip. With the cool nonchalance of tossing a valet the car keys, he cocked an eyebrow and said, “You have my permission”, then turned and walked into the conference room.

Shocked, she ran scurrying down the hall like a mouse chased by a cat. She could almost hear Michael’s laughter following her. Once she had reached her room and locked the door behind her, she collapsed on the bed and whispered to herself, “What the fucking fuck was that?!!” She replayed the reunion in her mind. Instead of finding answers, she found herself reliving the moment his lips touched her ear, over and over again.

Without even realizing it, she had pulled up her dress and begun touching herself. Her body ached for more, and Grace obliged, putting one, then two fingers inside herself, thrusting and rubbing, involuntarily moaning, “Oh yes, please, please, more!” Her hips squirmed, and the memory of Michael sent a spasm through her, pushing her over the edge into climax. Unaware of anything existing but Michael’s touch, she cried out with pleasure and release. “Oh! Oh fuck! Oh my god! yes! Yes! OH FUCK YES!!!!” She brought herself to orgasm over and over again until she lay on her bed drained, unable to move, aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through her in waves as she fell asleep on her bed, half undressed and limp like a doll.

******

The meeting with Mutt and Jeff was predictable. Them being overly solicitous to Michael with just enough questioning and doubt to show they still thought they knew better. This had been coming for a while.

“So, what’s going on out there, dude?”

“Most people are dead, the ones that aren’t are mutating and dying. Outpost One has been overrun and destroyed.”

“What?! No way, man. New York had a great defense system. Almost as good as this one!”

“Apparently not good enough.”

“Shit. So, what do we need to do to keep it from happening here?”

“There’s nothing you can do except… are you prepared to fight?”

Jeff started making Pew! Pew! Blam! noises and pulled a gun out of his waistband. “Oh, we’re ready. POW!”

Michael looked at Mutt. “I need to report back to the rest of the Cooperative of course. Why don’t you show me around so I can get an idea of where we stand supply-wise?”

Clearly uncomfortable, he said, “Oh, sure. But, uh maybe we should stay here, make sure everything’s ready for your dinner.”

Jeff chimed in, “We’re doing a special dinner to celebrate your arrival, man. Like, top of the line.”

Michael observed them both, having expected nothing less than avoidance. “M-mm, I see. Of course. Shall I just, wander about on my own then? See what I can find?”

Jeff gave a panicked, “No!” then added, “What I mean is, you wouldn’t want to miss anything important. You should totally have a guide. You want your special friend to take you around?” He exchanged a knowing look with Mutt.

Michael’s brow furrowed. “What?”

“You know, the nobody who you put in here with us, the one with no money or special talents who had a priority entry clearance? Come on, dude. We’re not stupid. Obviously, she’s somebody special to you. I didn’t even know the Son of Satan could have personal attachments. Beyond the Battlea…. Ms. Mead, I mean. So, what’s the deal, you two getting it on? Did you save her to be like, your post-apocalyptic sex slave, or what?” Michael’s eyes grew black, and the lights flickered. “That’s not your concern.”

Mutt looked around nervously. “Okay, we were just curious. So, you don’t want her to show you around? We can find…”

“It will be fine.”

“Yeah, okay. We’ve got some... stuff to take care of.” Before Michael could even leave the room, the boys made a beeline for the drink cabinet, and opened it to reveal a giant crystal skull half full of cocaine, several syringes, and the bar sink full of robotic arms clutching bottles of alcohol. As the door shut behind him, Michael heard a gunshot and a round of hysterical giggling. He put his hand over his face and sighed.

****************

Chapter 2: "The Distance”

The intercom in Grace’s room buzzed, startling her from her unplanned nap. Once she got her bearings, she went over to the speaker. “This is Grace, what is it?”

“Got a job for you, sweetheart.” Ugh, it was Jeff. Grace rolled her eyes at the intercom and prayed it wouldn’t be something humiliating.“What kind of job?”

“Langdon wants a tour of the bunker.”

The butterflies started in her stomach, and lower down her parts clenched in an agonizing ache. “Can’t Josie or Henry do that? I’m kind of busy right now.”

Mutt chimed in, “Nope. It’s gotta be you babe. Try not to have too much fun. We need him back for the big dinner at 6.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. He just left the conference room so get your ass up here pronto.” Grace hurriedly changed out of the rest of her clothes and into jeans, a t-shirt, and work boots. A full tour would include the livestock pens, and she didn’t want to look seductive anyway. She grabbed a hair tie on her way out the door and pulled her hair into a ponytail as she hurried down the hall. She rehearsed in her head giving a firm “no” if he tried touching or whispering to her again. But she also couldn’t help imagining what could happen if she didn’t.

As she rounded the corner, she saw Michael once again standing at the bottom of the steps, writing something in a small black notebook. Not knowing what to expect, nervous with anticipation, she walked up to him and tried a casual, “Hi.” Her voice came out hoarse and she began to cough. She thought back to all the screaming she’d been doing recently and grew warm with the thought. She hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“Sorry about that. Air gets pretty dry in here.”

Michael tucked the notebook into his jacket, then looked at her coolly. “Please lead on. We have a lot to see.”

“Okay, well you’ve seen the decontamination entrance and the overview/conference room, so let’s go down to the big stuff at the back.” As they walked down the corridor, Grace kept talking. She told herself it was because he would want to know as much as possible but truthfully, she was just trying to avoid thinking about what happened earlier. Michael either didn’t notice or chose to ignore her, as his only contribution to her running dialogue was the occasional, “Interesting.”

She pushed open a set of glass double doors. “This is the ER.” They walked past hospital beds and Michael peered into one of the operating rooms. There was everything a regular operating room would have: bone saws, ventilators, shock paddles, EKG machine, IV drips, and so on. “You’re quite prepared.”

“Mostly. And here’s the pharmacy. We have everything one needs for typical stuff, we even have a setup for chemo. But they went heavy on the painkillers and didn’t stock a lot of long-term meds, which I think was a mistake.”

They took a walk through the pharmacy rows, and as Grace talked, Michael would occasionally pick up a bottle or package. “If you have questions about any of these, we’ve got a basic guide and I still remember a lot from school so you can always ask.”

“These aren’t locked up? Anyone can access them?”

They’re unlocked now because I’m showing it to you. There’s a code on the room and on the shelves, plus the cameras are simply everywhere.” She pointed up and waved to the camera. “Josh is probably on camera duty tonight. Hi Josh!”

Michael glared at the camera, and in the observation room, Josh grabbed his heart and collapsed to the floor.

They left the medical area and walked down to the power room. Keying in another code, Grace opened the heavy door and they were greeted with a wall of noise. “They’re pretty loud. Sorry.” She flipped a few switches and the actual size of the room became apparent. “These are the diesel generators and tanks. We actually don’t use them much since gas is a finite resource, but the sky isn’t very bright some days thanks to the fallout, so… yeah. See these two tanks with the staircases attached? That’s all of our fuel.”

“And how full are they now?”

“What?”

He leaned in closer. “How full are they now?!”

“One hasn’t been touched at all, and the other has...” She walked over to the tanks. “This one’s at 89%.”

“And where’s your water source?”

“Oh, most of that is filtered and recycled. This was a great place to build a bunker because there’s also a naturally occurring deep spring underneath. The radiation levels for that are still holding, but we predict they’ll eventually succumb to runoff from the surface. The good news is even contaminated water can run a hydroelectric generator in a pinch.”

“You know a lot about this. Special interest?” Grace raised an eyebrow and smirked, “You mean survival? Yeah, I’m pretty interested in that. It’s in the best interest of the group that we all know as much as possible. We’ve got experts in certain areas, like the two chuckleheads and their robotics…”

“You mean Nutter and Pfister?”

“Oh, no offense, I know you three work pretty closely.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well… you saw them alone in the conference room, and they talk all the time about how they’re very influential with the Cooperative leader. That’s you, right? The leader? What’s the deal with The Cooperative? What’s the common goal?”

Michael hesitated, trying to avoid the topic

“Look, if you can’t talk about it, I understand, but how did that happen? Leading the Cooperative is a long way from lessons in my basement. I’m glad for you, I always knew you were too strong willed to let anything hold you back but…”

Michael rushed in and closed the gap between them pinning her against the tank. “You have no idea.” Then he kissed her, roughly. His lips mashed up against hers and she never even had a choice. She opened her mouth to him, nipping at his bottom lip, hungry and uncontrolled. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and they fought, her need matched by his hunger. Her hands ran through his long golden curls, grasping and tugging, trying to bring him closer. The kiss broke, and she sighed as he bent down to kiss her neck, licking and biting his way from her collarbone to her ear and back again. His hands roamed over her body, her skin burned hot wherever he touched her. It was too much for Grace, and she had to cry out, “Stop!, I can’t! I... Please, it’s too much!” Tears leaked from her eyes, not because she was in pain, but because she’d never wanted something so much in her life and for some reason, she couldn’t just let it happen.

Michael looked at her, glassy eyed and drunk on her need. He watched her hands opening and closing, grasping at the air instead of him. She wanted this. She needed this. This was rich, thick desire that he could taste and hear and smell and feel. The tension between them made the air shimmer with heat. Like magnets, they could only get so close to each other before they touched out of sheer force. He experimented, raising his hand to her waist and bringing it closer and closer until he felt the pull, breaking free only to do it again. She held her breath, afraid of what she might do if he touched her again.

A door alarm blared at the end of the hall, breaking the spell. Michael clenched his fist, ready to set ablaze the person who interrupted them, but remembered where he was and restrained himself to avoid an incident. Surprisingly, it was Grace who composed herself first and suggested, “Shall we move on?”

They walked through the kitchen, avoiding the hot pans and sharp knives, chopping and slicing, sizzling and flashing. The kitchen crew couldn’t help but stare as Michael strolled through with his blonde shoulder-length hair and elegant black clothes, nodding approvingly at one thing or another. He dipped his finger into the creamy mushroom soup and tasted it, saying simply, “Not bad”, giving a rare glimpse of his full-wattage smile. With that, he could have stabbed every member of the crew with their own knives and they would have thanked him for the privilege of dying by his hand. Grace was impressed. He had come a very long way.

She chimed in to say, “Almost everything you’ll have tonight was grown right here. The animals aren’t ready for breeding, but when they are, we’ll have fresh meat as well.”

“What kinds of animals do you have now?”

“Oh, you know, chickens, a cow and a steer, a pair of pigs… It’s like Noah’s Ark down there. But not all the animals are for eating. Come on, I’ll show you.” They walked through the green mist of the hydroponic vegetables and herbs, past the fruit trees in pots, past the composting, and entered the husbandry through an honest to god split-rail fence.

The animals came crowding around and at first Grace thought it was for her, but then she realized that they had all gone to Michael instead. And the oddest part was that they weren’t crowding him, they all just… sat there, as if in a trance. “Like they’re asking to be spared” ran through her mind. What a strange idea.

“You’ve got a way with animals.”

He looked a little uncomfortable. “Not really, I think they’re just interested in me because I’m new.”

“That must be it.” Grace knew better, but if Michael didn’t want to talk about this particular weirdness, that was okay. “But you haven’t seen the best part.”

“Am I going to have to walk through more mud?” His fancy Louboutin boots were looking quite muddy.

“Mud, no. Dirt, probably.”

Michael seemed to stop and consider his options. He sighed, “Fine.”

She led him around the side of the enclosure and whistled. Two beautiful black horses came trotting up. “Aren’t they amazing? Do you want to feed them?”

“Why?”

“Why? Because it will make them happy.” Michael seemed a little confused by the idea of making an animal happy, but took the shiny red apples that Grace gave him and held one in each hand for the two beauties. They gently nuzzled his hands and then methodically chomped away on them until there was nothing left. “Huh.”

“Good babies”, cooed Grace. And to Michael, “You see? That wasn’t so bad. Oh!” She suddenly beamed. “I forgot, check this out!” She led Michael into the enclosure and waved her hands dramatically. “Ta-da!” There stood a black carriage, like the ones you’d see in old movies. His eyebrows raised in quiet approval. Wooden wheels, curtains on the windows. He peeked inside. Leather seats, too. “What’s this for?”

“Well, Henry’s logic was that if the day came where we needed to venture out for supplies, that having a carriage would make much more sense than a car because we wouldn’t need to carry gas for it or rely on finding any later. If the horses can eat what we eat…” She was interrupted by an announcement blaring from the speaker in the ceiling. It was fucking Jeff again.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The time is now 5:00 and in an hour we will be having a celebratory feast in honor of Mr. Langdon. Please make sure you are tastefully attired and on time! Over and out!”

Grace and Michael shared a look.

“I guess the tour’s over.”

“We’ll finish it later.”

**********

Chapter 3: “Belief In God Is So Adorable”

The dinner was unnecessary, but Michael had learned that these kinds of things were easier to get through than call off. And besides, it would give him a chance to try an experiment. He looked around the table at the scientists, intellectuals and politicians and military men. He stood and raised his glass in a toast. “Fellow Cooperative members, as you may have heard, Outpost One is gone.” People nodded their heads and tried to look broken up about it. “But let us not ignore the fact that we are still here.” More thoughtful nodding. “I would like to raise my glass to Outpost two, and your efficient and sustainable colony.” Mutt and Jeff let out a “Yeah! Damn right!” and stood up to chest bump each other. Then they stepped away from the table to do a few lines and argue about which bottle of wine to open. Everyone else applauded politely, raised their glasses in return and drank. Individual bowls of soup were being placed before each person. “What do we have here?” asked Michael. The person serving said, “Mushroom soup, sir. Made from mushrooms grown right here. And fresh cream, too.” “Well, it looks delicious.” He winked at the server, who from that moment on would have gladly cut his own eyes out with rusty razor wire then sautéed them with rosemary and eaten them if Michael had asked him to. Michael dipped his spoon into the bowl and brought it to his lips then stopped, putting his spoon down and simply sitting while he watched the guests eat every last spoonful while they talked about some garden pests or fortifying a support girder or something else equally pointless. Michael frowned. It hadn’t worked. He wondered if it was a dosage problem or if it was the rate the pills dissolved in hot soup. But then, Henry started to drift. He looked so tired. Then Josie, then Doris too. They could barely hold their heads up. The three senators soon followed suit, then the General. The other diners were slumping in their seats and Michael began to smile. “Good to know”, he whispered to himself. Mutt and Jeff continued to argue in the corner, oblivious to anyone else’s condition. Michael sighed internally. No one appreciated subtlety anymore. Once everyone had succumbed and was face down in their soup or puddled on the floor, Michael stood up. “Gentlemen, since our companions seem to resting, I wonder if you could help me with something.” “Yeah, sure. Whoa, what happened? Are they going to be okay?” “Oh, yes. They’ll be fine. Just… napping. I still need a tour of the armory and I wanted you two to take me since I know it’s your area of…” Michael hesitated, barely able to say the word, “…expertise.” “What? Oh dude! Absolutely! Let’s go!”Jeff whooped and hollered the whole way there, Mutt egging him on. They unlocked the shooting range and took Michael to the armory. “We’ve got everything you need, man.” “I don’t need anything, I just need to know what you have.” “Oh. Well, you mind if we shoot off a few rounds first?” Michael waved his hand at them, “Of course.” He sat back in a green plastic chair, putting his feet up on the rail. He knew what was coming. “So, uh, let’s just do a few lines first, ok?” They opened up yet another unimaginative cocaine stash inside a target dummy then laid out a pile and bulldozed their faces through it. As they brought their heads up, they realized something was off. Weird. “Dude, you feel that?” “Like, that buzzing? What the fuck is that? OW!” Blood began to run out of Jeff’s nose. He turned to look at Mutt, who had sunk to the floor holding his head in his hands. He turned to Michael and yelled, “What is happening?!” Michael gave the most sardonic of smiles and said, “Oh, it’s quite simple really. My father has revoked your privileges.” Jeff’s eyes bugged in disbelief. He screamed hysterically, “What do you mean fucking revoked? We paid our dues man! We sold our souls!” Behind him Mutt began to rhythmically beat his head on the floor. “Yes, you did. But you haven’t exactly upheld your end of things, have you? Did you think I wouldn’t know?” “Auuugh! Fuck!” The nosebleed was hemorrhaging, leaving Jeff soaked in his own blood, woozy and thick-headed. “Wouldn’t know what?!?!! We gave you the apocalypse, dude!” Michael stood up, clasping his hands behind his back and cocking his head to one side. Speaking in a voice that was all gravel and bitterness he said, “You lied to me. You tried to manipulate me.” Jeff fell to the floor next to Mutt, trying to stand but slipping in the blood that was spreading around them. Michael continued, “You programmed Ms. Mead to say what you wanted to say. You used her. You took away her memories and gave her ones that you liked better. You changed her. And in doing so you worked against me.” He slowly walked his way over to the miserable pair. “You.” He looked at Mutt, who had slammed his head into the floor so many times that his eyes had rolled back into his head and pieces of his brain were flapping idly at the edges of his skull. He stepped closer, hand clenched. “Used.” He watched Jeff try to hold his head up, blood now flowing from his ears, eyes, and skin. He stepped closer, clenching the other hand. “Me!” He threw his hands open and they held roaring fire, flames licking and jumping in anticipation. “And my...” His face went ghostly white, black holes where his features should be. His voice boomed so powerful and angry it could have toppled mountains. “…MS. MEAD!!!” The flames shot to the ceiling and curved back down, igniting Mutt and Jeff. They wailed and screamed, slowly and painfully burning to a blackened crisp. Michael snapped his hands shut and stood stone faced, watching the ashes swirl across the floor. He casually brushed a stray lock of hair off his face and straightened his jacket. One last loose end to tie up. ******** Beginning of Chapter 4: “I Am a Rock”

Grace thought back to when she first met Michael. When a boy of 16 comes knocking at your door and he isn’t selling something for school, one gets nervous. And here was this boy, all ripped black jeans and combat boots, unsure of how to say hello to a stranger. He stood there on her doorstep, just looking at her, as if she was supposed to just know what he needed. “Where’s your mo…Ms. Mead?” she asked, looking around. The tall boy with icy eyes and curls like an angel looked around too. “I don’t know, I mean she was here, but now she’s not and the car’s not here…” The boy was clearly not comfortable being alone, and seemed anxious. “Is there someone I should call?” He looked sheepish and said, “Can I just wait here?” “Sure. We can do that. Let’s wait outside so we can see her car when she gets back.” And she thought to herself, “And so Ms. Mead doesn’t skin me alive for having her boy in my house unsupervised.” “Okay. Thank you. May I have some water?” Grace brought out some water for the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. He flinched, swatting at her hand. She took a step back then sat down on the steps at a respectful distance, putting the glass of water in the space between them. “Sorry, I’ll ask permission next time, okay?” Michael stayed silent, looking doubtful. “I will ask permission before I touch you. I promise.” They sat awkwardly until he finished the water. He handed it to her saying, “Here’s your glass. I’m finished.” “Thank you… I don’t know your name. What should I call you?” “Michael. Michael Langdon.” “How old are you Michael?” “16.” “And where do you go to school?” “I don’t like these questions.” Dammit, she had pushed too hard again. In her head, she admonished herself. “Listening skills, Grace! Come on!” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want to talk? Just wait?” “Just wait.” Grace was trained in working with special needs kids, and this young man Michael, with his specific ways and rigid preferences, acting a little younger than his age would suggest, seemed to have some delays. She wondered if there was some kind of developmental disability there. She desperately wanted to ask more, but there was no point pushing him. They sat and watched the cars pass and listened to the summer insects buzzing. Michael broke the silence. “Why are you always playing music and hitting things?” “What? Oh, I’m practicing. Practicing martial arts.” “You listen to music for that?” “Well, I do. It helps keep me motivated. It’s not too loud is it? I don’t want to bother anyone.” “No, it’s not loud. Well, Ms. Mead doesn’t like it but I think she just doesn’t like that kind of music.” “Well, it’s not for everybody. I’ll try to keep it quieter so she doesn’t have to listen.” “You practice fighting? Can you teach me fighting?” Grace had an inspirational idea, but it would require some coordinated effort and planning. “That… would be up to Ms. Mead. If she says it’s okay, then I can certainly try.” “She’ll say okay.” And just like that, her car came pulling into the driveway.Michael’s face lit up, and he ran off, calling out over his shoulder, “Bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!” “Tomorrow?” Grace thought, “Oh, boy.”

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mychemicalimagines · 5 years

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The Walking Marauders (2) Remus Lupin

No Magic. As soon as the dead starting walking, Melissa Potter just wanted to find her family. After waking up from a coma she finds herself in the world of the undead. She goes into the city and finds Remus Lupin. How will they go on in this world? Will they fight together or fight each other??

Tag List- @maraudersandco @itshelaodinsdottirbitch @iluvharrypotter172 @rosesarestriped @definethatpotato

I just realized I never said this but Michael from the first chapter is Dean Thomas’ father. He didn’t have a name so I named him. Requests are still open, as well as the tag list. I’m sorry If I missed you on this chapter please message me and I will add you. Also I am changing the way some characters would have acted. Its just to go with the way the story is going. Also Harry, Ron and Hermione is younger than Carl and Sophia is in the show. They’re about 4 instead of 10 like them. I made them so they don’t go straight into guns like Carl did.

Warning: Cussing, Zombie death. Kidnapping, angry female. threat to kill/maim young kid.

“Mel?” I hear from behind me. I know that voice. It can’t be.

“Sirius?” I ask turning around. “Oh my god!” We both walk forward meeting in the middle, wrapping each other in a hug.

“How are you here?” He whispers into my hair surprised.

“What do you mean?” I ask pulling away from the hug to look at his confused face.

“The day this all started, the army was killing everyone that coughed, sneezed or even wiped their nose. I went straight to your room to see if you were okay, but your heart machine was off. I checked your pulse but I couldn’t feel anything. I closed your door and hid you so that if I got a chance I could go back and bury you I would,” he says tearing up a bit.

“Its okay Sirius. I’m fine,” I say hugging him again.

“Aunt Mel. Uncle Sirius said you died,” Harry says pulling on my pant leg.

I pull from the hug to look down at him. “Harry,” I say kneeling. “Uncle Sirius had every right to say that. He honestly believed that. I’m fine. That’s all that matters right,” I ask him as I fix his glasses. He nods and runs over to a red-haired boy that’s with Molly.

I stand straight up and smile.

“I can’t believe I found you guys,” I say to my brother and Sirius.

“How did you even get into the city?” James asks.

I tell them the story of me waking up, finding Frank, driving here and running into Remus.

“Bag of guns?” Sirius asks.

“I guess you forgot about the guns hidden in the office next to mine,” I smirk walking over to the van. I look in the back and grab the bag. I turn to Sirius and I open the bag. He smirks looking inside.

“As I recall you were the only one that had a key-”

“Melissa? Melissa Potter?” I freeze in my spot. No please no. Not him.

“Severus?” I step around Sirius to take a look. He steps forward and pulls me into his arms.

“I’m so happy you’re safe,” he says.

“Thanks,” I awkwardly pat his back.

“You two know each other?” James asks stepping forward toward Severus.

“This is Severus, my ex boyfriend I told you guys about,” I say to the guys.

Severus pulls from the hug, “Who are these guys to you Melly?”

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second of all it shouldn’t matter but James is my twin brother and Sirius was my partner,” I answer him rolling my eyes.

“I thought your name was Snape?” Sirius asks glancing at me then back at Severus.

“Severus Snape,” He corrects, “Dr. Severus Snape”

I roll my eyes, “Anyway Sirius you can put this bag with the rest. Where-”

“Wait! Where is my husband?” A woman yells. Sirius and I look straight over to her.

“Mrs. Granger?” Sirius asks walking over to her. I follow him.

“Andrea? Where is my husband?” She asks again pulling her daughter with her.

“He was being an asshole so we left him on the roof of the building we were in,” Andrea says.

“Wait!? There were more people?” I snap fulling standing next to Sirius now.

“You just left him there?” Mrs. Granger turns to me.

“I never met him. I will personally go back and bring him back,” I say honestly.

“Me too,” Remus says walking up beside me. I smile at him as a thank you and he just winks at me.

“You better,” she snaps. She grabs her daughters hand and pulls her to the tent they are staying in.

“Should we bring more people?” Remus asks me.

Michael walks up and says, “I’ll go. Dean is with Molly, so I can come. I tried to talk to Andrea out of it but she just locked the door.”

“I’ll go too,” Arthur says. “I can unlock the door with tools I have in the RV.”

“So were sacrificing four people for Mr. Granger?” Severus says walking up. “That guy wouldn’t give you water if you were dying of thirst”

“Severus. Just shut up. Sirius, get some supplies together for us please. We’ll leave in 30.” I say turning to everyone.

“Sure thing darling,” He pats my back and walks toward the Weasley’s RV.

I look at the other 3. “Are you sure? You guys just came back with me today.”

“I’m good to go” Remus nods. Thank god. I know i’ll need his help. He’s the only one I trust right now. Not including my family and Sirius.

“It’s partially my fault for not telling you he was up there. Molly and my family understand.” Arthur nods at me.

“I’m good. Dean is taken care of.” Michael says.

I turn to everyone in the campsite as they walk away to say goodbye to their families, “The four of us are leaving an a half hour. We will be back tonight or very early tomorrow morning. I’m very sorry about this. I didn’t even know he was up there”

Everyone nods and Sirius walks up to us with a bag.

“This has food, water and some of the guns you brought with you.” He hands it to Arthur who walks back to the van. I turn to Remus.

“Was it the same building we were in?” I ask.

“I think so. I remember how to get there. While were out we can also look in the store down the street,” Remus says.

“Are you guys ready now,” I ask as they walk back.

“Yep” They say and Remus gets the keys. “I’ll drive. I remember a shortcut on the way back.”

We all pile into the van and Remus drives us. I can’t believe I found my family. Its all because of this handsome guy sitting next to me. I should talk to him more and get to know him. I stare out the window for a little bit.

“Mel? Are you okay?” Remus asks pulling me out of daydreaming.

I look over at him and smile, “Actually Remus, I’m fantastic.”

He smiles and nods looking back at the road. He is so sweet. I wonder where he got the scars from. Not that it matters to me. He’s handsome with them.

“Were here,” He says putting the car in park.

“Do we want to get Mr. Granger first or stop at that store?” Michael asks.

“Well we should get Mr. Granger first. We’d be doubling back,” Remus says.

“Also Its a really hot day and he is probably dehydrated. He could still die.” I say running toward the building. The guys follow me and Remus shows me the way up to the roof. Arthur uses some bolt cutters to get the door open and all four of us bust in the door and run around the roof.

“Oh god,” Michael says making us all look at him. I slowly walk over to the pipe that hes standing in front of. All I see is the zip ties that were holding him there and a bloody hand on the ground. I cover my mouth. Oh no. He’s gone. I see a line of blood going toward another door on the other side of the roof.

“Remus” I say without looking at him and I follow the blood. I can hear his footsteps behind me and I pull my gun out of my holster. I slowly open the door holding my gun up. There’s a staircase going back down. I go straight down looking around. I see a couple dead walkers, ignoring them I keep following the trail of blood. It brings me to a broken, bloody window. I sigh and turn to Remus.

“He jumped,” Remus says and I nod.

“We can go outside. 2 of us go to the store and the other 2 will look for him,” I say looking at the guys.

“I’ll go to the store,” Remus says.

“I’ll go with you,” Arthur says. Remus looks at me and smiles touching my arm. I blush a little and they walk back up toward the roof.

“Okay Michael, it looks like he went toward where the van was parked. We can look around there first.” I say pointing toward the other door in the room putting my gun away pulling out my knife.

Michael and I walk out the door looking around for Mr. Granger. I go to the exact stop where the van was and theres a couple of walkers which I take them out quickly and quietly. I walk quickly to the road to see if he could be walking back. Nope. I sigh and i look at Michael.

“I don’t know this city well. Could there be anywhere he could possibly go to fix his hand?” I ask.

“Well there’s-” Michael gets cut off by Arthur running up to us pulling a young kid about the age of 17 with him.

“Remus was kidnapped!” He says quickly.

I turn to him quickly. “What?”

“This morons group went for a bag of food Remus and I put together and a fight broke out and I grabbed this kid and his group took Remus.” I turn to the kid.

“Where are they?” I snap. No one is taking Remus away from me. I barley even got to know him.

“I ain’t telling you shit.” He glares at me.

I grab his shirt and I pull him to me. “You don’t tell me where he is, you won’t return to him unscathed. Maybe you’ll lose a body part. Probably a foot seeing as you’ll need those to run from walkers. Now tell me where my guy is at?” I say venomously.

“The b-big g-green b-building,” the kid stutters out.

“Show me,” I snap.

I push him in front of him still holding his shirt. He walks us to a huge building and points to the back of the building. I push him that way and we stand in the back while Arthur knocks on the door and he stands back behind me. A man walks out with a group of people.

“Well hello, how can we help you? Seeing you have one of my guys, you must be the group taking our food.” He says smirking at me.

“Well seeing as my group got that food, its my food but you also have someone that belongs to me,” I say calmly to him.

“G! She threatened to cut my foot off!” The young man says to him.

“Cops do that?” He asks giving me a look.

“In this world, when someone takes someone that belongs with my group I do.” I step forward. “Seems like an even trade. Your guy for mine.”

“Well I see that you still have the bag my group went to grab so no its not an even trade.” He says smartassly.

“Its an even trade, because this belongs to us. We found it. Its ours now give me back-”

“No I see two opinions. You come back with Miguel and my bag of food and you live. Or you can come back locked and loaded and we’ll see who sheds more blood” He says turning around and going back inside.

I grab Miguel and we go back to the building where we lost Mr. Granger.

“What are we going to do? This bag has the last edible foods,” Arthur says.

“Oh well get Remus back. And were keeping the food” I say looking at the bag Sirius put together for us.

“G will kill you guys. You don’t know how crazy he can be.” Miguel says laughing at us. I turn to him and I get right in his face.

“You haven’t seen crazy” I glare.

“What you mean,” Michael asks looking at me.

I pick up a shotgun from the table and I cock the gun.

“We’re going locked and loaded.” I smile at Arthur and Michael. “We’re getting Remus back.”

Hopefully you guys like this chapter. Please please please comment! Requests are still open so please submit those to my ask box or even message me.

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chokememrstark · 7 years

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Two Boys And A Teacher // Samifer

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Summary: Sam stays for pie and coffee, as promised, and enjoys the change of mood. He actually likes Gabriel and seeing the two brothers interact is refreshing, until Lucifer gets a letter and things take an awkward turn.

(Part 3 of the Mr. Winchester Series | part 1 - part 2)

human!au, student!lucifer, teacher!sam, injured lucifer, little brother!gabriel, mostly fluff

Note: Yeah, there’s more. This time it’s only fluff and cute, but I promise you one more chapter at least where things get naughty again.

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @spnyoucantkeepmedown

When Sam and Lucifer came to the living room, after a few minutes because Lucifer insisted on going without any help, Gabriel had already put down the pie and coffee for them. He was currently standing in front of a mirror, fixing his hair, and grinned when his brother came in.

“Look who the cat dragged in,” Gabriel said and turned around. “Finally made it, big brother?”

Lucifer gave the younger one a smirk while making his way to the couch, careful not to fall onto the table. Sam noticed that Lucifer wasn’t really comfortable on the crutches yet and more than once just wanted to swipe him off his feet to prevent any more injuries. He let out a silent sigh of relief when Lucifer finally sat down and found a spot in one of the chairs himself.

“You can try to look like me all you want, Gabe, you’ll still look like you’re made of sugar.”

“Come on, it got better!” Gabriel pouted and plopped down in the other chair.

Sam only now noticed that Lucifer’s brother had an incredible resemblance with him, even though he didn’t look as dangerous as the older one. Gabriel was more of a soft version of his brother, also visibly a punk, but in a more fashionate way. It was actually very sweet, because it showed that he really adored Lucifer, which made Sam smile.

“You’re right, it did,” Lucifer calmed the waves, which made his little brother beam at him proudly. “And thanks for the pie, really. That’s a nice surprise.”

“You know what they say; eat well and you’ll feel well,” Gabriel grinned as he cut the pie on the table into pieces.

“You just made that up, Gabe.”

“Still true, right, Mr. Winchester?”

Sam was surprised to suddenly be addressed, but managed to smile back at the young boy.

“Of course,” he said and took the plate Gabriel offered him. “And thank you for the invitation, that’s very nice of you.”

“It’s the least I can do, after all, you looked out for Luci.”

“Gabe, please,” Lucifer said a little embarrassed, but Gabriel continued as if he didn’t hear him.

“I know he can be a little difficult sometimes, but he’s actually very nice and kind.”

“Gabe! Would you stop belittling me? I’m sitting right next to you!”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, giving Sam an amused smile, and handed a plate with pie to his brother too. It was very hard not to laugh, as this whole situation really reminded Sam of his own teenage years and how he used to bicker with his brother.

“Anyways, thank you,” he eventually said, clearing his throat. “I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” Gabriel smiled and took a bite from his pie. “Luci should be back on his feet soon, he’s already getting better with the crutches.”

“Yeah, next week everything will be back to normal,” Lucifer said, a cocky smile on his lips. “At least that means no PE for a while.”

“Don’t think you’ll have those hours off,” Sam reminded him, returning the suggestive glare he got. “You can use the time to catch up on your homework.”

“Great, more work,” Lucifer huffed annoyed.

“School is school, Luci,” Gabriel laughed, his pie already gone and now taking his own coffee. “You always tell me to take it serious, you should too.”

“You have to take it serious,” Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother. “You’re fourteen! I’m eighteen, I should be working, not sitting in a classroom.”

Sam raised a brow, curious what Lucifer meant by that.

“I told you, you don’t have to!” Gabriel shook his head. “Michael earns enough so we can go to school and with my babysitting we can afford some stuff. If you ditch school, you’re wasting a good chance, Michael said that too.”

“Michael, Michael, Michael! I can’t stand this name anymore!”

“Michael is your brother, right?” Sam asked and Lucifer let out a sound of disgust, to which Gabriel smiled.

“Yeah, he’s our brother. He works in a big company and only comes home on the weekends, otherwise it’s just us. Lucifer hates him.”

“I don’t hate him,” Lucifer scoffed. “I just can’t stand his arrogant attitude.”

“Whatever,” Gabriel waved and leaned towards Sam. “Michael wants Luci to go to college next year, but he’d rather work in a bike shop in town.”

“Because it’s fun, Gabe!” Lucifer said annoyed. “I am good with my hands, why should I waste more years in school when I can earn actual money with that?”

“Well, he’s not wrong, you know,” Sam threw in and looked at Lucifer. “I saw your grades, you’re not dumb at all. Why waste the chance?”

Lucifer gave him a look of utter betrayal and crossed his arms.

“I’m not a nerd like Michael,” he huffed. “After this year I’ll never set a foot into a school building again.”

Gabriel wanted to say something, but the doorbell rang and stopped him. He jumped up, excusing himself and went to answer it. Sam took the chance to switch places and sat down next to Lucifer.

“Lucifer, seriously, why don’t you stay in school? You’re damn clever, the last year you had straight A’s in almost every class.”

“I hate school, okay?” Lucifer said frustrated and glared at Sam. “I hate sitting there and bore myself to death. Why do you think I wanna leave?”

“Do you really wanna do the bike shop thing? That’s what you like?”

“Of course! You saw the bike outside? I built it! With my own hands!” Lucifer sat up and looked towards the corridor, where Gabriel’s voice came from. “I’m good at this and I can stay in town if I do it. If I go to college... I would have to leave my brother.”

Now Sam finally understood. He smiled and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on the surprised boy’s lips, before getting some distance between them again.

“Then stay,” he said quietly and smiled. “If this is what you want, I won’t say a word again.”

Lucifer looked at him for a long moment, a relieved look on his face. Eventually, he leaned his head against Sam’s shoulder, who in return wrapped an arm around him tightly.

“I can’t leave him alone, he needs me...”

“It’s fine, I get it, really,” Sam assured him and squeezed the blond boy’s shoulder.

The door in the corridor was shut loudly and Lucifer sat back, making sure the way they both sat on the couch was not suspicious. Sam could have gotten up of course, but he kind of wanted to stay there. It was more comfortable like this.

“Luci?” Gabriel walked in and looked up from a letter in his hands, frowning for a moment at the new seating situation. He quickly caught himself again though and walked over to his chair. “There’s a letter for you. It’s from Bobby.”

Lucifer made an attempt to jump up and grab the letter from his brother, but he had already sat down, so Lucifer just wailed his arms awkwardly until Gabriel handed him the letter. The older brother didn’t waste a second before opening it and pulling out the paper.

“Good news?” Sam asked while Lucifer went over the letter, his eyes sparkling more with each word.

“I got the job!” Lucifer suddenly screamed excited. He threw the letter on the table, grabbed Sam’s face and kissed him without a warning. Sam ripped his eyes open, completely stunned and tense until Lucifer pulled back again. “Bobby gave me the job, Gabe!”

Gabriel, however, just stared at his brother in complete shock. It took Lucifer a whole minute before he realized what he had just done and when he did, his jaw dropped and all color faded from his face.

“Oh, shit...”

“Did… did you just…” Gabriel’s eyes shifted between Lucifer and Sam, as he tried to find the right words to say something and completely dumbfounded.

“It’s not what you think, really, Gabe!” Lucifer quickly said, but he sounded like the worst liar in the world. He looked at Sam almost panicking, who had no idea what to do either.

“Okay, wait a minute,” Sam suddenly said and held up his hands. His mouth felt completely dry but he had to do something. “I think we need to clarify something here.”

“Yeah, for example why my brother just kissed his teacher,” Gabriel scoffed. “I’d like that clarified, for starters.”

“I didn’t…” Lucifer began and let out a frustrated growl. “Okay, yes! I did, but I didn’t mean to, okay?”

“Yeah…” Gabriel gave him a smirk. “I always kiss people without meaning to, too...”

“Gabe, just shut up!” Lucifer groaned and shook his head. “That’s not your business, okay? I got the damn job, I can earn money and stay in town!”

“And meanwhile screw around with your teacher?”

“Sorry, but can I say something?” Sam finally interrupted, not wanting the situation to explode even further. “Gabriel, this really isn’t how you think it is. Your brother just forgot himself for a moment. Can we just forget that happened?”

Gabriel huffed and eyed Sam closely, but eventually let out a sigh.

“You know, Luci,” he said, looking at his brother. “I thought you’d talk about such things with me.”

“About what things? There’s nothing to talk about!” Lucifer tried to defend himself, but Gabriel shook his head.

“Listen, I know you’re eighteen and you can do whatever you want, I get it.” Gabriel held up a hand to stop Lucifer from interrupting him again, looking over. “I don’t care who you’re dating or anything, but don’t lie to me, Luci… you know Michael always lied, don’t do the same, please.”

The whole tension of the situation faded at Gabriel’s words. Sam didn’t know what was happening when Lucifer suddenly looked completely hurt and pushed himself up to catch his brother, who threw himself in his arms with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Gabe, please don’t be mad,” he said calmly and rubbed Gabriel’s back. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Gabriel mumbled something Sam couldn’t understand and Lucifer patted him one last time on the back before Gabriel let himself fall back into his chair and wiped his eyes.

“Look, I really didn’t mean to do that, okay?” Lucifer said quietly and took one of his brother’s hands. “I didn’t think about what I did…”

“Yeah, you didn’t… next time just freaking tell me, will you?”

“Next time?” Sam chuckled and raised a brow, earning a warning glare from Lucifer.

“Of course I will,” the blond said and turned back to his brother. “But, I can stay here, isn’t that great? I can work for Bobby and don’t have to leave town!”

“So, I won’t have to live just with Michael?” Gabriel asked hopefully and Lucifer smiled.

“As if I’d let you! As soon as I earned enough money we can get our own apartment and you can do whatever you want, what do you think?”

“Anything I want?” Gabriel’s eyes lightened up.

“Absolutely anything,” Lucifer assured him, finally letting go of his brother’s hand. “I know you want me to go to college, but I don’t wanna leave you here with Michael.”

“I don’t really want that either,” Gabriel laughed and shook his head. “He can be a dick. So, what about you two?”

Lucifer seemed to have expected the change of topic and nodded.

“Are you two… something?”

“I don’t know, are we?” Lucifer asked and looked up at Sam, searching for support.

“I don’t think we are at this moment,” Sam said and tried to relax a little.

“Yeah, you’re kinda in a tricky situation, aren’t you?” Gabriel asked and couldn’t hold in a grin. “I mean, you being a teacher and all that.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Sam nodded and crossed his arms.

“Not much longer, though,” Lucifer added mischievously. “I’m done in a few months.”

Sam smiled, not really knowing why. This was a strange topic to talk about with a fourteen year old, but Gabriel seemed to be pretty mature for his age, despite the childish demeanor. And he had been more surprised than anything, just like Sam, so his reaction wasn’t too over the top. Sam had never thought this would be anything serious, but in this moment he actually asked himself if this could work somehow.

“Well, it’s your life as I said,” Gabriel suddenly said and shrugged. “But, I kinda like you, Mr. Winchester, and I-”

“Please, just Sam,” the older one smiled. “I think we can drop the Mr. at this point.”

“Okay, Sam then. I kinda like you and if Luci is happy, I’m not gonna complain.”

“Oh, stop talking Gabe,” Lucifer groaned and hid his face in his hands. “You’re only making things worse.”

Sam and Gabriel shared a smile, but both decided to stay silent. Lucifer really wasn’t one for chick flick moments, that was obvious, so this whole situation was kind of embarrassing for him.

Since it was getting late, Sam finished his coffee quickly and told the brothers he’d have to leave and stood up. Lucifer wasn’t too happy about that, judging the look on his face, but Sam smiled at him softly.

“I have a lot to do, I’m sorry. I didn’t think I would stay this long and you need to recover, remember?”

“Yeah, probably,” Lucifer sighed and then shook his head. “What about the homework, will you bring it over again or do I have to catch up on it in school?”

“I guess we can drop the homework for the week,” Sam laughed. “It’s not like you’d need the practice, right?”

“Seriously?” Lucifer raised a brow. “You’ll let me off the hook?”

“Just for this week,” Sam reminded him and winked. “Gabriel, it was nice meeting you.”

“It was, yeah,” Gabriel smiled and got up from his chair, singing Lucifer to stay down. “I’ll take you out if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” Sam turned to Lucifer, who looked as if he wanted to say something, but for some reason couldn’t. “I’ll be waiting for your return, okay?”

“Okay,” Lucifer said with a weak smile, which widened a little when Sam leaned down and kissed his forehead. Gabriel turned around the moment he realized what he was about to do, which made Sam smile too.

“See you soon, Luce.”

Sam and Gabriel walked over to the door, but when the young boy opened it he held Sam back for a moment.

“Sam, can I ask you something?” He sounded a little embarrassed, which surprised Sam.

“Anything, Gabriel. What’s wrong?”

“Please don’t hurt Luci, okay?” Gabriel said and looked at the older one with sad eyes. “He always plays tough and mean, but he’s not like that at all and he’s been hurt too much already. It’s been awhile since I saw him like this, I don’t want to see him hurt again.”

Sam smiled the most assuring and warm smile at those words.

“I would never hurt him, Gabriel,” he said. “It’s very sweet how you care about your brother.”

“He’s my family,” Gabriel said with a little pride in his voice. “He’d do the same for me, I know that.”

“He would, yes. I can see that. I promise you, I won’t hurt your brother. Not in a million years.”

“Thank you,” Gabriel smiled a little relieved now.

“Make sure he rests, okay?”

“Of course I will. And thank you for coming over!”

“It was my pleasure. See you soon, Gabriel!”

Gabriel waved at Sam as he crossed the little lawn and got into his car, then closed the door and walked back to his brother. Lucifer still sat on the couch and gave him a weird look when he stepped in.

“You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” Lucifer asked, to which Gabriel shook his head and sat down next to him.

“Why should I be disappointed?” Gabriel was a little confused by this question.

“Come on, how could you not be?”

“Because you seem to like someone again? Luci, for the last three years you’ve been hiding in your shell, do you think I didn’t notice that?”

Lucifer blinked at his brother confused.

“You might fool people who don’t know you, maybe even Michael, but not me,” Gabriel tilted his head and smiled. “I saw the way you looked yesterday, even after breaking your ankle. You’re happy, Luci. Even now I can see the life in your eyes.”

“You sound like I’m a chick, stop it,” Lucifer scoffed and turned his head away.

“I’m not disappointed, okay? That’s what I wanna say. Sam obviously likes you and you like him, or not?”

“I guess, yeah…” Lucifer mumbled and sighed. “He’s still my teacher and like… twelve years older or so…”

“Now you sound like a chick,” Gabriel said and rolled his eyes. “Stop being childish.”

“I’ll show you childish,” Lucifer huffed and pinched his brother’s sides, causing him to screech and jump back.

“That’s it! You can make your own dinner tonight!” Gabriel over-dramatically pushed himself up and crossed the room.

“Come back here, you little punk!” Lucifer shouted, earning a giggle from the kitchen.

“Not gonna happen!” Gabriel whistled and loudly got pots out of a cupboard. “I’m gonna eat like a king tonight and you’ll get nothing, because you’re being childish!”

“My blood will be on your hands!” Lucifer fake-cried with a huge smile on his face, to which Gabriel simply began humming and ignored him.

Relieved, Lucifer leaned back into the couch and sighed. He had not expected this outcome, but for some reason Gabriel was okay with his secret and apparently Sam kind of liked him too? At first Lucifer had thought it was all just fun and games for Sam, but there was something more about this and he hoped to find out what soon.

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