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sugume · 4 months

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THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) f!Reader, Breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum inflation, hair pulling, sex toys, overstimulation, stepdad!Toji, daddy kink, overstimulation

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru & Choso Kamo

authors note: repost bc tumblr took it down for no reason...

☾ GOJO SATORU

“Fuck Love, you’re sucking me so good.” Satoru groans, struggling to not crash the car. During dinner, you two kept passing each other such heated looks that even your friends commented on the tension. Earlier today, you got a notification from your health app that you were ovulating. Satoru jumped on you as soon you told him, he wanted to stay in all day and fuck, but your guys’ friends blew up his phone reminding him of the promises you both made to them. After dinner you couldn't keep your hands off each other, you were desperate for his cum and Satoru was desperate to breed you. “Don’t cum ‘Toru.” You warn before sticking his cock back in your mouth. “Can’t help it Love, mouth too fuckin’ good,” he says, sighing in relief when he pulls onto your street, clicking the button in his car that opens the garage. He barely has the chance to take the keys out of the ignition before you pull him out of the car. “Don’t have time to make it up to the bed, just fuck me right here.” You demand, leaning over the car and presenting Satoru with your ass. Satoru pulls your dress up and shoves his cock into your pussy. He reaches over your hip to stimulate your clit. “‘Toru, just cum in me, I don't care ‘bout gettin’ off.” You move your ass in perfect sync with his hips. “You sure Love–” “Breed me ‘Toru!” You moan, feeling his cum fill you up. You drop your head to the still-warm hood of the car, finally able to catch your breath now that his load was deep in your cunt. “C’mon Love, let's finish this in the bedroom.”

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO

You peak over the corner of the hallway, winking at Toji who was busy talking to your mother. ‘Come fuck me.’ Your mouth once you catch his attention before running back up the stairs, careful not to make any noises. You told your mom that you weren't feeling well, that during the drive back from college you must’ve caught something. In all honestly, you just wanted a chance to freely fuck your stepdad without your mother coming in and out of your room. Specifically, you wanted to be bred by him, and the best way to keep his cum in you was to use several pillows and put them under your ass so his cum didn’t spill out, hence why you didn't want your mom to barge into your room. Thank God she's a germaphobe. You strip out the Pj set you threw on and lay yourself face down, ass up. Your stepdad’s favorite position. As expected, you hear your stepdad softly shut the door a few minutes later. “Desperate now, are we?” He grips your hips. “Always desperate for you Daddy.” you mumble into the bed. “Huh,” he slaps your ass before pulling you up by the hair. “Didn’t hear you slut.” “Said ‘m always desperate for you Daddy, even prepared myself with the dildo you bought me.” You whimper. “Such a good girl,” He pulls his hard cock out of his slacks, gives it a few tugs before stuffing your cunt to the brim. “Now take this dick slut.” He pushes your head down into your lilac duvet. You try and fail to be silent when his dick hits that special spot every time he goes deep enough. “You okay in there, y/n?” You hear your mother's muffled voice through the door. You clench down on your daddy's dick in surprise, causing him to fuck you faster. “Y/n?” “Y-yes mom, I'm fine, just go away p-please.” You gasp out, throwing your head back into the bed in ecstasy when you hear her mumble and walk away. “Daddy, 'm cumming! Cum with me!” You whisper-yell. “Gonna fill this pussy, get you so full of my seed you can never leave this house again.” He grunts, slamming into you at a bruising pace. “Yes, please Daddy, fill me up!” You orgasm and Toji follows suit, filling you with so much cum it spills out.

☾ GETO SUGURU

“I'm so full Sugu.” You mumble, dazed. You fight the urge to close your eyes and fall back into Suguru’s big, warm chest. “Wake up sweet girl. ‘M not done yet.” He mumbles into your sweaty neck. “B-but Sugu–” “Shush Lovebug, one more time.” Suguru looks over your shoulder to see where you two are connected. He plugged you up good, but after so many loads a trickle of his cum slowly travels down his almost empty balls. “O-one more.” You grab his chin and kiss him sweetly. He rubs your noses together before grabbing your hips and moving you down the shaft of his cock. He pays close attention to not pull you over the tip of his cock. You hold onto your stomach, feeling it protrude slightly more than normal, Sugu’s cock and cum inflating you. You feel like a cum filled, flesh light as Sugu moves you to his liking. It’s hard to believe he has more cum in him. “Fuck Lovebug, you feel so warm and tight.” He mummers, giving you a few more neck kisses. You lean closer into him. Right now, you want to live in his skin. “Love you Sugu, can’t wait ta have your baby.” “I Love you too, can’t wait to see you carryin’ my child.” He grips your hips tighter at the thought. “‘bout to fuck another load into you sweet girl, you wan’ it?” “Yes please, more than anything.” You rest your head back into his shoulder. He shrugs at your head until your mouth is close enough to kiss. He slams your hips down and cums as you two make out and whisper sweet nothings.

☾ CHOSO KAMO

“Again, Baby.” Choso holds the vibrator to your clit. You arch your back and forget the fact that you have nipple clamps on. You scream when the clamps move. Your entire body is sensitive, Choso came up with the idea to simulate you to the max when you said you wanted to have his baby, that you wanted him to breed to and fill you to the brim with his cum. You readily agreed to his idea because you knew that the more orgasms you had the better chance you had to get pregnant, something about the virginal walls relaxing when women orgasm. Now though, you’re regretting it. Choso’s been holding the vibrator on your clit for the last hour and every time you think you’ve gone numb to the sensation; he finds a way to make you cum harder than the last. “N-no Choso, ‘m done down, I've cum as I can, wan’ you to fuckmenow!” You slur your words, the pleasure making you lightheaded. “One more Babygirl.” He soothes you, rubbing your stomach and imagining what you’d look like full of his cum. Beautiful, you’d look beautiful. “At least fuck me while you give me another orgasm!” You argue, staring at him with glossed-over puppy eyes. Choso gives in and situates himself between your legs, still holding the vibrator over your clit. You sigh happily when he sets the vibrator down and thrust his cock in you. You thought you were completely numb down there but the feeling of Choso thrusting into your hole that’s been contracting nothing felt godly. Adding that with the vibrator that he put back on your clit, you come immediately. “Choso!” You scream clenching around him so tight he can’t help cumming. “Fuck! ‘M filling you up so good baby!”

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Sick Day - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie notices that she’s not at school and goes looking for her.

Word Count: 1806

A/n: This came about within about the space of an hour and yet again it is completely self indulgent as apparently I’m now craving hugs from Eddie when I’m sick.

To say Eddie was surprised when she didn’t show up to school that day was an understatement. She had never missed a day of school since they had become friends way back in middle school when he’d first moved in with his uncle, he still remembers that first day he’d shown up in second hand clothes and his hair was buzz cut, some of the kids had tried to make friends but when his lack of interest in playing soccer or whatever else it was they had wanted him to do was known they had given up pretty quickly.

She hadn’t, she’d waltzed up to him with a warm smile on her face and asked him about the book that was clenched tightly in hands as if it was some comfort blanket. She’d sat and talked to him for the whole lunch period until the bell had gone and she left him with that same warm inviting smile with a hope of seeing him tomorrow. Awkwardly he had agreed, thinking she had meant that she’d see him around school so he thought nothing more of it until there she was, dressed in a cute skirt and white button up with pink cardigan yet there in her hands was her own tattered copy of Lord of the Rings. After that they had become quick friends and, despite a little resistance from her parents the first time he had come over to her house, they had been inseparable ever since.

Parking his van at the end of the driveway, he ignored the looks the neighbours gave him as he made his way up the pristine path towards her front door, knocking on it as soon as he was within reach. The door opened revealing her mom who gave her the same warm smile that her daughter gave him everyday.

He greeted her politely as he always did, despite her previous protests for him to use her name. “Is she okay, I noticed she wasn’t at school” he said, hoping it explained him unexpectedly dropping by.

“She’s fine just a little sick is all” her mom told him, her heart warmed every time she saw him show just how much he cared for her daughter and despite her friends always telling her of their displeasure with her association with him, she always ignored them and moments like this just goes to show she was right to because he was nothing like they said.

Eddie sighed in relief, everyone got sick he told himself but she was sick enough not to come to school so it must have been bad, right? “Can I see her?” he asked, his voice sounded feeble even to himself even though he knew she would be okay.

“Let me just see if she’s up for visitors” her mom nodded, letting him into the hallway and as she closed the door behind him she told him to wait there and she would go see. Two minutes later she was back in the hallway, nodding her consent to him, smiling when he thanked her. It wasn’t often her daughter was sick but after seeing the tiredness in her daughter's eyes disappear just that little bit at the mention of Eddie’s name then his visit would do her the world of good.

Climbing up the familiar surroundings of her family home, Eddie made a beeline straight for her room and even if he didn’t know which one it was the coughing he could hear would lead him straight to her. When he opened her bedroom door he could see just how tired she looked. She was propped up against the headboard with god knows how many pillows and the many blankets that covered the bed were pulled up just under her chin but despite all that she smiled as soon as her eyes found him.

“Eddie” she croaked out his name before dissolving into another coughing fit, her body shaking with the force of it as she buried her face into the blankets.

“Hey shh, don’t get yourself all worked up for little old me” he joked, trying to lighten her mood and he guessed it worked as once the coughing had subsided she looked a little brighter, although her eyes were glazed over with tears from all the coughing she’d just done. Bringing a hand out from her little blanket fort, she dried her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt before she opened her arms to him.

He knew exactly what she was expecting and he couldn’t turn her down at the best of times, let alone when she looked so small and vulnerable when she was sick. He sat next to her on the bed as she practically launched herself onto him, pulling him in for a much needed hug as she let him wrap his arms around her middle and rub them softly up and down her back comfortingly. “Jesus sweetheart your nose is like ice” he chuckled as she nuzzled her face into his neck causing him to flinch at the coldness.

“Mhmm” she hummed as she pulled away and bundled the blankets up around her again, “can’t get warm” she pouted, her body shivering as if on cue with her words.

He hated seeing her suffering, it always broke his heart when she was upset. Didn’t matter whether it was when they were kids and she fell over on the gravel outside his trailer and grazed her knees or when she turned up on his doorstep, makeup running from her tears when her first boyfriend broke her heart or right now snuggled up in bed with wet eyes and pouty lips shivering under a pile of blankets. The truth was he loved her, though he still hadn’t figured out if it was a protective brotherly type of love or the romantic kind but it didn’t matter, the statement still stood true.

“Hey I uh have an idea” he said as he toed his sneakers off, leaving them neatly at the end of her bed and shrugging his leather jacket off which he draped over her desk chair before coming back to the bed. “Scoot forward a little” he instructed and she did as he asked, shuffling forward and whimpering when the air hit her back leaving her feeling colder than she already was.

“Eddie, what’re you doing?” she asked, confused as he settled on the bed, directly behind her with his legs on either side of her so that she was now sitting in between them.

“Cuddling duh” he teased, motioning for her to lean back. She hesitated for a second, sure they cuddled often, hell they had even shared a bed plenty of times but this felt different, intimate in a way that she couldn’t describe. However the allure of his body heat was too much for her to resist for long and she sunk back against him, letting him pull the blankets back up around her and he cocooned her in when he left his arms on top of the blankets so they rested under his armpits.

“This is nice” she hummed, snug under the blanket with his warm chest pressed against her back as she let her hands rest on his knees under the covers as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Warm enough?” he had started to ask when he felt one of her cold hands dip under the rip in his jeans to rest against the bare skin of his knee and it ended with him hissing at her icy touch. The giggle that came from her was worth it though, until like before her body was racked with coughs and all he could do was hold her until they passed.

“Sorry” she muttered when they’d passed, feeling sorry for herself again as she tucked her face into the crook of his neck.

While he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was fighting back tears as he could hear how her breathing changed, the slowly steady breath now irregular and the rise of her chest confirmed he was right. “No, no you don’t have to be sorry at all” he spoke quietly in hopes of soothing her as his hand awkwardly came up to run through her hair and he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to the crown of her head. “You know there’s no place I’d rather be than with my favourite girl” he added, in hopes that it would make her smile but also because it was true.

Favourite girl? If she was feeling herself, she would have pushed the topic and teased him until he revealed what it meant because she knew he couldn’t keep anything from her even if he tried but right now she was too tired so she settled for a weak, “Even when she’s ill and stealing your body heat”

“Even then” Eddie had replied with a smile that she could hear in his voice rather than see and it settled her self loathing for now. “How about I read to you, Uncle Wayne always used to read to me when I was ill and it helped take my mind off being sick” he suggested, his arms squeezing tighter around her and tightening the hug until she was nodding and then he reached over onto her nightstand for her copy of Lord of the Rings that she always kept there instead of on her bookcase with the rest of her books.

“This book is largely concerned with Hobbits, and from its pages a reader may discover much of their character and a little of their history.” Eddie begins, his eyes focused on the page as he reads the prologue and he hears her hum in content as she melts further against him as he reads on.

Two hours later, her mom comes into the room to see how they’re doing and is only half surprised to find her daughter asleep in Eddie’s arms and Eddie himself asleep with his head lolled back against the stack of pillows. Her eyes finding the book that lay face down on the bed, she smiles as she gently picks it up and soothes down a couple of the bent pages from where it fell as she knew how much it means to her daughter before she deposits it back on the nightstand. She turns the light off as she closes the door behind her, wondering to herself as she always did when she saw the two of them together how long it would take them to realise their feelings for each other as it seems that they were the only two oblivious to their feelings. Either way whatever they chose she knows that as long as her daughter has Eddie in her life she will be well looked after and loved.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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littlefoxwithadagger · 7 months

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Once Upon a Happily Ever After

Pairing: Evajacks ofc :3

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: nada

Summary: Evangline wakes up alone in the library, so she goes on a hunt for Jacks and a particular Baby Fox.

Evangeline could hear the distant ticking of the clock as she shifted in her chair, causing it to sway a bit. The last thing she remembered was sitting down to read, but she’d apparently fallen asleep, and she wasn’t sure how much time had passed now. Her book was no longer in her hand or even in her lap, and a soft blanket had been draped over her. Jacks’s doing, no doubt.

She pushed herself up slowly, causing the chair to swing even more. Jacks had revealed himself to be a bit of a carpenter three winters before when he��d built it, attaching it to the ceiling of their library in such a way that it was almost a swing. The chair more resembled the shape of a bowl than it did that of a swing, though, so Evangeline had never been quite sure what to call it.

Their daughter had started referring to it as the swingy seat, and Jacks had been quick to follow, agreeing that yes, the swingy seat was a perfect name.

Evangeline wondered where the two of them were now.

Once she’d managed to climb out of the chair, she tossed the blanket over it and padded down the steps. The tavern was empty save for a few hungry guests, and Jacks was not in their room. The only other place they could be was the garden.

Evangeline snagged her robe from the bedroom before finding her way back downstairs. While spring had recently arrived, the cold air had still been biting occasionally, and today was one of those days. She stepped out into the garden, her bare feet sinking into the cold dirt. It took her a moment of scanning the garden to spot the two of them, but they were indeed out here.

Jacks was knelt in the dirt with Liana on his lap, his nimble fingers weaving flowers through her pink-streaked blond hair. She was grinning and kicking her legs as she babbled to him, the dimple in her left cheek making its appearance every so often.

Evangline simply stood there and watched them for a second, enjoying the sight of her two favorite people. Liana was most resemblant of Jacks, though her eye color was beginning to more resemble Evangeline’s gray than Jacks’s blue, and there was the occasional strand of pink that ran through her hair. She’d only gotten one of Jacks’s dimples, but it was good enough for Evangeline. Either way, their tiny girl was adorable.

“Mama!” Liana squeaked as she finally noticed Evangeline. Her legs paused her swinging and she shifted to climb off Jacks’s lap, but his voice made her pause.

“Just a moment, Baby Fox, I’m almost done.”

Her lips jutted into a pout momentarily, reminding Evangeline of every time Jacks had pouted at her. Liana resembled Jacks so much sometimes that it was almost uncanny.

Jacks’s fingers dropped from her hair a moment later after securing her braid. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off his lap, setting her on her feet.

“Ok, there you go, Baby Fox.”

The tiny girl patted her hands over the flowers on her head, effectively smashing a few of them just a smidge, and then she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Jacks’s cheek.

“T’ank you, Daddy!” she squeaked before turning back around and tripping across the dirt to Evangeline.

Evangeline scooped up the tiny girl as soon as she was close enough, settling her on her hip.

“Missed you, Mama,” she frowned.

Evangeline laughed. “Were you not having fun with Daddy?”

A brilliant grin appeared on Liana’s face then. “Was having fun with Daddy!”

Jacks strode across the garden towards them, hands in his pockets. He tugged on the sash that was keeping her robe together, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arm around her waist.

“How was your nap?”

She smiled up at him. “It was very good. The blanket was your doing, I assume?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Daddyyy,” Liana drew out. “Lying is bad!”

Evangeline smiled, nudging her husband in the ribs. “You heard your daughter. What kind of role model are you being?”

“Not a very good one, apparently,” he replied, leaning down close to Liana. “I thought we agreed the blanket was a secret,” he muttered, poking her armpit.

She giggled and wiggled away from him. “Daddy, no pokes!”

“No poking, huh?” he asked before leaning down and nibbling softly on her shoulder, eliciting even more giggles from her.

“I thought I was the only person you were allowed to bite,” Evangline commented teasingly.

“I never said that,” Jacks intoned dryly. “I said I was the only person who could bite you.”

His fingers toyed with her sash almost absent-mindedly as he waited for her response, but it never came. She simply smiled at him. It took him a moment, but he smiled back, his dimples making their appearance. She stood on her toes and planted a kiss to one of them.

“You’re cute.”

He made a noise somewhat similar to a grumble, and Liana giggled again.

“Let’s head inside, Little Fox.”

That evening was as lively as most evenings in The Hollow were. Dinner in the tavern usually contained multiple guests, and many of them had traveled to meet the Prince of Hearts and his princess. The Knightlingers had made Jacks and Evangeline into a fairytale that crossed borders, though the way the tale had been spun was far more outrageous than even the truth of it had been.

Evangline had become accustomed to picking bits of their story to tell, though she often left out the majority of it, leaving the rest of the holes to be filled by the gossip sheets.

After dinner, the tavern cleared out and Liana was drooping, very quickly beginning to fall asleep. Jacks scooped her up easily and rested her against his chest.

“Is it bedtime?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Time for stories.”

He smiled and tilted his head towards Evangeline. “Story time?”

That had always been code for heading up to the library, and Jacks carried Liana easily up to the top floor, Evangeline following with a candle in hand.

“What should we read tonight?” Jacks asked once they were in the library, though he already knew the answer to that question.

“Read about Archer and Fox,” Liana responded with a giggle.

He let out a dramatic sigh. “I suppose we can do that.”

He pulled the well-read ballad off the bookshelf and handed Liana to Evangeline, trading her for the candle which he set on the table beside the reading chair. He lowered himself into the chair next, anchoring it by putting his foot on the ground.

Evangline joined him in the chair a moment later, settling herself across his lap and letting Liana get comfortable snuggled between them. Jacks took his foot off the ground and let them sway slightly as he leaned back and opened the book. He cleared his throat.

“Once upon a time….”

A/N: This is my first time posting book fic so please don't bite me 😖 I might switch up the formatting later but this is how I used to do fics on my main so…

Perhaps I will make a master list soon

#ouabh #tbona #acftl #evajacks #the ballad of the archer and the fox #evajacks fanfiction #jacks x evangeline #jacks #little fox #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts #I have no idea how to tag this

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be-with-me-so-happily · 1 year

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Chapter 11

Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.

Chapter Summary: It's the final one, my friends. We're finishing on how we started, from YN's perspective, just as I feel like it should be. This takes place once YN gets home from staying with her parents, about a week after she gets back, which is about 5 weeks from the time she and Harry last saw each other.

Thank you for being here, for reading this series, and for all the support! I'm glad you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it and I truly hope you enjoy this ending. 💗 Bee xx

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Chapter Warnings: Some explicit language

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As you sit in the bridal suite, admiring the gorgeous floral henna design being tattooed on the top of your right hand, you smile as you watch both Priya and Aman's mothers dancing around together while music fills the room.

"So… YN…" You hear Priya state, causing you to turn enough to face her in the chair next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"This is so much fun Priya, and the design is amazing! Not as stunning as yours, but that goes without saying, since you're the bride. But thank you for this. I figured it was just for family so I'm really honored that I was invited this morning."

"Oh hush. It's not, and you are family anyway! Of course I want you up here!" She waves off your statement, giving you a wink. "But I meant later… how are you feeling about… later today…?"

"This is your wedding day, and you want to know how I'm doing?" You chuckle, looking over at Adhira and giving her a scowl, realizing what Priya is referring to, and knowing Adhira couldn't hold back giving her soon-to-be sister-in-law the details of your relationship, or potentially lack thereof.

"Exactly. It's my wedding day. I want to know how you feel." She states, a somewhat curious, but mostly compassionate glint in her expression. "Well, truthfully, it's a need. I need to know. Because I feel bad that Harry will be here if it's going to be too painful for you. It's just a couple of songs, cover songs, but I can just tell him-"

"No, Priya! It's alright. I didn't want you to stress about finding another band. I knew he would be here." You assure her, placing your free hand over hers. "Please, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, this day is about you!"

"Well, in that case, bring on the mimosas, because today is also about drinks and dancing!"

"And love!" You add sincerely.

•••

You crunch down on a piece of toast, walking over to your little dining table with nothing but one of Harry's oversized t-shirts and some of your lace panties on.

Harry groans and you look up, finding him nearly chewing holes in his bottom lip.

"You look too good." He mumbles deeply, squirming in his chair across from you. You can't help but feel a little satisfied at the fact that you are teasing him without even trying.

"I just got out of bed…" You respond coyly, brushing off his compliment as if you're oblivious to what you're doing to him.

"Doesn't matter." His dimples cave with a mischievous smirk. "It's one of my favorite ways to see you. Not my top favorite, but definitely up there."

Your mouth drops open and he immediately points over to you.

"Yep, that's another one of them!"

You hurl a piece of toast in his direction, extracting an exuberant laugh, which causes your heart to flutter.

He takes the last bite of his pancakes, gathering his plate with a wide grin still plastered all over his face. Once everything is in the sink, he walks back over and squats down next to you. "This actually is my favorite way to see you."

"Right." You roll your eyes.

"M'serious!" He exclaims. "I wouldn't mind waking up to it every single morning, from now til… no, that's it. That's the answer."

"Yeah, we'll see." You joke, unable to deny the chaos of butterflies swirling throughout you. There isn't anyone you'd rather wake up with either.

"Yes, we will." He kisses your cheek and stands up, shuffling towards the bathroom door. "But right now, we better get ready to meet up with everyone, or Addy is going to kill us."

You get up and clear your plate, walking to follow Harry, but stopping to see him eyeing you up and down.

"What?" You giggle. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"You're so gorgeous. And I will never stop looking at you like this!"

After making conversation with most of Adhira and Aman's relatives, you take the opportunity, before the ceremony begins, to walk through the grand foyer of the luxury hotel.

The designer in you can't help but be fascinated by all the little details, so you pull out your phone and walk around, taking photos of almost everything you see.

You look down, making sure the photo you took of some artwork came out clearly, when you turn around and bump your shoulder into whomever was passing by.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, locking the screen and looking up apologetically. Your eyes grow wide as you see those beautiful and unmistakable green rounds staring back at you.

"S'alright. Not the first time you've done it." Harry chuckles, causing all breath to leave your body.

You knew you'd see him today, it isn't a surprise, but you weren't exactly expecting to be standing this close, feeling his warmth, smelling his familiar scent, feeling flustered by the gaze that always penetrates your soul.

"Right." You nod, feeling your throat as dry as it's even been. "Umm… how are you?"

"M'good." He responds quickly, lacking any sort of detectable emotion to give you a hint of how he really feels. "You?"

"Yep. Me too. Good." You mumble, feeling a little embarrassed as to how unconvincing your answer may have come across.

"That's good to hear." He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest, which usually isn't the most positive gesture coming from him. "Would… would you be up for having a conversation later?"

Your stomach twists a little. For some reason, the way he worded that question was so different and unsettling, but you figure it's needed, so you give him a quick nod.

"Okay. I'll connect with you sometime tonight then." He states, giving a quick smile. He turns around as you both notice everyone begin to shuffle towards the French doors leading outside. "I better go. But it was nice to see you."

"You too." You smile back, feeling the knot tighten as he turns around.

He swivels back to you and runs his hand through his hair.

"I hope it's okay to say… you look really nice." He utters.

"It is. Thank you." You utter, hoping he can hear your words but not the nervousness in your tone. "You do too."

He gives you one last smile and makes his way out the doors, presumably to set up before the wedding party is ready to make their entrance.

It takes a moment for you to gather control of your motor function, when you feel another presence next to you.

"Are you alright, Didi?" Adhira asks. You release a breath you didn't realize you had been withholding, especially considering you thought it had all left your body as soon as you saw Harry.

"Yeah, I'm… yeah. I'm alright."

"Well, I don't really believe that, but others might." She giggles, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. "What did he say?"

"He wants to talk later." You reply, feeling your stomach twist even tighter.

"And what do you want?" She asks.

You think for a moment. The time and space you had while visiting your parents was good, mainly because you got to spend time with them. You did get the clarity you needed, which wasn't hard to do. But in terms of what you have, or don't have, with Harry, now feels like it's still up in the air. It unnerved you to hear him suggest a conversation, even though it's definitely needed. It's just the way he said it that's got you uneasy. So stoic. Maybe you were right before, maybe he did change his mind. Maybe he did give up. Having to wait for those answers is going to drive you crazy.

"I guess, firstly, I want to know how he feels."

"Well…" She begins, slowly shuffling the two of you towards the doors, stopping before the exit as you look out to the gathering of their family and friends. "You'll find out tonight."

She gives you a squeeze and leaves your side to rejoin the bridal party, as she has the role of a bridesmaid, so you take a deep breath and step through the doorway.

A seat on the end of a row, in the middle of the right section, seems like a good enough spot. You should be able to see the couple at the altar, and nothing else. No one else. You want to be able to focus on the ceremony, since that's ultimately what you are here for.

A piano and drum melody begin to play and you turn towards the doors as the officiant walks out, followed by Aman with his parents.

Maybe it's the way you say my name

Maybe it's the way you play your game

But it's so good

The female voice catches you off guard, considering Harry was presumably the one to be performing the entry song, and your head uncontrollably shoots over to where the band is located. You smile as you see Ny Oh towards the front, her mouth to the mic, as her fingers run along the keys. Your eyes travel to Sarah and Mitch, also seeing Elin standing close by. Then, by habit, they land on Harry. He is still towards the front, but has his head down, bobbing as he gently strums his acoustic guitar. The way his hair is falling down can cause any girl to swoon, and it usually does, but it elicits so many feelings in you. And memories. You've seen it happen when he's playing, when he's sad, when he's hiding a blush or a smirk. Even when he's hovering over you on the bed and looking at you with intense passion.

As the first pairing of the bridal party passes through your vision, you turn your attention back to the next ones walking down the aisle.

'Cause I'm in a fields of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you would be mine

Your gaze shoots back over to the band as you hear Harry come through the speakers with his low harmony.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

This song is for Aman and Priya, but as you notice Harry has found you within the crowd, all of your feelings grow more intensely. You must have missed Adhira passing by because suddenly everyone begins to stand, and the chorus is repeated as Priya walks down the aisle with her mother and father on each side of her.

Tears are forming in the corners of your eyes and you try to convince yourself that they are solely due to how beautiful Priya looks in her jeweled red wedding dress, and the sparkle you see on Aman's face as he reaches his hand out for her. The tears are for those reasons and nothing else.

The melody continues as the ceremony begins, the couple keeping it short and sweet, since they are bigger fans of the actual celebration.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant states, snapping you out of a daze you didn't know you had been in. "You may kiss the bride!"

The melody picks up and Ny Oh sings the chorus once more, accompanied by Harry's background vocals, as everyone up front walks back down the aisle, and the crowd cheers. You clap along, unintentionally shifting your focus to the band. Your gaze meets Harry's, and you can't immediately turn away. The sudden thought that you've never been more jealous of a microphone enters your mind as he continues with the lyrics, eyes fixed on you. A hot blush rises to your cheeks and you manage to break eye contact just as the rest of the guests are encouraged to make their way inside.

•••

To your delight, and relief, you find that your seat at the reception is right next to Jordan. As well as you know a lot of the family members attending, it'll be nice to have a close friend to go through the night with.

"Hey! Ready for a wild night?" He exclaims as you sit down, placing your glass of champagne on the table in front of you.

You give a small smile and shake your head, with the intention of showing how well you know how crazy things can get with the family. You've been a part of it since you were young, but Jordan had to quickly become accustomed to it when he started dating Adhira. With that in mind, and the situation with Harry, this will definitely be an interesting experience.

"It'll be one for the books." You nod, quickly taking a sip of your drink.

"Are you doing alright?"

You nod again. "Yeah."

"Are you gonna talk to him?"

"He wants to." You reply, placing your glass down and beginning to fiddle with the stem. "I mean, I guess I do too."

"Yeah. You'll find out how he feels." He replies, taking a sip of his own drink. The wording is odd, and causes an inquisitive look to show on your face, only to be met by a shrug from him. "Right?"

You shrug as well, and your ears pick up on the soft instrumental that begins to play. This time, you control your gaze and turn directly towards the doorway leading into the banquet hall where everyone is seated, watching the bridal party begin to saunter in.

The beaming grins on the faces of both Aman and Priya make you feel so good. They truly belong together. You're so happy that they are so happy. They immediately make their way to the dance floor, and you must have forgotten to keep a handle on your focus, because your gaze travels over to the band yet again. Your heart stops as you see Harry already gazing back at you, and he steps closer to the mic.

The first words leave his lips and you pull away to focus back on the happy couple. It's not you and him. Though looking at how lovingly Aman stares into his bride's eyes, it brings a tear to your own knowing how much you've wanted that with Harry. You drop your head, quickly wiping the tear, and you let your eyes wander back to him. You finally have the opportunity to really take him all in, and he looks so good. He always has. But of course, you really haven't been able to admire it, not fully admire it, for a while now. It hasn't changed though, because he looks incredible in the white button-up shirt under his light blue suit. That is your favorite blue. It's also your favorite color on him. You meet his eyes once again, his fixated on yours as he sways back and forth.

Fall into me and I'll catch you, darlin'

We'll dance in the street like nobody's watching

It's just you and me

And the song on repeat in my head

Playing over and over

I'm drunk on your voice high on the moment

I'd fall for you twice if that's what you wanted

I'd give you my life from now till forever

I'm falling in love with you

Over and over again

Your breath hitches as you think you notice a subtle smile appear, but his eyes quickly flicker over to Aman and Priya, so yours do as well.

Your nerves were already on alert from the fact that you'd be seeing him at this wedding, even with the knowledge of his attendance, but his unreadable demeanor, and now disappearing smile, have caused that level to rise. You wonder at what point you two will have this necessary, but now anxiety-inducing conversation, so you can swiftly and politely make your exit afterwards if it doesn't go well.

Until I had met you

There was no sun in my sky

No mirrors for monsters

And no love in sight

Then you walked down those stairs

And I knew my heart wasn't mine

On the day that I met you

My whole world came alive

You look over again, seemingly unable to control yourself anymore, and see that subtle smile again. This time it stays, even when he notices you watching him, it stays.

Your eyes jolt over to your friends for just a moment, since that's where they should be focused, but immediately move back to Harry. Again, the smile remains, and it may be your imagination, but you swear it's grown even wider.

I'm falling in love with you

I'm falling in love with you over and over

You take another sip of the champagne, mildly questioning how much you've already had considering the heat rushing to your cheeks. But nonetheless, you watch Harry. As improper as it may be to some that you aren't watching the bride and groom, you watch Harry. As confusing as all the emotions are that course through you, alongside the champagne, you watch Harry. As unsure as you are about how anything will end up tonight, you watch Harry.

And Harry watches you.

"Please raise your glasses for this beautiful couple before us! To Aman and Priya!" He toasts, and you quickly grab your glass, not even realizing that the song had ended.

You place it back on the table and look up to see that Harry has left the stage and is making his way towards you. Your heart flutters as he gets even closer and it dawns on you that the chair to your right has remained empty for a reason. It's his chair. Whether they forgot to change it, or simply couldn't, it doesn't really matter, because either way he is now shaking Jordan's hand and lowering himself into it.

"Hi." He speaks softly.

"Hi." You reply, hoping those words actually came out and weren't lost in the breath you exhaled with them. "That was good. You did… you all did good. Up there."

"Thank you." He chuckles, catching the attention of the nearby waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. He takes one for himself and you quickly grab another for your own, taking a large sip before placing it on the table.

You turn to try and bring Jordan into the conversation, hoping he could ease the awkwardness you're already feeling, when you realize his seat is void of him. You scan the rest of the table and shake your head. You're not sure why it didn't occur to you before, but no one else is there. Those other seats are for the others in the band, who are conveniently missing. So now there you are, left alone with Harry, and you make a mental note to interrogate your so-called group of friends to find out if their sudden disappearing act was on purpose.

"Wow!" He exclaims, and you turn back to him, following his gaze as it lands on your right hand. "That's very pretty. It's called henna, right?"

"Mhm." You hum.

"Can… umm… may I take a look?" He asks timidly, with an innocence to his gaze.

You nod and raise your hand, feeling that familiar warmth as he brings his to sit under it. He lowers his face and his breath on your skin sends a shiver down your spine. The index finger of his other hand suddenly begins tracing the intricate design, going over every subtle line and curve of the ink as it moves up your forearm.

He looks up to you and straightens up, still holding your hand in his.

"It really is beautiful." He utters and your heart begins to race.

However, a frown appears between his brows, causing the beating to slow and your stomach to turn. He looks back down to your hand and turns it over, so that your palm is facing upward.

"Your cut healed nicely." He sighs, not revealing what emotion was behind it.

"Yeah." You clear your throat. "Thank you."

"No problem." He mutters, releasing your hand and turning his body to fully face his spot at the table. At that moment, your friends all appear, simultaneously, which gives you the answer to the question you had a few moments before.

"Hey everyone!" Sarah exclaims, switching her glance between you and the man beside you. You glare, unamused by their apparent scheme. Mainly because now is not the time to have a serious conversation with him. She gives an awkward smile back and takes her seat, as do the rest of your friends.

You spot the wait staff begin to walk around with plates of food, and have never felt more relieved to eat. Hopefully dinner will take some of the awkward energy away.

•••

As the plates are cleared, and toasts are given, it is announced there will be a Bollywood dance routine performed by some family members, alongside dessert, which always perks you up.

You had chosen chocolate cheesecake, and your mouth begins to water as it's placed in front of you, but your throat immediately dries up as you feel Harry tapping on your thigh and leaning in closer towards you.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" He whispers, and your eyes dart around the table. Everyone's attention is either focused on their plates, or the dancefloor, as the music begins to play.

"But… dancing, and dessert…" The words slip out with a minor whimper, not intending to actually utter those thoughts out loud.

"Just for a moment. Please?" He asks, and as you look in his direction, the plea in his expression is too much for you to deny his request, so you nod and follow him out of the banquet hall.

He leads you out the doors and over to a staircase, close enough to still hear the festivities, but far enough away so that they don't overtake your conversation.

He walks up to the third step, resting his back against the banister, and you gather your dress to step up and stand against the wall across from him. As soon as you are settled, your eyes fixate on your hands and they fidget with the nails of the other.

It's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you to speak first? Or maybe he doesn't even know what to say? You at least would've wanted dessert before potentially having to bolt out of the venue from embarrassment or heartache. At least your heels are easy enough to slip off if you need to make a quick getaway.

"How are your parents?" He breaks the silence, his question causing a scrunch in your nose.

"Good. My dad's doing well."

"Good." He nods in response.

"Look, Harry-"

"YN..." He interrupts, standing up straighter and running a hand through his gorgeous curls. You could curse them for being so inviting to touch. "M'not gonna take up much of your night. I just wanna get something off my chest."

"Alright." You swallow nervously, hoping you'll find out exactly how he feels and that you can express the same, wherever that leads you.

"I love you." He suddenly states, catching you a little off guard. For some reason, whatever you thought he was going to say, that was not it. "I don't think I'll ever stop loving you if m'honest."

He puts his hands in his pockets and your breathing picks up as he takes the smallest step towards you, raising his gaze to meet yours and locking in on you.

"I know I hurt you. I can only imagine how much pain I caused you. And I am truly sorry. Because what I feel now, is probably only a fraction of what you've been feeling, and I feel so fucking empty without you."

He steps closer again and you let out a whimper as a tear escapes down your cheek. Once again, like the last time you two spoke, his finger is quick to wipe it away.

"I never want to hurt you again. I never want to make you cry again. As much as it hurts to be without you, that would hurt so much more. I love you too much to put you through that again."

You sigh, unable to move, barely able to breathe, as his eyes, and words, hit deep into your soul.

"Please say something now." He whispers.

Every response you want to give him vanishes from your mind. This is what you wanted. This is what you came home for. He is what you came home for. Yet your mind goes blank as your mouth opens to speak.

"My heart was broken, and it hurt so much. Because I think the hardest thing I've ever had to do is walk away while still being in love with you."

His hands softly travel from your shoulders, down to your hands, and you feel a strike of lightning shoot through your veins.

"Do… do you still love me?" He asks in a whisper.

"Yes." You whisper back in response.

"Because you're all that I care about, YN. I just want you to be happy. Whatever I need to do to make that happen, I'll do it. I would've barged my way through that airport, but you asked for time and I wanted to give it to you. And if you need more, I'll give you that too. No matter the outcome. I'll give you whatever you want."

Hair is tenderly brushed out of your face and tucked behind your ear and you see more love in his eyes than you ever have before.

"Do you still need time?" He asks, clearing his throat and glancing down for a moment as his thumbs run over your knuckles.

"Yes." You state, squeezing his hands before his head drops too low. This may just be the moment you get back everything you've been missing, everything you've wanted. "With you. I need more time with you."

His hands drop yours and instantly hold onto your cheeks, radiating a heat that could power every chandelier in that ballroom. His gaze flickers between each of your eyes, and he doesn't wait another second before his lips are passionately pressed on yours. Your hands swiftly travel up to rest around his neck, not only to embrace him, but to keep yourself from completely melting at his touch. He steps closer, leaving no room between your heaving chests, and your back pushes firmly against the wall.

He pulls away and you both catch your breath, his forehead resting against your own, and you hear him hum in contentment.

"Cheeky." He smirks, peppering tiny kisses on your cheeks. "I can definitely give that to you."

The sharp sound of mic feedback pierces through the speakers from the hall, and Harry leads you, hand in hand, back to your table. He holds your chair out as you sit back down, and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be right back." He utters into your ear, leaving you to watch him in a confused state as he heads back up to meet the rest of the band.

"Hello! I'm Harry." He states into the mic and he waves to the crowd. "It's a great night, isn't it?"

He looks over to you with a wide grin and your cheeks flood with heat, yet again.

"We've performed a couple of songs already tonight, and I wouldn't call this a wedding song, but it's really fun, it's our last one before our friend DJ Raj takes over, and it was requested by the groom." He turns to Mitch and Sarah, nodding for them to start it off, then turns back to the mic. "At least that's what I'll be claiming."

He smirks as he looks back to you and holds onto the mic stand, closing his eyes and shaking his head to the beat before taking in a deep breath.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Treat you like a gentleman

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

Think I'm gonna stick with it

Your jaw drops open and your palm immediately covers your open mouth, holding back the loud laugh of unbelief threatening to burst out.

"Didi!" Adhira exclaims, plopping down right next to you. "You're smiling! Does this mean it worked?"

You nod and tug on your bottom lip. You can see, even from this distance, how Harry's eyes begin to fill with desire as he stares at you.

I had a few, got drunk on you

And now I'm wasted

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you…

"Tasted." You whisper, aware that only you know the rest of that line. Not that he'd sing it in front of this particular group anyway. Suddenly your gaze shoots over to your friend and your brow instantly furrows. "Wait… did what work…?"

"Come on…" She replies, drawn out, most likely due to a couple glasses of champagne. Her tipsy condition is ideal for this moment considering you want answers. "The last time at the bar, the songs… the singing tonight, and the songs… that was me! I'm the mastermind!"

Jordan gets up from the other side of you and holds Adhira by the shoulders, lifting her up from the seat.

"I wouldn't say 'mastermind', babe… but you helped…" He states, giving you a smile.

"I'm just glad it worked! They're in love!" She shouts, thankfully no louder than the song being played, though you couldn't care less at this point. It's true, after all.

They make their way to the dancefloor and you turn your attention back to where you want it to be, right on Harry, biting on your lower lip as he bounces around, smirking every time his eyes catch yours.

If you let it, your body could float. All of the heaviness from the past couple of months has lifted completely, evaporated, never to be seen or felt again. All that's left is the light daze that being with Harry gives you, and it's in the best way. But that daze, and the sudden heat rushing to your core, is not being hindered in any way by the current song.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out

'Cause I know you're persuasive

You got that something

I got me an appetite

Now I can taste it

You giggle as you take your actual first bite of dessert, shaking your head at how Harry looks as if he wants to devour you more than you want the cheesecake in front of you. And you won't complain.

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-da-da-da-da

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-da-da-da-da

Before you take another bite, Harry's hands are pulling you out of your chair and into his arms, wrapping one around your waist as the other's hand sits against your cheek.

"Was Aman really the one to pick that song?" You chuckle, lifting your fingers to finally, once again, entangle them in his gorgeous hair.

"M'not telling." He simply replies, running his thumb across your lips to wipe some crumbs away. "Think we can sneak out early?"

Your teeth grind into your lower lip as you shift your weight within his embrace. The butterflies you feel inhibit any words, so you use a smile and nod as your answer.

Harry looks around the room and leads you around the tables, stopping every few paces to give you a quick kiss.

As you make it out into the foyer, he turns around, pulls you in by your waist, and presses his lips firmly against your own. Your palms rest on his chest, and you sigh as you feel the heat from his skin. It's quickly matched by the heat building up at your core.

"If you keep stopping to kiss me, we'll never get anywhere." You utter, your lips hovering in front of his.

"We'll get there Cupcake. I just have a lot to make up for. I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

•••

Harry had never been more nervous in this entire life, until this moment. Nothing had made him shake, or sweat, or forget how to breathe, more so than what he was about to do. However, he knows that this one action will lead to a moment that will top it immensely.

He picks up his phone from the counter, his shaky thumb hovering over the contact. He takes a deep breath and presses it.

Pacing is all he can do while the phone rings, but he halts in place once the sound turns into a clearing of the throat on the other end of the line.

"Harry! How are you?" The murmur can barely be heard.

"I'm doing well, Mr. YLN, how are you?" He replies.

"I'm doing alright." Your dad clears his throat again, and Harry begins to feel some guilt for the fact that he isn't there, talking to your father in person. "But… I have a feeling you aren't calling to… just check in with me…"

A smile quickly appears on Harry's face. Your father has always had the best attitude, and a knack for being very in tune with what's going on. He says it's because his only hobby is to people-watch, so he can pick up on those unspoken cues very quickly. He also jokes that he should be a body language analyst for the FBI.

"You're always on point." Harry chuckles, inhaling a deep breath and gathering his composure, as if your dad can hear his stature change. It's possible. "I'm sorry I can't do this in person. But… I have an important question to ask you."

Sitting across from Harry, in your favorite cafe, flipping the page of your book, you look up to find Harry's eyes on you, smiling as he takes a sip of coffee.

"What?" You ask with a giggle, a slight blush quickly forming on your cheeks.

"It's just been a good day." He shrugs, and your blush grows deeper. "But every day for the past two weeks has been a good day."

"You're adorable." You shake your head, feeling the exact same way. As absolutely terrible as those recent couple of months were, you've never felt better with him than you do now. "Do you wanna do anything in particular?"

"Yes! I have the perfect plan!" He suddenly exclaims, causing you to find him looking outside at the rain. He quickly shoots up from his seat and moves next to you, reaching out his hand to take yours. "Come with me."

"What?"

"Please?"

You can't resist that smile, and those dimples, and the way he makes your heart flutter. Not that you want to anyway. You let him take your hand and guide you out of your chair, then out of the cafe, into the rain.

"Wanting some peak romance?" You ask, knowing it is a tradition of yours, but unsure as to why he was so interested in doing this so abruptly.

"Something like that."

He brings you closer, staring at your hand, and you notice his breathing increase dramatically.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He replies breathlessly. "I, umm… I wanna make this moment special."

"What do you mean?" You ask, simply watching his expression for any clue it could give you.

"I love you, Cupcake…"

"I love you too, Harry." You smile, cupping his cheek to encourage him to look at you. The anxiousness in his eyes causes yours to widen.

"You are my everything, YN. I can't believe there was that short period of time where I missed out on just… being with you."

"Harry…"

"I was lost for a moment and… I almost lost you… but I found my way back home. That's you. You are my home."

"Oh my god…" You whisper, your heart racing faster than the speed of the raindrops falling all around you.

Harry looks down at the ground and frowns as he sees the puddle that has accumulated at your feet. He squeezes your hand, reaching his other into his coat pocket, and stepping closer as he holds a small box in front of you. His eyes flicker between it and your gaze, finally landing on you with a nervous smile.

"I don't want to waste another moment together. And I've been wanting to do this for a long time, so I don't want to live another second without asking you… " He clears his throat and his shaky hand opens the box. "Will you marry me?"

It's a surreal experience, to say the least. Everything happens in slow motion, but too quickly at the same time.

This is Harry. The love of your life. The man who dragged you outside into a storm because you told him you'd never been kissed in the rain. The man who learned to make your coffee order just so that you could stay just a few extra minutes at home with him before heading to work. The man who sat on the bathroom floor with you, all night, holding you while you cried.

He means everything to you. Everything. You can't imagine a life without him, and now you won't have to.

"Yes!" You exclaim, flinging your arms around his neck and pulling him as close as you can. "Forever, yes!"

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mr.whites daughter Chapter 1- high school ex boyfriend(smut)

Your pov-

When I found out that my high school boyfriend sold my dad weed. I couldn't believe it. I laughed out loud in front of my mom and aunt Marie.

"Why are you laughing?" Marie asked.

"Jesse- Jesse pinkman." I said between laughs and then quieted down,"sold my dad weed?"

"That's what he said." My mom said,"why?"

"I use to date him, in junior and senior year." I laughed.

"You dated him?" Marie asked and I nodded,"you-you dated a drug dealer?"

"Look He's a good kid." I shrugged my shoulder, "loving as hell, put me first, I'd date him now."

"If he was so loving then why didn't I know about him and why did you break up?" My mom asked leaning back in her chair.

"I went to college, we still talk, text each other once every few months just checking in." I looked at my watch and sighed preparing for my lie,"I gotta leave, I told Andy I'd take over while he goes to a meeting."

"Alright." My mom nodded,"okay."

"Everything with dad is gonna be fine, alright?I pushed my seat in," and gave my aunt a hug from behind and kissed her cheek.

"Have a good day dear." She kissed my cheek and I stood up, I walked to my mom and grabbed her shoulders.

"Everything will be fine." I kissed her temple,"okay?"

"Okay." She let out a sigh,"I'll see you later." She stood up and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek.

"See you two later, Tell junior I said hi." I walked away and mom said okay.

I walked out of the house, closing the door. And shook my head.

"She has no Fuckin idea."

Jesses pov-

I heard a knock at the door, I wasn't expecting anyone, Walter and I just got back from cooking so I had no idea who it coukd be. I got up from the couch and looked outside from the window. There was a girl at my door.

I unlocked the door and opened it.

"My mom knows you sold my dad weed." It was (y/n).

"Yo One hell of an opened, look He was sitting at my kitchen table smoking it himself, I didn't sell him shit." I was confused as to why she was here but I was arguing, haven't seen her in person or at my doorstep since highschool.

"So ur the one my dads cooking with?" She asked In a quiet voice.

"Come inside." I stepped back and she came in, I closed the door and locked it,"how do you know about that?"

"He told me he was cooking meth." She shrugged her shoulders, "pried it out of him when he came and visited me at my apartment."

"And he told you he was cooking with me?"

"No, i put the pieces together...captain." She smiled and I ran my hand through my hair,"I ain't nobody shit an you know that."

"We'll ur mom already came and confronted be about it, But No no, I know." I walked back to the couch and sat down,"it's just that, you're like in my living room."

"What?" She crossed her arms.

"Like After all these years, your back in my living room." I looked at her and she raised her brow.

"Because I wasn't gonna confront you on the phone, cops could listen to it." She walked over and sat down on the couch,"I told my mom I was filling in for my boss while he's at a meeting."

"She can't really do anything." I said.

"I don't work there anymore." She admitted, last time I checked, (y/n) was working at a pharmacy, she was a pharmaceutical chemist.

"You don't?" I asked and she nodded, I fixed how I sitting to look at her better.

"I quit." She looked at me,"dropped out of college when I was 22. Been working at a bar."

"What?"

"Yep, never worked at a pharmacy, never even got my diploma." She shook her head,"costed to much."

"Do your parents know?" I asked, she shook her head again,"wow."

"Ya, I'm gonna tell them soon." She let out a sighing laugh.

"Huh." I rested my head on the head on the couch, "definitely mr.whites daughter."

"Oh Shut up." She hit my knee.

"Did you ever tell them about us?"

"I told my mom when she told my aunt and I my dad bought weed from you like 30 minutes ago." She spoke in a Mater-of-fact voice and it made me laugh. She always made me laugh, dating her was the best thing ever, letting her go was hard as hell.

"I've missed you." I admitted.

"I know you have, Skinny Pete came to my bar and told me, so did badger."

"Motherfuckers." I laughed with a smile and she giggled, it made me smile even harder.

Your pov-

Jesse and I have been talking on his couch for what felt like minutes but it's been two hours. I was leaning up against him, his arm around my shoulder, telling me about all the funny shit that's been happening with him and his friends. I was in the middle of telling him a story about these cops who came into the bar and got drunk as shit when there was a knock at the door.

"I got it." I moved off of him as he got up. He unlocked the door and opened it and walk out, holding the door closed you have a phone call me before you show up man."

"We need to talk let me inside." My dad said.

"Hell no man." My car was in jesses driveway, my dad knows my car.

"Who's car is that outside?" My dad asked.

"Neighbors, lettin then park it there till they can get their garage cleaned." Jesse lied and covered my mouth so I didn't laugh.

"Let me in." With that Jesse backed up into the house and k stood there looking at the door.

"In my defense." I said as I met eyes with my dad,"I only came here because Marie told me about the weed. I'm in full support of you, they don't know that."

He gave that disappointed dad look and I sat down on the couch. Jesse stayed silent snd my dad closed the door.

"So in response you came here?" Dad asked and I nodded,"smart."

"I dated him for two years, ya I came here." I leaned back on the couch and he looked at Jesse and back at me.

"That was the best you could do?" He pointed at Jesse with a calm and confused tone.

"Hey!" Jesse retorted.

"Was able to smoke all the weed I wanted." I shrugged my shoulders, Jesse knew there was more to what we had then just that.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" My dad asked as Jesse walked out to the couch looking back at him.

"I work night shifts at a bar, I dropped out of college when I was 22." I get a weight lift if my shoulders,"better then cooking meth, though if I joined you I probably wouldn't be late with bills."

"You're mother doesn't know right?" I shook my head,"good, good."

"How is that good?" Being the eldest child out of soon to be three had its perks, my dad and I had a parent first friendship second relationship, I was there for their wedding, I've been there for eveything. So I knew everything.

"We need Extra hands." He stated.

"Yo you're not involving her in this shit." Jesse stood up. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm a drop our pharmaceutical chemist with a chemist as a dad, I coukd probably help you make better meth." I laughed," I can't believe I said that."

"No no no." Jesse pointed at me,"no."

"Yes." My dad said,"she'll be able to pick it up extremely fast. The more hands we have the less time it would take."

"Not exactly." I shook my head,"a cooling or reduction process would still take the same amount of time, unless you're talking about expanding."

"We have a shitty rv we ain't fitting anything else in there." Jesse said, I looked at my dad

And he looked at me and I knew what he was thinking.

"Ur not using his basement."

Well just a few days later , not even, we were using jesses basement. Currently a man was down there, they didn't tell me about what happened in the desert until they couldn't hide it anymore.

"Walter hartwell white and Jesse Bruce pinkman, what the the fuck, did you two do?" I asked standing at the bottom of the stairs looking at a unconscious man, bound to the support beam by a bike lock. They didn't respond for a free seconds.

"There's another one in the RV." Walt said, I turned around slowly and saw Jesse slowly bavk up the stairs and my father stayed out.

"What?" I walked into the first step, my father was on the platform another step above of me, he stepped back when I stepped up,"there's another?"

"In the RV." He nodded, my dad wasn't calm, but he was.

"Jesse." I looked up at him, he was a few steps from the top,"who is he?"

"Um...uh Krazy-8 and Emilio koyama." He said and I nodded.

"emillio?” i went to middle school with him,”Your buddies?"

"Sorta." He took another step up and so did I, "you're gonna chase me, arent you?"

I didn't respond.

"You are, I can see it."

"Run bitch, run." I ran up the stairs, leaving dad down there as I chased Jesse through the kitchen, and the stairs where he almost tripped.

"Stop!" He yelled as I got to the top of the stairs and almost grabbed him and he fell into his knees and moved so he was in his ass, I slid onto my knees and grabbed onto his legs to stop me.

"What the fuck happened?" I straddled his lap, only to get him to stop running and stay put,"what happened?"

"They tried to start shit, they shot at us first. then the like RV got all Smokey, they passed out,yo so did I, next thing I know, we're trying to get the RV out of a ditch and had to get help by some guy to get us out, and one of them is now dead and the other is in the basement yo." His hands were on my waist, I don't think he noticed and I sure didn't for awhile.

"What the fuck killed him?"

"phosphine gas I'm pretty sure." I heard my dad cough.

"You guys are Fuckin idiots." I looked at both of them.

"Get ur hands off my daughter." I furrowed my brows and looked down and finally noticed where jesses hands were.

"She got on me first." He out his hands up and then fell onto his back and groaned,"motherfucker."

"Serves you right." I got off of him and grabbed his hand and helped him back up.

"You're mean." He put his hand on his chest like he was taken back.

"You two are dealing with the dead one." I said pointing at them,"and the alive one."

"Hydrofloric acid." My dad stated,"we need a container."

"Yo A container?!" Jesse asked.

"Something to put him in. Go to the store and find something." My dad started walking down the stairs.

"Like what?!"

"Something to fit a man!"

Jesses pov-

(y/n) left me to go find the container, she had to get ready for work she was working the afternoon shift today instead of the closing.

I dropped the blue plastic container on the ground and grabbed my cellphone out of my wallet and called up Mr.White.

"Yo man, none of these are gonna fit him." I said.

"Then buy two and we can.."

"Hell no." I said.

"Then find one that will work." With that he hung up. I put my phone back in my pocket and looked at the bin. I walked a door out of the aisle and looked both ways to make sure no one was coming. With that, I stepped into the container and kneeled down.

"That's not gonna work."

I got out of the container and looked at I checked the aisles again and grabbed the sides and sat down into it.

I was now Stuck in it like a turtle shell.

"Oh fuck." I grabbed the sides and tried to lift myself up, didn't work. So i resorted to rocking and forth trying to tip it over.

With one big push to the right, I fell over and got out and off of the ground as quick as possible.

"This shit ain't gonna work." I out it back into the pile and walked away. I might just use the garbage can.

Your pov-

5pm-

I decided to take the afternoon shift because I was going to jesses tonight to watch a movie and eat takeout and mutually forget everything that's happened in the last the day, such as then having to clean up a liquified body.

I parked my car in the driveway, turned the engine off and I saw the door open. Jesse was standing there in his red long sleeve and his black jeans. he had a smile on his face as I closed the door, holding a 6 pack in one hand.

"Yo I think I have a boner." He laughed as I locked my car and walked over.

"For me or this?" I held the 6 pack up.

"Both I think." I laughed as I walked past him into the house. He closed the door behind us and i put the 6 pack on the coffee table. I felt his hands on my waist as I took my phone and wallet out of my pockets.

"Hi Jesse." I spin around and in grip and tossed the items in my hand onto the couch.

"Hi (y/n)." He mimicked me with a smile. I stood on my toes a bit and caught his lips on mine. He leaned down as he returned it, his hands holding me closer to him. I snaked my arms over and around his neck, and smiled into the kiss. We broke it off a few seconds later and he looked at me with blue eyes glazed over in a look I've been craving since I last saw him. I couldn't help but steal another.

"I'm in love with you." I whispered.

"Same." He whispered back,"but!" He picked me up and I gasped as I wrapped my legs around his waist and laughed, I held onto his shoulders tightly,"you're here now yo, you ain't leavin for college or some shit so you can't leave me now."

"Last time I checked, you said it was better if I just left you so you didn't distract me." I raised my brow and he rolled his eyes.

"We work together now bitch." He laughed and gave me a kiss,"work place PDA now."

"Not for awhile."

"Ya okay, whatever you say yo." He started waking away from the couch.

"Jesse?"

"Let's get baked and roll one out first." He winked, as he walked down the shirt hall to the stairs.

"Fine." I sighed jokingly and hugged onto his as he walked up the stairs, I knew he wouldn't drop me, he was strong then he looked but it didn't stop the nervousness of it,"please don't me please don't drop me."

"I ain't dropping you till I get you to my bed." His hand moved from my back to the back of my neck and his other sat under my ass holding me up. He placed a kiss on my shoulder as he turned down the hall to his room.

I kissed his neck as he walked into his room and instead of dropping me in the bed. He sat down and held me close as I straddled him thighs, my lips kissing his neck and his jaw, not nipping him just kissing, until His hand tangled into my hair, holding me closer to his neck. So I took it as the signal to just bite him and I did, right on his pulse point.

"About Fuckin time." He groaned, my teeth nibbled on his skin sucking it, creating that famous hickey he always had when we were dating. I licked it and blew on it and he sighed rolling his head back a bit more as I kissed it.

"Mine now bitch." I whispered into his ear as he placed a firm grasp on my ass. He pulled me away from him by my hair and made me look at him. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip slowly and he bit as he looked in my eyes. My clit throbbed immediately and he smirked and came to kiss my neck, titling my head a bit to get the area he wanted. His kissed his trail to the area, from my collar bone, to my pulse, and down to where my shoulder Met my neck. I moaned as sucked and nibbled on the area, he used the hand on my ass to start making me grind on him slowly yet hard, I took over at action as his tongue licked my skin and his hands moved from their positions and sat on my waist.

"I've been dreaming of this for awhile." He kissed my jaw, "every night," he kissed the other side of my neck," Wakin up thinking you're right there next to me again." He kissed right where my v line ended,"makin me feel like a Fuckin teenager."

"Let's be honest, you're still one." I giggled and she scoffed, giving me his famous side smile.

"I don't fuck like one." He shook his head.

"Mmm tell me more." I put on s porn star accent and he laughed as he pulled my shirt up and off. I didn't have a bra on, this shirt was a bit tight so it held them pretty well, and..

"You got them pierced." He said in aww and I felt him grow harder under me.

"I got them done when I dropped out." His hands moved up my waste, over my ribs and he took them into his hands, admiring them.

"They're Fuckin gorgeous." He practically drooled and his didn't seem to notice the piercings I had in. I got them custom made, it was a J and a P decorated in red garnets.

"Glad you like them."I pushed my chest into his hands, his thumbs massages them and then he let out a slight gasp.

"Oh my god, yo are those my initials?" He asked, his eyes darting from my boobs and to my eyes.

"Yes." I nodded.

"When the hell did you get those?"

"I got them a few months ago." I admitted.

"How often do you wear them?" His thumb brushed over them in a circle and i sharply exhaled from my nose.

"A lot." He smirked, boring his rings in between his teeth.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good now." He quickly rolled us over so I was on my back. I let my arms drop over my head as his right hand massaged my boob and his to he licked the other one. His tongue flicking over it.

"Jesse." I moaned as he switched the other nipple, showing it equal attention.

"You're so fucking hot." He growled as he kissed down my ribs, his fingers hooking into my belt loops as he looked up at me. I looked down at him, biting my lips and propping myself up on my elbows.

"What?" He unbuttoned and in zipped my jeans and shrugged,"Jesse?"

"I'm just thinkin." He grinned as he pulled my jeans down my legs leaving me in my black lace thong,"ah shit!"

He fell onto his ass and laughed.

"What the fuck Jess." I laughed.

"This just keeps on getting better and Fuckin better yo!" He got back onto his knees and pulled my legs over his shoulders from the back of my knees. I laughed and threaded my fingers through his hair as he kissed the inside of my thigh.

"I love you." I awed and felt him smile on my skin, planting kisses and he placed his final one right over my lace covered clit. I moaned as his index and middle finger hooked onto my thing and moved it out of way, wasting no time to dip his tongue to my clit and gave it a ohard lick,"fuuuck."

I pushed my hips into his face, and let out a whine.

"Fuckin A." His face left your thighs and his fingers hooked into hem of my thong and pulled it down my legs letting my legs fall but not for long as he quickly put them back and resumed his position,"you taste so good."

I couldn't help but moan as he sucked and licked my clit, altering between the two.

"Oh god Jesse." I grabbed onto his hair and he groaned,"oh shit."

One of Jesses hands that sat on my hip, slid on of my legs off of him, pushing my knee to my chest a bit, his index and middle finger circled around my drooling heat and then he slid the right in. My back arched off the bed and I moaned as i he started to work his fingers fast, already curled and hitting my gspot.

"Oh my goood!" I gasped in the Moan as he gave my clit a hard suck.

"So Fuckin good Baby." He praised, leaving my clit but he kept his fingers moving inside of me, he held onto my thigh as he pushed it closer into me as he came down to my lips and kissed me. His lips and tongue tasted like me and I loved it. I cupped just face his face with my hand and moaned as I felt a familiar hear start building.

"Ahh god Jess." I moaned as he kissed my jaw.

"You gonna cum for me?" He whispered into my ear and I nodded,"you are huh?"

"Yes Jesse fuck." I ground my hips into his hand and he picked up the pace s little, and added a deeper curl, hitting exactly where he needed to,"oh my god!"

He went back down to clit, sucking on it harshly. My hee dug into his back snd my hands balled up the comforter. Loud and erotic moans fell from my lips.

My orgasm hit me like a tsunami, literally. My back arched off the bed as moans and his name and swears spewed from my mouth as he continued fingering and eating me out. I could feel how wet the Inside of my thighs were, and could only imagine how wet his jaw and chin was.

He stopped slowly after, letting my leg drop from his shoulder as I heard him laugh.

"I've missed that." I opened my eyes a bit and saw him smilies at me with that cheeky grin, his red long sleeve was wet around the collar. He wiped his chin and jaw with his sleeve and he took of the peice of clothing off, exposing his nice ass body underneath it. I sat up and undid his belt as he pet my hair, I looked up at him meeting his blue eyes and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He pushed me down as he took his jeans and his boxers off, exposing his hard cock.

"I wanna ride you." I sat up,"please."

"Say less." He chuckled sitting down and I straddled him. His cock restung against my stomach as his Hands sat on my waist. I lifted myself up a bit using my grasp on his shoulder, with my free hand I lined him up. He moaned as I lowered down onto his tip and I rested my forehead on his shoulder.

"Fuckin hell." I moaned as he lowered me down another inch, giving me a few seconds to adjust. White boy was packing.

"Take me so well babe." He hissed as he lowered me down a lot more this time,"so good."

"Forgot how good you felt." I whispered and kissed below his ear as he dropped me all the way down, sheathing him completely. I let out a moaned gasp as he stretched me to fit him.

"Good girl." He rubbed my back,"such a good girl."

He started moving em slowly, I sat up, pushing myself into him as my head rolled back. His cock was hitting everything, I could feel his veins against my velvet walls.

"Damnit." I groaned as he held onto my hips tighter and moved me a bit faster, adding in a hard thrust down,"Jess!"

"Come on, take it, you know you can." He placed a broad lick up the center of my neck and he bounced me harder, pulling me up so only his tip was in me and then all the way down to his balls,"just like that baby."

"Holy fuck." I whimpered out as I took a hit more control, adding a fast speed and a light grind which case him to let out a eye rolling moan.

"Goddamn bitch." He thrusted up into me, causing me to almost see stars,"like that bitch?" He obviously saw how my body reacted to that and loved it cause he did it again,"you do huh?"

"Ye-es!" I moaned he dropped me down in his cock harder a few more times before flipping us over so he was on top.

"Then I'm gonna Fuckin give it to ya." He set the pace, a nice even thrust that ended hard and made my boobs bounce and made me grab onto the comforter and his arm that was propped over my head. My legs were wrapped out his waist. The angle that was was thrusting into me was pure bliss. He was hitting every good spot imaginable.

With the orgasm he gifted me with previously I wasn't gonna last very long, he could tell, my hands we gripping onto him for dear life, I moaning loudly, my back was arched off the bed. He was also getting closer, his hand on my thigh was gripping me tighter, he was moaning and groaning louder and more eroticly.

"Gonna make this-this pussy mine again." He groaned, my nails raked up his back in response.

"Please." I whispered,"Aah fuck! Fu-uck!"

"Cum for me, show me who's you are bitch." He growled into my ear and I did just that.

I held onto him and he dropped to his elbow to hold me closer to him, his hand moved from my thigh and under my back, holding my stomach to him. My eyes were clamped shut, as wave after wage of pure ecstasy shot through me.

He fucked me through my orgasm before cumming deep inside of me, thrusting slow as he did.

"God fuuuck." He groaned, his forehead was resting my chest in between my boobs. My fingers traced up his back and neck and into his hair, carding through it.

"That was amazing." I sighed with a giggle and he chuckled and looked up at me.

"Hell ya it was." He stood up and held onto my thighs as he slowly pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me.

I looked up at the ceiling and felt his eyes on me so I looked over and saw him smiling at me once again.

"You smile a lot when you're around me." I pointed out.

"Can't help it." He sat up and ran his hand through his hair,"imma go get somethin to clean you up."

"Mm."

Jesses pov-

(y/n) was snuggled into my side on the couch, she was in one of my shirts and her thong and I was in boxers and sweats. I took a swig of my beer and looked down at her and back to the TV. It's now 9 she came at 5, MTV is playing a jackass movie, the cicadas outside won't shut the fuck up, but at least (y/n) is right here.

I drew lazy circles on her arm, forgetting about the tv and just looked at her.

"Hey." I whispered and she looked up at me,"wanna get to bed?"

"Ya sure.”

#jesse pinkman #Jesse pinkman smut #jesse pinkman x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad smut #breaking bad fanfiction

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mslanna · 6 months

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You can Build Your House on My Hill

Chapter 13 of Be My Guest now up on AO3

Progress is being made on almost all fronts. Time to be soft.

Tav wakes alone in the huge four-poster bed. Disappointment seeps into their thoughts though they know devils don’t sleep. Raphael cannot waste that much time and the sheets and pillow smell of him still. They roll over taking in how every inch of their body feels sore and scraped. Their fingers trace the lines of bite marks on their skin with a sigh.

The table is still untouched. The flowers glow in the soft light and drop lush petals onto the polished wood. Two wine glasses stand untouched next to an open bottle. There are chocolates. There is candied fruit. Raphael indeed prepared a whole stage. And they blew it. And him. Later. Not as an apology.

The night unfolds slowly in Tav's memory and they have to jump off the bed and busy themself before it gets so bad, they run off to drag Raphael right back to bed. Or not. It seems that a bed was optional. Tav splashes cold water into their face.

Tav picks up the books. A novel in verse titled "Medora Out of Her Depth" and a collection of offensive limericks sorted by the number of places they are banned in. They lower the books and pop a chocolate into their mouth. It is delicious. It will go perfectly with the velvety red wine.

Well, today was certainly a day and all days end. Pocketing a handful of candied fruit, Tav steps into the throne room. It’s still empty, if you disregard a few eternal debtors already scrubbing and cleaning the spotless room. But the other doors stand open and they can see Raphael in his study with a devil and more of them gathered in the other rooms.

A day indeed with day activities for all involved. Tav makes their way towards the stairs and is almost run over by a fiend coming down. The devil sends them a scathing glance that skips on Tav's neck. Then she turns into the council room, disgust trailing behind. Arguing voices come from it, but Tav can't make out a single word.

Maybe using the shortcut to the library will be a life-saver once more fiends frequent the House of Hope. For a moment Tav wonders if it even is the House of Hope still, what with Hope gone. But the have no better idea for a name. House of a Single Braincell doesn't flow well and House of Abysmal Communication Skills doesn't fare much better. Also, there is Hope here. Tav hopes the war goes well. They hope to see the sun again soon.

Once Mephistopheles is removed from the equation, they can spend their days in the world again and their nights – well. Tav doesn't intend to leave again. As long as Raphael doesn't kick them out, which as all signs indicate, he will not, this can be a home. The thought draws an impossible grin of Tav's face.

It feels strange that so little has changed when it felt so big. Tav wanders off into the library to find something to busy themself with. Life as a trophy human is boring and they are determined to fill the empty parts.

And just like that a new normal establishes itself. The literary discussions suffer a steel decline for a couple of days until Raphael realises he can just seek out Tav whenever and request their presence for personal matters.

“You know,” Tav looks down at the very happy if rather exhausted devil, “if we spent half as much time talking at the beginning as we do fucking now, we could have started fucking a lot sooner.”

In reply, Raphael pulls them down into a lingering kiss. "Are you concerned about the pace in which we catch up?" His lips brush against theirs.

"Hm." Tav luxuriates in the devil's taste and proximity. It is never enough. The moment they part, the feeling of Raphael's hot skin against theirs is missing decidedly. Unfortunately, they cannot live glued to his side, much less naked. "I'll take what I can."

"That you do." He smiles knowingly.

"Pervert." Tav kisses him deeply. "Don't you have a war to run?"

"I do." Raphael cups his hands around Tav's shoulders. They are not a dainty human but in his arms they look small. Deliciously small. He pushes the memories down for later perusal and flips them over to pin Tav to the bed for a moment. The thought that he has his whole life to return and fuck the living daylight out of them is stunning. It is made all the sweeter by Tav's sheer reciprocal of his desires.

Raphael bends down for a last kiss. He can feel the smile of their lips against his. Ruling all hells with be sweet. Possessing all of Tav will make it even sweeter. He leaves them on the bed, rumpled and happy. The war won't wait and Tav is always there.

Tav watches their devil leave, a little heartbroken about the tension straightening out his tail and corseting his movements as he passes through the door.

What structures Tav’s time into days are their regular appointments with Haarlep and the literary dates with their devil. The latter tend to devolve into more physical skirmishes which is fine because now they always end mutually satisfactory.

And after sulking for a while, Haarlep does come around. It probably helps that Tav siphons some of the intruders to them.

"They need to have a little fun, too," they argue and can see Raphael go soft. It is too easy. Getting anything from the devil is too easy. He looks into their eyes and once his gaze strays down to their throat and up, Tav knows they won.

Alone in the library, they fumble on the skin. They forget how clearly the devil marks his territory. It is a testament to how utterly gone they are, that the bursts of pain when Raphael draws blood is firmly on the side of advantages of their situation. Tav’s fingertips run over the raised crust on their skin fondly.

Soon the devils frequenting the House of Hope get more and more careless around Tav. The census seems to be that if they are in a devil's home, they can look after themself. And know their place. Which is out of the way of a fiend.

Tav is torn between defending their space and getting out of the way to trampling entities that are bigger, stronger and heavier than them. Sometimes they wonder if Raphael knows or if they should tell him. But there is nothing they can hold up as proof that it is intentional harassment.

"Make a list," Haarlep suggests. "I'll help you." Malicious glee shines in their eyes.

"I can't keep them apart." Tav sighs.

"Have you even tried?" Haarlep chides. "You can keep me and Raphael apart just fine."

"Haarlep, my dear," Tav flops down on the bed beside them, "I cannot even keep humans apart. The moment Shadowheart dyed her hair white it was only the braids that told me if I was talking to her or Jaheira."

"A stunning weakness," the incubus purrs. "I will remember it fondly."

"You're welcome."

"You understand that this was my home long before you came?"

Tav turns to look at them with a smile. "And it will be long after I'm gone."

"Oh, certainly not. Either Raphael wins this war and I will be gone, or he looses this was and I will be gone."

"Not planning to stick around?" Tav can't keep the disappointment out of their tone completely.

"Whatever for? I was stuck long enough. And if you think I want to be a proxy for our cambion in one of his conquered hells? Hell no. I want to have some real fun again."

Tav doesn't ask what Haarlep considers real fun. Unbridled violence dances in their words and their eyes shine with malice. A true fiend. But then, everybody in this house is and they the sorry exception.

It makes them work harder on their studies while keeping even more quite about it. If they are just a plaything, some fancy accessory, Tav can bank on being underestimated. They don't enjoy becoming a little paranoid, but it seems wise.

Tav is so concentrated on conjugations that they notice Raphael only, when he stands right in front of them. "I need you to come with me," the devil says. "Back to the suite."

Blinking Tav closes the book and steps into the offered wing. It seems a little intimate considering how public they will walk, but they won't complain. Their hand finds his and this time, Raphael glances down with an indulgent smile. He ushers them down the stairs and into the throne room that is full of lingering devils.

He doesn't slow down until they reach the suite at its end. Raphael opens the door and guides Tav inside. "You may return through the secret passage as soon as you wish, but it is important you are known not to be in a public space."

"Why?"

"There are arch devils coming to bargain," Raphael explains. "I do not want them tempted by your person being around."

"So I am a bargaining chip now?" Tav quips.

"Always have been," the devil replies. "But I prefer if you try to bargain with me."

"On my bare knees?"

"Or any position you can think of." He allows himself another smile, this one suggestive. "I cannot tell how long this will take. But you have everything you need."

Tav glances at the table where food and carafes of water are waiting. Somehow ending up here and not getting ravaged feels wrong. They were looking forward to is when the devil collected them. "Won't be the same without you."

"All the more reason to stay invisible for now and not get abducted."

Tav sighs and rises to their toe to ghost a soft kiss over their devils lips. "For luck."

Raphael returns the favour a little longer with a lot more tongue. "For you."

When he leaves, Tav notices how the devil's tail stops moving freely as soon as the door opens. Poor sod. And also, poor them.

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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Just cuddles and kisses

Established Minho x ace!fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Summary: Minho and reader just started dating, and she's a little worried about being ace (dw it all works out in the end)

Note: this fic is technically a continuation of Classic, but it can also be read as a standalone. Classic was initially in the same post as this, but I separated the parts to make them shorter

Warnings: internalised aphobia?? not really but just in case, language (Glader slang)

You've been dating Minho for a while now, and it's a long time before you have to address... it. As happy as you are, you're pretty nervous about having a relationship with Minho.

While you haven't really gone 'public' yet, you know that it's only a matter of time before the other Gladers find out.

When that happens, there's gonna discussions about your relationship and invasive questions and ugh, you just don't want to deal with it.

You're mainly scared for the bolder Gladers to ask about being physical. Minho hasn't said anything about sex yet, but the topic has got to come up sooner or later, and you stress yourself out at night waiting for that conversation.

You've known for a while that sex is... completely off the table for you, and you're scared that he'll want to leave you because of that. You know Minho isn't the type of guy to make a big deal out of it, and he'll be really nice about it at least for the first bit. But after a while, you're sure that having a sexless relationship will get old real fast.

You confided in Newt about it once, and he advised you to just talk it out with Minho.

That's easier said than done, though. You know that, respectful as he is, Minho is still a teenage boy with teenage hormones in a Glade where you're the only girl.

Plus, you already know that he's just holding back for you. He's pulled away from making out on multiple occasions because of a problem... further south, and you know that he's waiting for you to be ready.

He's being patient, and it's great, but the issue is that you'll never be ready. For you, sex is something you neither need nor want.

It's been alright so far, since you've just ignored the problem and kept the relationship limited to the kisses and little dates you manage to pull together in such a restricted space.

But, it all comes to a head one day when you're spending a late night in the Runners hut.

When you've both gotten tired of poring over the maps, Minho starts leaning in to drop light kisses around your face. You giggle as his lips brush against your jawline.

You love it when he does that, because it gives you a heads up that you're probably gonna be making out soon. And he's not even doing it with that intention, it's just a cute thing he does when he's bored with work.

You turn to him, forgoing the maps as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss.

That's when things start to get a little too heated, and it all goes to shit.

He's moving his hands around more than usual, and he's brushing over your ass and chest in a way that may or may not be intentional; you can't really tell.

Either way, you're hyperaware of every point of contact, and it starts to be too much. You can feel your heartrate speeding up, not in the good way, and-

"Y/n." Minho breaks away from the kiss and gently cups your face with a hand. "Hey, you with me?"

You nod and give him a smile, leaning in again, but he pulls back. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

"Ohh. Is this about... being physical?" he realises. "Listen, we can take as much time as-"

You back away, shaking your head. "I don't-" Your voice catches as you try to speak, and your vision starts to blur. Shuck, now you're crying.

You tilt your head up, staring at the roof as you blink rapidly.

"Y/n, hey. Just come and sit." You let him guide you to the table. "Talk to me, please."

You take a deep breath... and still no words come out. You close your eyes, processing your thoughts first before speaking.

"I don't... want sex." You meet his eyes as you tell him the truth. "As in; ever. I just- it's not an option for me. The thought of having sex, doing anything sexual at all, and just, all that kind of stuff happening to me... it makes me feel sick. I just- I can't."

"Oh," says Minho. "Alright. Okay. That's fine."

"Minho..."

"No, I'm serious. Listen, it's okay."

"How can it be okay? You want sex. I can feel it, when we're together."

"How can you feel it? What, do I just look at you with sex eyes? Because I promise-"

"No, I feel it. Against my hip."

"Oh." Minho's face reddens considerably, and he lets out an awkward laugh. "Okay, well. That's a me problem. I can- I can deal."

"I just- Minho. I know how important that kind of intimacy is to people. What if we stay together, and you're never satisfied? What if I'm not enough for this relationship?"

Minho lets out a stunned breath. "Not enough? Y/n, you are everything, my whole world. Every day I wake up and I get to see your smile. I get to run with you, and laugh with you. I get to be with you. You think not having sex is gonna break all that?"

"But sex is..."

He shakes his head. "Maybe I've been doing a shitty job then, if you really think you wouldn't be enough without sex."

"Y/n." He takes your hands and looks you in the eye. "I love you. And I realise we haven't said that, but I think now's as good a time as any for you to know. I love you, and this isn't gonna change anything."

You give him a watery smile. "I love you too. But it's still-"

"Okay. Full disclosure, I can take care of myself. Most guys here are taking care of themselves. Someone probably is, like, right now."

At your wrinkled nose and mildly grossed-out expression, he winces. "Right. Let's set some boundaries. No talking about sex?"

"Um, talking about sex in general is usually okay. Sex jokes are actually pretty shuckin' funny sometimes. But the way you did it just then was... I don't know. Icky?"

"Okay, sure. Talk about it normally unless you're uncomfortable. Easy. What about with us? Where should I avoid when we're- Shit, do you hate kissing too? God, I'm so sorry." He looks at you worriedly. "Shuck, Y/n. We've been making out like, every day. You should've told me earlier. I'm so-"

"Minho, no, don't worry about that, it's okay. I actually... love kissing. Kissing you, I mean." You duck your head, blushing slightly. "Making out is fun most times too, but some days it's a lot. Tongues and stuff are... overwhelming sometimes. It depends on the day."

"Make sure you let me know, okay? Promise me."

"I promise," you say, smiling. "And with touching... normal contact is fine. It's good, actually. I love cuddling, and when you pull me in by the waist. And everything else too. I'll tell you if anything is bad."

"Okay." He reaches out to take your hand. "So we're all good?"

"We're all good."

"I love you."

You pull him closer by his shirt, and he melts against you as you kiss him.

"Love you too."

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"Ooh, Y/n and Minho spent the night together," sings Ben when you walk out of the hut and move to the dining area. Keepers have their own huts, so you'd slept in Minho's that night.

You let out a laugh at what he's implying and grin at Newt's knowing smile.

You feel arms wrap around your waist as Minho walks up behind you. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and moves to get food.

When he returns, he hands you a plate of food, complete with your favourite fruits from the gardens, and slides into the seat next to you.

"Fuck," he hisses as he bumps his leg on the bench.

"Fuck indeed," says Ben with a shit-eating grin.

You snort. "Slim it, Ben." Newt rolls his eyes on your behalf.

"Well, how was it?" asks another boy, leaning in interestedly.

"A gentleman doesn't tell," comments Minho, pointing dramatically. "What happens behind closed doors..."

"So he was shit, wasn't he," says Ben to you.

You shrug. "Well, I'm very satisfied from last night."

You laugh at their supportive and slightly lewd cheers.

As Minho meets your eyes with a smile, you think back to last night.

You'd exchanged soft kisses and cuddled until you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms.

"Yeah, see? I'm fantastic in bed."

This is so lame idk how to end a fic besides 'i love you' like please be more imaginative

Edit: added a silly little scene at the end so it doesn't just end with ily

Anyways, thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed this one - another self-indulgent idea I needed to put out.

I want to note that for the depiction of asexuality and ace x non-ace couples, I'm writing based on my own experiences and what I would want in a relationship with a non-ace person. Everyone is different, and there's a whole ace spectrum of people who may not relate to all of this.

Requests are open as always, so if you have any ideas feel free to send an ask ❤

#the maze runner #tmr minho #minho x you #minho x reader #tmr minho x reader #my writing

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mercurygguk · 1 year

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risqué summary; part 1-3

ok so someone requested a summary of risqué so far now that part 4 will drop soon, so here is a quick summary of every chapter posted so far !!

risqué; chapter 1

jungkook sees oc for the first time in a while and is instantly attracted to her. she’s had huge crush on jungkook for a long time. she’s a huge flirt and starts coming onto jungkook but he’s very set on not giving into her because he works for her father. there’s a lot of sexual tension between them because of the mutual attraction. they have their first kiss at the staff party that’s taking place at her parents’ house. however, jungkook stops it before it can escalate further. a few days later, oc shows up at the office once again and is openly teasing jungkook and pushing his buttons.

they have a very tense talk about oc not knowing what she’s asking for. she asks jungkook why they’re holding back when they both want it and eventually she succeeds in winning him over. they have sex in the bathroom at the office. once they’ve fucked, jungkook says it never should’ve happened and pretty much calls oc childish and immature. she storms out of there and jungkook regrets saying what he said.

risqué; chapter 2

oc is joining her father on a business trip to dubai. jungkook and his intern, jaemin, are going too which oc isn’t happy about. she still has a crush on him but she also lowkey hates him for how things ended between the last time. jungkook actually tries to apologize but oc won’t hear him out. on the plane after two hours in the air, jungkook spots jaemin trying to put his arm around oc so he gets up and tells jaemin to switch seats with him. jungkook tries to get things fixed between him and oc because he’s not looking to have more shit on his plate during the trip. oc gets even angrier at him and tells him to shut up, watch a movie with her or go back to his own seat. they end up falling asleep up against each other until the plane lands.

the tension is worse after the little incident on the plane. oc is back to flirting and getting on his nerves. they have a lot of back and forth, some arguing and some tense conversations. jungkook goes to her room one night and they do stuff on the couch but when oc wants to return the pleasure he says no and tells her once again that this shouldn’t have happened. he’s trying very hard to convince himself that he’s not attracted to her which is a lost cause because they end up fucking in the end of this chapter after oc went out with seunghun, a waiter she meets one day at the pool.

seunghun is a few years older than oc, they go to the same college back home and he works at the hotel during the summer. he’s a nice guy, very handsome and very funny, he’s interested in oc but she’s not interested in him. jungkook is jealous as hell but still takes care of her when she returns to the hotel, drunk off her ass. she sleeps for an hour in his hotel room and then wakes up, more sober and very angry at him still. they argue, they fuck and come to terms with their feelings without saying it.

they wake up the next morning, not sure what to say but they know there’s something different between them now. they fuck again before going home later that day.

risqué; chapter 3

jungkook and oc have been seeing each other since coming back from the trip, keeping it sexual without discussing their feelings. however, one night after he returns from a short business trip, they’re having dinner and he’s eating her out on the kitchen island. jungkook ends up confessing how he feels about her, telling her that he’s crazy about her and that he’s terrified because he hasn’t felt like this for anyone before. oc confesses too and they become official but still in secret.

this whole chapter is basically just them being a cute couple; getting to know each other more, having a lot of sex, being cute and flirty with each other, vulnerable too. jungkook picks her up at a frat party one night and is feeling a little insecure about his age and how much younger she is. however, oc makes sure to tell him that she couldn’t care less about the age gap between them. she likes him for him, his age doesn’t really matter.

jungkook turns 30 years old at the end of this chapter. oc stops by the office to wish him happy birthday and to drag him home so she can take care of him and give him the best birthday he can think of. she gives him head in his office and convinces him to go home earlier so she can give him all the birthday blowjobs he wants. they’re in their own world when they wait for the elevator to arrive, too absorbed in each other to realize who stands in front of them until he clears his throat. her father appears and catches them in the act.

#risqué jjk

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fullofgutsndopamine · 28 days

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No Ones Gonna Love Me (like you did)

or: the one where you invite hasan over for dinner

FITPS!verse (masterlist soon; part of a series)

TW/ cursing, alcohol, mention of nightmares, insomnia, implied past child abuse (not graphic)

"you look like shit."

hasan huffs, rubs a hand over his face, "Yeah, i-" she don't give him time to answer, using her thumb to hold his chin up to the light, turning his face over in the lights.

"Seriously, Hasan," she shakes her head, turning his ghoulish white face in the light from side to side, "are you sleeping?"

he sighs, "yeah, i'm sleeping-"

his voice is gentle, a lie, feels bad lying to her-

"seriously, Hasan," there's concern laced in her voice, "you look like you haven't slept in years. tell me the truth, or i'll ask Amelie."

he huffs, rolls his eyes on this threat (as if Amelie doesn't run into the library every day and pull on her cardigan sleeves, "hasan said he only got one hour of sleep last night." she pauses, her eyebrows laced together, "i'm worried.")

but her hand goes from pulling at his face at all these different lights and angles to resting against the side of his face.

finally, he leans against her hand, really taking in the feeling, a gentle sigh, "Just havin' a little trouble sleeping is all, i guess."

his eyes stay shut against her hand.

her voice drops, because she knows hasan would hate if people heard this part of him:

"hasan," she says gently, "is it the nightmares again?"

he huffs, the scared part of him that hides in her when you two sleep together gone,

"'m fine, princess'" he says, takes her hand, "i promise."

brings her hand to his mouth and kisses the top of it, makes her roll your eyes but red still races to your face.

she knows in passing, of the nightmares. the way he tosses and turns in bed, sweating, gripping onto the sheets for dear life, waking up borderline hysterical, his face hidden in her so he doesn't wake Amelie up, even when he's worried he's half dying, that his parent lurks behind a doorway, down the hall, ready to pounce-

"you lie," she says simply, dropping her voice, "let me take care of you for once, come over for dinner tonight, my treat."

he sighs, rubs his eyes, "i can't. i got amelie-"

she hits his shoulder gently, "the both of you, obviously." she rolls her eyes, "you two are a package deal."

he sighs, runs his hand through his hair, "i dunno-

mentally he goes through the list of things he has to do: laundry, pack Amelie's lunch, bath time, homework-fuck, he should probably take a shower too-

but he thinks of spending half the night alone, amelie tangled in her own things to do, and the familiar ache and gnaw of loneliness pulls at his stomach-

"i'll pull out my secret weapon if i have to." she teases gently and finally, finally he smiles-

"Yeah?" he snorts, takes a step closer to you, so your bellies practically touch, "and what's that, princess?”

a large, toothy smile out of her, "Amelie." it's simply, all it takes, and he knows it, groans. one mention of her being able to go to your house for dinner and it's over for him.

"fine," he sighs, "if you're sure-"

a nod from her, "positive. five o' clock, don't be late."

and he snorts, leans in, a gentle kiss to your forehead, "five. we'll be there."

and he's walking up the stairs, hand in hand with amelie before she can second guess yourself.

the problem with inviting hasan over for dinner is mostly that fact that it's the eighth wonder of the world how she’s alive. cooking isn't her strong spot, and hasan will insist on paying if she orders food in (or she’ll find it in your running shoes day later)

so with the only plan to get home and try her best, she dips out of work early and race home, and start.

"baby," hasan sighs, has been pacing by the staircase the last ten minutes, "c'mon, we're gonna be late."

some stomping, a vague noise of something being thrown, and her voice sounds like it's stuck in something, comes back muted and far away, she yells back: "one second!"

being alone with his thoughts is dangerous.

he turns, looks in the old mirror that hangs by the closet by the front door.

fuck he thinks i need a haircut.

he adjusts his shirt sleeves. a long sleeve button down was probably too much. decides to roll the sleeve up to his elbows, hope it doesn't look too wrinkly, though it was in the back of his closet.

his jeans are the only pair he has that don't have rips or grease or any sort of black stain on them, a nicer pair (as far as stuff he owns goes), found them shoved in the back of his closet in a corner, told himself he'd never have an occasion to wear them-

"Aimes!" he yells again, deciding if he looks at himself any long he's going to overthink it and just not go-

only to be face to face with amelie.

she carries her stuffed rabbit under her arm, was hasan’s, passed down to her now ("to keep you safe'" he said gently when he gave it to her)

"i'm right here, hasan," she giggles, "here." and she passes a rubber band to him a small comb, and him, with no care in the world for being in the threshold of the door, drops to his knees and slowly combs her hair. his fingers work slowly, but delicately, a messy braid as he puts the rubber band around it-

"perfect, let's get your coat."

he stands, bundles her up, picks her up and she's on his hip, the stuffed rabbit squished between their bellies-

even though it's december, and dark early and cold, taking the truck seems like a waste of gas (and he can't convince himself to spend anymore money on gas. plus, it would take a miracle, three prayers and a sacrifice for the truck to turn on, depending on its mood)

by the time they get to her door, they're all but shivering, but she ushers them in, take the coats.

her face is pink when hasan hands his coat over, seeing him, dressed semi nicely for once, not in clothes that don't have his shops logo on it, or an old band or hockey shirt, makes you blush for some silly reason-

"you clean up nicely." she teases gently.

he sighs, pulls on his shrit, "yeah uhm. Amelie insisted-"

it's a lie, and amelie gasps, "I did-"

but he covers her mouth, "darling, i think i just saw her cat in the kitchen-"

and she gasps and is off.

"kids these days," hasan tries to laugh, but his face is pink, "you uh-" he shakes his head, "look amazing."

and now it's her turn to snort, because he's lying, has to be. she’s wearing an old apron, old stains no matter how much she’s washer it, torn and worn with age, jeans and an old reading shirt the library put together two summers ago-

"Charming, as always." she finally says, and his face is still pink.

"oh uh-here."

he holds up a small bag, and before she can argue, he rolls his eyes: "i'm a gentleman, god damn it. i can't come empty handed."

the bag contains a small bouquet of newspaper paper flowers, the kind she taught Amelie how to make a few days prior, as she was poured over the kitchen table, teaching hasan, and a small bottle of wine.

"hasan," she clicks her tongue, taking the bouquet of flowers and thinking of where to put them, turning the label of wine

he interrupts you, "none of that, i have some manners."

it quiet for a second, weighing the flowers and wine in her hand for a second, he claps his hands:

"put me to work. what's left?"

and realistically, she wanted it to be like those lazy sundays in she dreamt of with him-he sleeps in, no nightmares, wakes up well rested and ready for the day. he spends the day in, and shes by his side, amelie runs between you two-

she shakes the thought from her head, almost too pathetic-

hasan stirs the spaghetti sauce.

it was hidden in the bottom of the freezer, but is just as good as new, a recipe passed down and down until it finally got to her-

"smells amazing," hasan all but gushes, wears a pink kiss the cook apron she all but insisted he wore so he didn't ruin the nice shirt, "i hope you didn't go through too much trouble for us."

amelie giggles, on her belly in the middle of the kitchen, plays with the small kitten that usually darts inbetween your legs,

"Anything for you." she says, and she means it, smiling when she sees how he blushes and messes with his shirt sleeves.

dinner is served on plates passed down to her, but it's all the same to them. amelie sits next to hasan and talks with her hands to the two of them about school, and hasan engages the entire time, and a smile never leaves your face as you watch him in his element.

hasan insists she sits while he cleans the dishes, pours a small glass of wine as she sits on the small island. he sings along quietly to the songs on the radio, even if he doesn't know it, makes up his own lyrics as amelie dodges inbetween his legs, chasing the cat and teasing hasan-

night falls and the two collapse onto the too small couch in her front room; hasan’s legs all but fall over the edge of it, but he doesn't seem bothered, curled up between him and the couch, amelie passed out on the floor

his voices comes back low, deep with sleep, and she thought he was long passed out: "thank you, for tonight. i-i needed it."

the pad of his thumb draws circles over your cheek, the only other indication he's awake.

"always," she says gently, looking up at him, "i mean it whenever you need it."

a lazy laugh out of him, "i'll remember that, princess.”

and a few minutes later, the circles stop and a quiet snore from him, and you know you accomplished the small task.

hasan dreams of ways to make it up to you.

#caroline writes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasanabi x y/n #hasanabi x you #hasan #hasan piker fanfic #hasan piker x you #hasan x reader #hasan piker fanfiction #hasan piker fic #hasan piker imagine #hasan piker x reader #hasan piker

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luna-the-bard · 29 days

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Skeemus Main Storyline - Act II (Part 1)

The self-indulgent fan oc lore continues! Woo!

Act I <- x -> Te'rra Intermission

Samus’s ship, and, by extension, her living space, is very neat. Being a bit messy isn’t unfamiliar to her, but at large her ship is very tidy & organized. Everything has a place, or at least an “everything bin”; it’s functional. Having someone sick to care for brought a reasonable amount of chaos into this tidiness. Samus found herself cleaning at least twice as often as usual - mostly throwing out used tissues and changing sheets, but also disposing of empty IV bags and syringes and all else that is medical in nature. She had to dig up some old T-shirts and cut them in the back to make them fit around the alien’s wings, because her old clothes had to be discarded both due to wear and tear and for the purpose of decontamination.

A couple days later, after the little alien’s fever goes down, Samus notices her watching, intently, as she goes around her day. The next morning she notices all the used tissues stacked up neatly in little squares at the edge of the bed. Samus appreciates the effort. She makes a mental note to buy a small bin for paper trash to put by the bed once they get to the nearest port - she didn’t really need one before, but it would make cleaning a bit easier now. Since that moment she regularly took notice of the little ways in which her guest tried to be as low-maintenance as possible.

It comes as a shock when one night, about a week in or so, the avian makes a nest out of pillows and blankets and refuses to let Samus leave for the cockpit where she’s been sleeping. Samus has to bust out the drawing pad, because she can’t understand what the little alien is trying to say, yet, and her just aggressively patting the bed could mean pretty much anything. Samus has to make sure everything is okay.

The situation turns out to be a lot more awkward than initially assessed. Turns out her guest noticed not only the fact that Samus has been sleeping in her pilot’s chair, but also the way it had been leaving her neck and shoulders more sore with every passing day. The alien made space for her to sleep besides her - she stopped being contagious as soon as the fever went down, and Samus had just changed the sheets this morning, but she hasn’t had to share a sleeping space since her days in the Federation Police - and even there, she still had an individual bunk. On the other hand, waking up sore every morning was a real pain in the neck… Literally.

Samus makes perhaps the most uncharacteristic decision of this month - it’s only until Skeets fully recovers and she can drop her off back on Te’rra, what could go wrong?

Besides cleaning, Samus spends her time in passionate research. It takes her a week to even identify the girl’s species - the last publicly available entry on them is dating over two centuries old. Samus feels as if she uncovered an ancient relic.

She soon learns the reason behind such lack of up-to-date information: Te’rra has left the big political scene almost exactly a millenia ago, cutting all communications and public relations with the rest of the world. It takes Samus another two days to find a textbook on their language - it’s in a private library of some old philanthropist, but to Samus’s luck there's a scanned version of it uploaded online; it even has an audiobook with pronunciation guides and exercises to go along with it. She meticulously follows them all, making good progress - at least good enough to learn some basic phrases and the word “hospital”, since that’s where she was about to take Skeets (they finally got to a planet with a big enough interspecies infrastructure). Although, she also had to learn the words “new” and “clothes'', as she realized that maybe going out in public in just an oversized t-shirt (which was only held together by makeshift ties at the back, at that) might be a bad idea, and the alien’s condition was stabilized enough by now to not need an ambulance ride. As much as Samus hates the idea of leaving someone unattended inside her ship, she has to do a quick shopping run, leaving A.D.A.M. in charge until she could return with some adjustable pants and shirts that would hopefully fit the little bird. (She guesstimates a little on the bigger side, so the alien looks especially tiny in comparison to her oversized apparel. It would almost be funny if only she didn’t look so.. sad and disoriented in an unfamiliar place).

Samus spends another hour or so filling out all the paperwork for Skeets before they go out - names were one of the first things Samus established once she found that textbook, so now she knew at least who she took in, and if Skeets needed something, she could call Samus over. She arranges a taxi from the port to the hospital, so they wouldn’t have to go through the overwhelming ordeal of navigating foreign public transit.

They come back from the hospital with a portable oxygen machine and a new set of antibiotics. Samus spends the following month feeding Skeets syringes full of medication (she will never admit it, but she almost laughed at the way the little alien’s face scrunched up at the taste), studying terranian, and keeping contact with the Federation officials responsible for rehabilitation of the rescued group. Skeets asks for some textbooks to learn Common and Chozo too, catching up pretty fast with nothing else for her to do on the ship but study. She makes quicker progress with Chozo, finding unexpected similarities to her native language (they’re nothing more than a coincidence, but an advantage nonetheless). By the end of the month they can communicate somewhat well; nothing fancy or too complex, but it makes a huge difference. Skeets helps Samus with pronunciation and vice versa, so learning is going quite well.

After a follow-up at the hospital, Samus is left with a long list of physical therapy exercises for avian species and a detailed recovery plan. It’s not really a surprise that a full month of inactivity and illness would have consequences, but what it hurt the most was Skeets’s wings - she hadn’t used them since the Space Pirates’s ambush.

They spend evenings looking through various parks and recreational resorts (some of them take up entire planets!), picking and choosing what seemed best for flying. Samus suggests a couple planets with reduced gravity to start them off.

She can’t get the feeling of Skeets’s dry, warm hands in her own out of her head for the weeks to come. They go flying almost every other day - and every time, Samus makes sure to hold Skeets steady at least for the first few minutes, lest a sudden gasp of wind catch her by surprise and lead to injury. She lets go only when she’s confident that the avian is safe. (Skeets is fully capable of flying in harsher conditions, even after two months of forced inactivity. She accepts the help regardless, out of gratitude if nothing else - she doesn’t mind soothing Samus’s worries.)

As they share the bed, the awkward space gap between them grows smaller and smaller; until one night, about half a month later, Samus realizes that whenever she gets cold at night and tries to cocoon herself into the blankets, Skeets drapes one of her feathery wings over her.

Act I <- Act II p.1 -> Te'rra Intermission

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cookies-over-yonder · 10 months

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disconnected memory

Willy's forearm disintegrates into nothingness, and the effect slowly travels up to his shoulder.

Flesh shifts in colour to a dark shade of red, before crumbling into fine bits of dust that vanish into thin air.

And whatever happens to Willy… happens to Cass.

⋆ or ⋆

The spell Scary casts on Willy goes awry, and Taylor is the one who pays the price

this is the first fic for my new au: My Mom DIED... and came back as a DEMON!? a.k.a. demon!cass au!!!

shout out to @llumimoon for helping me come up with the summary and also for being my brainstorm buddy for this au (and for being amazing in general🥰💖)

ao3

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2. fear

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The tension is so thick in the catbus, Nicky could slice it with his sword.

Taylor is sitting sandwiched between Nicky and Link. He's shaking, and there's a faraway look on his face. Every time Link has said anything to him, he's neither moved nor spoken.

Nicky knows better than to even try.

Taylor is out of it, and if Nicky's being completely honest with himself, everything is kind of fuzzy for him, too.

Before Nicky knows it, he and Link are helping Taylor out of the bus because the kid still can't stand up straight.

And now, here they stand at the front door of the Swift household.

Link asks Taylor for his keys, and a second later, he fishes them out of Taylor's backpack himself.

As Link slips the key in and unlocks the door, Nicky notices that his hands have a slight tremble to them.

As soon as the door is open, Nicky's stomach drops.

This was a bad idea.

This was a bad idea, because Cassandra's laptop is open on the coffee table.

This was a bad idea, because her wedding ring is on the couch cushion.

This was a bad idea, because once they walk in, Taylor is screaming.

And sobbing.

Nick Close never screamed, and Nick Close never cried.

" Taylor! " Link calls.

He's running, despite his unsteady feet, he's running into every room. Opening and shutting doors so fast they can barely follow. This is a gigantic house.

He trips on the first step up to the second floor and yelps. Nicky and Link run over and help him up. Nicky picks him up this time, and holds him tightly, because he's keen on escaping his grasp to continue running around this house.

"What is it?" Link says, and it's at that point that Nicky realizes Taylor has been muttering something.

"Where is she?" he asks.

Link and Nicky exchange a wide-eyed glance.

"We need to—" he tries once more to squirm his way out of Nicky's grasp before settling for shouting. "Put me down! We need to find her! "

Nicky sighs lightly. "Taylor, I… I don't thi—"

"Just fucking let me keep looking!" Taylor yells, and Nicky thinks he can see his eyes glowing for a second as he glares daggers, and he feels hotter than before.

Link puts up his hands in a placating motion.

"Taylor—"

" What , Link!?" Taylor snaps.

Nicky hears Link's breath catch, and his eyes go wide. "Uh…"

"Okay, okay, we can check the other rooms slowly ," Nicky starts up the steps with Taylor in his arm. Link walks beside him, silent.

Once they're at the stop of the staircase, Taylor squirms again. "Can you put me down now?" he asks, and all the fervor he had a moment ago is diminished.

Link hands Taylor his cane—Nicky hadn't even noticed until now that he'd been holding onto it this whole time.

When Taylor's feet touch the floor, his legs wobble and he collapses against Link almost immediately.

Taylor sucks in a breath through his teeth and the hyperventilating starts up again.

"Hey, hey, hey, okay, you're okay, Taylor, you're okay" Link hushes him with a sort of half-hug while holding him steady.

Link is good with soothing words. The way he says them, the tone of his voice, his actions, his expression, it all looks so right.

Nicky has no idea how to do that.

Did he learn it from Grant?

Come to think of it, back when they were still… talking—back before the world got fucked up, Nicky remembers that while he mostly felt very little, Grant would sort of… flip-flop. It was concerning, to say the least. There would be times when the light was lost from his eyes and his words had no soul to them, and other times when Nicky would see him barely keeping his breaths steady and most of the time, failing to.

Maybe it does… make sense for Link to somewhat know how to handle something like this.

"How're your pain levels?" Link asks so softly Nicky almost doesn't hear it over his own racing thoughts.

"Really bad," Taylor mumbles.

"Okay, that's okay, maybe you should let your dad keep carrying you then, right?"

Taylor nods, so Nicky picks him up again, and he calms down the tiniest bit.

Taylor is insistent on seeing the inside of every single room himself, so Link stays close as they peek through each door and Taylor scans each room.

The last place to check is Taylor's bedroom.

Link slowly opens the door, and again, Nicky notices the way his hand shakes.

Once the door opens, Taylor squeaks. It sounds like a squeak. It's some high noise from the back of his throat.

Then he lets out a breath.

And his voice is so small when he speaks.

"I thought…"

I saw her , Nicky knows. Nicky knows all too well.

He knows, and he holds Taylor closer.

"We—we should check downstairs one more… one more…"

"Taylor, I'm sorry, she's not here," Nicky steps into Taylor's bedroom, and he can feel Taylor tense up.

"No—I—I can't… I can't…" his breathing gets fast again, and Nicky is quick to take him back out of the room.

"Okay, you're okay," Nicky says, and he takes Taylor back down the steps. Taylor looks too out of it to notice, so Nicky seizes this opportunity to shut Cass's laptop with his foot, and kick the ring off the couch and as close to the trash can as possible. He'll take care of it later.

Taylor's hands are wet and clammy holding onto the back of Nicky's neck. His mouth is agape, his eyes are wide with a faraway gaze, and his face is red and stained with tears. His breathing is still staggered, and Nicky can feel his whole body trembling violently.

This environment is probably doing more harm than good.

"I have a, uh, I have an idea," Link says, and his voice is so small it's barely audible.

And before Nicky knows it, there they are, at the Oak-Swallows-Garcia household…

…for a sleepover.

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#demon!cass au #dndads au #dndads #taylor swift dndads #nicky freeman #lincoln li-wilson #cassandra swift #angst #fic #cookies writes and cookies wrongs

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minevn · 10 months

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(I'm sorry for the mistakes) (silly) *left a note for all my clothes thieves* “Please don't steal my clothes! I’m not rich and I can’t buy new clothes every time!!!”

Minato: Doesn't steal your clothes but is shocked when you invite him over and he sees the note. "You...have people stealing your clothes?" He looks at you, mortified, shocked that stuff like that actually happens and it's happening to you. Offers to stay watch if you want him to.

Haruto: Doesn't steal your clothes, but you two probably share clothes if your clothes fit him, he also gives you his clothes often. Is also surprised when he sees the note, honestly, a bit upset he hadn't thought of doing that himself but also gets upset at himself for thinking that. "I'll buy you new clothes, how does that sound?"

Jun: Has definitely stolen your clothes, especially now that she's back in town and so close to you. Feels bad when she sees the note and returns your stolen clothes back to you, washed of course. She'll also buy you some new clothes and takes one article of clothing, she needs your smell y'know? She'll make sure to wash and return it when your scent is gone.

Hoshi: Hasn't stolen your clothes, but has definitely thought about it. Laughs so hard he falls to the floor when he reads the note you left. "People are ACTUALLY stealing your clothes?!?" Despite laughing, when he thinks about it, it ticks him off. If any one is going to be stealing your clothes, it should be HIM! He's the one dating you! "I'm buying you new clothes and getting you a safe to store them in. That, or you could come live with me and I'll beat the shit outta anyone who comes by to steal 'em"

Habiki: Hasn't thought about stealing your clothes so he hasn't done it. Doesn't notice the note until later in his visit. "Is... Is that a joke?" He points to the paper, looking disgusted. Why would anyone steal worn clothes?? After confirming it's not a joke, Habiki just sighs. "Lets get you some new clothes. Don't worry 'bout paying me back." He doesn't steal your clothes, but he tries to find the appeal about stealing worn clothes. He understands when all he smells is you. Still, you two are dating and he can smell you anytime he wants to.

Kage: He's solen your clothes so many times. He feels bad when he sees the note when he's about to steal some more clothes. He sighs and drops his plans of stealing your clothes. He heads back home and finally does the laundry, it's mostly your clothes. He'll return them back to you when he's done washing and drying them. He'll take a little something as a reward for giving you back your clothes.

Kei: He's stolen one thing of yours(your heart jk) and that's a shirt that you go to sleep in. He only ever steals that shirt. Once the scent is gone, he washes it and returns it back to you, waiting for you to wear it and get your scent all over it again. When he sees the note, he knows he's included, but definitely not the only one. Next time he goes to steal that shirt, he buys you a new shirt to wear every time and leaves you some(a lot of) money.

Yani: The main culprit honestly. He'll go to steal another article of clothing and see the note. It doesn't stop him from stealing your clothes. But the next day he returns with all your clothes that went missing months ago, but he didn't even wash them. You ask how he got your clothes, not wanting to expect the worst, but he just flat out tells you it was him before going over to you laundry basket, picking up a shirt and smelling it while telling you she likes your scent. Will ask you if you know how to turn your scent into a perfume that way Yani doesn't have to steal your clothes anymore. Still, he feels bad so he'll take you shopping, letting you know that he'll be stealing these as well after you've worn them, but at least you have all your other clothes back and Yani will start returning them to you, unwashed however.

Aki: Chokes as soon as she sees the note. Thinks it's a joke but quickly turns disgusted when she finds out it's not a joke. "That's serious, buddy. Call the police??? For now, lets get you some new clothes, don't even worry about paying me back." is so disgusted by the idea of others stealing your clothes that she stays over for a month and doesn't sleep at night, just stares at the window.

#💝-minevn #visual novel #yandere vn #🎤-asks #🐠-Minato #📙-Haruto #🎀-Jun #🍽️-Hoshi #🎻-Habiki #👤-Kage #💻-Kei #💕-Yani #🐍-Aki

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dragoncookies · 11 months

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Roller coasters!

Here’s how I think some of the KOTLC characters (The teens) would react to going on a rollercoaster at amusement parks in some AU where they do that (like a scary rollercoasters with loops and big drops and stuff).

Sophie:

She would be less terrified than you’d think. She rides Silveny all the time so she used to that kind of thing and she’s also used to human machinery so she’d be nervous but have a good time regardless, though she has her limits. She’s perfectly okay with waiting behind while others go on some life destroying roller coaster. She loves the rides that are like those swings that spin around (you know?).

Keefe:

Daredevil extraordinaire. He’d be so down to do it but you’d hear him praying for his life once the ride actually starts. Like full on confessions but once the ride is going he’d be doing that happy yell thing you do on a roller coaster. He’d also be the most likely to loose a shoe or smt on the ride.

Biana:

She would love rollercoasters and I know it. She’s the type to be smiling and laughing and enjoying the sound of her friends screaming. When you go and see the pictures she looks so happy. She’s a rollercoaster enthusiast.

Fitz:

Scared shitless. He’d squeeze his eyes shut and scream for his life. As soon as the ride stops he’d be the type of person to just flop over his seatbelt or something dramatic. His photos at the end look goofy as hell and always cause the most laughs. He still is convinced by his friends to go on every ride somehow though.

Dex:

Personally Dex would be my favorite rollercoaster enjoyer. He’d be the type to sneak food or something on there so as you’re going up the hill you just watch him whip out a meal or a board game. He’d be the type to somehow be wearing sunnies in the photo because he’d just KNOW where the cameras are.

Maruca:

She’s lowkey the most enjoyable person to go on a rollercoaster with. She’d get butterflies and you could see her get nervous about it but in a way that makes you more excited and less worried. She’d be the type of person to look at a roller coaster and say “there’s no way I’m going on that” but go on it anyways. She’d also be the type to have her hands up the whole time. Also, in line, she’d sit down and start crocheting something. For real.

Tam:

It’s not for him :/.He wanted to go on one once to be with Linh and didn’t show any fear for the sake of others but when the ride was done he’d fainted! He may or may not throw up after riding rollercoasters. He still goes to amusement parks with friends because he carries all their stuff and looks great in a visor.

Linh:

So excited about rollercoasters. She’s kind of like Biana in that they make her laugh but she does not have an endless appetite for rollercoasters. She got a lil ambitious and went on four in a row and threw up (like Tam did) but she wasn’t fazed and went on another half an hour later. A true trooper. She likes watching the world do a lil spin on loop-de-loops (spelling?).

Wylie:

An ambitious rollercoaster consumer and tries to predict where the cameras are so he can make sure to have a comically stoich face. He likes to sit next to Dex so his poker face stands out more in photos. He’d definitely panic while up there but love the thrill! He wasn’t a natural rollercoaster daredevil but built up his stamina. He’d also be the one to help convince other people who don’t want to go on the rollercoaster to yolo and try it.

Marella:

Do I even have to write this? She’s literally out there risking her life to go on the most horrifying rollercoasters. Some rollercoasters even relax her. I’m scared of her. She LOVES spilling the HOTTEST TEA while waiting in line too.

Stina:

Super skeptical about the human technologies. Consistently doubting the whole time in line, but she’d have such a good time on a rollercoaster she’d have to admit they’re not so bad. She won’t go on ALL rollercoasters, she does decently well. She’d be the type of person to squeeze your hand or need to like hug someone while the rollercoaster is going. It’s not so bad ngl.

Thanks for reading all of it. Like seriously you made it to the bottom congrats.

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anditvanisheslikemist · 8 months

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October 9 - Allergies

From this prompt list. Last year; this year; AO3 (where they will eventually end up).

In hindsight, it really wasn't surprising that everyone in their neighborhood had picked what was probably the last warm, sunny Saturday of the year to mow their lawns. And it was probably also foreseeable that enough leaves had fallen that their dust was getting kicked up through the mower just as much as the grass clippings, which were always bad enough.

Nico was watching from the window, nose twitching in sympathy as he watched Matty's head jerk down repeatedly as he pushed the mower. He'd already gotten everything set up in their bedroom: the air filter on its highest setting, Benadryl and water on the bedside table, a fresh towel on the hook next to the shower, lights set on low. What he would really like to do is be able to mow his damn lawn so that Matty didn't have to be tormented by the one thing he was seriously allergic to every week, but Nico wasn't not allergic to it, and the odds that him trying would lead to an asthma attack were just too high. He'd been trying to convince Matty for the two years they'd owned the house to just hire some neighbor kid to mow for them, but Matty had always been too stubborn to agree.

Maybe this time would finally get him to change his mind.

- - -

huh... dDTT! h'dTCH! ngxxt'chh! ddt! hhhhh... NGXT!

Matty's eyes are worryingly swollen, and he's got his hand clamped firmly over his nose, not even letting go between sneezes, which just keep coming with barely time to breathe in between.

"Okay," Nico says, closing the door after him and ushering him upstairs. "Shower. Here we go."

Jupiter trails after them with a whine of worry, and Nico gives her some extra pets before shutting the bedroom door. He'll let her in later, once Matty's settled, but right now she's likely to knock him over by trying to get in between his legs when he can barely see to walk anyway.

Matty turns on the shower and drops his grass-and-leaf covered clothes with his eyes still mostly closed. Nico tells him to wait a second before stepping into the shower spray, and brings him the Benadryl and water. Once Matty's in, stifled sneezes echoing off the shower walls, Nico picks up the clothes and takes them straight to the washer, where a load of other clothes that need heavy-duty washing is already ready to go. Jupiter tags along as soon as he comes out of the bedroom door, and looks up at him as he puts the clothes in with a forceful t'CHIEW! He delays the cycle by half an hour to so that the laundry isn't going at the same time as the shower, and goes back to the bedroom and sits on the bed until Matty emerges from the bathroom.

"Better?"

Matty shrugs, rubbing at his eyes. His breathing has a ragged edge to it.

"Okay." He gets up. "Lie down."

Matty grumbles in a way that means where are you going?, but piles up the pillows and lies down under just a sheet.

Nico comes back with a wet, cool washcloth and lays it over Matty's eyes. Matty gives a shaky exhale and reaches for his hand.

NIco laces their fingers and kisses Matty's knuckles, then runs his other hand through Matty's wet hair. He hadn't even really dried off from the shower, just dropped his wet towel on the floor. "I know mowing our lawn is a point of pride, but.."

Matty groans. "No. Yeah. We can hire somebody next year." He sniffs hard, and coughs, and Nico adjusts the washcloth on his face.

"I'll hold you to it. Do you want me to let Jupiter in?"

"You know she'll go right on the bed."

"Hey, if that's what you need, I can handle the extra dander tonight. It's only fair."

"Thank you," Matty says hoarsely. Nico squeezes his hand and gets up to let Jupiter in; sure enough, she settles right into Nico's spot and starts licking Matty's face.

"I'm gonna go get dinner figured out," Nico tells him. "I'll be back in a bit." He stands in the doorway, though, watching Matty's hand move steadily over Jupiter's head where it's lolled on his chest, stray puppy-kisses catching him on the chin, until Matty's breathing starts to even out and his hand slows. "Have a good nap."

#sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz #hindsight 'verse #anditvanisheslikemist writes #october prompts

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twosroos · 2 years

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All Grown Up [Chapter Five]

roos says ! a bit of me rushing the plot, adding in some jake for fun, and just fuckin around bc why not >:)

desc: Bob's gone for a few days on a trip, it goes great until it suddenly doesn't.

fluff, angst

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, jake "hangman" seresin

TWs: mentions of past abuse, panic attacks

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

Today was Monday, and Robby would be out of town from around noon today, to about four on Wednesday to visit mutual friends of yours he hadn’t seen in years. You would’ve gone— loving the group to death, but it was too close to your derby on Friday and the Fourth of July party only a few days later. Today was also the first day of summer camp for both of your sisters, they were only going for July, just as you and Bob had done almost three decades prior. So, you had to spend the morning coaxing them into going. Now, the four of you stood at the entrance to the little family-owned summer camp, you kneeling in the dirt to give Genevieve a big hug while Molly clung to her brother's leg.

“You just got back!” She whined, punching his thigh. Bob laughed and kneeled, forcing her to step back.

“And I’ll be back, Molly.” He smiles, pulling her into his chest, “I promise. You’ll see me on Friday. It’s just a few days of orientation."

“Rob…” Molly whines and you laugh as Genevieve goes over and grabs her hand.

“C’mon. We have to go. Bobby will be here when we get back. Just like my sister!” Genevieve smiled, dragging Molly over. Seemingly begrudgingly accepting her fate, Molly walked alongside her best friend. The two girls waved goodbye to both of you as they walked away, their counselor kneeling to talk to them and give them big hugs as she greeted them. Once the two were safely tucked into the wooded entrance of summer camp, you jiggled your keys to signal Bob to stand back up. He did, with flushed cheeks, and the two of you walked back to your single cab pickup. You and Bob played old country music as you drove back home, silence enveloping you.

When you pull into the driveway, Bob turns the music down before you shut off the car and you turn to him.

“How… I—“ Bob sighs, “I wish I had been there for Molly when she was growing up.”

The sentence hits you like a train. You knew that he’d come home when Molly was born and tried to send her gifts and stuff every birthday or major event, but he’d missed a lot of his younger sister's life. It hadn’t occurred to you just how much it would affect.

“You still have a lot of time,” you try and offer, “she’s only five, Robby. I don’t remember much before my seventh birthday.”

“I know. But she’s gonna be in camp by the time I’m leaving again.” he buries his head in his hands and sighs heavily, “I mean this time I’ll only be gone for around two months but still, it sucks.”

“Are you going over your— well, our birthdays?” You ask. Your birthday was one day before Bob’s, it was the reason you became friends in the first place.

“Yeah. We’ll be in Nevada this time I’m pretty sure.” He laughs, "It's weird, soon I'll probably have spent just as many birthdays in random places as my own home."

"I hate that one day that'll be right." You huff, using a bit of shoulder force to knock open your door so you can get out. Bob follows suit, and when he says goodbye an hour or so later he gives you a spine-breaking hug while he promises he'll be back on Wednesday. And while you promise him you'll save him and his friend's seats at your derby, you successfully resist the urge to press a gentle kiss to his skin.

The pining is one-sided, you remind yourself as you bitterly think with a bright smile on your face as you wave goodbye to Bob in his truck, that kiss years ago meant nothing, and never will. Even if you desperately wish it did.

Tuesday passes without an issue. You drop the girls off at summer camp and they bounce off with promises to be good and be in one piece when you pick them up at nine that night. You go to lessons, train a few kids, then go home and practice with your mom and both of your horses until a quick left-over dinner around eight. When you pick the girls up from camp, Molly shows you a little painting of a plane she made for her brother. It's cute, though definitely not what a jet-- a Hornet, you think you heard Bob call it once while regaling a story, looks like. When the girls go to bed, you stay up with your mother and Jenny to start preparing everything possible for the party that was coming around the corner faster than you could realize. It was a week away, and you’d be spending every waking minute either at work, training at home, or working on food or decorations for the party.

Your derby, or competition as your mother called it, was during Friday's annual Fourth of July fair. Which didn't run on the fourth, it ran the last weekend of June. It always had. At the annual fair, they hosted three events you were helping train for, barrel racing, calf roping, and bull riding. You had done the first two since the end of high school, plus having ridden horses your whole life, but for the bull riding you mostly just made sure no one died to a rouge bull at any given moment. The farm you trained at— Cherry Lake Farm and Lessons, also offered bull riding, which is where Bob had done it a few times in high school but never enough to be in any sort of rodeo. Just like your horse riding. Now you helped about five people train their skills of riding bulls, even if the idea of riding a bull scared the daylight out of you and you were gonna be riding in the fair. You felt all grown up, living out dreams you never saw in yourself as a kid.

On Wednesday morning, you’d left home at around eight forty, assuring your mom you would help her set up the day before the party. She’d already opened up the two barns and the chicken coop with your sister before driving her and Molly to camp after you'd left, so you were able to soak in those extra thirty or so minutes of sleep before your body automatically woke you up and told you to get going. Usually, on work mornings, you'd drop the girls off at camp, but not today. Today, you rode your truck the short but sweet thirty miles to work, stopping at a local gas station to fuel up and grab some breakfast as you did every morning you worked. Everything seemed to be going perfect, the sun was warm, not hot, it’s cool enough to roll down your windows without the sun making you sweat, it’s so nice you don’t even run your air conditioner, and the bagel you got was better than any breakfast bagel you’d had there before.

Then you see Shannon standing at the stables with her arms crossed when you pull up to teach lessons.

Your stomach drops to your feet, and then through the floor of your truck, through the gravel driveway, and through to the center of the Earth— or hell as your mom would say. You park your truck in your usual spot under a willow tree, and sit there for a moment, contemplating even getting out to face her. Inevitably, you do, noticing you don’t have much more than twenty minutes before you need to clock in. So, you bite the bullet and turn off your truck, collecting your items in a small tote you sling over one shoulder before you hop out of your truck and use the key to lock it. As soon as you approach her, the rocks sounding your movement, Shannon turns to see you.

“Miss Lees?” you call, walking over slowly. She pauses, gaping, before shifting from foot to foot nervously. This is exactly how she had reacted to meeting you in person the first time, the day you had to move out of Mike’s shitty apartment. It makes your stomach slick.

“Y/n. Hey.” She says back, “I wanted to catch up with you a bit since we’re all back home for a few weeks.”

You tilt your head, one hand resting slightly inside your tote where you can toy with the fabric of your hat's rim, “y’all are back home?”

“Me and my brothers.” She murmurs and if your stomach can drop further, it does. It makes you want to vomit, the idea of Mike being near you. His hometown was around forty-five minutes away, Chris had told you Mike and Shannon would move back at some point, you had hoped it would be after the party.

“He’s trying to come to the party, isn’t he?” you murmur and she nods, rocking from foot to foot again as she rubs her shoulder with a bite to her lip.

“Shannon he can’t, Robby’s back and he’ll kill ‘em.” you rub your face, sighing heavily, “Shannon.”

“I needed to come here to tell you, I tried swinging by your house but you weren’t home. I came straight here.” You curse, seeing the genuine panic on Shannon’s face. Everything starts to come crashing on you, but you set your jaw and nod to her.

“I’ll tell my parents, and Tom, and Jenny.” You huff out, turning when you see a familiar black pick-up rolling up. You cannot place who owns it for the life of you but you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Y/n,” Shannon murmurs, and before you can turn to her your attention is grabbed by your phone vibrating. When you check it, the name Jake Seresin states back up at you.

The truck is Mike’s.

You pick up the call and send Shannon a look, mouthing the old safe word you’d come up with— oatmeal. You’d never say it otherwise, since you didn’t eat oatmeal, and she nodded and rushed over to Mike’s truck. You weren’t sure if he was driving it, because you knew Chris was using it for a while, but goddamnit you weren’t about to get fucked over without any chance of defending yourself.

“Seresin?” you call, waving hello to your boss as you slip into the office beside her. She flashes you a smile, and even if you can tell she wants to, doesn’t comment when you rush to your little shared office in the back and lock the door.

“Mike’s in—“

“— I know.” you groan, “his trucks at my job.”

“What?” Jake says before you hear him pull the phone back and shout, “Rooster! What the fuck— no, stop that.”

“His truck is parked outside my job right now, Seresin. And Shannon’s talking to either him or Chris who’s driving it. I have a fucking derby in two days, so much training and planning to do, and I don't have time to get sidetracked by my old abuser!" You shout, throwing yourself down onto the office chair and bringing your face into your knees, "What time do you get here tomorrow?"

"Real early," Jake says, "But he's there?"

"Him or Chris." You restate and you hear Jake curse. There are sounds of shuffling, someone asking what's wrong before you hear a bell jingle and the sound of waves comes over the phone-- along with the wind.

"Y/n. Shannon's there, right? She told me she was going to find you." Jake's voice falls into the serious tone you remember him using when you'd met him in Texas. He was a flirty guy, who loved joking around and living off adrenaline, but he got serious when he needed to.

"Shannon's here, she told me they are all home for the holiday." You look at the wall of medals, trying to keep yourself calm as you reread the names on the golden, silver, and bronze painted medals and the multicolored ribbons that decorated the walls with their respective trophies.

"So she can help you, right? And, Bob's driving back right now, I'm sure of you call him--" You're not entirely sure when Jake was filled in that his Bob was your Robby, but it made this a thousand times easier.

"If Bob steps foot on this property, and Mike's the one driving the truck, I'll have to talk to the cops after witnessing a murder." You deadpan and Jake snorts.

"Alright, look, stay wherever you are that's safe, okay? Do the breathing things Chris would do with you, and if anything happens you don't call anyone other than the police." He says and you gulp, nodding.

"Okay."

Jake sighs, "I have to go, training calls, but text me when everything's sorted."

"I will," You smile, small, "Thanks, Jake."

"Of course, Y/n. Your brother-- or your sisters, would kill me if I didn't help you." He says and that makes you laugh, even if your chest tightens and you can feel a panic attack coming onto you. Obviously, you don't want to keep Jake away from his work, so you bid him goodbye as happily as you can fake with cherry laughter and jokes before the world comes in on your as you press the end call button. You end up nearly dry-heaving on the floor, hands pressed to your face as you sob, biting back every exhale or inhale that you can, trying to be as quiet as possible. You feel like you're dying, the feeling of your lungs contristing making your chest burn.

Hands are on your shoulders, pressing into them, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You panic, pulling away, crying and blubbering nonsense in your panicked state, and though the person lets go of you, they keep a hand on your back. It's grounding, and the voices over your head begin to blur and unblur until you find it easier to listen to the counting someone keeps repeating. It's Shannon, your brain realizes a second later and you fully relax, leaning onto the person who'd grabbed you in the first place, assuming it's your boss.

Once you've calmed down enough to reattach your brain to reality, you blink the unshed tears away and wipe your face, thanking Shannon as she hands you a few tissues, then moves the trashcan over to throw them out, then gives you hand sanitizer and facial wipes to wipe down your face. The person holding you doesn't speak for a really long time, even after Shannon tells you it was Chris the whole time and then assures you that your emotions are valid and that feeling them at that moment was okay. Though you haven't had a panic attack about Mike in such a long time, you're sure that half of this meltdown was also just part of built-up stress. Then, you look to see who's holding you, since you feel back enough to do so and you nearly throw yourself away from him.

Holding you, one arm wrapped tight around each side of you, is Robert-fucking-Floyd. Who wasn't supposed to be home for another two hours.

He sheepishly smiles.

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