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A Man of Letters - Chapter Seven

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Summary: It started as a simple hunt for Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean didn’t realize that this single case would change his life forever. Now they are on the biggest mission of their lives, and without the use of cellphones, the only way he can communicate with the love of his life is through old fashioned letter writing. He has done everything in his power to keep her safe, but will it be enough? Word Count: 6931 ish

Series Warnings: Language, slow burn, angst, smut, alcohol consumption, fluff, SPN typical violence (individual chapters will contain relevant warnings) a little meta Chapter Warning: humor (Is that really a warning?) and a little bit of sweet.(Always), angst, spicy (smut), unprotected (ish) sex

A/N: I want to thank everyone who has read so far, thank you for sticking with me! All of the comments and reblogs mean so very much! THANK YOU!

Thank you to my beta’s @winchest09 and @whatareyousearchingfordean without them I would be sunk!

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Dean “Tongue Magician” Winchester PO Box 323 Sioux Falls, SD 57101

Dear D,

You were right, I got both letters the same day. It was a really nice surprise. I hope that “Sam” likes the brownies. I’m sure they are stale, but I made enough for everyone, so please share them because I know they are for you. Sam literally eats one brownie when I make them. Work has picked up, and my schedule is full most days. I’m happy to be busy when you are gone, it makes the days go by faster, but my bed is too big and empty without you. I’ve slept on the couch a few times since you’ve been gone, I just leave the pillows on, and I can almost convince myself you are here.

I was thinking about the couch night, but now you have me thinking about the bed night, and damn, you are too far away to dwell on that for too long! Also, do not talk to me about me moaning your name in letters because I swear to God I will write you a note that you will have you locking yourself in Baby to read!

Things are pretty quiet here as usual. I went to the farmers market today and bought vegetables. I’m trying to figure out some new recipes to try. I know you said that you were up for anything, just no more butter beans because they taste like mud (which, for the record, they do not!), so we will see what I can do. I saw Mark from the garage there, and he told me to tell you “Hello” and that he is almost finished with the body of the 1971 Plymouth Hemi Cuda. He wondered when you would be back because he could use your help with the new paint job. I told him that the job you had was going to last longer than most but that I’m sure as soon as you got into town that you would help him.

D, I know we talked about the future before, but are you sure you want to walk away? I’m here no matter what, I’m not going anywhere. You need to be sure this is what you want to do for you. With that being said, I am selfish enough to say I want nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms every night and to wake up next to you each morning. I’m glad you wrote it in a letter because I can read it over and over. Sometimes, when you are gone, I just start questioning things and can be a bit insecure about all of it, but you knew that already.

I guess I should wrap this up, I’m sorry you guys are doing more research, but, as always it will pay off in the end. I’m not surprised you set up training for everyone, that is definitely your thing, and it gives you an excuse not to read those dusty books. You guys be safe and come back soon. I miss your face.

I Love You, Your Initial

3 Years Ago

They were a little over halfway back to the bunker, driving through Hastings, Nebraska, and Sam started to worry. Dean had not spoken 5 words this entire trip. He didn’t even want snacks when they stopped for gas. They have been driving for almost two hours, the radio on low, the only thing consistent is the tapping of his thumb on the top of the steering wheel, lost in his own thoughts.

“Dean.” He broke the silence

“Huh?” pulling himself from his thoughts, glancing at Sam.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“What? Nothing,” raising his eyebrows, he shook his head briefly.

Flicking his eyes to the backseat, Sam confirmed the vamp was still out cold. “Ok, I’ll start. I know that you knew where these vamps were hiding out long before I told you. Instead of helping me, you continued to point me in the wrong direction.”

He rubbed his hand down his face with equal amounts of irritation and embarrassment. “Sammy, it’s not like that I-,”

Annoyed Sam cut him off, “Dude, it is exactly like that, but the funny part is I’m not even mad anymore.”

“Fine, you know I don’t want to talk about this, but you get one question and one answer and don’t get all chick flick about it either because that’s not happening.”

“Great,” Sam smirked, “What’s Y/N’s favorite color?”

Without missing a beat, Dean answered, “It’s a tie between navy blue and dark grey.”

Sam threw his head back with a laugh. Dean’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile, turning up the radio as “Ramblin’ Man” by The Allman Brothers blared through the speakers. Laying his foot on the gas pedal, a little heavier to get back to the bunker to get answers from the comatose vamp tied up in the back seat.

Dean and Sam had left Y/N’s house 2 days ago. The first 24 hours she didn’t go anywhere without her phone, that got old quickly. She began to feel like it was a leash; finally, she went about her day and left it plugged in on her nightstand. Today was Saturday, she didn’t have any clients this morning; instead, it was all the things to catch up from the week. Mowing the lawn, cleaning the house, grocery shopping, stripping the sheets, and doing laundry.

She put her hair in a messy bun, threw on her Neil Diamond t-shirt with denim shorts, grabbed her BlueTooth headphones, linking them to her tablet, and set it outside on the deck and connected it to her playlist. Greta Van Fleet’s “Highway Tune” burst into her ears as she yanked the pulley to start the lawnmower. She chuckled to herself as she began to mow the backyard. Dean had mentioned a few times that he wanted to do it, but that was not going to happen. She had put them both out enough, and besides, it was a good exercise for her. Finishing up in a little over an hour, she put away the lawn equipment, grabbed a bottle of water from the “beer fridge” in the garage, and jumped in the Jeep. She wanted to head to two destinations, the grocery store and the gardening store to buy more plants and flowers. Working in the yard kept her hands and mind busy, and right now, that is precisely what she needed.

As she was perusing the freezer section for her favorite Ben & Jerry’s flavor, she ran into her friend Jennifer. They had met just a few weeks after Y/N moved to Lincoln and they had become fast friends. After a brief hug, they agreed to meet later on that evening for drinks on Y/N’s back deck to catch up. She stopped and bought some more daisies and headed back home, looking forward to spending the evening with her friend.

After planting the flowers, she ran in the house to quickly shower and wash her hair, scrubbing off the dirt and grime of the day. Finishing up, she wrapped her hair in a towel and dried off when she noticed Dean’s black flannel hanging on the door hook. He’d accidentally left it behind the last time he was here. Walking over, she brushed her fingers lightly over the material and as she brought it closer to her nose, she could still smell his woodsy maleness clinging to the fabric. She rested her head against the door, thinking about how much she missed him already and realizing how ridiculous it sounded.

With a sigh, she left the bathroom walking down the hall to her bedroom, pausing she looked at her phone lying face down on the nightstand. She was torn; part of her wanted to see if Dean had called or texted, but an overwhelming part did not want to be disappointed when he didn’t. She made a deal with herself, she would get dressed and dry her hair, and THEN she would look at it. Y/N did silly bargaining things like this with herself all the time, almost like bargaining with the Gods to turn the odds in her favor. She pulled on a pair of grey shorts and a and white Garth Brooks shirt, chuckling to herself, thinking of when Dean accused her of having more band shirts than he did.

Sitting in front of her mirror with her flat paddle brush, she began drying her hair in pieces, after finishing she put on a bit of mascara, eyeliner, and colored lip balm. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with the results, standing with a huff, Y/N went to check her phone. Picking it up, she expected nothing. However, she slowly lowered herself to the bed as her screen lit up, her eyes growing wider with every missed notification.

Dean 3 Missed calls

Dean: Hey, Babe, been crazy with you know what. Just wanted to hear your voice.

Dean 4 Missed calls

Sam 1 Missed call

Dean: Y/N. Is everything ok? Call me when you get this.

Dean 2 Missed calls Sam: Tink, would you PLEASE call Dean? I might kill him soon if you don’t. Jennifer 1 Missed Call Dean: ok, I’m trying to keep my shit together right now, I’m FUCKING WORRIED. I’m just telling you right now if I don’t hear back from you in 2 hours I’m driving back.

Just then, her phone lit up in her hand, Dean’s face popping up, the ring scaring her so bad she dropped the phone. She scrambled to pick it up, pushing the speaker button quickly. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice boomed through the speaker.

“Hey Dean, I’m so sorry-” she began.

Dean cut her off, “Are you good? Jesus Fuck, I was like a crazy person down here. You’re good, right? I mean you are answering the phone, so you’re alright. Right?” She could hear a slamming car door in the background.

“Dean!” she raised her voice to get his attention, “I’m fine I just left my phone plugged in all day, and I was busy.”

“Shit, right.” She could hear him running his hand over his scruff, “I’m sorry Babe, I know, I sound like a lunatic. We just haven’t been able to get anything out of this vamp, when you didn’t answer, my mind just started going to a dark place.”

“I promise, I’m really fine,” she soothed, “I mowed the lawn and went to the grocery and bought some flowers; just busy. I even saw my friend Jennifer today. She’s coming over tonight, and we are going to sit on the deck and have a couple beers.”

“Honestly, that sounds great Y/N/N, I just wanted to hear your voice and tell you to be careful. We don’t know who sent those vamps yet, and until we do, you just need to watch your back.”

She didn’t want to roll her eyes, but she couldn’t help it. There were only so many ways she could reassure him, she didn’t want Dean to worry about her, Y/N just living her life, maybe she was naïve. Hell, no one has worried about her since her parents’ death. It was a strange feeling.

“Dean,” she began, “What can I do to make you feel better?”

She could almost hear the sheepish shrug in his voice “I don’t know” pulling himself out of that quickly, his voice became stronger. “Could you just carry your damn phone with you?”

Dean heard the laughter through his phone, and he couldn’t help but smile, hearing her laugh warmed his insides. “Of course, I will! I do have a question for you, though.”

“Shoot.”

“Were you really going to drive back up here if I didn’t answer?” The silence on the phone went on for so long that she had to double-check to be sure they weren’t disconnected. “Dean?”

“Yeah,” came a gruff reply, “I was in the garage when I thought I would call you one more time before I left.”

“Oh Dean, I’m sorry.” Guilt niggled at her as she thought of him dropping his plans.

“Y/N, maybe I overreacted a little, but I’m so far away that, if shit went down, It would take me 2 ½ hours to get there.”

“I’m just living, Dean, but I will be careful, I swear. I don’t want you to worry about me. You have enough to worry about without adding me to it.”

Oh, Babe,” he chuckled, “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

“Maybe.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“So, I thought I would come back up on Thursday night if that’s ok.”

“More than,” she replied with a soft smile, “I miss you.”

“Same,” he replied gruffly, “see you Thursday, then.”

“Bye, Dean,” she whispered. She pushed the end button and flopped back on the bed, heart pounding in her chest.

She missed him, but the idea of him coming back had her stomach in knots. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to have sex with him when he came back. She could barely keep herself in check before he left. It had been a long time since she had been intimate with anyone, what if she forgot how? She had been fine just shoving her sexual frustrations to the bottom of her priority list, life got its hooks in her, she was more interested in getting her business off the ground, fixing up her house and making a life for herself. He was the first person in recent memory who made her look twice. Now he was coming to stay with her. This time she knew that the couch was not going to cut it.

Dean’s POV

Bracing his forearms on the driver’s side window frame of Baby, he tossed the phone on her roof with a sigh. It’s taking all of his internal strength not to jump in the car right now and head back to Lincoln. In his mind, he knows that she is safe, but his chest still ached. This is why he didn’t involve himself in this type of bullshit. Sticking to the random hook up fitted his life. What the hell was he thinking, dragging her deeper into a life that she has no business being within a 1000 feet of? She is too sweet to get involved in his shit show of life. He was tossed into it the day his mother was roasted on the ceiling. Y/N deserves so much better than he could ever offer. If he had a brain cell left in his head, he would man up and text her right now to tell her to forget it, he wasn’t returning to Lincoln. He and Sam would track down whoever was after her and take care of it. Y/N could move on with her life and forget all about him and the nightmare life he leads. Exhaling loudly, Dean grabs his phone, shoving it in his pocket and pushing himself off the car, the adrenaline of his fear and anger still pumping through his veins. He knows she deserves better than a text. When he drives up on Thursday, he will tell her that it’s best for her.

Eventually, the stabbing pain in his chest will go away and if it doesn’t, maybe this is just what it would be like now that he really knows what he will be missing when he walks away.

Jennifer and Y/N embrace at the door when she arrives promptly at 7:00. It was an evening of a few too many beers and laughs. Jennifer switched to Diet Coke after two. Although she was a little more than tipsy, she was careful to keep most of the secrets when Jennifer started to question her about the black muscle car parked at her house when Y/N was MIA for a few weeks, no one knew she was hiding a bruised and swollen face.

Travis had kept his mouth shut as promised. Sam and Dean stopped in to talk to him about the “guys” who followed Y/N home and assaulted her. He wanted his bar as far away from that controversy as possible.

They ended the evening with more hugs and promises to get together again soon, Y/N made her way to her bedroom, phone in hand, drunkenly stripping off clothes all the way down the hall. Climbing under the sheets, she started to plug in her phone but changed her mind.

Dean’s phone buzzed with a text message at 1:17 a.m, he was sitting in the library nursing his third whiskey of the night. Picking up his phone, he thumbed it open to see it was a text from Y/N. As he opened the message, his mouth slowly began to gape open. Staring back at him was a selfie. Y/N was laying down, her hair fanning around her on the pillow, a sweet smile playing on her lips. He could see the curve of her breasts, turning the phone back and forth he was sure he could have seen her nipple. She was totally naked in that massive bed without him. The simple text accompanying the picture is what truly did him in.

Babe: Wish you were here

“FUCK!” he groaned loudly, closing his eyes, throwing his head back

Thursday came in a blink of an eye for both of them. Dean had texted Y/N to let him know he would be leaving around noon. It was 10:00 a.m. now, his anxiousness already kicked into high gear. Sam walked into the war room, a mug of coffee in his hand, still in his blue and black plaid pajama pants with a grey long sleeved T-Shirt. His hair pointing in every direction, bare feet smacking against the tile floor. He stopped abruptly when he spotted Dean pacing a path back and forth. He was already dressed in jeans and boots topped with a dark grey T-shirt underneath a burgundy and grey flannel. An empty coffee cup sitting on the map table along with his duffle bag.

“Dean?” he questioned.

“Yeah?” he responded, continuing to pace.

“What’s the deal? What are you doing?” He fully entered the room, placing his mug on the table studying Dean.

“I’m thinking! What are you doing? I just got shit on my mind,” he barked back, continuing to pace, stopping to look at his phone, before beginning his walk again.

“Aren’t you going to Y/N’s today?” Sam questioned, “I thought you would be happy. Instead, you’re stalking around here like an angry bear.”

Dean’s angry gaze snapped to Sam, confirming his characterization. “I’m coming back tonight.” Sam paused in the middle of sitting, standing back up, “Dude, WHAT?”

Running his hand roughly over his face, he sighed. “I got some space; after the other day, when I couldn’t reach her, it made me realize she doesn’t need to be dragged into this life. It’s too much.”

“And there it is” Sam threw his hands in the air, frustration written all over his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean growled.

“Every.Fucking.Time,” he emphasized each word pointing his finger at the older Winchester. "Whenever you find a little bit of happiness, you start sabotaging yourself, it’s always something. This life sucks, you’re too busy, it’s the apocalypse, someone or something needs you more, you just shut down and tell yourself it’s not worth the trouble.”

Dean just stared at his brother as he continued to ramble.

“Just once Dean, just one time can you put yourself first?” he gestured toward him. “Yes, I know Y/N was a case and you are pissed off that the vamp won’t talk, you’re worried that your life is going to splash on her. She is stronger than you think, you think you need to pile all of this on your shoulders, you don’t. I have never seen you, my own brother, let his guard down around someone before.”

“She’s too good Sammy, she doesn’t deserve-”

“What?” Sam questioned, gathering momentum again “She doesn’t deserve to be happy? She doesn’t deserve to have someone care about her? You-” he pointed at him once more, “are both crazy about each other. I could see it on your faces every time I was in the same room with you both. You have earned the right to be happy.”

Dean crossed his arms contemplating Sam.

“Just do me a favor, would you?” Go up there and just see her, stay the three days, like you planned, see what happens. Promise me you won’t go up there halfcocked trying to tell her, like you always do to everyone, that you know what’s best. Leave your bullshit baggage here and just go see her.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled, hiking his bag on his shoulder as he picked his keys off the table, striding towards the garage, “I think you need to mind your own damn business.”

“When has that ever happened before?” Sam called after him.

As Dean began to drive to Lincoln, Y/N was running around nerves and excitement, twisting her gut. She had showered, shaved everywhere, lotioned up, fixed her hair, letting it flow down her back instead of the ponytail or messy bun look and she had applied light makeup. Looking down at her bed, almost every article of clothing she owned was spread out. Y/N picked up all of her dresses and hung them back in the closet. If she wore a dress, he would know that she was trying too hard.

“This is ridiculous!” she thought to herself as she started shoving clothes back into drawers. She settled on a pair of denim cutoff shorts and a sleeveless black and white blouse that cut in at the shoulders and tied at the back of her neck, flowing to mid-hip. Picking up the remainder of clothes strewn about, she muscled them back in her closet, slamming the door. She checked herself out in the mirror, happy with the tan legs and arms on display. Walking out into the living room, she started to feel fidgety. She had serious thoughts about going to work in the garden, but she would have to shower all over again. After wandering around the house, she checked her phone at 1:00. She had two hours left. Flopping on the couch, she flipped on the television and began channel surfing, trying to zone out.

As Dean sped up the highway to Y/N’s house, the conversation with Sam this morning was a consistent loop in his head. Actually, it was more of a Sam tirade. Dean knew what was best, right? Nip it in the bud before one of them could get hurt. She really wasn’t what he needed in his life, he told himself. Unattached works best for him. An after bar closing fling to get rid of the itch, then back to living life. No expectations, no texts, no I’ll-call-you-laters. But if that is what he wanted, then why did it make him sad and angry all at once?

Twenty minutes outside of Lincoln, he stopped for gas, seriously considering calling her to say he couldn’t make it. Sure, she might be disappointed, but she would get over it, wouldn’t she? No, he chastised himself, he would do the right thing and tell her face to face. He owed her that, at the very least. Looking at his watch, he realized that he had made a good time between leaving the bunker early so Sam would quit bitching at him and no traffic or cops on the 2 lane highway. He would be at her house at 1:30. Jumping back in Baby, he cranked the ignition “The Real Love” by Bob Seger blared through the speakers, it was a slow one, he reached down to flip the channel but paused but as the lyrics began to speak to him.

I think I’ve found The Real Love Genuine and true I think it’s really come my way today Babe I think it’s really you

I remember moments looking in your eyes Could have sworn I saw the spark of love babe Flickering inside

I’ve been around this track And the only thing I lack Is The Real Love

Placing his hand back on the wheel, his knuckles turned white as he squeezed, the pressure in his chest overwhelming him as he blinked back tears. His mind and heart screaming, “Don’t do this!!” Angrily, he threw Baby in drive, grinding his teeth together and snapping his jaw. He jammed his foot on the gas, leaving tire treads next to the pumps. The Impala fishtailing as he exited to the street heading towards Y/N house. The pain crashing through him as the verses washed over him.

Every time I see you, every time we touch I can feel the way you feel for me Babe And it means so much

And every time you look at me It’s just the way it all should be In The Real Love

Oh darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ Stay with me stay I long to see you in the morning sun Everyday Everyday

So until that moment When I take your hand I’m gonna try to do my very best Babe To prove that I’m your man

I’m gonna do my very best I’m not gonna rest Until we’ve got The Real Love

He was in agony, convincing himself it was what he deserved thinking about what he was about to do.

Hearing the deep rumble of Baby, Y/N sat up on the couch, flinging the remote on the coffee table. Her heart began thundering in her chest as she looked at the clock 1:28 p.m. “It’s too early, it can’t be him. He said 3:00” she thought. Her feet had a mind of their own, carrying her, almost unwilling, afraid to be disappointed that it was another car, but she knew. She would recognize the sound of his car anywhere. The screen door opened with a squeak as she stepped on the porch as Dean drove up the driveway. She shoved her hands in her front pockets to appear calm, but she could not wipe the huge grin off her face nor the heat burning her cheeks.

Dean turned off Baby and sat there for a moment, squeezing the steering wheel, flexing his jaw as he tried to get his bearings together. He knew what had to be done, he couldn’t draw it out. “Just cut to the chase, short and sweet. Get it over and done with and let her live in peace,” he told himself, until he glanced out the window and saw her on the porch.

The ice that he tried to form around his heart cracked wide as he looked at her beautiful, smiling face. Never in his life could he recall someone so thrilled to see him. She was pure sunshine that spread light through him as he looked at her. Pulling the metal handle, he got out of the car, slamming the heavy door behind him. Her hands were in her pockets, but she was so happy she was almost vibrating. As he walked towards her, all he could hear was Sam’s voice yelling in his head, “leave your bullshit baggage here! You have earned the right to be happy!”

Each step that he took melted the ice a little more, stopping in the grass, he matched her smile and opened his arms. She was off the porch running to him. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he locked her in his embrace. She buried her face in his neck as he nuzzled her hair, breathing her in.

“You know,” she whispered, smiling into his neck, “when I thought about today, I always imagined I would have been much cooler.”

Chuckling, he pressed a kiss against her temple, “I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.” The truth is, had she been calm, cool, and collected, Dean would not have questioned his stupidity until he was headed back to the bunker. By that time, it would have been too late, and he would have had to live with his decision no matter what the ache in his chest told him.

Setting her on her feet, bending, he pressed a firm kiss on her lips, lingering as the last bits of ice melted around his heart. He wanted to tell her what he had driven up here to do; he just couldn’t yet. What if he scared her? What if she stopped looking at him with unconditional acceptance? After everything he had shared with her, the killings, the monsters, and the Mark of Cain, she rolled with it all as if he was telling her how he changed the oil in Baby. She was interested and asked questions but never judged him. Telling her most of his secrets on the couch was never what he meant to do, but she pulled it out without even trying. What if telling her he was going to look at him differently? He couldn’t handle that, his chest hurt to even think that. What if it broke what has been so carefully built. What if it broke her? He couldn’t do that. The thought that he was actually going to come up here and tell her it was over made him feel lightheaded.

Pulling back, she took his hand in hers with a smile. “I hope you’re hungry tonight. I made steak, twice baked potato, corn on the cob and...” she drawled, wiggling her eyebrows, “pecan pie.”

“Wow,” he chuckled “you didn’t have to do all of that.”

She lifted one shoulder, slightly embarrassed, “I wanted to.”

Squeezing her hand, he murmured, “thank you.”

Smiling bright at him, she opened the screen door, Y/N entering and pulling Dean with her. The house smelled like pie. He didn’t realize how much he missed being with her in her space until he walked in the door. The smell, the feeling of hominess solidified his decision to listen to Sam’s advice. Maybe his little brother knew something, after all.

Dean grabbed two bottles of beer out of the refrigerator, walking out on the back deck. Just being close to her, he could feel a weight lifting off him as he comfortably settled back into their little routine. He would always twist off the bottle top for her and hand her the beer. Even if she brought the beers out, she gave them both to him. When both bottles were open, they would clink the bottlenecks together before their first drink. It was the little things like this that made him ridiculously happy.

Sitting on the deck, they shared different things from the week, there were no awkward moments or pause in the conversation. It just flowed as it did on the couch. Dean tried to keep it light, telling funny stories about Sam as Y/N’s laughter rang out, filling him with a warmth he never knew he needed., She would reach out and touch him, brushing her fingers against his knee or grasping his arm when she was making a point. He looked forward to each touch, desire shuttering through him every time. As the afternoon slid into the evening, Dean would graze her upper arm with a smile, just to see her shiver. He felt powerful that it was his touch doing that to her.

Time flew by as the cold beers went down smoothly. Soon it was time to light the grill and cook up the steaks as she put together the side dishes. They decided to eat at the pub table on the deck, lighting the lanterns as the sun began to set and soft music played through the hidden speakers. Y/N watched Dean eat dinner as she moved the food around her plate. She watched him as they talked through dinner, either he wasn’t nervous or could chew through anything. She was hungry but only took a few bites here and there. The later it got, she began to get keyed up. She felt like she knew how the evening would end; however, her insecurities made her start to question everything. After dinner, they loaded the dishwasher and made coffee for both of them. It was very domestic, like all the pieces were snapping into place. Dean sat down his mug as the crisp sound of an acoustic guitar wafted through the sound system. “Give Me One Reason” by Tracy Chapman. The notes carried into the darkness as the deck was illuminated by the hanging lanterns.

Reaching out his hand he beckoned to Y/N, “dance with me.”

With a shy smile, she accepted his hand as he led her to the middle of the deck and took her in his arms. Her heart began to double-time in her chest as she looked into Dean’s eyes and saw the heat reflected back down on her. He pulled her close as they moved through the song and she could not help but to be struck by the lyrics.

Give me one reason to stay here And I'll turn right back around Give me one reason to stay here And I'll turn right back around Said I don't want leave you lonely You got to make me change my mind

Ducking his head to brush his lips to hers, the sizzle that has built between them all night, ignites. He wants this woman more than he has ever wanted anyone in his life. In a rush of uncontrollable desire, Dean cups Y/N’s face and pulls her to him, crashing his lips greedily to hers. The first touch of his mouth on hers and she threw her arms around him, pressing her body against his. The intense desire exploded between them; the compelling need to claim her, lick her, have her, drove him to the brink of insanity. He opened her lips with his, his tongue sliding into her mouth, bringing out a throaty moan that almost pushed him over the edge. He glided his hand down her back, cupping one of her round cheeks with his palm as he roughly pulled her against his erection; she gasped with pleasure as she began to grind herself onto him, her own arousal dictating her actions.

Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around him as he walked them into the house, down the hall into the bedroom, their mouths only moving apart to gasp for air before devouring each other once more. The dance of their tongues did nothing to quench her thirst for him since they had initially started, and she found herself rubbing against him in an attempt to ease her aching core. Setting her down on her feet in front of the bed, she looked up to see Dean’s eyes had changed to a dark smoldering green; the lust reflected back to her, making her tremble with yearning.

“I need you so much,” he rasped.

“God, me too,” she whimpered.

A smile spread across his face as he hooked his index finger along the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down her tan legs to her ankles. On his knees in front of her, he placed a soft kiss on her belly button, his tongue flicking her hoop piercing.

“So fucking hot,” he murmurs as her skin erupts in goosebumps, a shiver of excitement moving up her spine as she runs her hands through his soft brown hair.

Gently pushing her back on the bed, he pulled her to the edge, his mouth mere inches from her slick heat. Moving his face slightly, he brushed the inside of her thigh with his scruff, pulling a moan from her lips. She could feel his warm breath against her clit and began to squirm.

“Please Dean,” she begged. He lay his muscled forearm across her hips, pinning her to the bed.

“Shh,” he whispered as his eyes met hers, his intense look scorching her skin. “I want to look at you, I’ve done nothing but think about you like this for weeks, just want to enjoy the view for a moment.”

She let her head fall back on the mattress, laying her arm across her closed eyes, her body buzzing as it pleaded for relief. Every second that ticked by, the intensity coiled in her belly, convincing her that she will burst into flames any second. She jerked as she felt his flattened tongue lick upwards along her damp slit, teasing her. His lips stopped at her clit, humming in satisfaction.

“Jesus, Dean,” she moaned, grasping the sheets on either side of her, “I can’t do this, it’s too much,” she cried with frustration.

Chucking, he licked her again before swirling his tongue around her sweet spot. A sound ripped from her throat that was a mix between a whine and a curse. “That’s it, Y/N,” he growls against herm “let go, I want to feel you cum.”

“No, I want to feel you inside me.” Her arms stretched to reach him, but he leaned back, just out of reach.

“You will,” he promises “but I need this first.” His tongue delved into her wet sweetness as he buried two fingers inside her, coaxing her to climax. She felt the white-hot heat building inside her as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking one last time, hurdling her over the edge while crying out his name. Dean was relentless, lapping up everything Y/N had given him before he glanced up at her writhing form, his chin glistening in the dim light. It was a sight that made Y/N swallow hard, the man between her legs had given her an orgasm in less than a few minutes so her mind was reeling with else he had in store for her.

“I need you, Dean.” Those four words that bled from her lips sent Dean into a frenzy.

In haste, he removed his boots, socks, jeans, and boxers before he climbed up the mattress, pulling Y/N along with him. Situated in the middle of the bed, he settled between her legs, his hard length nudging at her. Resting his forearms on either side of her head, he brushed his lips over hers as she moved her hands to entwine her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. Her legs then wrapped around his waist, urging him to enter her but he held back, his body taut with the effort.

“Protection?” he asks softly. “IUD,” she answered breathlessly, desperate for him to fill her. “Oh god.””

“It’s Dean” he husked playfully, his voice deep and gruff.

Kissing down her neck; cupping her breast in his hand, he rolled her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a hiss of pleasure rushing from her lips as he took her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the bud before nipping it gently with his teeth. He moved to the other breast giving it equal treatment. Steadily he slowly made his way back up her body, peppering her skin with kisses as he reached her mouth, claiming her lips again in a searing kiss as he lined himself up. He slowly pushes his impressive shaft inside of her as her body stretches around his girth, tightly squeezing and slowly accommodating him.

“Y/N,” he breathes between clenched teeth, “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you feel so damn good.”

She murmured her approval as her hands wrapped around him, her fingers digging into his rippling back muscles with each thrust. She had fantasized about this so often, but the reality eclipses anything her imagination had come up with. His mouth moved down her exposed neck as her hands blindly explored his body. Their dual moans mingled in the bedroom as their sweat-slicked bodies met. She gripped his shoulders as they both barreled towards release.

“Babe, I’m so close,” he grits out, his rhythm stuttering. She plants her feet on the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Dean!” she cries as another orgasm rips through her body. She comes undone, her insides clench and twist around him as she digs her fingers into his back as he feels her flutter around him. Groaning her name, he buries himself deep inside her, allowing euphoria to wash over him as he coated the inside of her walls.

Breathless, he nearly collapsed on top of her but managed to hold himself up on shaky arms as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair with a smile. He leaned down to place a sweet kiss on her mouth before laying on his back next to her as they both tried to catch their breath. Turning his head, he saw her blissed-out face staring back at him with a sleepy smile playing on her lips. He gathered her still shaking body to him, wrapping his arms around her as she rested her head on his hard chest with a satisfied sigh. She snuggled into him as he reached down to pull the sheet over them both falling into an exhausted sleep. He was so glad he didn’t listen to his own thoughts and allowed himself to enjoy being with her. The woman that had turned his life upside down.

Chapter 8

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writerofshit · 4 years

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Jeremy/Alfredo for the ship meme, gotta get that rarepair content

send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

who reaches out to new neighbors

They're both pretty good about interacting with neighbors, but Alfredo is the one to notice that someone new moved in. Plus he can be a paranoid motherfucker, so he's gotta check them out and make sure they're not like... serial killers or something.

("Alfredo you're literally the sniper for the most notorious gang in the country, and I've taken more hit jobs than the average person has jobs."

"Ok but that's work, that's different."

who remembers to buy healthy food

They both make a conscious effort to eat healthy, try to eat at home, etc. It's mostly Jeremy though, because he's usually the one shopping for groceries.

who remembers to buy junk food

Alfredo, because a treat now and then is good for you, actually, it's motivation-

"You bought three boxes of Ring Dings!"

"Listen you asked me to come shopping, not my fault if some things jumped in the cart."

who fixes the oven when it breaks

They work together to accidentally break it even more before they call Michael to come help.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

Jeremy is the plants guy, because they tend to blend into the background for Alfredo.

Alfredo's got a whole system for the pet food though. It mostly involves keeping the dog from the cats because he'll eat all of their food if given the chance.

who wakes up earlier

They usually get up at the same time, and often because of Trevor's incessant phone calls.

who makes the bed

Alfredo. Once upon a time he didn't care, but Jeremy was the one to really introduce him to the wonderful feeling of climbing into a nicely made bed at the end of a long day. There's no going back now, even when Jeremy's not as worried about it anymore.

who makes the coffee

Alfredo starts it. Jeremy is oddly hopeless when it comes to a coffee machine. He's either got way too many scoops of coffee, or not enough. He does make the individual cups though.

who burns breakfast

Jeremy, although it doesn't happen often. He's a fairly good cook, even if his pancakes get a little over done sometimes.

Inserting this because I do what I want:

Their morning really boils down to routine, order of operations. They wake up to some crew notification, while Jeremy showers and gets dressed Alfredo makes the bed/starts the coffee/feeds the pets. They switch off, Alfredo goes to shower and get dressed while Jeremy makes breakfast, pours the coffee, tells Trevor they're totally on their way (they're not.)

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

By yelling each other's names at the top of their lungs like idiots. They've gotten more than one noise complaint.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

Also by yelling, but a little more subdued. It's no wonder they get new neighbors so often, actually.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

They both do pretty equally! Jeremy likes to bring home dumb souvenir type t-shirts as a 'i was thinking about you' type thing. Alfredo will bring back beanies to keep Jeremy's bald head warm.

who picks the movie for movie night

They trade off! They don't really have a set night, so it's usually born out of "hey we should watch this tonight!"

their favorite kind of movie to watch

Pretty much anything that's not horror or scary at all. There was one night they got about half an hour into the original It, and then Alfredo got too freaked out and they watched Disney movies the rest of the night.

who first suggests a pillow fort

Alfredo, because "man I just want to be a kid again, forget about clowns and all that shit"

"Oh, like the kids in The Losers Club?"

"Jeremy why"

who builds the pillow fort

Jeremy, as both an apology and because Alfredo refuses to turn his back on any dark shadows in the apartment.

"Fredo it's not even real, the closest we're gonna get to a murderous clown is Fiona in the Po costume."

"But what if we're wrong? I'm not taking chances dude."

who tries to distract the other during the move

Alfredo, out of payback for making him watch even part of a scary movie. He makes numerous attempts to scare Jeremy, grabbing his shoulder or yelling suddenly. It backfires, because he somehow ends up scaring himself more.

Jeremy still throws popcorn at him to make him feel a little better about it.

who falls asleep first

Jeremy, because by the time Fredo gives up on the jumpscare thing, he's fuckin exhausted. Turns out building a fort takes a lot of him. Plus like... He's had a few beers, he's nice and warm, and Alfredo is tucked into his side like he still needs protection from Hades on screen. He could not be more content and relaxed.

who is big spoon/little spoon

Other than nights like these, when Alfredo is still picturing Tim Curry's face, they kind of alternate. One of them will roll over in bed, reaching out for the other. Just this little moment of 'hey we're here together, I love you, I want you close to me.'

#rarepair indeed!#this was honestly a lot of fun to do!#i often get sorta... stuck in certain pairings?#its refreshing to do something a little different #there are some i wont do out of... idk principle isnt the right word but just... pairings i dont ship romantically At All #this is not one im just rambling im sorry!#fredo and jeremy are actually adorable!#thank you for the req anon!#i hope you enjoy!#ragehappy #fahc #jeremy/alfredo #whats their ship name?#alfremy ?#jerefredo ?#idk man!#ks talks #anon #ask meme

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ohhkkaebsonggg · 6 years

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Title: Secret Santa

Pairing: Chanyeol X Reader

Rating: NC-17

Genre: smut, small fluff

Summary: Your friend, Mari, was throwing a Christmas party, inviting all of EXO, considering you were all friends. What pretty much anyone knew was that you had a crush on a certain someone. Well, everyone except the certain someone. At this party, there’s some games and other fun stuff, but the most fun part was the secret Santa gifts. Your ‘secret Santa’ had to give you his gift.. in secret.

Prompts: “Your leggings are way too tight.” | “You really wanna do this? At a Christmas party?”

Smut Game Post: here {CLOSED}

Warning: oral (female receiving), public (? I think; there’s other people in the house)

Word Count: 2.3K

It was that time of year. The coats were coming on, people always tucked under blankets, went outside less, and more importantly, bought gifts for each other. You were out on a walk, before you had to get ready for a Christmas party that Mari was throwing. The ground shined, like the smile of one particular person. You scoffed to yourself, your lips curving on your face to show the dimple on your left cheek. You decided to borrow some clothes from Mari, so you just walked to her house, leaving the reflection of your face on the grass.

As you walked, the chill of the winter air blew by your face. You buried your cheeks in the scarf around your neck, digging your hands deeper into your coat pockets. Through the thin material of the scarf that looked like the deep blue of the ocean, your breath came out in a fog. You looked around, everything covered in the thin layer of ice over the snow. The sunlight reflecting across the ground, almost blinding. You kept your eyes on the ground, trying to avoid the sunlight in your eyes. You quickened your pace and were minutes away from Mari’s house.

Rushing up her driveway, you shook your hands, trying to warm them, before knocking on her door.

“YN!” she exclaims after she swings open the door. “Come inside,” she grabbed your upper arm, “you must be freezing.”

“Yah! I just took a walk. I figured I’d get here early and help anyway I could,” you shrugged off your jacket and hug it up on the coat rack next to the door. “And I was hoping you’d let me borrow some clothes? These are kinda damp from the snow.”

“Of course y/n,” she headed towards the kitchen. “When you’re done changing, you can come help me in the kitchen.”

“Alright!” you called after yourself already heading to her room. You opened the door and went straight to her closet. ‘Hmmm, what should I wear,’ you thought running your hand across the hung up cloth. You felt the material of some black pants, and they felt really soft, so you pulled those out. Then you looked through the shirts finding a long sleeved crop-top, colored a light purple with a hood. Throwing that with the pants you started to strip.

Mari happened to have a body mirror attached to the wall so after you had stripped to your under, you checked yourself out. ‘Damnnnnnnnn, this set matches so well with my skin tone’. You ran your hand up your thigh and rested it on your hip. ‘I have to take a picture of this’. You got your phone from your pocket of your pants that you previously had on and snapped a picture. Of course you wanted to send it to your best friend, so you saved it and clicked ‘her’ contact, clicking send. What you didn’t realize, is that you clicked ‘Chanyeol’ instead of ‘Christine’. You turned your phone off and tossed it onto the bed.

You started to pull on the pants, that you soon realized were leggings. They shaped your legs perfectly. Then you pulled on the sweater crop-top and picked up your phone seeing a snap from… Chanyeol.

“Fuuucckkkkk. Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you carefully slid the notification across the screen, unlocking the phone. You clicked the picture he sent you and it happened to be of him in a mirror selfie too, however, he was shirtless wearing some blue jeans. The captain was ‘sending pictures are we? Can’t wait to see you tonight’. Goddammit. Your crush just sent you a shirtless picture flirting with you. He had his moments that he flirted with you, but you couldn’t tell if he was ACTUALLY flirting or just being a friendly flirt, as if it were like joking. You were starting to debate if you should respond apologizing that it was meant for someone else, or play it off as if it was meant for him.

You decided on a little bit of both. You stood in front of the mirror, turned to the side a little, showing off how nice your ass looked in the legging you were borrowing. You rested your hand over your ass so it was slightly covering it, being a little tease. Then you held up the phone to cover your face, which led to the sweater crop-top rising up a little to show the outline of your waist. You decided to caption it ‘sorry, love. wasn’t meant for you, but I’m glad you liked it ;)’.

You weren’t even given the opportunity to turn off your phone before he opened it. So, keeping the app and phone open, you waited for his reply. Within seconds, he had sent a picture back. It was him pouting with the caption of ‘oh well, I liked the view, and I’ll be sure to see it later’.

You had no idea what he meant by that, but you let it be. You stuffed your cellphone in the convenient pocket in the leggings, and headed downstairs.

You heard a whistle when you reached the bottom of the steps. “Damn y/n, you look good,” Baekhyun said. He must’ve gotten here early like you because he and Mari had a thing for each other, “However, your leggings are way too tight. Chanyeol is going to go crazy over them.” He paused, “did I say that out loud?”

“Well, he’s already accidentally seen them,” you smirked looking down, thinking back on what happened just a few minutes ago. You sat next to Baekhyun while Mari was in the kitchen finishing up everything, so she ended up not needing your help.

Baekhyun choked on the drink he was trying to swallow, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Long story short, I snapchatted him when I was meaning to snapchat someone else,” you explained without looking at him. “And he ended up seeing my outfit. It’s no big deal,” you shrugged, but Baekhyun wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at his phone. His jaw was slack as it was hanging low, his lips forming an ‘o’ shape, his eyes wide.

“Baekhyun, what’s that face for?” you leaned over to see his face more clearly. He didn’t respond, but he hid his phone from you. Before he could shield the screen form your view, you saw that he had his messaging app open, and he was talking to Chanyeol. “What’s Chan saying?” you asked with hint of desperation in your voice.

He mumbled under his breath, “don’t worry about it.” He thought to himself, ‘she’ll find out later.’

It was now around 19:00 and everyone was at the party. Music was playing in the background as there was people talking and some people on their phones. Kai came up to you and sat next to you. You were probably closest to him and Baekhyun, since they both knew about your little crush.

“So, who do you think is your secret Santa?” Kai looked at you with a red solo cup in his hands. He handed you one with Sprite in it - something non alcohol.

You nodded your head, a thanks for the drink, “Honestly I have no idea, who do you think yours is?” You knew his secret Santa - you. He was a good friend after all so you just got him some dancing sweats.

“I think it could be Chen,” he pointed across the room to where Chen was talking with Sehun. You nodded your head, listening to him talk about practices and recordings while your mind wandered off to who could be your secret Santa.

Desert was done, and everyone was sitting around the fire, exchanging gifts. Kai seemed to enjoy his secret gift, and you had yet to opened yours. It was thin and looked like a wrapped note. Everyone was in the process of opening their gifts, and while everyone was distracted, you quietly opened yours.

It was a note: ‘come find me upstairs, your present is here with me.’ It didn’t have a name at the end, so you guess you were going to find out who your secret Santa was. You looked around the room trying to figure out who wasn’t with everyone. Baekhyun, and Mari weren’t with everyone else.

As you were looking the other way, Chanyeol got up and headed upstairs. He noticed that you had opened the note and it was time for his operation ‘get y/n’.

You hadn’t noticed that he had slipped out so you were still left guessing ‘who is my secret Santa?’ Everyone was distracted in conversations across the room, so you took this as your opportunity to slip upstairs.

At the top of the stairs, you slowly walked forward, looking around. You dragged your feet along the soft carpet, passing the bathroom. After you had completely passed the bathroom door, it opened, and a strong, rough hand reached out, grabbing your sleeve and pulling you into the bathroom.

“What the -” the same hands that pulled you in covered your mouth for a brief second. You looked around frantically, finding his eyes. The chocolate brown eyes that you adored so much. He removed his hands from your mouth once he knew that you wouldn’t yell. “Chanyeol? What are you doing?” you harshly whispered to him.

“Merry Christmas y/n, from your secret Santa,” he smiled. He brushed a hair strand that had fallen in front of your face.

“So, secret Santa, what’s my gift?” you took a small step towards him, so he was looking down on you and you were craning your neck up at him.

“Well, I was thinking something along the lines of this -” he put his right hand on the back of your neck and his left hand on the side of your waist, right above your hips. He leaned down into your smaller frame so your faces were inches apart, “if I moved a little closer, would that be an okay Christmas gift from your secret Santa?”

You nodded your head and quickly placed your hands on his shoulders as he leaned down to bring closure to your lips. The kiss was soft, yet needy. It’s like the both of you were waiting for a moment like this forever.

He picks you up by your waist, lifting you onto the counter. You opened your legs so he could fit himself in between them and be closer to you. His hands found themselves resting in the crevice between your thighs and hips, rubbing circles with his thumb.

His soft lips moved from your lips to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands moved from your hips to your heat.

“You really wanna do this? At a Christmas party?” you push him away from you a little bit, looking in his eyes.

“It’s not about me tonight, it’s about you. Let me treat you princess,” he pulled at the waistline of your leggings. You lifted your body off the bathroom counter slightly, giving him the opportunity to slid the tight clothing off your legs. “These look so much better in person, princess. Much better than the picture,” you sighed as he rubbed up and down your slit, using the panties to give you some friction.

“Now, you have to be quiet. Our friends are downstairs, so control yourself,” he bent down, resting his knees on the ground and pulled your body, so you were on the edge of the counter. He pecked your aching clit and blew cold air onto you, causing you to let out small whimpers.

“Can you please do something Chanyeol?” you begged arching your back slightly. He smirked and hooked his fingers under the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs with a swift motion.

“Why, of course babygirl,” he whispered, the name driving you more crazy than before, and he attaching his lips to your clit, sucking only a little. “It’s all about you tonight,” he mumbled against your entrance, the vibrations only telling you of what was to come.

He held onto your thighs to keep them open, pushing his tongue into your entrance, causing you to moan, but quickly cover your mouth, remembering where you were. He slowly repeated his actions, driving you insane. Just to tease you more, he reached his hand under your thigh and reached around to play with your sensitive nerves. You whimpered, biting your lip and tensing your thighs. You put one hand on the counter behind you, entangling your other hand in his hair. He slowly sped up, so slow you hadn’t even noticed that he was going faster than when he started. Your breaths came out in pants, as he rubbed your clit slowly while his tongue was replaced with his fingers at a mild pace.

“Fuck Chan-” you started to say, but his fingers curled against that one sweet spot, causing you to lurch forward. “Shit- I’m so close,” he heard your plea and just went faster, looking up at you with eyes so innocent, what he was doing to you was a complete paradox. Quickly, you covered your mouth as you came around his fingers. He helped you through your orgasm and redressed you with care.

“Thank you.. Secret Santa,” you hugged him tight, having to be on your tip-toes to reach his neck.

“Now, I have one question for you. From your Santa,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You vigorously nodded your head, hugging him tighter.

“Now, let’s go back downstairs and see what excuse we have,” he laughed, holding your hand and pulling you down to see the others again.

And done! It took a while, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve had terrible writers block and outside stuff happen so it’s been a while since anyone’s seen work from me but here it is! Thank you for your patience.

~Admin Moon

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royalnightoutphff · 7 years

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Chapter Twenty-Two

A/N: This is veryyy fluffy but I'm feeling it :) As always, let me know what you think and don't be afraid to send any feedback!

Lexy had told a lot of people good-bye in her life. Her mom, for starters. And the kids when she left for school, over and over again. Saying good-bye to Nicole, and to Ana, and to Carrie when she left for Oxford had been awful, just like saying bye to Michael and Amelia and Liz. But nothing could have prepared her for saying good-bye to Harry at 5am as he dropped her off at the airport.

“Don’t cry, babe,” he told her, watching as she tearfully watched a plane land. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“I’d actually like to see that,” she said turning to face him finally. “I’ve never seen you cry.”

She smiled, despite the tears running down her face. Harry wiped them away.

“Google it.”

Lexy laughed and unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching across the console to hug him. It was fine, until Harry apparently decided he wanted her closer and Lexy ended up climbing across the console. Harry helped situate her until finally she was seated on his lap, her back against the steering wheel.

“Well, this is cozy,” she said. Harry grinned and kissed her, holding the back of her head with a whole lot of strength before running his hand over and over her hair. When they broke away, he smiled.

“This is certainly different from when I said bye to you at Heathrow. You were trying to run away.”

“I was sad!” She defended. She would’ve crossed her arms if she had the room. “I’m still sad. But it’s different now.”

“God,” Harry swallowed. “I’m going to miss you so fucking much.”

“Stop. I’m going to cry again.”

Harry shook his head. “I’ll speak with someone as soon as I get home about your internship. We’ll figure it out.”

Lexy nodded, leaning her head on his chest. She’d never taken into account how cramped the front seat of cars were but it meant the close proximity to Harry, so she was fine with it.

“Life is so stupid,” she muttered. “I don’t understand why we have to be in different places.”

“Well, long-term, you graduate in about a year.”

“I should’ve spent the entire year abroad in England. I don’t know why I didn’t.”

“Think about the summer. That’s three months.”

“Won’t you have to go somewhere?”

Harry shrugged. “Only Canada, for Invictus. That should be it. I already did an overseas tour late last year, so I should be fine.”

“And you’re sure I should stay at your place the entire time? That’s a long time. What if you get tired of me?”

Harry silenced her with a look. “Honestly, if you stayed at a hotel, it’d probably be a waste of money.”

“We’ve only been dating for almost two months.”

“We’ve basically been dating since December. You only decided to catch on in February.”

“You didn’t ask me in December!”

“And when I did ask, it took you almost an entire month to decide. So yeah, we’ve basically been dating since December. You think I would have my brother open his house for just anyone?”

Lexy shook her head. “You’re too much.”

“You’re going to miss it.”

Lexy nodded solemnly. She really would. “I only have two classes tomorrow. I could skip them. And work. I could skip that too.”

“But you won’t.” He lifted a hand to rub her cheek. And Lexy nodded, knowing he was right. “Besides, I’ve got work tomorrow too. And I’m going to be tired as fuck.”

“What time will you get in?”

“Two in the morning, my time.”

“So that’s nine pm here,” she nodded. “You’ll call me? When you get there? So I know that your plane didn’t crash?”

“You’d probably hear about it on the news if it did,” Harry teased. “Imagine a plane crashing with me in it.”

“I’d get a CNN alert. And BBC.”

“You get BBC news alerts?”

“I like to remain unbiased. So yeah, I do.”

“That’s adorable. But yeah, I’ll call you. I’ll probably be up all night, anyway. I’ll be stuck on your time and you don’t like to go to sleep early, apparently.”

“I used to. At Oxford, and at your house, I did. It’s only here that I don’t. I think Oxford was a lot easier than Princeton. I’m up all night here. Everyone is. Nicole’s worse than me. She’s the only reason I can sleep with the light on.”

“Yet another reason you should’ve stayed for the whole year,” he thumbed her lip. “You wouldn’t have been as stressed.”

“You haven’t seen me stressed. Not till finals week gets here.”

“I’ll have to remember that. I’ll send you some chocolates.”

Lexy smiled and kissed him again, knowing that there were only so many left within the last few minutes they had together. She loved feeling Harry’s body heat against hers, the way his beard was rough on her skin, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. It was so soft.

“You should probably get going. I’m not going to buy you a ticket if you miss your flight,” Harry told her. “Even if it was my fault.”

“Hey!” Lexy exclaimed, laughing as she attempted to climb back over into her seat before realizing it wasn’t going to happen. She climbed over Harry instead, opening his door and standing on the pavement. Harry copied her and before long, he was helping her get her luggage out of the back.

She set her backpack on the ground and watched as he closed the trunk, Mitch and Max in their car a little way away from them. She threw up a hand to wave at them and they both waved back. Harry was leaving that car at the airport rental service and would be riding back with the POs. At least he wouldn’t be alone, she decided. She would be making the entire journey back just by herself.

Lexy reached for him again, wrapping her arms around his torso. Harry’s head was on top of hers and he cradled her to him, rubbing his hand down her upper back. She breathed in his scent one last time as Harry tilted her face up to his, and they kissed for the last time for months.

When they broke apart, he held her face close to his, looking into her eyes. “Now listen,” he said, his breath smelling of the peppermint it tasted like from his toothpaste. “If your plane crashes I probably won’t get a notification, so don’t let it crash, alright? You do whatever you have to for that not to happen.”

Lexy giggled. “Okay. I’ll do my best.”

“Not your best, I want your word.”

“You have my word.”

Harry smiled. “Good. I’ll see you in May?”

Lexy nodded. “I’ll text you when I land in Newark. Hopefully you won’t be in the air yet.”

“Either way go for it, I’ll probably buy Wi-Fi. I get quite bored without it.”

Lexy rolled her eyes and took a step away from him. “Of course you do.”

“Hey, we can’t all be entertained by books.”

“Actually…”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, kissing her once more. “Be safe, Lex. We’ll facetime soon?”

She nodded, “As soon as we’re both on land again. If I’m not asleep.”

Harry shook his head, giving her a disappointed look. “See you soon.”

“Bye,” she told him, grabbing the handle of her suitcase and wheeling away from him, not even the least bit worried that she was under two hours before her flight took off, something that ordinarily would have had her rather worried. She only looked back once and when she did, Harry lifted a hand to wave at her.

And then, once she was inside, printing her ticket out and checking in, she knew that Harry was gone, but it didn’t bother her as much as it should have, because she knew this time, that it wasn’t the end.

Lexy was grumpy when her plane touched down in Newark. Neither her nor Harry had managed to get much sleep the night before. Lexy had been more surprised with Harry’s lack of sleep than hers, as he seemed to possess an ability to fall asleep anywhere in a short period of time. But he’d stayed up all night holding her, talking about irrelevant things, like the finale of Friends and whether Rachel was wrong for getting off the plane for Ross.

Lexy had said she was, that no one should be responsible for interrupting their own career plan. She thought that they could still be together even if Rachel was in Paris. Harry disagreed. He thought it was the ultimate gesture.

On the plane right beside her, there had been a couple. And everywhere she looked people were holding hands or talking intimately. Lexy had been away from Harry for approximately three hours and twenty-two minutes, but she missed him as if she hadn’t seen him in months.

Some man behind her handed her her carry-on from the overhead bin and Lexy smiled in thanks. Finally, she exited the plane and was able to purchase her train ticket back to campus. When she finally had a moment, she pulled out her phone to text Harry. Twenty seconds later he was calling her.

“I’m so bored,” Harry said in greeting.

“Shouldn’t you be taking off soon?”

“My flight got delayed. So I’m sitting alone and I only just realized how tired I am. This is your fault.”

“Oh not even,” Lexy rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see her. “Where are Mitch and Max?”

“Here. Max is playing Candy Crush and Mitch is doing something. I can’t quite tell what it is. Oh, he says hi.”

Lexy giggled. “Tell him I say hi too. Are there a lot of people there?”

“Eh, normal amount, I’d say. I only just got here an hour ago but I was able to skip most of security. I was trying to keep a low profile but sometimes it doesn’t work, y’know, the ginger hair and all.”

“People recognized you?” His words about someone finding him in the airport floated back up, Lexy knowing that people would read into why Harry was in Charlotte after Princeton.

“A few. I spoke to them. They were all Americans except for this one British couple.” He laughed. “The woman camped out for William’s wedding.”

Lexy smiled to herself and stepped onto the open airtrain that would take her to the train terminal. There were a few other people in her car, one couple who was speaking in what sounding like Arabic and two others who had earbuds in. Lexy didn’t mind them and continued her conversation.

“I told you Sara and I stayed up all night, didn’t I?”

“Let me end this relationship right now,” Harry joked. “No, but I think that’s cute. I think. Honestly, at the moment, I think everything you do is cute, so I guess I’m probably not speaking the truth and it’s actually quite weird.”

Lexy smiled at his words, feeling just the same as him but opting out of saying it. “You say really nice things when you’re tired.”

“Hey,” he argued. “I say nice things all the time.”

“Whatever,” she muttered into the phone, still smiling. The railroad was approaching and she figured she should wrap the conversation up. “I should probably go, I’m almost to the train.”

“But I still have an hour until boarding starts!”

“What in the world do you do when no one is around you? If you’re this bored.”

“I have stuff to do. But not in fucking airports, where it’s hot and stuffy and there’s so many people around in bad moods.”

Lexy herself was more of a fan of airports, preferring them to the planes. In the airports it seemed like everyone had somewhere to go, making her feel that she too, had somewhere to go and was important. She told Harry as much and he made a disgusted sound.

“That’s bullshit. Literally everyone in the entire world hates airports. You’re lying to me.”

“I am not.”

“Are too.”

Lexy rolled her eyes at his childishness and stepped onto the train platform. “Anyway, I’m at the train now, so I should probably go.”

“Is the train already there?”

“No.”

“Then you can continue talking until it does.”

“You’re being so bossy today,” she replied, wheeling her suitcase so she could lean against the wall. “I don’t know who you think you are.”

He laughed, a deep throaty one. “I know perfectly well who I am, Lex. I bet you wish you did too.”

“Now you’re just not making any sense. I think you should take a nap. Have Mitch or Max watch over your stuff.”

“Then I’ll just have to wake up in an hour. I’ll wait till I get to the plane, then I can have uninterrupted sleep.”

“You’re so needy,” she told him, watching as the train started to approach the platform. “The train’s here. I’ll text you?”

“Sure, sure,” he mumbled. “Bye, Sexy Lexy.”

Lexy rolled her eyes at his antics, wondering how people managed to deal with him if he always acted like that. She stepped onto the train, finding herself a window seat and beginning to play Ed Sheeran again. She didn’t know if it was because they were both ginger, or because they were both British, or because of the music itself, but whatever way, Lexy loved listening to Ed while she was leaving Harry. It gave her hope that she’d be going right back to him someday.

“Sexy Lexy!” Nicole called as soon as Lexy opened the door to their room. “How are you babycakes? How was home? Did you and Harry have sex yet?”

Lexy glared at her as she threw her suitcase on the ground. “Literally if you ask me about that one more time, I’m switching roommates.”

“I just want to know what a royal dick is like,” she muttered.

“Nicole!” Lexy exclaimed. “I’m sure it’s no different than any…other,” she finally muttered, clearly uncomfortable.

“That’s what you think. I bet Harry’s real good in bed. He seems powerful. And have you seen those biceps?”

Lexy grumbled something unintelligible and took off her shoes, putting her hair back into a knot on top of her head. She was cold and she was tired, and she wished that Harry was there beside her. Her texts hadn’t been delivering to him so she assumed he’d fallen asleep before deciding to buy Wi-Fi.

“How was home?” Nicole asked as she watched Lexy begin to unpack her things, paying special attention to what was clean and what wasn’t.

“It was fine. My dad got really drunk. Sara’s apparently having an affair that Chance doesn’t know about. Levi looks like a little person now.”

Nicole laughed. “Your family has more issues than anyone I’ve ever met. You might as well have a tv show.” She opened her economics book in front of her. “How did Harry deal with all of it?”

“Perfectly. Like he does with everything. I got really mad one day and we just drove for hours. Honestly, it really does seem like he’s perfect as hell, and I don’t know why I deserve that.”

“Because you’re perfect as hell. I’ve never met anyone who works harder than you at one you do. And to be honest, I’ve never met anyone who has had a life as rough as you. It’s about time you get something good out of it.”

Lexy frowned to herself but kept unpacking. Then, by some chance of fate or whatever what going on in her life, she pulled out Harry’s t-shirt, that despite all of Lexy’s efforts to organize the luggage perfectly, had somehow found its way into her luggage.

She threw on the ground and Nicole looked up again. “I hate this. Why does everyone get to date someone who lives near them but me?”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Nicole said, rolling her eyes. “You’ll see him again soon.”

“Your boyfriend goes here.”

“Josh and I broke up.”

Lexy’s mouth fell open. How could she have been so selfish to not talk to her roommate to find that out? “When?”

“Last week. We’re just in different places now.”

“I’m sorry Nicole, I should’ve asked you.”

Nicole shook her head. “You had your own problems to worry about.”

“I’ll make it up to you? We’ll go on a date soon. Just us.”

Nicole laughed. “Let’s get dressed up. Take a few shots. The usual.”

Lexy nodded. “How is econ going?”

“Awful,” the girl responded. “I don’t know why I decided to major in this shit.”

“Yeah I feel you, I might have to take a lab next year and I don’t know how that’s going to work.”

“Sexy Lexy can do anything.” Nicole smirked, placing the bottom of her pen back in her mouth and going back to reading over her book. Lexy turned to look at her and then decided to say nothing, focusing on the folding of her clothes.

Lexy felt a lot of love for her roommate in that moment and for just how lucky she had been to have her in her life. Then she thought about Ana, who she hadn’t spoken to since making it back on campus, and decided she should definitely make plans for later.

And then Lexy thought about Carrie, and whether or not she was worth forgiving. Or whether or not she even should forgive her. She decided she was too mad in the moment and stood up abruptly.

She slid on her jacket and Nicole asked where she was going.

“I’m going to go see Ana. I haven’t seen her in a while.”

Nicole nodded and Lexy left, turning her earphones up as loud as they would go, Mike Posner’s voice singing her into her mood.

“Hey baby bitch,” Ana told her minutes later when she arrived at her room. Ana’s roommate was abroad in Cuba for the semester, leaving Ana to have the entire room to herself. Lexy ran her eyes over the girl’s outfit, taking into account the pair of shorts she was wearing despite the chilly temperature outside. “How was Tennessee? How are the babies?”

Ana was the only person on campus who knew Lexy’s family situation in its entirety. She had visited the summer after their freshman year came to an end.

“Good, they’re good,” Lexy answered, shedding her jacket and sitting on top of her bed. “They really liked Harry.”

“I have yet to meet this fine fellow Harry. We should arrange that.”

Lexy laughed. “He’s in a different time zone.”

“My mom is in a different time zone. Doesn’t stop her from calling me from time to time.”

Lexy rolled her eyes and decided to change the subject, talking about Ana’s essay she was writing, and the occurrences of her life, before they ended right back full circle to Harry. Ana requested that Lexy facetime him. Or at least, attempt to.

“It’s too late for him. He might not even answer.”

“A man should always answer when his girlfriend calls in the middle of the night. It could be a booty call.”

Lexy pushed Ana who fell backwards laughing. Before she could stop her though, Ana had grabbed her phone off of the desk and unlocked it swiftly, knowing her passcode easily through years of friendship. And as Lexy got up to take it from her, the sounds of a ringing facetime echoed throughout the room. Lexy hung her head in her hands when Harry picked up.

“Hello?” Lexy didn’t have to see his expression to tell that he was squinting at the camera, probably in a great deal of confusion as Ana was holding it extremely close to her face.

“Hi Harry, I’m Ana. We didn’t get the opportunity to meet while you were here but I wanted you to know that Lexy’s my bitch.”

Lexy wanted nothing more than to slap Ana. She couldn’t help the feeling of relief when she heard Harry’s laughter through the phone. She sat up a little straighter and Ana moved the phone so that he could see both of them.

Harry smiled softly at her. “Good evening, love. You look wonderful.”

Ana squealed at it and Lexy had to stop herself from making a face, as she was wearing no makeup, her hair was piled atop her head, and she was wearing a t-shirt. She took in Harry’s countenance instead, observing the way that his eyes were slightly sunken in and there were obvious bags.

“Well, you look awful.”

Harry threw back his head in laughter at the same time as Ana hit Lexy on the knee. “Idiota!” She scolded.

Lexy smiled and ignored her. “Did you get home just now?”

“Yeah. It was too quiet and a bit lonely. Maybe I should get a dog.”

“William’s not there?”

“They’re in Norfolk right now. They should be back soon.”

Lexy frowned. “Oh, well, you shouldn’t get a dog.”

Harry squinted at her. “Why?”

Ana ran a hand through her hair, deciding once and for all it was her turn to have a place in the conversation. “Lexy doesn’t like dogs. I do, though.”

“You don’t like dogs?!”

“They’re just a bit annoying. But I’m not stopping you from doing anything.” She crossed her arms. “If you really want a dog, get one.”

Harry shook his head. “Such a pity. I’m not at home much so that’s the real reason I don’t have one. Maybe someday.”

Ana smiled and Lexy had to smile too, just because her best friend was grinning at her so much. Lexy was glad her friends were seeming to like Harry just as much as she had, though it wasn’t too much of a surprise as Harry just had that personality.

“We should probably let you go,” Lexy told him after a few more minutes of conversation. “I don’t want to be responsible for you being tired at work tomorrow.”

Harry waved his hand in the air in response. “It’s already going to happen. You’re probably right. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

Lexy smiled at him again. “Good night, Haz.”

“Good night, Lex. It was nice meeting you, Ana.”

When Harry was gone for the night and as soon as the call ended, Ana just simply looked at Lexy, smiling. She didn’t need to say anything at all because her smile said everything.

If Lexy could just get a handle on all of her assignments and her essays, she’d be golden.

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