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Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 19] Moving Out

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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“That’s all, I think.” Toji says as he loads up the last box into the moving truck. The day has finally come, Toji is finally moving out. You’ve been dreading this moment more than anything. You really can’t do anything about it, either way.

You’re still in a relationship with Toji, and you’re happy with him, you shouldn’t be upset. He’s just moving away, and he promises that he’ll see you as much as possible until you finally get married and move in together. That’s what he says at least, and of course you choose to believe it.

“Are you staying with us for the weekend? You know we’d love to have you.” Toji asks, watching as you awkwardly stand by his car. You agreed that you’d drive his car to his new house while he drives the moving truck that he rented for the day.

“I didn’t pack anything, so–” You begin to answer, but that’s not a good enough excuse for Toji. He doesn’t care how long he has to wait, he’ll wait for you.

“So, you have to go upstairs to get some stuff for the weekend. Megumi and I will wait for you, isn’t that right, bud?” Toji looks down at his little one, and Megumi nods in response. Megumi will do just about anything to have you by his side, it’s no surprise. You smile at your boys before turning on your heel to go upstairs.

You’re only staying for a night so you shouldn’t really go overboard with packing but you still do. You could last a week in Toji’s house with clean clothes, and you take your sweet time packing as well– Toji grows impatient, and he shows his annoyance when you go back outside.

“Did you go to the store too or something? Why the hell did it take so long?” Toji’s clear annoyance makes you laugh.

“I thought you wanted me to accompany you? Does waiting a couple of minutes make you change your mind?” You respond, and Toji rolls his eyes. Megumi runs to your side, and you take his hand. “Let’s go, baby. This old man is getting annoying.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll see you two later.” Toji says, walking to the truck. You chuckle as you lead Megumi to his father’s car. You get the little boy into his booster seat (although he claims that he’s old enough to sit in the front with you), and you begin your drive to Toji’s new home. You have no idea why or how Toji trusts you enough to drive to his new house with his son nonetheless; he gave you a couple of driving lessons over the past couple of months, and during a very lucky day, you got your license. You’re still not the best driver although Toji claims that you’re a good one.

“Are you excited to live in your new home, Megumi?” You ask, your eyes going to the rearview mirror to look back at Megumi. He’s looking out the window, watching as the familiar passage turns unknown.

“Will you be with me?” He replies, and you chew on your cheek, wondering how you’ll answer that. Yes… But no. Not in the way that you are now. You won’t see Megumi everyday anymore and you won’t be next door to him so he can run to you whenever he needs something. But you’ll still be one call away, and you’ll find the fastest route to get to him whenever he needs you. And Toji too.

“I will be, Megumi. I just won’t be a door away.” You answer, and that’s good enough for Megumi since he stopped listening after you assured him that you will be with him. You’re still seeing him on weekdays since Toji is still leaving him at daycare with you. Things are changing, but it’s not a drastic change. The only main difference is that Toji won’t be next door. You’re still upset about the changes though.

“Can we listen to music?” Megumi asks, and you hum in response before turning on the radio.

Toji’s new home needs some renovations, at least that’s what you notice at first glance. But it has potentia, and without noting the defects of the exterior, it’s a beautiful home. When you get to the front, Toji is already unloading his boxes and putting them in the garage.

“Where are we?” Megumi asks, his little eyes staring at his new home.

“This is your new home, Megumi.” You inform him as you turn off the car. He tilts his little head, his hands and face pressing against the car window. He fogs up the window as he breathes on it, and you notice it when you get out of the car and open the door for him. You get him out of the car, and ask him, “Do you like it?”

“It’s big.” Is all that he really notices about the home. Toji told you that the house also has a big backyard, and you know Megumi is going to be over the moon when he notices that it’s part of his home.

“You two are so slow!” Toji yells when he finally notices you and Megumi. You can’t help but laugh as you grab Megumi’s hand and walk to the garage to join Toji. Toji crosses his arms when you’re next to him, and he clicks his tongue before shaking his head in disappointment, “I’ve been waiting here for a while.”

“But were you really?” You respond and Toji lets out a chuckle, which is your answer. He just got here as well. Toji picks up Megumi from the floor, kissing his forehead before asking,

“You want a tour of your new home, buddy?” And Megumi nods in response. Toji holds Megumi with one arm, while his free hand goes to your own, intertwining your fingers together before Toji drags you inside. Megumi has an option to decline, you don’t. Your first stop is the kitchen, and it’s extremely nice– You expected the rest of the home to be like the exterior, but at first glance, the interior is almost perfect. It’s rather colorful, with sage green cabinets and white oak floors. Toji then says, “I’ve been working on the inside myself… And with some help.”

“I love it.” You tell him, which brings a smile to his lips. He seeks for your approval more than anything, so hearing that you like the place overfills him with joy.

Toji drags you around, showing you the living room, the dining room, his bedroom, and Megumi’s bedroom which he painted Megumi’s favorite color (which Megumi still doesn’t comprehend it’s his room). Everything is bare for the moment, but you know that they’ll make it their perfect home in a matter of days. Megumi notices the big backyard from the view that the sliding glass door gives him. He runs to the door, dirtying it with his hands as he looks outside.

“Can I play there?” Megumi asks, and Toji has the biggest smile on his face because he can say yes. Megumi can do absolutely anything he wants. Well obviously not anything he wants because Toji will enforce rules, but if Toji didn’t want to enforce those rules, Megumi is free to do whatever.

“Yeah, you can.” Toji answers, opening the door to let Megumi outside. There isn’t much that Megumi can do to help, so it’s best to just let him outside to help. Toji looks at the dirty glass door, clicking his tongue, “That little rascal is already getting the house dirty.”

“He’s just really excited, Toji. You know how he is.” You tell Toji, wrapping your arms around his waist, nestling into his embrace. Toji kisses the top of your head, hugging you back with so much adoration. If it weren’t so soon in your relationship, he would ask you to move in with him.

“His excitement better not ruin my new house.” Toji says, and you chuckle. You look up at him with a smile before you press your soft lips against his. Toji feels his cheeks get hot– And fuck, he hates it but he also loves it… He’s just embarrassed that he would fold so easily for you. Toji licks his lips before clearing his throat and telling you, “There’s one room that you have yet to see.”

“Is there?” You respond, knowing damn well that you’ve been staring at the door that’s right next to Megumi’s room. You know it isn’t the bathroom since Toji gave you a thorough tour of the house. Toji grabs your hand and leads you to the final room, and you’re not exactly impressed when he opens it. Just another empty room. It’s similar to Megumi’s room, but it lacks color. You raise your brow before asking, “A guest room?”

“What do you think about a nursery?” He replies which makes your eyes go wide. You then furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“A nursery?” You ask, and he nods in confirmation. A lot of questions run through your mind but the first words that leave your lips are, “I thought you didn’t want more kids.”

“I’ve thought about it and… The idea of having a baby with you makes me happy– Whether it’s our own or adopted or whatever. Just another member of the family… Plus, Megumi wouldn’t mind having someone to play with.” Toji tells you, and a foolish smile comes to your lips. Yeah… Toji and Megumi are your family now. And you’re so happy with that. You clear your throat before saying,

“Let’s go. You have a lot of boxes to unload.”

Toji doesn’t have a lot of furniture, which is how you find yourself sitting on the floor, watching a movie that Megumi picked up. Toji doesn’t have the money to get all necessary furniture right away since he’s saving up for other stuff that’s more important than a couch. Either way, Megumi doesn’t mind sitting on the floor in his pajamas to watch a movie, and neither do you.

You lay your head on Toji’s lap, your eyes feeling heavy as you watch the kids’ movie. Toji caresses your arm, focusing on the movie which he has taken a liking to. If it was up to him, he’d throw a few curses here and there but it’s not a bad movie– At least not compared to other stuff that Megumi has put on the TV.

“You like the movie?” Toji asks, looking down at you. You’re almost falling asleep, and it makes him chuckle. It’s not even late, you’re just so tired after helping them out (even though Toji doesn’t think that you did all that much anyway).

“Yeah… It’s good.” Your words come out slurred as your eyes shut on their own. Within minutes, you’re asleep on his lap. He looks at his son, and he’s surprised that Megumi is still wide awake, though maybe he shouldn’t be so shocked because they’re watching a movie that Megumi picked.

“Are you almost ready to go to bed, Megumi? I’m getting tired.” Toji fakes out a yawn since he’s not really tired, but he just wants to put you to bed and lay down with you. Of course Megumi knows that it isn’t his bedtime yet, so he shakes his head in response. One thing about Megumi is that he’ll refuse to go to bed until his bedtime, even when he’s halfway asleep.

“I’m not tired. It’s early.” Megumi responds, which makes Toji roll his eyes. It feels like Toji can’t assert authority without being mean to his son, which is not something that he wants to do but it’s the only way Megumi listens. But Toji has learned of the great art of bribery, and maybe it isn’t the best way to raise his son but sometimes he needs to make his life easier.

“If you go to bed now, I’ll let you have ice cream for breakfast.” Toji says, and Megumi takes a long second to think about it. That’s a tempting offer, but is he willing to turn off his movie for it? “You can finish it tomorrow morning, c’mon, let’s go to bed. Your old man is tired.”

“Fine. But you better add sprinkles!” Megumi finally agrees, and Toji will take as much as he can get. He does have to wake up earlier than Megumi to go to the store and get the ice cream and sprinkles, but he’ll get it. Toji takes the remote and turns off the screen, and Megumi pouts as he stands up.

Megumi begins to walk to Toji’s room, and Toji doesn’t have the heart to tell him that they’ll be sleeping in different rooms from now on. Well, it’s not necessary for them to separate so early. Toji doesn’t need a lot of privacy anyway, plus he loves sleeping with his baby boy. Not that he’d ever admit that, he’d just accuse Megumi of being a scaredy cat and having nightmares.

Toji picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, though you’re lightly sleeping so you’re awakened by him. He’s looking down at you, watching you open your eyes. He smiles at you– Fuck, his smile is awful but you love it. You could watch him smile all day long.

“Go back to sleep.” He tells you as he puts you down on his futon. You keep your eyes on him, for some reason not being able to look away. He’s about to walk away to get you a blanket, but your hand wraps around his ankle to stop him from walking away.

“Toji…” You begin and he looks at you with pure confusion. You really didn’t want to be the first one to say it, but you’re half-asleep, realizing how lucky you are to have him with you. Toji is the ideal man for you. “I love you, Toji.”

His eyes widen, completely shocked at your confession. It takes a minute for it to process in his mind before he kneels down beside you and begins to kiss your face. Megumi, who watches everything, has to stop his father before he kills you with all the kisses. Toji grabs your hand, giving it a light squeeze before responding, “I love you too. So so much.”

It’s a simple confession, yet his heart is overfilled with joy. He never expected to hear it again from a woman, much less from a woman he loves so dearly.

“What about me?” Megumi cries, somewhat interrupting the sweet moment, but he makes it sweeter. Toji shifts his attention to his son and attempts to hug him, but Megumi pushes him away. Megumi wasn’t talking to Toji.

“Come here, Megumi. Lay down next to me.” You pat the space next to you, and Megumi lays down beside you, allowing you to hug him. You kiss the top of his head. “I love you, my little gumi bear.”

“I love you too.” Megumi answers. You stare at the back of his head before looking at Toji, a smile on your face when you realize that he just kneels beside you in awe.

His family feels complete again.

Somewhat.

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Twenty-Three

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: Another update this week?? I'm as shocked as anyone else, but hopefully this one will make up a little for the last! It's longer and a little less, um, idk, I can't say emotional?? because that would be a lie:/ Still, there are some developments! Also, it'll make sense a lot later but the 2nd image and the use of a Ride song are used in this one!

Hope you enjoy! Also thank you for all the love on this current series, it means a whole lot and keeps me writing xx

Warnings: similar to that of the last post! so pls look back there if you'd like to know!:)

> Last update: look back here if you'd like!

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“I said no.”

Stressed was a feeling beyond words at this point. The past couple of days all I’d had was press hounding at me, calling and texting, emailing at all hours of the fucking day. They wouldn’t let up, even after I’d stayed silent. Adi reckoned it was mostly down to Teddy’s involvement in the whole thing. I didn’t want to think much more about it, although I knew she wasn’t wrong.

“Give me a reason at least?"

I shot a scathing glare over my shoulder before turning back to the filing system I’d taken to reorganising. It was my first morning back at the studio since... yeah, well Finn had Teddy- another factor to my current load of stress- whilst Adi was off doing something or other. I hadn’t asked, fearful of putting more of a strain on her current friendship- relationship??- with Ross, so instead I’d just chosen to tidy and rearrange the entire setup we had going on here. Because that was perfectly normal. And not a fucking way to evade talking or thinking about the mess that was my life. Okay?

“I don’t need a fucking reason, I just don’t want to.” I retorted, hissing slightly when I suddenly cut my thumb on the edge of a document. I withdrew my hand quickly and raised it towards my mouth, letting my eyes slip close for a moment when I heard a footfall step closer.

“Let me see.” Jamie sighed, probably thinking I’d done something worse to my hand than just a papercut. To be fair, the cabinet was old. One of them filing types from the ninety’s that we’d gotten for a score down at some boot sale, so I wouldn't be surprised if one of us did eventually end up losing an arm.

I shook my head and pushed the cabinet drawer closed, “It’s fine, just a papercut.”

Jamie huffed an amused chuckle before settling down on the edge of the desk nearby. It was Adi’s, you could tell from the sheer amount of shit she had accumulating it.

“One thing after another with you.”

My head tilted towards him with a deadened expression, “Ha ha.”

The older man raised his hands up in a mocking surrender, showing he hadn’t meant any real harm. “Too soon?”

I kicked at the toe of the leather boots he wore in retort as I moved towards the kitchenette, aware that he was just trying to lighten my horrendous mood but not really in the right mind for it.

“You want a brew?” I asked, not bothering to give him an honest reply to that question of his. Too soon? Yes, that was all too fucking true.

“Have a coffee if there’s one going.”

I dipped my head in a slight nod, filling the kettle and setting it to boil before snagging the coffee often reserved for guests on the show from a shelf nearby.

Jamie moved to better face me on Adi’s desk as I did so, wearing that same expression he’d turned up in, all concerned and weary. It bothered me a bit, seeing as though it was all I had garnered since the press had had their field day with my life, but I could also understand why. They all just seemed to feel for the idiot stupid enough to fall into another of Matty Healy’s traps.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” He wondered around a light chortle at my demand, hands falling to rest between his thighs.

I gestured towards his face whilst I poured a splash of milk into my mug, “Looking at me like that, like I’m gonna break or something.”

With a sigh, he pressed his lips together. “You know it’s not like that.” I rolled my eyes in return but he just bounded on, “You know it’s not, I just care is all.”

I forced out a breathless chuckle, “That why you’re here trying to get me to hear him out then?”

To be fair to him, Jamie had come right out with it when he’d first popped by, having messaged me asking after my whereabouts earlier this morning. I’d told him, having spoken to him quite a bit over the last couple days, and then found him on the doorstep.

Jamie had been good with everything. He’d let me vent, rally against one of his friends and clients, question his own motives- and hadn’t even complained one bit. But now he was here asking me to give Matty a chance, a lot like he’d done that first time around in that small cafe all those months ago.

“I know you’re angry, you have every right to be.”

“Of course I’m fucking angry!” I immediately shot back at him, the rattle of the teaspoon ringing out as I dropped it into a mug, “I wouldn’t care if it had just been me he’d gone and fucked over! But he brought Teddy into this shit, Jamie. My son! So tell me, how am I supposed to hear him out after he’s done something like that and then lied about it? For weeks, mind you.”

Jamie looked back at me, wearing that ‘this meant business’ mug of his. I slumped at the sight, pressing my knee against one of the lower cabinets to continue stirring the drinks. I didn’t care, I didn’t care, I didn’t care.

“There’s a lot you don’t know, Mouse.”

My eyes slipped closed at his words and I took a second to just breathe. Because I wasn’t angry, not really. I was hurt and humiliated, and just so fucking sad. Fed up with it all, if I was being honest. Enough so that I knew that Jamie was being truthful here- and not just because it was a fact that I hadn’t spoken to Matty since things had fallen apart, but also because I hadn’t had the heart to ask Teddy about things yet. Or if ever.

The kid was four. Four, and asking after a man every night before he fell asleep and then as soon as he opened his eyes the next morning.

He knew something was up, he was smart like that. But what was I meant to do- to say? When I was just as confused as he was.

I’d ended up leaving him with Finn today, having had no other choice in the situation because the nursery was closed for an inset day, or some shite like that, and it seemed I had no other friends than the few around me.

Could quite literally count the lot of them on one hand.

But still, Finn and I’s relationship had still been rather rocky after that whole incident with him and Matty, and hadn’t improved since. In fact, he’d been a little unbearable about everything, always one to toot his own horn whenever he was right about something. But it was always slyly and I couldn’t help but feel as though it was a constant dig, like even when he wasn’t commenting on it he was still thinking it whenever he looked at me.

Which felt so horrible to think, let alone say out loud. He was my best friend. So I’d kept my mouth shut and just dealt with it, like I did everything else in life.

“He’s messed up about it.” Jamie then spoke, his voice having startled me a tad, breaking me out of my musings. He was watching me again, only when he did it, it didn’t feel as condescending as everyone else's. Like he understood my position. And I guessed that he probably sort of did.

“I bet.” I scoffed quietly, an airy titter escaping through my nose, and then I turned to toss my teabag away.

“It’s true.” Jamie shrugged, then nodded in thanks when I pushed a coffee his way. “He’s been ‘round Ross’s ever since shit hit the fan, hasn’t left the flat. Driving the lot of us mad, but he’s torn up, Mouse.”

Tongue in cheek, I wrapped my hands around my cup and propped my hip up against the counter, staring into the still swirling liquid. “Serves him right, I guess.” I replied with a soft shrug of my own, though we both knew I didn’t quite mean it.

Jamie looked over towards one of the windows to the right, most of them were either way too long or too tiny for the space, an odd build, but this particular one gave way to the skyline lying over the remainder of the city. I often wondered what the lower levels might look out at, thinking it was probably the majority of the surrounding buildings, and couldn’t help but feel a little thankful that we’d managed to snag this unit.

When he glanced back over at me, I took a sip and let him speak.

“A lot went on, that much I know, and it’s your choice how you deal with it. But, I saw the two of you. I saw him change. Which is stupid to say, I know, but it doesn’t stop it from being true. He was different with you, he actually tried in other aspects of his life and not just with the band and the music. He looked genuinely happy.” He smiled softly at the eye roll I gave, but it didn’t appear to deter him. “Don’t get me wrong, I know you didn’t fucking cure him. Don’t work like that, does it? But you helped. You and Teddy both.”

I looked away then, back towards the window, unable to really help it, and instead allowed my eyes to trail over the clouds which powdered the dusty blue sky.

“It was different. Things were different, and I know that there was love there. There couldn’t not have been. The way he looked at you…” Jamie shook his head ever so slightly as he breathed out, unaware of just how deeply his words had cut. But then he peered over at me and I found myself already looking back, air caught somewhere in the swell of my lungs.

“Don’t.” I choked out, the grip on my mug having tightened tenfold. “Just,” I shook my head.

Jamie put his coffee down on the desk and moved to stand, hands raised to convey he wasn't a threat. “I’m not saying this to hurt you more, love. Just telling you how I saw it.”

I licked at my lower lip, casting my eyes downwards. Our silence stretched and all could be heard was the odd car horn and chirp from beyond the walls of the studio, until-

“Anyone here?”

I blinked back the tears which had started to well in my eyes and sniffed, head shooting up just in time to spot a familiar giant ducking their head under the beam of the doorway, limbs following right after.

George entered but then stopped short when he spotted his manager stood by me, and I laughed to myself at the way the pair of them seemed to eye one another, before stepping in, “Didn’t hear you ring the buzzer.”

Kind eyes darted over to find my soft smile then, welcoming him in, and so George finally moved in closer, laying the jacket he wore to rest over one of the armchairs.

“Yeah, someone was just leaving and let me in.” He answered my unasked question, shrugging as he added, “Dunno whether they recognised me or if they just let anyone up.”

“Probably the second,” Jamie piped up, seemingly having broken himself from his previous bout of surprise, “This lot ‘round here don’t give much of a shit about crap like that.”

I rolled my eyes, but was glad to have a reason to smile slightly. “Or they spotted the BFG making his way over and wanted to avoid pissing him off.”

Jamie cackled whilst George just shot me a narrow-eyed look, “Hilarious. That pot just boiled?” He asked me as he wandered over. I nodded in turn and moved to grab him a cup, only faltering when he lowered my hand with his own and shook his head. “I got it.”

I dipped my head slightly, blinking before taking a step back to let him work. He made a quick go of it, rummaging around the cupboards briefly to find what he needed and only asking for the spoon I still held for some odd reason when he was near done.

Jamie appeared to have been watching him too, a calculating glaze to his eyes, and he chose that next moment to speak up, “How you been anyway, George? Not seen much of you lately.”

Something unspoken passed between them when George glanced over at him, but I couldn’t tell what.

“Good, busy.” Was what the taller decided on, throwing Jamie a quick smile when he crossed to toss his own teabag in the bin before settling on the counter to the left of me. “You?”

It almost sounded sarcastic, not how he said it but simply because he’d asked it at all, knowing everything that had recently occurred. It must have been a right nightmare for Jamie these last few days, what with him being the band’s main man.

Jamie just laughed though, goodnaturedly, though it was apparent that he was still trying to suss out what was going on, what with George’s sudden appearance. Seeing as I’d never once mentioned him to Jamie.

See, things with George had all started after that studio session Teddy had attended, followed by my wishing him a happy birthday just before Matty had gone and done what he did best. Wrecked it all.

Teddy had become all too smitten with the drummer since he’d first been introduced to the band and their many songs and music videos. He enjoyed the guitar he’d been gifted an awful lot, often playing with it and practising, but each time any sort of song played on the tele or the radio, or even in the car, it wasn’t hard to note the way Teddy instantly mimicked George’s swift movements, pretending to drum along to whatever beat heard.

George had messaged me on Instagram later that same day, seeing as how apparently Teddy’s appearance at the studio had stuck with him, and asked after him a little. It seemed strange worded like that, but George reckoned that Teds had a real streak of a musicality about him, even as young as he was, and wanted to see if Teddy would be up for learning some more.

Which had been a Godsend, honestly, what with how the next couple of days had gone down. I’d given him my number via dm just before the storm had started and then the afternoon that had followed the plethora of articles he’d called.

He’d asked how I was at first, almost consoling me in that easy way of his, so full of little words, which had been all too refreshing in truth.

I’d had texts and calls off of practically everyone I knew, even Ronan, the utter prick. And none had managed to soothe me quite like George’s had, seeing as the man had been there too. Not quite in my position, sure, but near enough. He’d even let a little of it slip when he’d popped on over that same day, bringing a bag of takeaway and a roll up drum mat as a gift for Teddy, who had been cooped up with me on the sofa for most of the afternoon.

The two of them had bonded over it rather quickly, Teddy having been caught off guard by George’s sincerity almost as much as I had been. But then I'd found myself getting to know the drummer too and very much appreciating the unnecessary gesture he’d made for me, even with the pair of us not knowing one another as well as we could have.

I had no idea what was going on between him and Matty, I hadn’t had the balls to ask, but he’d mentioned he hadn’t heard much of anything from him since the night of his party, as well as the fact that his girlfriend, Charli, had been just as annoyed with everything that had gone down.

I knew he’d be stopping by at some point today, we’d made plans to get lunch once he’d heard I was back at the studio on my own, but not recording. I reckoned he was concerned and this was his way of showing it, but it was hard to tell with him most of the time seeing as he’d made it out as though I was doing him a favour here. An effort I came to find I much appreciated.

“Work, you know how it is.” Jamie replied after a long pause. He was still standing in the same position he’d been in since George arrived, but seemed to move then, picking up what was left of his coffee and pouring what remained down the sink. “But I’d best be going, got a couple calls to make. You gonna be at the studio tomorrow?”

George hummed around his next sip, pulling away with only a dip of his chin. “Should be.”

Jamie smiled, nodding, “Good, I’ll let the rest of them know then.”

I caught George’s slight wince at that, though he didn’t protest his manager's comment. It made me wonder.

Jamie turned to me then, shucking on his jacket. I perked up, not having realised that he really was rushing to leave now. “Remember what I said, alright?”

I blinked, but then nodded. How could I forget? I wanted to ask, but instead said, “You don’t have to head out so quick.”

He sent me a reassuring grin as he flipped over the collar of his coat. “You won’t miss me much,” He then teased before roping me into a hug, “Weren’t lying when I said I had a couple calls though, so it’s best I get out of your hair whilst I still can.”

I smiled softly at the sound of his lighthearted chuckle and nodded before following him over to the door, “Stay safe.”

Jamie rolled his eyes, all too used to my typical parting now, though amused by it all the same. “Can’t promise anything.” He retorted with a smirk, shuffling over the threshold whilst his eyes flickered back to where George still stood once more. “So, about before?”

I inhaled shakily, though Jamie didn’t seem to notice, fingering the pockets of his jacket in search of his mobile. “I’ll think about it.” I told him.

He flashed me a grin at that, pleased, then let his heel trail over to meet the top step of the metal grating. “Talk to you later then.”

I nodded and watched for a second as he descended the staircase, head bobbing down the first set before he turned and disappeared from view. Sliding back inside, I shut the door quietly behind me, taking a second to steel my nerves before facing the room again.

During that time, George had seemingly gone and made himself comfy on the settee, his mug settled on a coffee table coaster. I moved to join him after putting both mine and Jamie’s cups under the tap to rinse before just leaving them to soak.

George was fiddling with something when I sat down beside him but shuffled over a tad to allow me to get more comfortable, “So what was that about?” I questioned.

“With Jamie?” He asked and I nodded, even though I reckoned he already knew what I was on about.

He shrugged slightly and I noted the way his finger trailed over a slip of folded paper, it was creased as though it had been played or fiddled with a dozen times too many. My brow seemed to furrow at the sight of it.

“He tried phoning a few times but I’ve not been too keen on answering, learnt that I’ll just get dragged into the drama if I do.” George finally answered, and for some reason I felt a wad of guilt pool in my stomach upon hearing it, even though I hadn’t been the one to cause this mess.

Or maybe I was just kidding myself.

“Sorry.”

George huffed as he turned to peer over at me, elbows resting on the tops of his knees. “Nothing to be sorry for.” He told me and then gifted me a sweet smile, “None of this is on you. Just thought we were in the clear, you know?” He looked away at that and his smile dimmed into something smaller, almost sadder. “Figured I wouldn’t have to go dodging my mates calls anymore, or be roped into cleaning up everyone else’s messes.”

He reached a hand out to settle on my knee then, probably having noticed the way I was chewing on the insides of my cheek, or maybe the fact that my lip was now trembling. I’d never felt so shitty. So at fault for something I hadn’t really seen coming, nor could I prevent.

“Not your fault, remember?” He reiterated to me, squeezing my joint softly before pulling away. I sniffed before looking up at him with a tiny smile.

“Promise I don’t usually cry this much. Just been a shitty week is all.” I told him, laughing pitifully as I toyed with the hem of the jumper I’d put on earlier that morning when I’d purposefully avoided the hoodie that had been left on my desk chair, as well as the cupboard full of clothes that didn’t belong to me.

I felt the settee dip slightly before I found him sitting right beside me, lifting an arm to wrap me up in a hug. His cheek came to rest on the side of my head and I felt my heart break that little bit more, because it reminded me that in a second, or two, I wouldn’t have that sense of protection he now offered, shielding me from the rest of the world.

“You’ve been put through the wringer.” George murmured and I had to laugh just a little bit, he laughed too, the sound of it reverberating through his chest to where my head rested. “Fucking cry if you want to, alright? No judgement here."

I spluttered a little on my next chuckle, smiling as I wiped at my eyes. George’s arm just tightened its hold by a fraction, as though he knew it would make things that little bit easier. We both sat there like that for a while, and I appreciated the fact that he was okay with a bit of quiet. That he didn’t run scared from it or try to start up an awkward conversation simply to fill it.

Silence was something I’d come to realise that George often favoured. Because sometimes that was all you really needed.

I don’t know how long we continued like that before he shuffled and pulled that same piece of paper from earlier back into view, holding the corner of it between his forefinger and thumb. I pulled away slightly, looking down at it and then back up at him with a small frown.

“What?”

George merely blinked, staring down at the paper with an odd look before he finally placed it in the hand I had resting on my thigh. My frown only deepened.

“What is it?” I asked him, finger trailing over an edge just as he had done when I’d first spotted it. When I went to unfold it from the opposing corner, he stopped me.

Confused, I turned to raise a brow at him, only to find him already looking back at me. He bit into his lower lip and then flattened his mouth into a stern line, “I found that when I was last in the studio.”

My chest tightened for some reason, but I was still so baffled. “Okay?”

We were sitting up better now, George’s arm having slipped from my shoulders to come to rest in his lap, fingers trailing over his left hand’s rigid set of knuckles.

“I figured you should see it.” He added in his usual drawl, though his eyes flickered up from the paper to catch mine then and I realised it must've been important. He seemed wary enough to warrant it.

I went to unfold it once again, but then his hand really reached out to stop my own, “I don’t know if I should be here when you do.”

That alone made me even more curious, although there was an edge of caution that now warred at me. “Why?”

George gifted me a gentle smile, the hand that still laid over top of my own squeezing kindly. “I’ll go grab us some food, alright? If you want to open it then do, if not. I won’t mention it again.”

He moved to stand then but my hand shot out to grab at the sleeve of his arm, “George.” But I didn’t know what else to say, I knew I was fearful though.

His fingers moved to meet mine, resting there for a short moment, “It’s your choice. Just, I couldn’t keep it from you.”

I swallowed thickly as he pushed to his feet, the scuff off his heavy boots bouncing off the hardwood floors. Slowly he moved to grab his jacket, giving me time to say no, to deny his offer. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t do much of anything really.

The door shut behind him with a soft click a minute later and the quiet of the studio suddenly consumed me. When I glanced back down at the paper I held once more I saw the slight tremble of my hands. I forced myself to exhale, but even that was shaky.

I was careful as I unfolded it, listening to the rustle it made before scrawled lines that had bled through to the other side caught my attention. Pausing, I took a moment to just look at them and then thoughtlessly hurried to reveal the rest of it, taking in its full form. My throat tightened at the sight of familiar scribbles.

You had me from the start Pulling all the stops out On the down low, secretly But I think you knew your psychology Was working on me Infatuated And doing this all wrong You've got My number and my name And you've got me going Yeah, you've got me going Can I see you every day? Do you love me Like I love you? Ah, you've got me going Yeah, you've got me going

(Song: Ride - Future Love)

It was as if something in me had shifted and then turned, sparking itself its very own flame on a bone too sharp and growing and growing until its singed edges burnt and blackened every part of me.

I must've sat there staring down at it for ages. Crying silently and alone in an empty room, something I’d been avoiding doing since this had all started. Though I supposed it had been inevitable.

His words. His thoughts. Bared to me on a single page. Him none the wiser to any of it. Probably having not even realised it was gone, or missing. And George had read it. He’d seen it and still, after everything, had given them to me.

A tear dropped from my chin then, blotting the page and I could only watch on as the dark ink appeared to cling to it, seeping further and further into the paper. Smudging the ‘Do you love me’ enough so that my breath stuttered and I was suddenly moving all too quickly for my mind to catch up with my thoughtless actions.

Not even a second later my phone was in my hand.

Messages now To: Jamie O (glasses!) When can he meet me?

–

Matty had always had a thing for Sundays.

There was just something about them. Not all that Godly shite that people preached about it being holy and the first day of the week, ‘cause to him Monday would always hold that title- and Monday’s fucking sucked dick.

No, it was because there was just something peaceful that settled on Sundays, it took him back to simpler times, of days when he’d just been a kid and roast dinners were spent ‘round his nana’s house. Or when Newcastle would play on afternoons and his dad would finally be home to watch with him.

There was just something about them, you know. He didn’t much believe in luck, typically only the bad sort. But if someone held a gun to his head and told him he had to claim a day which would forever work in his favour, it would just have to be Sunday.

Still, he was unsure on where he currently stood with that sentiment as of late. Seeing as how he was currently in the backseat of a cab, jittery hands clinging onto shaking knees whilst rows of houses, broken up by hues of green and blue, rolled on past him.

It hadn’t been a last minute thing, but it felt much like it. The anticipation was getting to him, he knew that much, sweat licking at the back of his neck whilst his shoulders worked their way up to the lobes of his ears.

Jamie had somehow managed it.

Called him up late last night just before Ross had headed off to bed to tell him that she would finally see him. Jamie’d asked if he’d be alright going alone or if they’d prefer a buffer there, but Matty had immediately declined. So he was doing it alone. Though he couldn’t help but wonder if that had been a misstep on his part, if it would have made things easier on her having someone there, or maybe just given him some semblance of relief as the car slowly drove its way over to her house. The very place he hadn’t stepped foot in since the night of George’s birthday party.

But he hadn’t earnt that reassurance. Felt wrong to bring somebody else along either way. So he was stuck, toying with his phone, hoping or praying that a text wouldn’t come through saying that she’d gone and changed her mind.

It had been just under a week since he’d last seen her. But it felt as though time had dragged out slowly, mocking him or maybe even torturing him for all of his many wrongdoings.

He fretted over what she might say when she caught sight of him, he himself having only spotted the state he’d worked himself into when he’d been getting ready that morning.

There were heavy bags set beneath his eyes from where he hadn’t really slept and his cheeks were hollowed in that way that they used to revert to when he’d have a particularly hard weekend way back when. If the papers caught wind of him he already knew what the first articles would say, what they would so obviously claim. But he knew the truth, just hoped that she would know it too.

He was startled from his mind at the jerk of the car pulling up onto the nearest curb. His eyes widened in sudden alarm when he realised just what that meant and then caught the look of dismay that crossed the driver’s face when the bloke looked back to announce that they’d arrived. If the man didn’t already think he was on something, then now he definitely did.

Matty swallowed stupidly and then tried for a smile, struggling to undo his seatbelt with the kickstart of shaking that overtook his hands. The driver took pity on him though, turning away to fiddle with something up front that probably didn’t need fiddling with, and finally Matty’s thumb managed to catch the button.

Releasing himself from the confines of the car, he paused just before the door could slam close behind him, handing the man a couple notes in tip, if only to apologise for his edgy behaviour or buy himself a little more time if the driver had somehow managed to suss him out even with his hat, hood and scarf. “Cheers.” He said.

The man blinked at the onslaught of cash and then nodded repeatedly, “Yes, thank you.”

Matty exhaled shakily and then dipped his chin in another goodbye, stepping back onto the curb and watching the cab pull away before he found himself alone once more.

This was it, he supposed.

The street hadn’t changed much in a matter of days but his mind made it seem as though it had. As though suddenly he didn’t belong. The odd man out.

He shoved his hands into the confines of his pockets, pivoting on his heel to face what he’d come here to do. But nothing had prepared him for the way his stomach suddenly bottomed out at the sight of her front door.

The sound of a car horn a way away spooked him, causing him to jump, but did eventually force him forward off the curb and onto the cracked pavement. He stared down at all the dips and curves they had to offer him the entire way up the path until finally, he reached her front steps.

If anyone asked, Matty would tell them it was as though he’d been working on autopilot when he pried the silver knocker up from the wood and let it rap twice. Though that would be an utter lie. His head screamed at him the whole while and his fingers blurred before him when he’d raised them up to grasp at the chilled metal.

He’d never felt so sick, just standing there, the seconds slowly trickling into minutes, or perhaps even hours. It honestly felt as the day was slowly growing colder the longer that he stood there, staring at a coat of familiar paint, before finally hinges creaked and the door opened, revealing a sight that would’ve surely cured sore eyes, if only it hadn’t gone and broken his heart first.

It wasn’t immediate, the effect the past couple days had had on her. It was more in the way she held herself, the sadness which clung to her every fibre, the way she wouldn’t quite look him in the eye.

She stared, caught in a standstill, and for a long moment did nothing before silently and slowly she withdrew enough to allow him through.

Matty didn’t dare utter a word, let alone breathe. Careful to avoid brushing against her or stepping on her toes as he slowly crossed over the threshold to get in, though the hands he’d hidden in his coat pockets curled into fists to keep himself steady.

The first thing he noted upon first entering was the significant state of the flat, it wasn’t messy or untidy by any means, but looked nothing at all like a house typically inhabited by a child should, or at least a monster as chaotic as he knew Teddy to be. It was almost as though Mouse had been expecting a letting agent to pass through with a couple dozen couples, what with how clean it was. He almost reckoned that if he were to crouch down right there he’d probably be able to make out the seam of his jeans in the reflection of the floors.

“You can just hang your-”

“I know.” Matty whispered, not intentionally meaning to cut her off but unable to help himself anyway.

It hurt, feeling as though he was just a guest in a place he had practically considered home not too long ago. He coughed lightly and shrugged off his coat to do so anyway, hanging it up where he usually did, something which made him pause for a split second, wondering whether this could possibly be the last time he’d have the privilege of doing so.

“Right.” Mouse murmured somewhere behind him, snapping Matty out of his thoughts. She stepped on by him just after, eyes trained on the end of the hallway until they reached the living room, “Erm, I’m just starting on a brew. You can wait here if you want.”

He wanted to follow after her, to fall down onto his knees and fucking sob there at her feet, but he was scared he’d dirty her floors or more than likely end up looking like a total knob. He would. Fucking felt like one just from thinking it. So he did as instructed, moving towards the sofa, taking note of everything and anything the room had to offer him.

Matty’s eyes flickered over to the kitchen doorway when he realised she’d stopped there, fiddling with her nails before she caught him looking and dropped her hands. “Just realised I didn’t ask if you wanted anything.”

God, it was so fucking strained.

He took a short breath in and attempted to smile, “Tea sounds good.” Was all that he said, and watched on as her brow wrinkled, head tilting with it.

“Uh, I still have that coffee you like. The one you brought over, if you’d prefer.” She told him and he recognised her confusion for what it was, or maybe it was just her weariness over letting him know that his stuff was still where he’d left it. Or, maybe, just fucking maybe he was reading way too much into everything.

“Tea’s good.” Matty murmured, feeling a little less tense now that he knew that she was sort of sitting in the same boat. “But thanks.”

Her chest rose and fell with her next breath and he watched her nod with difficulty at him, still not meeting his eye. “Right, just be a sec then.”

She disappeared past the door with that, whilst he simply stood and listened to the run of the tap and then the flick of the kettle, feeling stupid for having missed something he hadn’t even realised he’d taken note of before.

But that was just typical, wasn’t it? To miss something so mundane now that it was no longer expected.

Once he heard the clink of mugs Matty allowed his gaze to roam, trailing over the bundle of neatly folded throws settled on the wicker basket by the sofa, ones he knew that if Teddy was here would still be scattered all over the floor before the tv.

There were a couple of coasters laid out on the coffee table, though the fruit bowl had since been removed, something he knew Mouse did whenever there were only a few pieces left or none at all. There would probably be grapes or something of the sort in the fridge though.

She had a couple of receipts left out on the shelf below the mirror she’d hung up on the wall when she’d first moved in, and the picture frames beside them were still the same. Only one was missing, and he knew which.

He noticed that the candles over by the lamp were new though, expensive if he remembered rightly because he was sure that he’d spotted them round someone else’s place recently. He wondered briefly over who could’ve gifted them to her, knowing that she much preferred her usual scents, only ever splurging on the larger Yankee Candle jars they had to offer in the local Debenhams.

He found himself smiling at the thought.

It was then that she shuffled back into the room though, stalling his observations. She carried two mugs in her hand and a small plate loaded with biscuits on her forearm. Immediately Matty moved to help her, taking the plate from her even with knowing that she had it handled.

“I could’ve managed.” She murmured, though not unkindly, and then thanked him quietly once she’d gone and placed the mugs down.

Matty followed her lead, settling the biscuits near the edge of the coffee table, between the two coasters, before fumbling for a second over where to sit. Squeaks seemed to take to one end of the settee so Matty perched on the other, though closer to the middle crease than the arm.

“You got hobnobs?” Matty finally asked, breaking the silence again, eyes flicking over to the plate he’d just held before shooting back over to find her.

She blushed faintly at his comment, then shrugged. “You like them, don’t you?”

Matty scoffed lightly, a soft smile limning his lips, “Yeah, but you hate them. Once claimed that they were like digestives only after being shat out.”

She wrinkled her nose at that, though Matty was quite sure he could spot the mirth that flickered across her face. “Want them or not?”

Rolling his eyes in fond exasperation and knowing not to push it, he picked one up and settled in a little more comfortably into the sofa cushions.

The silence would’ve been almost unbearable if she hadn’t had the foresight to have turned the tv on low before he’d arrived. So whilst a documentary played on one of the many BBC channels, Matty struggled with himself to find the best thing to say. Though he needn’t have bothered, she was always one step ahead.

“So, I think I should start by saying that I um, I know I held a lot of expectations.”

Almost simultaneously, Matty frowned.

She just wrung her hands together once before thinking better of it and laying them flat in her lap. Matty merely wished to reach out and take them in his own. “And I get that it must’ve been a struggle for you, to basically go from like one end of a scale and then jump right off the other side. But, I-”

“What are you on about?” Matty interrupted, unable to help himself in truth, so beyond baffled by the sudden speech she’d started. She stopped and blinked over at him, finally looking him in the eye. At last.

“What do you mean?” She retorted with a pinch between her brows, “Listen, I planned this all out, alright? So can I just get out what I want to say?”

Matty stared, then forced out a breath of air. “Squeaks,” She shuttered at the name, closing off slightly, enough so that Matty took quick note and wished he hadn’t said a thing, but yet, he still carried on. Desperate to save any blundered attempt he’d make. “Look, this weren’t on you. None of it was, okay?”

Her eyes trailed back over towards him at that, though her expression was almost unreadable. Matty struggled with that bit the most, he’d always been able to read her for the most part.

“So, this crap about expectations and me struggling with whatever idea you’ve made up in your mind is stupid.” Her eyes narrowed then and he watched her work her jaw, obviously none too happy about his retort. He withheld a heavy sigh, “I’m not- Look, I’m not trying to be difficult I’m just saying that- What I’m trying to say is, that every relationship has goals or expectations, that’s normal. But nothing you ever did forced me do what I did. That shit? It was all on me. It was me being insecure and scared, yeah? So, don’t go trying to excuse it. Because I’ve had people do that for me for far too fucking long now and hearing it come from you...”

He sort of felt himself slump at that, a little bitter and resentful over the fact that she’d since come to think of it that way. As though his mistakes were all just down to her and her inability to do right by him. He realised though, belatedly, that if anyone else had done exactly that, or even attempted to, in any other scenario he just might have taken up the offer and ran with it. But this was her, this was Squeaks.

She was quiet for a time, then she picked up her mug, eyes trained on the movement of it before, “What then?”

“What?” Matty frowned once more, shuffling forward in his seat in an attempt to catch her eye again.

“Why did you do it then? Why’d you lie, why didn’t you tell me about Teddy?”

That knot he’d been feeling for weeks now. The one at the very end of his tongue, all tied and tangled in the back of his throat, suddenly shrivelled up and slackened, leaving a bitter aftertaste and a plethora of guilt behind.

Matty’s gaze wandered over to the window, to where Teddy’s guitar sat in its stand just before a heavy set of grey curtains. He withheld the urge to pick at his nails as he searched for the right words to give her, wanting so honestly to tell her the truth, to give her a play by play of what had happened in detail, as well as every thought that had gone through his mind.

“It wasn’t what it looked like for a start.”

Mouse scoffed a little at that, and Matty couldn’t be mad at it. If he was sat on the other end of this he’d been doing more than just that, he’d be up in arms, tossing shit about and raving to all who would listen.

Still, his eyes trailed down to where his hands now laid in his lap and he pressed his thumb to his palm. “We were on the highstreet, on the way back here.” He started, voice quiet as his stare tracked the faint lines of his hand, “The guy you saw in the pictures came out of nowhere really. Me and Teds had just been at that ice cream shop a way down, I didn’t even spot him until he was there, in my face.”

Matty wet his lower lip, mouth suddenly going dry. Mouse just waited.

“Teddy was quick to hide behind me, you know? The loudmouth didn’t even really notice him until the last minute. But you have to know, all I wanted was to get him out of there. To avoid staying too long and attracting the wrong sort of attention. Okay? So I’d said I had to get going as soon as he'd spoken, told him I didn’t have time to stay and chat.”

He took a quick breath with that, eyes still centred on the deepest groove of his palm. “But then he, then he brought up Luke. Said something about the funeral he didn't go to and wanting to celebrate his life.” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Squeaks’s hands still from their previous bout of fidgeting. “But I told him I was clean. He didn’t believe me at first, which,” Matty huffed out a self-deprecating laugh, “Well, I can’t blame him for that, what with my track record.”

He heard her inhale then and looked up, it seemed as though she was going to say something but thought better. So Matty bit down on the insides of his cheeks to keep from asking before he exhaled slowly, digging a nail into that groove.

“He got a bit aggy, started calling me a toff and whatnot, because I 'spose I was just a rich boy who bought him a couple grams of coke every now and then.” He clucked his tongue thinking about it, but eventually shrugged. “Then I don’t know, he must’ve looked down or something ‘cause that’s when he,” Matty paused and his gaze shot over to her, then away again, “That’s when he spotted Teddy.”

Mouse wrinkled her mouth, then tried to nod, obviously wanting him to continue. Though she kept her eyes trained on the rim of her mug.

“That’s when he said some shit and I reacted.”

“Said what?”

Matty startled a little at the sound of her question but was hasty in his attempt to answer. “Just, he reckoned that Teddy was mine and that I had to have knocked someone up. So now they were just using me for the money.”

Her eyes slipped closed and her fingers tightened their grip on her cup.

Swallowing thickly, Matty went to continue, “I shoved him and told him to do one- that’s what they caught in those photos. I didn't take anything he offered, I didn't even look back after. Just walked away, thinking of Teddy, trying to get him out of there. The bloke, he kept on shouting, saying some crap about this and that. But I carried on walking.”

Matty was proud of that fact, even with everything that had happened since. Not too long ago, a different version of him would have handled it all too severely. It was a step, a tiny one, sure, but it was progress.

“Then what?” Mouse voiced, prompting him along with just a look.

“Then we walked home.” Matty replied, feeling that familiar cloud of shame dawn over him. “We didn’t really speak, I- I was a bit of a mess, trying to figure out what to do next, what to tell Teddy, to say to make it right again. But Teds, he,” Matty hauled in his next breath, all too fucking close to bawling, that he could admit. “He called for me and I looked down at him. All I could say was sorry, Mouse.”

She nodded tightly, the knuckles she had wrapped around her tea cup had whitened.

“He,” Matty felt the corners of his mouth lift as he remembered the bittersweet memory of Teddy trying to soothe him, “He told me it was alright, that we were okay, but I just kept on saying sorry. He said that the bloke was just a bad man, and I assured him of that. Wanting him to know that we were okay, that the guy was long gone. But then he-”

Matty stopped altogether then, a picture of Teddy's little face coming to the forefront of his mind, and Squeaks immediately took note.

“Then what?”

Her eyes were so full of emotion, but which ones he wasn’t too sure. Still, the sight tightened every muscle in his chest as he forced himself to finish what he’d started. “He said we couldn’t tell you.”

Matty knew he couldn’t have imagined the sharp inhale that sounded from her then, as though she'd just received a blow to the chest. And he so desperately wanted to reach out, to wrap her up and just fucking hold her. But he couldn't. It wasn't his place.

He watched on as she licked at her top lip though, blinking back the wetness that shone in her eyes, “Why?” Her voice cracked on the question but she did not cry.

It was a simple answer. “He didn’t want to hurt you.”

Mouse stood then, placing the cup down with some force before she hastily made her way over to the front window. Matty stayed seated, unsure if he’d be welcome near her.

“It fucking broke me, Squeaks.” He admitted after a moment, his lips now tingled with the sheer amount of effort it took for him to not let his emotions get the better of him. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“You should have told me.” Was her reply, sharp and cutting, enough that it fucking wounded. Because Matty knew that she was right.

“I know.” He answered.

“You should have fucking told me, Matty!” She repeated, turning then to face him. He saw the tremble of her shoulders, the curve of her mouth and how it quaked. He stared, couldn't bring himself to look away.

“I know.”

He swallowed, throat almost aching as much as the hole that made up the majority of his chest.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

“I don't know.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

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A/N: Matty and Amelia’s first Valentines Day.

Warnings: none.

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Matty could smell the scent of Amelia’s body lotion as she climbed into bed next to him, going through her bed-time skincare routine while he tried to make it to the end of the chapter of the book he was reading before she’d turn the lights off.

His subconscious has come to associate that scent with sleep, cuddles, and the intimate feeling of her body in his arms. He found himself inexplicably softening and relaxing any time that lotion would come out.

She leaned to the side and planted a quick, light kiss to his cheek as she slid her legs under the covers, pausing a moment to admire how beautiful he looked with glasses on, “night, Matty.” She whispered sweetly.

Fuck the rest of this chapter. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her and get under the covers to nuzzle her. He set his book down, took his glasses off, and turned the light off.

She giggled, “tickles!” When he rubbed his beard against her skin, pressing their bodies impossibly close together.

“You’re so soft.” He whispered, sighing contentedly, as he settled into the bed. “And you smell so nice. Like passion fruit.”

“It’s my lotion.”

He already knew that.

“Did you have a good day, today?” She turned around in his arms to press her lips to his, tickling stray strands of hair behind his ear.

“It was alright.” He shrugged, “Slow work at the studio. Missed you loads.”

Amelia blushed, smiling, and wondered if she would ever get used to hearing him say that.

“What’d you do today?” He asked, sleepily, his eyes fluttering shut as her fingers ran through his hair.

“Not much. Just revised some designs. Might be coming to work for your label again soon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Been asked to help out with the newer artists, and….i don’t know. Might say yes.”

“You should!” Matty said instantly, his eyes still closed, eyebrows raised expressively. “That way we’d see each other more. Might even be in some meetings together.”

She giggled. “I don’t know how wise it would be to plan career moves like we plan dates.”

Her words seemed to awaken him from the edge of sleep. He jolted in her arms. His eyes suddenly flung open. “Speaking of which!” He whispered loudly. “What’re we doing for Valentine’s Day?”

“Didn’t know you were the Valentine’s Day type. Thought you’d moan about how it’s some kind of capitalist scam designed to commodify the one thing that should remain sacred between humans or whatever.”

Matty laughed silently, shaking his head. “You make me sound like a joy to be around.”

“What can I say? I like my men like….like- wankers.”

“Oh fuck off!” He kissed her cheek. “For your information, I do think it’s a capitalist lie. But it’s an excuse to make time and effort to be with you. And I do love you. So, I will gladly participate in this dehumanizing corporate ritual.”

“How romantic.” She teased.

“Seriously, Amelia. I want us to have a perfect first Valentine’s Day. So, tell me what you’d like. Let’s do something together.”

***

Matty offered George his cigarette lighter, reclining his chair backwards and putting his feet up on the computer desk.

“And then she said,” he pulled the cigarette off his lips, “that she’s never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.” Matty announced, baffled, “can you believe that?”

George cupped the flame and tilted his head down to bring the tip of the cigarette to the fire. “Hmm.” He took a long drag, a puff of smoke filling his line of vision.

“She said she’s either been single most Februarys, or, in a new-ish relationship where it’s too early to do anything serious. So….” Matty’s hands flailed in the air.

“So, what’s the plan, then?”

“I don’t fuckin know! It’s why I’m asking you. It’s not just- our first valentines. It’s her first ever valentines.”

“Right.” George closed his eyes, his brows crossed, in deep thought. “Could go the classic route: dinner at a fancy restaurant. Get dressed up. Reservations. Nice piece of jewelry. Roses and chocolate and all that. Failproof plan.”

Matty groaned in disgust. “Cliche. Boring. Predictable. Trite.”

“Alright, alright. Fine. You don’t like it. I get the idea. Don’t have to piss all over it.” George shifted in his seat, stretching his legs out in front of him. “How about….something more lowkey and intimate. Night in at home, perhaps? You can still do flowers and candles and all that shit. Just the two of you together the whole night.”

Matty shurgged. “So…average Tuesday night?”

George rolled his eyes. “Weekend getaway, then?”

“Too dramatic.”

“Fine, write her a song.”

“What are we? Fifteen?”

George scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know, Matty. Ignore each other on opposite ends of the couch and fall asleep in front of the tv like a retired old married couple? Do whatever you like! I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as you’re trying. That’s the point isn’t it?”

Matty scoffed. “Useless.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m asking Hann.”

“Sure. Ask the boring married man.”

“Well, he’s been married a while. He’s obviously done something right.” Matty shrugged.

“He’ll tell you to cook her dinner and stay in. Mark my words.”

“Sounds kinda nice actually.”

George stared at his friend, incredulous. “Isn’t it what I JUST suggested?”

“ still. Gotta check with Hann.”

“Well, you better do it somewhere else cuz Amelia’s coming to meet with me in a bit.”

Matty’s eyes darted from his phone screen to George’s face. “What? Why?”

“Told you she’s designing the thing for the album I’m producing.”

“Right….right. Text me when she’s gone?” Matty walked over to the door, placing the phone to his ear and waiting for it to ring.

“Mhm.”

***

“Well, so? Did you get it?” Amelia whispered, leaning in close, even though they were the only two people in the studio.

George rolled his chair away from the desk, to the other end of the room, unlocking a discrete drawer. “Yup. Here it is. One, extremely rare, 1973 recording of Donny Hathaway, ‘I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know.’” He smiled, wide, “Matty’s gonna lose his fuckin mind.”

“You’re a lifesaver, George. I owe you one. For real.”

“Nonsense.” He waved her off. “Just, erm….dont forget to send me the video of his reaction. I need it for a….lets call it an ‘independent project’ of mine.”

Amelia giggled. “You got it. Thank you, seriously. You’re the best.”

George nodded, wheeling himself back to the desk. “So? Do you know how you’re going to surprise him with it?”

Her eyes twinkled with pride. “Fuck yeah. I’ve made a special reservation at his favorite place. I’m taking him to dinner. Wining and dining and all that. Just when he thinks the night is over…I’ll pull it out. He’ll have no idea what hit him.”

***

Matty winced as he brought the ladle up to his lips for a quick taste. “I know! I’m sorry! I know you’re at dinner. I’m trying to be at dinner, too. But I think- I think I might have fucked it.” He, sighed, exasperated. “I- just- don’t think the sauce is meant to be bubbling quite as- mum, please! Turn on your camera I’ll show you.” He tapped his own camera in return, focusing it on the sauce pan in front of him.

Denise laughed, saying something about how he should’ve turned the stove off fifteen minutes ago.

“It’s not funny! This never would’ve happened if you’d let me come over and practice last week like we said- fuckin hell….well- do I- start over- I-“

“Matthew, breathe. You’re going to hyperventilate.”

“Well….It’s a good thing the gift I got her is perfect. By the end of the night she just might forgive me for this d disgusting dinner.”

“Pop the chicken in the oven, and just re-make the sauce. It won’t take too long! Fifteen minutes. LOW heat. No more; no less.”

“Right, right.” Matty nodded. “Fifteen minutes.” He echoed his mother’s instructions. “Fuck! I think- I think I just heard her come in. I’ve got to go. Bye now. Lots of love. Have fun at dinner. Say hello to everyone!”

Amelia walked through the door, greeted by an arrangement of teacup candles that flickered warmly, shining her way into the dining room. Her heart melted at the bouquet of flowers that stood at the center of the table. She clutched the record inside her bag closer to her chest, smiling to herself. She set her bag down, pulling out a bouquet of her own, and blushing in anticipation.

“Matty?” She called out his name as she approached the kitchen, hearing, in response, the banging sound of pots and pans, followed by her boyfriend’s incoherent cursing. She rushed into the kitchen. “Matty? Are you alright?”

“No! No! No! I- I mean yes! Just don’t- fuck!”

Running inside, she was relieved to find him unharmed standing in the middle of the kitchen, with freshly washed pots and pans at his feet.

“Was just putting away some dishes and- oh.” He paused when he saw her walk in. “What’ve you got there?”

“These? Oh, these are for you.” Amelia straightened her posture, walking slowly over to him. “Flowers and chocolate.” She giggled, suddenly feeling foolish. “Gosh. Is that….stupid? I just- I don’t know. I figured men don’t usually get gifted stuff. They’re the ones doing the gifting on days like today, so- god that sounds so fuckin-“

“Perfect.” Matty blurted out, placing a hand on her arm. “It’s perfect. I’m- so- I don’t even know what to say.” He stammered. “Th-thank you.”

“Really? You promise you’re not just saying that to spare me the humiliation?”

He chuckled; shaking his head. “Not at all. Nobody’s ever gotten me flowers and chocolate before! Feels nice to be spoiled like that.”

He took the flowers and chocolate out of her hands, setting the bouquet down and instantly digging into the box of chocolates. “Does it say, on the thing, which ones are which? Or do I have to bite into them to go find out?”

“Wait! Don’t eat that-“

“Too late. I think this one’s got some raspberry in it or something… it’s good! Try it?” He brought the remaining piece up to her lips.

She accepted the taster, licking her lips. “I just meant don’t fill up on chocolate. We’ve got dinner plans.”

Matty’s brows furrowed. He wondered if they’d made a commitment that he’d somehow forgotten about. “We…hmm?”

She grinned, excitedly. “I made reservations!”

“What?! No! I- made dinner. Well, I’m making dinner…I hope I am, anyway… but- erm… if you’d rather go out- I guess I could just- it’s fine-“

“Oh- Matty.” She looked around the kitchen, finally, realizing what she’d interrupted. “You didn’t have to! It’s fine. I’m fine. We don’t HAVE to go out. I just figured you’d want to, that’s all.”

Matty felt conflicted. He’d been so caught up in trying to surprise her that he hadn’t considered whether or not she’d have different expectations.

“Oh. I mean- no. It’s fine either way. I guess I’d imagined that we’d just - have a night for just us, you know? Everyone’s probably out at dinner tonight- it’s-“

“No, you’re right. Let’s- you’ve already gone through the trouble of making stuff for us- let’s just do your thing. I’ll call and cancel.”

“Are- you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Wanna have dinner with you. Here. Now.”

She kissed him.

***

“Erm…Amelia? Darling? Have- have you made that call yet? Cuz if not….you might want to keep those reservations after all….i think- I might have burned our dinner.”

All the way from the bedroom, Amelia could only vaguely make out the word “burned,” but it was enough to alarm her and send her sprinting into the kitchen. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I promise. The chicken isn’t though….”

Amelia chuckled as she looked down at the dish that Matty had just pulled out of the oven. “What on earth happened to this poor chicken?”

Matty shrugged. “I feel like I did everything the instructions told me to. But, erm, I’ve obviously gone wrong somewhere.”

***

Amelia plopped down onto the couch next to him. “App says pizza is on its way.”

Matty looked down at his feet in shame, nodding in silence. “I’m sorry I ruined our night.” He mumbled.

“You did not! You’ve been so thoughtful and sweet-“

“Don’t have to lie to my face about it.”

“I’m not lying!” She placed her hand on top of his, squeezing it gently. “Look at all these candles you lit up for us. And the table that you set. The flowers? They’re so cute. Nobody’s ever done that for me before! I love it! Really!”

A weak smile gradually made its way onto Matty’s face. Those were still not the standards that he’d hoped to measure his success by, but he was glad that she felt appreciated.

“Besides! I still have one more trick up my sleeve.” Amelia announced.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. I got you a present!”

He laughed. “Well; so did I.”

“Shall we open them? To lighten the mood?”

The light finally returned to Matty’s eyes. “Yes, yes, okay! I’ll go get mine. You go get yours. We’ll meet back here on this couch, yeah?”

“You go first!” Matty squealed, his legs bouncing, barely able to contain his excitement.

Amelia laughed, kissing him softly. “You’re so cute when you’re excited like that.” She took the gift from his hands. “It’s fine either way cuz I’m pretty sure my gift is going to blow yours out of the fuckin water.”

Matty rolled his eyes, feeling his competitive instincts kick in. “No it won’t. Just open it and see for yourself!”

Amelia’s hands delicates untied the sleek ribbon, already thinking about how she planned to save the wrapping paper forever. She found the taped up corner to undo with as little damage to the wrapping as possible, slowly, cautiously, unveiling her gift. It only took her one peak at what’s inside to burst out into a fit of uncontainable laughter.

“What?” Matty demanded, eyes darting between her and the present. “What’s happened? What’s so funny? Why’re you laughin??”

Amelia attempted to swallow her giggles and straighten her face, several times, unsuccessfully. The longer this went on, the more impatient Matty became. “Just- just finish opening it! Open it would you?!!!” He grabbed her by the shoulders.

Finally, she found the self-restraint necessary and looked up at him. “Matty, I- got you the exact same thing.”

***

Donny Hathaway’s velvet voice crooned in the background behind the glugg of the wine as Matty pour them each a glass.

Said I love you

More than you'll ever know

Amelia opened the pizza box over the duvet, pulled a cheese slice apart from the rest of the pie. “Sex, wine, AND pizza?” She giggled. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Matty clicked his glass to hers. “Here’s to a million more, my love.”

She hummed over a mouthful of pizza. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Matty. I love you always.”

“Love you always. More than you’ll ever know.”

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy writing #matty healy fluff #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x oc

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novosg · 1 year

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Luffy Having a Crush on Another Captain

Ft: The Strawhat crew, blackfem!reader

I had like 5 ideas when I was trying to go to bed and this was one of them. Never wrote for Luffy before so I hope he doesn’t seem ooc or anything.

SFW, use of Y/N, fluff, 1.5k words

The first time you and Luffy met was when a few of your crew members had nearly clashed with his.

Earlier that day you had docked at an island that the Strawhats just so happened to be on as well. You hadn’t realized this, of course, until your sniper had come rushing back to the ship, exclaiming he had spotted the jolly roger that was nearly impossible to not know. The jolly roger belonging to the recently appointed yonko himself-Monkey D. Luffy.

Of course, your crew wasn’t one to back down from any sort of confrontation and that’s exactly what had happened when they stumbled upon the rival crew. Fortunately, you and the others had met up with them before things could escalate to a full on brawl (much to Luffy’s seeming disappointment), and apologized on behalf of your crew.

Luffy hadn’t minded, especially when you extended an invite for a small gathering where food and drinks would be served on your behalf, to truly let bygones be bygones. To be frank, you had mainly hoped to gain the captain’s favor in doing so, since becoming friends with an emperor of the sea didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

And become friends you did. Once the remaining tension between your two crews had well and truly fizzled out, they all meshed well together. The same thing could be said for you and the cheerful captain. Luffy was a whirlwind of joy and charisma, one that you couldn’t help but be swept up in.

You had heard rumors of his ability to befriend practically everyone he met, but they were nothing compared to the real thing.

Luffy also took a quick liking to you as well, which he didn’t mind voicing. He admired your ability to lead and could sense how strong you were. You were a joy to talk to, and your crew was great! Your chef was amazing at his craft and his skill blended well with Sanji’s, and throughout the night Brook and your musician swept through multiple duets that had everyone cheering and asking for encores.

He certainly wasn’t blind to your natural beauty either. The evening glow of the sun made your skin look practically ethereal and the rays illuminated each of your individual curls. Throughout the time you two spent together, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

By the time morning of the third day came and you were ready to head out, some of your crew started whining while they were helping with the clean-up.

“Captain,” your shipwright groaned, “Are you sure we can’t stay for one more day?”

“Yes, I told you guys we’d only stick around for a few days. But, if any of you wanna stay that bad, ask Luffy and see if he’ll let you stick around.” After that little quip you didn’t hear much complaining.

But a certain captain couldn’t help but voice his objection to your guys’ sudden leave as well.

“Cmoonn, Y/N! Stay for one more day and party with us! It’ll be fun!” He cried, pouting slightly as he watched you help load up the last of yall’s stuff. You smiled, flattered by Luffy’s clear want for y'all to stay.

“Sorry, Luffy, maybe next time.” Although the two of you would be rivals again the moment your ship left the shore, you couldn’t deny your similar want to stay. “How about this: the next time we see each other, we’ll have an even bigger get together. Deal?”

Luffy beamed at your offer, lips curling upwards as he gave you his signature smile. “Deal!”

You glanced back at your crew as your navigator called down to let you know you guys were ready to set sail at any moment.

“Well, that’s my cue. Bye, Luffy,” you gave him a quick wink, lips still pulled in a soft smile, one that made the young captain pause as he watched you turn and make your way back up to the deck of your ship, giving out the order to set sail.

Luffy briefly frowned as he watched your ship get further and further away. He wasn’t quite too sure why he was so upset seeing you leave, you were a pirate just like him. Staying in one place for too long wasn’t like you guys. But he still felt off. As Nami called for him to come on, he decided not to worry about it too much. With one last glance at the horizon, he turned and raced to catch up with his crew.

“Hey, you guys, I think I see Y/N’s ship!” Usopp called down to the deck one day. Luffy quickly perked up, nearly slipping as he made his way down from Sunny's figurehead.

“Really?” He cried, rushing up to the Sunny’s railing. Sure enough, off in the distance, was your ship. He grinned, eager to see you again.

Shortly after spotting Luffy’s ship, you changed course and pulled up alongside him. “Y/N!” He shouted, perching atop the railing as you made your way over to him, giggling softly at his antics.

“It’s good to see you too, Luffy,” you said, unable to not smile in his presence. As the two of you briefly caught up, the Strawhats observed you both.

“It seems Luffy-san has left his mark again,” Brook commented cheerfully as he toyed with the strings of his violin.

“When doesn’t he?” Nami sighed playfully.

Sanji chuckled as he lit up a cigarette, “Guess I better get some food ready.”

Robin, however, was quiet as she watched the two of you. Ever since your first meeting, Luffy had been quietly stewing in his excitement to see you again. Like the others had said-he had left his mark on you, but it was clear the same could be said vice versa.

Luffy was always eager to make new friends, even if said friend was a fellow pirate who, by all technical means, should be a rival. That had been the case with their most recent ally, Trafalgar Law. Although Law had only viewed their alliance as what it was from the start-an alliance, Luffy deemed him a friend and continually referred to him as one.

But he hadn’t looked at Law like he did you. In his eyes sat a restrained admiration and infatuation that was clear from even where Robin was standing. He hung on to your every word (which was certainly unusual for him), and his eyes twinkled with mirth with every laugh he pulled from you.

It had been like that from the moment you two had met. At the time, Robin couldn’t put her finger on what seemed different, but now, the explanation was quite clear.

Her revelation brought a giggle from her lips that caught the attention of her friends.

At their looks of confusion she said, “It seems our captain has a crush.”

A mutual hush fell over the crew as they all mulled over Robin’s words, before it seemed as if a joint lightbulb above their heads had turned on. Zoro blinked his eye in confusion as he sat up, well and truly awake now. Sanji seemed mortified as he looked between you and Luffy frantically, Brook and Chopper aww’ed at the revelation, and Jinbei chuckled while Franky lifted his shades with an amused smirk. Nami and Usopp, however, seemed the most shocked.

“Luffy? A crush? No way!” Their long-nosed sniper exclaimed while Nami nodded beside him.

“It’s impossible! Right?” She pondered, exchanging a look with Usopp. Zoro shrugged as he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back.

“Guess not,” he snickered, letting his eye fall shut once more.

As his crew stewed in their newfound revelation, Luffy was too busy going over his ideas for the banquet he was intent on having with you and your crew for the next few days. And with every word he spoke, you listened contentedly, that same soft smile that made Luffy feel strange every time it was directed at him toying at your lips.

Unbeknownst to them, however, you were well aware of what the way Luffy looked at you meant. Fortunately, you didn’t mind. In fact, you were glad you weren’t the only one who had been caught up in these slow but surely developing feelings for the other.

Later on, when the Sunny was packed with his crew and yours, Luffy stayed practically glued to your side, making his enamoration towards you even clearer to his nakama. You became more accustomed to his physically affectionate side, as it seemed he wasn’t keen on straying too far from you. Not that you were complaining, of course.

Luffy wasn’t quite sure why you made him feel so strange, but at least it was a good strange. Maybe he could ask Chopper about it later. What he did know was that if being around you made him feel this giddy, he wouldn't mind making a few detours in his journey if they lead back to you.

#one piece fanfiction #monkey d. luffy #luffy headcanons #luffy x reader #luffy imagine #x reader #black fem reader

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fireflyinks · 4 months

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good girl

Mike Schmidt x reader smut

contains : degrading (slut) , sort of dacryphillia if you squint, dom mike, p in v, blowjob, praise, use of daddy

MATURE 18+

Mike was a very introverted person. He didn’t like having loads of attention on him, in fact, he avoided it at all costs. When my friends would come over for girl talk and wine, he’d politely greet them before slipping into our bedroom to hide.

“So…” one of my friends turned to me, pouring herself another glass of wine. I was completely sober, mainly because I had to drive Abby to school in the morning and I felt that any proper host shouldn’t be black out drunk. “What’s up with Mike?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What’s he into? He’s so quiet when we’re around, is he always like that?”

Shaking my head, I look back at our door. He’s probably asleep, I thought, he won’t hear me.

“He’s actually pretty kinky.”

The girls started to squeal, kicking their feet. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” I giggled, “he acts shy around you guys but he’s…”

“He’s what?”

I sigh, “Girls, I shouldn’t be telling you guys this. It’s an invasion of privacy!”

“I literally just gave you an in-depth description of a blowjob I gave last week… you’re fine! This is just girl talk, we’d never tell anyone.”

I guess that’s true, Mike couldn’t be too mad. It’s just girl talk after all.

“Okay… he’s into the whole bdsm thing.”

More squeals follow, along with a few gasps and giggles.

“Really? Okay, be real with me, does he like the whole ‘daddy’ thing?”

I laugh, looking down at my hands before nodding.

“Okay… well what’s the kinkiest thing you two have ever done?”

Thinking for a moment, I feel my cheeks flush.

“He likes to tie me up sometimes, and he spanks me a lot.”

I hear a floor board creek behind me, and look back only to be met with Mike’s on me. He pauses for a moment, before continuing walking down the hallway.

“Oh shit.” I whisper to the girls, crossing my arms in embarrassment, “I am so fucked.”

—

By the time the wine was gone and the girls had left, I’d accepted my fate.

As I opened the bedroom door, I was met with Mike’s glare. He sat on the bed, facing the door, as if he were waiting for me.

“Undress for me.” was all he said, keeping his composure. His tone made me so wet. I rubbed my legs together as I slipped my shirt off slowly. I stepped out of my pants.

“Leave them.” He ordered as I began to remove my panties, and I nodded.

Mike stood up, walking over to me.

“Get on the bed, ass up.”

I did as he said, positioning myself in the way I always ended up by the end of the night. Mike has been obsessed with this position ever since we got a mirror right beside the bed. He loved forcing me to watch him ruin me.

He looked at me through the mirror, almost smiling.

“Since you want to be such a loud mouthed slut,” he began to tug at my panties, removing them himself, “I’m gonna fucking treat you like one.”

“I’m not a slut…” I decided to argue back. After all, my fate had already been decided, how much worst could it get?

“Is that so…? Well, you’re certainly not a good girl.” He held my panties up to my face, the wetness glistened in the light. “Because good girls don’t get off to embarrassing their boyfriends.”

“I’m sorry-“

He tutted, placing a firm smack on my ass.

“Don’t talk unless I tell you to. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, my bottom lip trembling, “Yes sir.”

“God, you’re such a bad girl. What happened to my good girl, I miss her.” He unclipped my bra, pulling the lacy fabric off of me and lifting me onto my knees. Mike examined me in the mirror, shaking his head.

“You’re too fucking pretty to be such a bad girl, you know that?”

“Yes sir.” Our eyes met in the mirror, a small smirk crept onto his face.

“No, I don’t think you do. I don’t think you understand how fucking gorgeous you are and how much it kills me that I have to punish you like a brat when I should be worshipping you.”

I hung my head in shame while also trying to hide my blush.

“No.” He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look in the mirror. “Look at my beautiful girl. Too bad she’s too busy telling her slutty friends all of our secrets to even notice how much I’d praise her if she were a good girl.”

“I’m sorry daddy.” My lower lip trembled.

I guess I had been really bratty lately. Teasing Mike any opportunity I had, talking back to him, whining. And now I’d embarrassed him in front of all of my friends. He was right. I’m supposed to be his good girl.

Hot tears began to pour down my cheeks. His face contorted, and he spun me around quickly.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Do you need to use the safe word?” He caressed my cheek, not taking his eyes off of me.

“No, I’m just sorry daddy! I’ve been such a bad girl lately. I wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you.”

He began to smile, patting my cheek.

“Aw, of course.” He laid me down on my stomach, my face directly infront of the grey bulge in his sweat pants.

“You’re too cute, so I guess I won’t punish you if you can make it up to me.”

I nodded vigorously, getting to work pulling down his sweats and boxers. His cock sprang forward, almost hitting me in the face.

“There, baby. Be a good girl and suck on it.”

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tounge of the tip the way I knew he liked. He groaned, throwing his head back with a pleasureful sigh.

“There’s my good girl.”

His words made my core flutter. I bobbed my head on his cock, earning more lewd moans.

Right as he was about to finish, he pulled me off, caressing my cheek. I pressed my thighs together, the friction causing a small whimper to fall from my lips.

“Are you needy, baby?”

I nodded vigorously, “Yes daddy.”

He smirked, “What do you want?”

Gesturing to his still hard cock, I hoped he wouldn’t tease and just give me what he knew I needed.

“Nuh uh, I have to hear you say it.”

“I- I want your cock.”

He tilted his head, putting on a look of confusion.

“Where do you want my cock? Hm?”

I bit my lip, blushing. “In my pussy.”

He smiled, flipping me on my back. “Well, since you’ve been so good for me, I guess we can manage that.”

Mike connected his lips to mine, before entering me slowly . His pace wasn’t the quickest, but he thrusted deep and hard, earning strained moans after every drive of his member.

He played with my clit with one hand, while holding one of my legs over his shoulder with the other.

“Feel good?” He asked teasingly, staring at my fucked-out face.

“Yes, can I cum, please?”

In a matter of seconds he flipped me onto my stomach, so that we were facing the mirror.

“Look at your pretty face when you cum. When I paint your fucking walls white.”

His pace quickened, which drove me to an orgasm. He came inside of me shortly after, staring at my face as he did so.

“Good girl.” Feel from his lips as he laid beside me, panting heavily.

“Thank you daddy.” I cuddled up to him, blushing. I was so glad that I could be his good girl once again.

#mike schmidt #fnaf #smut #fanfiction #praise #five nights at freddy's #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #degredation kink

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alex51324 · 9 months

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Little snippet of a GO Fic

Not sure if this is anything? It started with the image of if Crowley called the Metatron's bluff re: restoring his angelic status, and then he's just up there wandering around Heaven in full demon mode, and everyone's too polite and/or scared to point out that they can tell he's not actually an angel.

Then I started thinking about plot, and it's not as funny as I was thinking it was going to be. Like I said, not sure if it's going to be anything, but the opening scene turned out OK. I'll be interested to hear if anyone has thoughts on where it could go from here.

Standing by the car, torturing himself with hope, Crowley watched the Metatron lead his only friend away. The Metatron was explaining something to him, false-genially, and even from across the street, Crowley could see the moment when Aziraphale understood what he was being summoned back to Heaven to do.

The Metaton stepped into the Transporter, and Aziraphale, who had been pointedly looking nowhere near where Crowley stood, now turned, at the threshold, and looked sidelong at him, pleadingly.

He looked very small, and very alone, and before he could think better of it—before he could think at all—Crowley had pushed off the side of the Bentley and was crossing the street, calling, “Oi, Angel. Wait up.”

Aziraphale turned to look at him more directly. Crowley could see him take a deep breath, the kind that shuddered in your lungs. “Yes, Crowley?” His voice was steadier than Crowley thought his own would be, in the circumstances.

“Are you.” Crowley swallowed hard. “Are you sure you want to do this? Really sure?”

Aziraphale glanced in toward the Metatron. Crowley kept his eyes focused on Aziraphale’s face--he didn’t care to know what kind of expression the blessed bastard was making—and saw the glint of steel shining out from the cloud of doubt and reluctance. “I have to,” he said, which wasn’t what Crowley had asked. “It’s where I need to be.”

Of course it was. Aziraphale hadn’t even entertained the notion of running away last time. Crowley wasn’t sure if his angel was once again thinking—hoping—that he could just explain it properly and the rest of Heaven would see the world was a mistake.

But even if he’d learned from last time, he’d still think he had to give them the chance. Even if they threw him in Hellfire for it.

“Right, then,” Crowley said, turning his face toward the Metatron—still without looking—and flashing a brilliant smile at him. “If you’re that certain, then we’d better give it a try.”

Aziraphale’s face softened and his eyes widened. “You mean…?”

Crowley nodded. “You, me, Heaven. Doing Good.”

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, his hands coming up to clutch at Crowley’s. “Are you sure? It—” His eyes flicked toward the Metatron. “It could be awfully hard work.”

“Course,” Crowley said, stoutly. Now he did look at the Metatron. “If the offer’s still open.”

The Metatron’s face was very still. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again when Aziraphale said, “Of course it is, you dear old—” He giggled, shrilly. “Dear old angel, I should say.”

“That’ll take some getting used to,” Crowley said, stalling for a bit more time to get up the nerve to step into the elevator to Heaven, for the second time in as many days.

“Perhaps,” the Metatron spoke up, “you have affairs to settle here on Earth, before you, ah, assume your new role? Your,” he looked over at the Bentley, “material possessions?”

“Nah,” Crowley said, taking that crucial step. “I’ll pop down sometime later and sort that out. I’m sure we have loads to do up there. Don’t want to miss anything.” He turned to face the lift doors, shoving himself in between Aziraphale and the Metatron. Then, before he could chicken out, he reached across the Metatron and pushed the button for Up.

As the doors closed, Aziraphale looked toward him, and gave him the faintest trace of a real smile.

Crowley checked the angles of view and carefully, where the Metatron wouldn’t see, tangled their fingers together.

The ride seemed to take much longer than it had when he’d ridden up with Muriel before. The doors opened onto the same featureless not-space he’d seen in his most recent two visits to Heaven, but it didn’t seem quite as awful, somehow, with Aziraphale’s hand in his.

He would have let go, when he saw Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael there waiting just outside the doors, but Aziraphale clutched his hand all the harder.

It helped, a little, that the trio of archangels looked at least as nervous as Crowley felt.

The Metatron glanced at the two of them. “Would you, ah, like to make the announcement yourself?”

Aziraphale, with his free hand, made an after you gesture.

“Very well.” Turning to the archangels—the other archangels, of the second rank—the Metatron said, “I’m sure you’ll be as glad to hear, as I am to say, that Aziraphale, here, has accepted the position of Supreme Archangel and Commander of the Heavenly Host.”

They were all too well-conditioned by millennia in Heaven to say What the fuck?, but Crowley could see them thinking it. Uriel recovered first, and said, in a strangled voice, “Congratulations, Aziraphale.”

“He’ll need to be brought up to speed on the Next Phase,” the Metatron continued. “I’ve read him in on the basics, of course, but the rest of you can brief him on all the details, I’m sure.”

The archangels fell all over each other to say that yes, they could, certainly, whatever the Metatron wished. Michael, with a nervous flick of a glance at Crowley, added, “Although the plans so far hadn’t included any…close liaising with Downstairs.”

Crowley affected an air of innocence and waited to see how the Metatron was going to deal with that one.

Not very well, as it turned out. “Ah, yes,” he said, and then seemed to run out of ideas.

Glancing worriedly around the little circle of them—Crowley, Metatron, archangels, Crowley again—Aziraphale squeezed his hand and said, “Crowley resigned from the Other Firm a few years ago, as it happens.” There was a hint of a question in it, and he looked imploringly at the Metatron.

“Yes,” Crowley said, looking at him also. “I’ve been freelancing for a bit. Consulting. But apparently the Supreme Archangel has broad latitude to choose his second-in-command, so….”

Saraqael blurted out, “You can’t mean—” and then abruptly shut up, folding her hands primly.

“I do,” said Aziraphale, just as primly. “Crowley and I have worked together on a number of projects. There is no one I trust more.”

“But he’s—” Uriel began.

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, and nobody said what Crowley was. Neither did the Metatron explain how this difficulty would be dealt with. In fact, he began making little I really must be going sort of motions.

If he thought the Metatron had the means to actually grant what he had offered, Crowley would have happily let him avoid the subject as long as possible. But as it was becoming increasingly clear that he hadn’t, Crowley slid the needle in a little further. “Yes, just how is this supposed to work?” “The, ah.” He gestured with his free hand. “Change of status?”

The Metatron looked at him for a moment with intense and open dislike, before the genial mask slipped back into place. “Well, I should think the place to start would be Form 26-B, Change of Rank.” With a gesture of his fingers, the form in question appeared, on a transparent glass desk—or, rather, the idea of a glass desk—that had also appeared in front of them.

Aziraphale picked up the idea-of-a-pen that was next to it, and clicked it. The first line read Name of Angel. “Should I put—” Crowley saw his mouth form the shape of a Name that hadn’t been spoken since the Great War, but the sound that came out was, “Crowley?”

The Metatron said nothing, and Crowley answered, “Anthony J., I should think. Just to be thorough.”

Aziraphale wrote that, and on the line for Previous Rank, put “Hell’s Emissary on Earth, European Division.”

“Technically, I was a Baron of Hell as well,” Crowley added. “Order of the First Fallen, Chapter of the Fiery Lake.”

The relevant section of the form expanded to several lines as Aziraphale filled in this information. “Should you properly be styled Sir Anthony J. Crowley, then?” he asked.

“Eh. I never used it.” It had been a small rebellion; everyone else in Hell made as much as they could of whatever titles they had.

The next line was for New Rank. Crowley eyed it with wary curiosity. His old, old post had never been filled, as far as he knew. He supposed he could bear it, if that was what Aziraphale decided to put.

But instead, Aziraphale wrote, “Special Consultant and Second-in-Command to Supreme Archangel,” and glanced a question over his shoulder at Crowley.

“To Supreme Archangel Aziraphale, I think would sound better,” Crowley suggested. Not that Heaven was likely to try to keep him if Aziraphale left, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

Aziraphale made that change. “There. I think that’s all in order.” He looked round the group with a pointedly pleasant expression, and got no objections. After signing the document in both ink and a blaze of celestial Light, he pushed it toward Crowley and said, “Your signature, there, on the second-to-last line.”

Crowley studied the form carefully. In Hell, even a requisition for lavatory paper involved five paragraphs of small print, but Heaven had never quite caught on to the value of a really twisty contract. All it said was who Crowley was, and the job he was taking. There was no word of it a lie.

Swallowing hard, he took up the pen. Carefully, he wrote, Anthony J. Crowley. Then, with a glance at Aziraphale, he licked his fingertip and signed his demonic sigil in Hellfire.

Absolutely nothing happened. Crowley had known that nothing would, and was definitely not either disappointed or relieved to experience no change whatsoever in his appearance, perceptions, or ontological status.

If Crowley was any judge of Aziraphale’s facial expressions—and, after six millennia, he was—the Supreme Archangel was also not-experiencing the same jumble of feelings.

“Well!” the Metatron said, bringing his hands together in a clap, like a primary-school teacher. “That’s the formalities taken care of. I’m sure you’ll both want to get right to work.”

While the archangels of the second rank were busy exchanging looks of disbelief, Aziraphale said, “Yes, I believe the office is—this way?” They hurried off before anyone could get up the courage to say anything.

#good omens fic #is this anything?#good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers #post-season-2 AU

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Storms Call For Distractions - Sam Kiszka

A/N: I’m BACKKK GRESTIES! If you guys know me, you know I LOVE a good enemies to lovers (ish) moment. This is pretty cliche and cheesy, but it’s brought me out of my writers block, so just stick with me on this one haha. I hope you guys enjoy! Please note that I did not have time to perfectly proofread this, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance!

WARNINGS: Hurricanes (this could be triggering for some people). 18+ content! Minors please DNI!

Choking | Fingering | Oral (fem receiving) | Praise & degrading | Unprotected sex (wrap it up)!

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The five of you had agreed upon a little 2 week vacation, renting out a house just about 15 minutes from the beach.

You were lazily snuggled in between Jake and Danny, all of you were worn out from spending your entire day out in the sun. So far the trip had been lovely, spending time with your best friends… All except for Sam. The two of you couldn’t get along to save your lives and it was starting to make this trip frustrating. Josh, Jake and Danny constantly told you not to let him bother you, but being so close for two weeks straight, was starting to really eat away at you and Sam both.

“Guys, remember that hurricane they’ve been talking about this whole week? The one that was supposed to miss us?” Josh asked, walking into the living room with his phone in hand. You looked up at him, immediately noticing the concern written on his face that matched his voice.

“What do you mean the one that was “supposed” to miss us…?” Jake raised, a concerned hint to his own words, just like his brother’s. “Look,”

Josh walked over to the three of you, flipping his phone around to show you the forecast video. You listened to the meteorologist intently, worry clouding your mind the more he explained.

“This thing is gonna hit TOMORROW night?” You took Josh’s phone from his hands, examining the radar and forecast further

“Well, we’re fucked.” Jake huffed, leaning back into the couch with a noise of frustration. “We’re not gonna be able to pack up in a day… We’d end up driving in it. And that’s boldly assuming they don’t close the roads before we can load up and leave…”

“It’s not exactly safe to stay here either, Jake. This thing is a category 3 right now…” Danny pointed, glancing at the radar over your shoulder.

“How the hell did it even change directions so fast…”

“What’s with the little meeting?” Sam’s tone was laced with genuine curiosity as he entered the room. You did your very best at biting back some snappy comment and allowed one of the other boys to answer him.

“There’s apparently a hurricane that’s headed right for us now. We’re trying to come up with a plan… but it looks like we’re just gonna be stuck here a few extra days.” Danny explained, head leaning against the back the couch, getting lost in thought.

“I think we’d be okay here…” Sam shrugged. “We’re not directly on the beach anyway.”

“This is a big storm Sam. We’re still a little too close.” You tried to keep a cool tone, but Sam immediately became agitated by your words… As usual. “Do you have to disagree with everything I say? Or do you do it just to make me miserable?” Sam glared.

“You do your absolute best at making me miserable, Sammy. It’s only fair I take my opportunities.” You shot back, giving him a sickening smile.

“I love you both, but for the love of God, don’t start this shit right now.” Jake cut in pleadingly. “We have shit to do.”

“I’ll go to the store.” You declared, wanting a little bit of time away from the house, before you were all to become stuck there. “One of you come with?” You glanced around to Jake, Danny and Josh, praying one of them would say yes.

“Don’t wanna go shopping with me, dearest?” Sam sneered, throwing a hand over his chest.

“Hell no. I’m already gonna be stuck here with you longer than I planned.” You groaned, glaring at him.

“Just your worst nightmare, isn’t it, doll?”

“Y/N, I’ll go with you. Come on.” Danny said quickly, pulling you up off the couch with him. You gave Sam one final glare as you followed Danny out of the room.

“God, he’s insufferable.” You muttered.

“Maybe these next few days will bond you two.” Danny suggested, shrugging cooly. Instant laughter escaped your lips. “Yeah, if hell freezes over.”

You placed around various flashlights and candles throughout the house, while all the guys were outside putting away beach chairs and other outside furniture. Within the next five to six hours, you would be getting the outer bands of the storm.

“Y/N?” You heard Jake call through the house. “Yea?!” You yelled back from the top of the stairs.

“We were gonna ride to the beach for a few, now that we’ve got everything done. Just to enjoy the last little bit of sun.” He explained and you nodded. “You’re coming with us.” he added. You shook your head no, walking down the stairs to meet him where he stood at the bottom. “I don’t know if I wanna be on the beach now… the waves are probably huge already. I can’t imagine it’s safe out there anymore.”

“If they’re too big, we won’t get out of the car. I promise. Or we’ll just stay at the top of the beach.” Jake assured you, eyes softly begging you to agree on their little adventure. “Fine,” you sighed in agreement. Grabbing your shoes and following Jake out the door.

All of you watched the huge, crashing waves from the top of the beach. None of you even daring to walk closer to the water. Each wave seemingly getting bigger and bigger, coming farther up the sand. The wind was practically knocking you over. The beach was completely void of people, besides the five of you.

“Maybe we should have just tried to go home…” Jake spoke, a nervous edge to his tone that you weren’t used to hearing from him.

“We’ll be okay. Or at least I think…” Danny laughed, sounding equally as nervous.

“Can you guys stop?” You begged. “I’m horrified enough.”

“We’re gonna be just fine, Y/N. Don’t let their worry, be your worry.” Josh soothed you, rubbing a hand along your back comfortingly. Here you were, staring danger directly in the eyes and he was so calm and collected. You took a deep breath, taking in the last rays of sun and the warm wind.

“I think we should head back. I have just enough time to make us all dinner before this thing hits.” you told them, turning to walk back towards the car. All four boys complied and followed quickly behind you.

After eating and cleaning up from dinner, the five of you sat around the living room, trying to enjoy the company of one another. The impending weather had everyone on edge, none of the boys were quite as talkative and energetic as usual.

It was about midnight and the outer bands of the storm had been rolling in for a couple hours now.

“You know… I can’t think of a better group of people to be stuck in a Hurricane with.” You softly smiled towards Josh, his gentle attempt at easing the energy in the room made your heart swell.

“Honestly, you’re not wrong… but even the alcohol isn’t calming my nerves.” Jake admitted, holding up his cup of god knows what. “Yeah, no kidding..” Danny agreed.

“I just know Y/N is gonna be the first one to panic if something happens.” Sam spoke mockingly.

“Don’t you think I deserve to not have you pestering me right now?” you bit back with a cold look.

“You think i’m gonna spare you, just cause a little storm is coming?” Sam’s voice dripped with fake sympathy.

“Welp, this has been fun. I’m going to bed.” Jake interrupted, before you and Sam went any further. “Goodnight!”

“I wish you’d spare me all the time and just not fucking talk.”

“HAH!” Jake cackled from the top of the stairs.

Josh and Danny fought to hold back their own fits of laughter, sharing glances and snickering to one another quietly.

Sam scoffed. “Like you’re a real treat to listen to.”

“okay… You guys have fun, I’m gonna hit the hay, too.” waving his hand, Josh made his way up the stairs not long after Jake.

You stood from the couch, shooting Sam a look of distain. “I’m not about to get left down here with you, so goodnight.”

After hugging Danny, you made your way up towards your bedroom. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for a specific oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties, deciding to shower while you still had the chance. Who knows how long the power would last…

Once you were done showering, you crawled into bed, scrolling through tiktok until you eventually fell asleep with your phone in hand.

Your sleep didn’t last long though, being startled out of your sleep, by a loud bang just outside your window.

You shifted around in search for your phone and when you found it, you opened it up to go straight to your weather app. You were sure this had to be the worst of the storm, but you were shocked to see you still had a little bit to go until the worst settled in. The rain and wind beat loudly against the windows and sides of the beach house. At times the wind blew so hard, you could feel the room shaking.

‘How the fuck could it get worse than this’ you thought.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The trees were tipped in a constant angle from the wind- they looked like they could snap at any second. A mixture of rain, leaves, sand and probably other various debris were being blown around.

You abandoned the window out of fear of something hitting it again and crawled back into bed.

You replayed in your mind what Josh had said earlier in the evening: “We’re gonna be just fine, Y/N.” in hopes that it would calm your raging nerves.

You tried your very best to lull yourself back to sleep, wanting to sleep through as much of the storm as you could, but it was no use. Your anxious thoughts were out of control.

Getting up out of bed yet again, you quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

Walking through the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Sam sitting at the island. A cup of what you could only guess to be tea, settled in between his hands. He turned to you, wide eyed and startled slightly himself.

“Sorry… I didn’t think anyone would be down here..” you mumbled, making your way over to the cabinet to retrieve a mug of your own.

“What are you doing up? Scared?” Sam snickered, although it seemed a little more lighthearted than normal.

You rolled your eyes, putting the mug of water into the microwave. “Me, scared? I find that a little insulting.”

“It was fully meant to be an insult. You’re a baby.” smirking, he watched your cheeks turn pink in annoyance.

“And you’re an ass.” You snapped back. “So why are you up then, hm?” it was your turn to question him.

“Is Sammy boy a little scared, too?”

“Nope, not really. I’m always up late.” he shrugged, bringing his mug up to his lips nonchalantly.

“Right.” You turned back to the microwave, pulling out the mug of now hot water.

In the middle of opening the tea bag, yet another loud crash came from outside. You turned to Sam, who was sharing an equally wide-eyed expression. He slid out of his seat, heading in the direction the sound came from. You followed him, coming up behind him at the living room window.

“Fuck, well that’s gonna be fun moving…” He sighed, peering out of the blinds. “What? What is it?”

He moved out of the way begrudgingly, gesturing for you to look out. You didn’t have to look long, eyes falling on the large palm tree that had fallen across the end of the driveway. “Oh…”

“Yeah. “Oh..”” he huffed, trudging back towards the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes at his inability to be nice for even five minutes.

Returning back to making your cup of tea, you stayed silent. You sometimes wished that Sam would treat you as he did everyone else. The playful touches and teasing…

But you knew you would never get that from Sam.

While you continued on with your task at hand, Sam was eyeing you intently from his spot at the island. It had slipped your mind, that all you had on was a pair of purple panties and an oversized band t-shirt. Sam was praying that you wouldn’t turn around to catch him gawking. So, before you had the chance to, he downed the rest of his tea and got up.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you, but you didn’t move. Sam came up beside you, reaching around your body to sit his cup in the sink.

You paused suddenly at close proximity. “You couldn’t just go on the other side of me?”

“Didn’t feel like going that far.” Sam smirked. Oh, how that smirk did things to you that you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting.

“It’s right there, Samuel.” You pointed, annoyance mixed with heat rushing through you. Despite sitting his mug down, he was still all too close. He just shrugged again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Watching Sam leave the kitchen, You wanted to ask him to stay, in fear of being alone… But how would that look? ‘I could always go wake one of the other boys..’ you thought to yourself, but you didn’t want to do that.

You finished your tea as quickly as you could and practically sprinted back upstairs. The warm liquid did little to calm you and when you finally settled back into your bed, you started to become anxious again.

You laid in bed, practically shaking in fear. Debating all your possible options, you decided you didn’t want to wake one of the other boys.

Sam was really your only option left.

Reluctantly, you got up once again. But this time, you went straight to Sam’s bedroom door. You lifted your hand to knock, but it’s as if your body was fighting against the action.

‘This won’t end well, he’s just gonna tell you to get out, amongst other rude things.’

You pushed the thoughts as far back as you could, forcing your hand to knock against the wooden door. It was soft, but loud enough that you knew Sam would hear.

There was shuffling heard from inside, before the door opened slowly. Before Sam could even say a word, you were already explaining yourself. “I know it’s late and you hate me, but I admit it, I’m scared and I can’t sleep. I know you’re probably gonna say no, b-“

“Y/N.” Sam interrupted sharply and you stopped mid sentence.

“Yeah…?” You spoke weakly, realization of the situation setting in.

“I’ll stay up with you. Just come in and settle down, for God’s sake.” You looked up at Sam in shock. He stepped to the side to let you in, but you were frozen in your spot. Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement, snapping his fingers in front you. “Earth to Y/N. Are you gonna come in, or stand there like a deer in headlights? If that’s the case, I’m closing the door.”

You blushed, finally stepping into his room. It was just like the rest of the rooms in the beach house, but the woodsy, sweet scent was what made it so obviously Sam’s. The only other difference, being the TV that hung on the wall.

“Thank you…” you mumbled, glancing around, taking in the cozy room. Sam walked by you, heading towards his bed and got back in. He opened up the blankets next to him, inviting you in.

You slid in beside him, somewhat awkwardly if you were being honest. Let’s be real, this was Sam. Of all the people in this house you could have sought after for comfort, this is where you ended up.

Once you were in, Sam pulled the covers up over you both. What he did next, shocked you to your core. Literally.

Sliding a little closer, he pulled you into his arms, securing you safely against him. You cursed yourself for how quickly your body relaxed into him and he seemed to

notice too, based on the cocky chuckle that shook his chest.

“All you needed was me, huh, doll?” He teased.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Sam.” you grumbled, rolling your eyes, earning a genuine laugh from Sam. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” he smiled cheekily, sarcasm laced in his tone.

“Aren’t you just a gem.” rolling your eyes, you dropped your head against his chest, trying to relax the rest of the way.

“Oh, I am a gem. Just not for you.”

“See? Here you go killing what could be a good moment.” you sighed frustratedly, only amusing Sam more.

“A good moment? Doll, you’re never gonna get a “good moment” out of me.” he chuckled lowly, eyes never leaving the TV. It was as if he couldn’t dare bless you with all of his attention.

“Given the way you’re holding me, your words are a little contradicting.” you argued, glancing up at him.

“I’m doing you a favor.” he said simply, still not looking at you.

Giving up on the conversation, you focused in on the TV and the scent of Sam’s lingering cologne from the day. As much as you hated it, the awkwardness that was lingering in the air eventually went away and you found a solid comfort in Sam’s arms.

A few minutes passed and you found yourself dozing off to sleep, when everything went black. The sounds of the TV and other natural noises from the house, stopped completely. Leaving only the raging, eerie sounds from outside, causing You to shift anxiously in Sam’s arms.

“Well, fuck…” Sam shifted as if he was going to get up, but you grabbed his arm. “Sam, where are you going??”

“To find a candle…? Do you wanna stay in the pitch black?”

“Please just stay here?” you pleaded, not realizing the death grip you had on his arm.

Letting out an exasperated breath, he settled back down beside you. It was then that he’d noticed how much you were shaking.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. Here,” Sam adjusted you both, so that you were snuggled deeper into the bed. You were facing each other now, and your eyes had adjusted to the new darkness, just enough to see his striking features. His hand found your cheek, his thumb stroking it lightly.

You blinked at him a few times, not believing that this was really Sam anymore. The Sam you knew wouldn’t do this… right? Right?!

“You know… You irritate me to no end, but this is exactly what I was hoping would happen.” Sam admitted and you could just barely see the grin on his face.

“And why’s that?” you pried, leaning into his touch a little more.

“Cause now I get to be the one to calm your anxious ass… And also do this-“ Before you could process what Sam had said, his lips brushed against yours gently.

His lips felt so welcoming and warm, you couldn’t fight your body’s urge to kiss him, once you got beyond your brief state of shock.

The kiss was slow and soft at first, almost experimental and cautious.

“I don’t think this is enough to calm me down, Sammy.” you whispered against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, his own curving up along with yours.

“Oh, say it isn’t? What can I do about that, doll? Want me to go back to making you miserable?” he jested, biting at your bottom lip teasingly.

He kissed down your cheek, picking a spot just below your jaw to bite and suck on. A barely there whimper made your skin vibrate against his lips and he chuckled darkly.

“Go on, tell me.”

“No, I want you to Keep going like this, Sammy. Please.” you begged, letting your head tip back just a little more to give him more access to your neck.

“Mmm. You want me to make you feel good? Is that it?” He pressed on, wanting to hear your shaky voice try to stutter out answers for him.

“Yes. Yes, I want you to make me feel good. S-so good.” you answer breathlessly, as he bit into another spot on your neck. You were in too deep to not see how far you would go for him, and how far he would go for you.

“And no teasing.” You tried to add on with a much firmness as you could muster.

“Aww, doll baby. That’s not how this is gonna work. I aim to please, of course, but I’ve gotta work you up a little…” his words caused a whimper to emit from your lungs. “I love when you get all frustrated.” he spoke lowly, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Why do you think I love making you mad all the time?”

“That’s so sick and twisted of you, Sam.” you huffed, tangling your fingers in his soft hair in an attempt to pull him back up to your face.

He grabbed your wrist, pinning it down to the bed, along with the other as he moved over top of you fully. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“But you love it. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”

You leaned up to connected your lips again. If kissing Sammy was something you could do without ever stopping, you would do it. His kisses were captivating, the taste of his lips was more addicting than you’d ever imagined. As much as you hate to admit it, you have thought about what his lips would be like, What they would taste like… many times.

You pulled away for air, gazing up into his eyes. You couldn’t see the details of them, but you knew they were probably dark with lust, just like yours. You stayed like that for a moment, until you were startled by what sounded like a branch hitting the window. You jumped in Sam’s hold and he squeezed your wrists. He leaned down, placing little kisses to your cheek.

“Ssshh. We’re fine…” he soothed lowly. “Let me get back to distracting…”

Sam let go of your wrists, hands traveling down to the hem of your t-shirt. “Can I take this off?” You nodded all too eagerly in response.

“Words, Y/N.” he said firmly.

“Y-yes, take it off.” you choked out, trying to keep your breathing even. While Sam was effectively pulling your attention and nerves away from the storm, you were shocked at the dominance Sam possessed… It definitely gave you something new to dwell on.

Pulling your shirt over your head, with a little help from you, exposed your fully bare chest to Sam. A soft groan left his lips at the site of you, now almost entirely naked beneath him.

“So beautiful…” his words came out barely above a whisper, hands coming up to cup both your breasts. He played with one of your nipples teasingly between his fingers, his mouth coming down to connect with the other.

A moan much too loud -given the other people in the house- ripped out of you and Sam’s hand retreated from your breast, covering your mouth instinctively.

“I need you to be quiet. We wouldn’t want my brothers’ or Danny to wake up and hear you, would we?” The thought actually made you throb and in light of wanting to push Sam’s buttons a little bit, you decided to be a little defiant. Sam pulled his hand away, looking at you expectantly for an answer.

“What if I want them to hear me?” Sam’s face fell and his hand flew to your throat.

“Don’t you dare forget who’s running this fucking show.” Sam growled. “Either quiet down, or I will turn over, go to sleep right now and leave your pretty little cunt aching and dripping. Got me?”

“Yes, sir- i mean, Sam- i-“ you stumbled over your words, flustered and dripping at Sam’s full display of dominance.

“That’s my good girl.” he smiled down at you, sickeningly sweet.

He abandoned your breasts once he was satisfied with the hickeys scattered over them, working his way down to leave more across your belly and hips. “My sweet baby doll likes when I kiss her here, huh?” he asked, sucking on the sensitive skin of your lower belly, making your squirm.

“Shit- yes, I love that…” you whimpered through labored breaths. “Sammy, please… I need more. Please.”

Sam peered up at you. “What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me.” He encouraged.

“Need your mouth, or your fingers. Anything please… I can’t take anymore teasing.” you sounded purely pathetic, but you were too focused on finally receiving some relief to care.

“Sooo desperate. Who knew you’d be such a needy little slut for me..” Sam teased, the degrading words leaving his lips were filthy and you loved it. He knew you loved.

Hooking his hands into the sides of your panties, He tugged them down, a soft moan leaving his lips at the wetness clinging to them. “-And so wet…” he breathed out.

The warmth of his mouth ghosted over your heat, still far too teasing for your liking.

“Are you really gonna make me keep begging?” you locked eyes with him, giving him a pleading look.

“I wasn’t going to, but now that you mention it…” he paused, kissing your clit softly. “Since you want it sooo bad, beg for it, Y/N.”

“Sammy, please don’t make me beg anymore!” You whined, fisting the blanket below you in frustration.

Sam grabbed ahold of both your knees, yanking your legs apart

further. You moaned at the cool air suddenly hitting your burning core.

“Do you wanna cum or not? Stop being a little brat and let me hear you beg me.” He spat, biting harshly at the inside of your thighs.

“Okay, okay! Please, just please… I need your mouth so bad. I need you to make me cum, I wanna tell you how good you make me feel, Sammy, please!” Sam hummed to himself,nmore than satisfied with your response.

His lips finally connected with your throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking on it just enough to have you writhing beneath him. He threw an arm over your hips to hold you in place, the other arm moving under him to join his mouth. He slipped a single finger into your entrance first, dragging it in and out of you slowly. The sounds of your wetness was damn near embarrassing, but you had no time to focus on that.

Adding a second finger, Sam caused another loud moan to bubble out of you. You expected him to scold you, but he let it go, repeating the same action that drew out the moan.

“Fuck, Sammy. Fuck-“ you cried, hands reaching down to tangle themselves in his hair. You could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach.

“Are you close? Talk to me, pretty girl.” Sam pulled away from your throbbing bud of nerves, replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing quick circles.

All that came out of you was another cry of pleasure, unable to form a coherent sentence. A pleased smirk tugged at Sam’s swollen lips.

“Give it up, pretty baby. I know you can do it.” he coaxed, voice almost mocking. “I know it feels so good, huh?”

Sam pulled himself up slightly, giving himself a little more leverage to better pin your squirming hips down. You turned your head into the pillow, muffling your loud moans when you felt your orgasm start to break over you.

“There it is… So pretty when you cum all over my fingers for me.”

Sam slowed the movements of his hand and let up on the hold he had of your hips, as you came down from you high.

“Oh… oh my god…” you panted out, trying to regain your composure. Sam laughed lightly at how fucked out your already were.

Bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, he slid them in slowly and you watched him intensely as he sucked them clean.

You reached a hand out for him and he moved back over top of you.

“What is it, doll?”

“Take these off, wanna taste you too.” you told him lazily, gesturing at his sweatpants and beginning to prop yourself up.

But Sam pushed you back down by your shoulder. “Absolutely not. I’m so hard it hurts and I will cum in your mouth instantly. I need to get inside you. Next time, pretty girl.”

Your mouth gaped at Sam’s admission and you could only nod, completely wordless. Next time??

Sam wasted no time ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers, crawling back over top of you.

“Are you ready?” he asked gently, hand coming up to cradle your face. His whole demeanor had changed and you honestly liked this side just as much.

“I’m ready.” you answered confidently, but you quickly realized why Sam had become a little softer with you. The burning sensation of him stretching you out, was enough to drawl a quiet sob from your lungs.

“Oh, shit- i-“ you stuttered through whimpers, burying your head into the crook of Sam’s neck.

“Almost there, baby… You’re doing so well. Are you okay?” his hand traveled back to hold the back of your head, while he waited for you to give him the okay. “I’m okay, baby… keep going. I can take it.” you assured him, taking a few deep breaths.

Sam pushed in the rest of the way carefully, groaning at how tight you were around him. “Shit, Y/N-“

Once he was in to the hilt, he didn’t move for a moment, trying to regain his grounding.

“You can move, Sam..” you told him, and he shook his head.

“I know. I’m trying not to cum…” he whined, trying his best not to fall apart inside of you so soon.

After a few more seconds, he gave a slow experimental thrust and you both moaned in unison. Slowly, Sam set a steady pace, gradually working his way up to something more intense.

“you’re so good, baby. So, so good.” you praised him, nails digging into the soft skin of his back. You couldn’t help but notice the blush that tinted his cheeks at your praise.

You’d definitely have to store that moment away.

He picked up his pace, snapping his hips into you harder and faster. You quickly became a moaning, whining mess under him yet again.

“You look so pretty underneath me like this. All fucked out.” he panted. unrelenting in his motions.

“Who knew you’d be such a whiny little thing..” he mocked, fingers coming down to rub tight circles into your clit again.

“S-sam, I don’t know if I can cum again,” you choked out, eyes squeezing shut in intense pleasure.

“Yea, I think you can.” he grunted, easing up on the pressure of his fingers against you clit, opting for a softer, more languid touch. The combination of the harsh thrusts he was giving you and the light touch over your clit, seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, fuck- that’s it, Sam. Please keep going- please, please, please!” you sputtered out quickly, back arching off the bed.

“There we go, see I told you.” he smirked. “you’ve got one more in you Let me have it, sweet girl. Cum with me.” he commanded.

With a few more deep thrusts of his hips, the fire burning in your stomach exploded as your second orgasm took over your body. This one was more intense than the first, your vision blurring and the sound of Sam’s praises sounding like faint background noise.

Sam reached his own high just seconds after you, a shaking, moaning mess above you. Rambling constant praises to you.

When he finally came down, he pulled out of you carefully and collapsed beside you.

“Jesus christ…” he mumbled to himself breathlessly.

You both laid there for a few seconds, trying to recover and take in what just happened.

“Do you think we woke anyone up?” You asked, turning your head towards him.

“We?” he scoffed playfully. “I didn’t, but you might have.”

You blushed crimson, pulling the comforter over your face.

After another minute or two, you got up, searching around for your t-shirt.

“Where are you going?” the same words you’d said to Sam just a little bit ago, were echoed back to you. You giggled. “Getting my shirt so we can clean up.”

Once you located it, you picked it up and cleaned yourself off, handing it off to him after.

“Think you can go to sleep now?” Sam jested, eyes scanning over your naked body like he could honestly devour you all over again.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head back to my room now.” you faked a serious tone as best you could, reaching out for your t-shirt still in his hands.

His face contorted in disbelief and you couldn’t stop the smile that took over you face.

Using the shirt to his advantage, he tugged it as hard as he could, pulling you back down onto the bed beside him. “You’re evil for that.”

“Aw, does Sammy boy not wanna sleep alone during the storm either?” you quipped, reaching to poke his side and he squirmed away, snatching your wrist swiftly.

“Don’t even start. You’re the one who came to my door doe eyed and begging.” he smirked, pulling you into him. You opened your mouth to object, but he stopped you.

“It’s okay, though.” he kissed your forehead softly. “I told you; this is exactly what I wanted to happen.”

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 11 months

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The Night Before - a Malevolent Fanfic

(Part of the Surrogate series. Before A Secret Friend.)

A moment of intimacy between Arthur and John.

A rare joke told.

A small secret given.

A precious treasure received.

AO3

———

The night before, Arthur can’t sleep.

Something isn’t right, but he doesn’t know how to address it. Something changed in the last few hours—and it changed when he was given a clean bill of health.

He doesn’t know why it changed. From all accounts, this should be the best night of… well, hardly his life, but the best night in a while. Hastur isn’t home. The bandages are gone. He’s still purple, but it’s fading. Faroe is visiting daily, and she’s still bringing him flowers.

(Arthur suspects Hastur has done something to keep the flowers in season all year around because she likes them so much, but he would never dare ask.)

Yes, it should be a good night. John even swears the scar tissue is miraculously not too bad. It’s more that you’re still skin and bones than any scarring, he’d said, which is the weirdest way to get someone to eat that anyone ever had, but that was John for you.

You’re still not asleep. John reaches for his hand.

“I can’t. Something is weird.”

Weird?

Arthur shrugs, staring at the eternal darkness that is his world, hoping John enjoys the view of the canopy which, he’s been assured, matches Faroe’s (at her insistence; she doesn’t understand he can’t see). “Just weird.”

John gives Arthur’s hand a squeeze. Tell me.

“Something changed when they took off the final bandages, is all. I don’t know, John. It felt like we opened a new chapter. Only… that isn’t right. Like we pulled the pin on a grenade? That isn’t right, either. Like something turned its attention toward us tonight, when they said I’m finally well.”

John is silent for a long moment. I don’t sense anything, Arthur. It all feels the same.

“Maybe it just means Hastur is coming home.” Arthur stretches; he will never again take for granted the ability to stretch without feeling like half his body was tearing away.

Maybe. Ugh. I wish he’d stay away longer.

“What’s he been doing, anyway?”

He lost a lot of territory while he was running around trying to figure out how to separate us, says John, then pauses. I don’t know how I know that, but… anyway. He’s gaining it back. Interlopers moved in, so he’s having to fight.

“Wow. That’s a thing to consider. Gods fighting… wow.”

Yeah. ‘Wow.’ It’s ugly. I remember. I mean… it was kind of a game. To me. At the time.

“But?” Arthur is very good at hearing when John leaves something unspoken.

But I… see it differently now. John hesitates the way he always does when admitting what he used to be, the things he’d done. I hurt people and didn’t think about it at all. Hurting them wasn’t the goal, it just…

“Didn’t matter.”

Yeah.

“That’s not who you are now, though.” It’s Arthur’s turn to reach for John’s hand.

John is quieter. It was.

“We both have a lot of things we’d take back, if we could.” Understatement of the century, that one. “We’re alive. That’s what matters. We can… make up for what we did.”

Sure.

Arthur laughs weakly. “Now who’s being all doom and gloom?”

John gasps. You laughed, he says in a tone usually reserved for sunsets of unusual beauty.

“I do laugh sometimes, John.”

Not nearly as much as you used to. Before he… John makes a strangled sound.

“Well. I guess I’m learning again.” His thumb strokes the back of John’s hand.

John sounds a little choked, still. I can think of no better sound. Fuck the piano. Your laugh is my music.

Arthur laughs again, not even on purpose. “Are you drunk?”

Don’t be stupid.

“Well. Sappy drunks are my favorite, anyway.”

What? Why?

“Cute. Affectionate. Good for cuddling, and whatever. I like sappy drunks.”

After a moment, John says, What kind of drunk are you?

“Before Faroe died, I was a happy drunk. Apparently, I’d get funny. I’d make loads of music, with tons of dirty jokes, right on the spot, and get everybody having a good time.”

And… after Faroe died?

“The bad kind. The worst kind. The kind who’d hit anybody if he thought he could get them to hit him back.”

I’ve never seen you drink.

“Parker got me to give it up.” Arthur shrugs. “Seems like a bad idea to start again now.”

Yeah. John hopes that isn’t one of those things he shouldn’t have said, that he hadn’t hurt Arthur by accident again. John slides his thumb over Arthur’s hand. Still feeling weird?

“Yes. Something changed, John. I have a bad feeling about when Hastur comes back.”

Your feeling tell you anything we can do about it?

“No.”

John sighs.

So does Arthur. “As long as Faroe—”

Don’t. Just fucking don’t.

Arthur is quiet for a moment too long. “It’s how I feel. Do you want me to stop saying it?”

Fuck. No. I don’t want you to hide things from me. Okay? I just…

Arthur waits. “You just what?”

I want you to give a damn about you, okay? That’s what I want. For things to be okay if you’re okay. Are you happy now?

Arthur withdraws his hand.

Fuck. What? What?

“I don’t know how to give you that.”

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, Arthur?

“I don’t know.”

John waits. Arthur isn’t crying yet. John counts it as progress. Don’t you want things to be okay for you, Arthur? You… you’re not… you don’t want to be hurt, or something, do you?

“No. I’m not suicidal, John. I’m not anything, is the problem. I don’t feel anything about my survival, one way or another.” He pauses. “And I’m not even scared by that, and I know I should be.”

Arthur…

“I guess maybe you just need to feel it for us both.”

John inhales. You’ll let me do that?

Arthur blinks. “If you want to. I won’t… make you do anything, or—”

John touches his lips, then reaches across and grabs his hand again, holding tight so it can’t repeat its escape. If you’ll let me, I can hope for both of us. That’s all I want to do. Quieter, like a vow: I’ll see you through this, Arthur. I will. To the end. I won’t ever let go.

And Arthur does a new thing he’s never done before.

He’s crying again, which he has done, but it’s not sobbing; it’s tears, just tears, as he lifts John’s hand to his lips and kisses it.

Slowly. Lingering. Then he presses it to his cheek, getting his tears all over the back.

Oh, Arthur…

“I don’t deserve you.”

Don’t start that bullshit. I’m the eons-old god who had fun torturing people, and you don’t deserve me?

“When you put it that way, maybe you’re exactly what I deserve.”

A joke.

John laughs. From relief more than humor, he laughs, and it is dark and scary and hearty and deep, just his laugh, and he can’t help that it sounds evil.

Arthur knows the difference, anyway. John’s laugh isn’t evil. Hastur’s is.

After a moment, Arthur laughs with him. And it isn’t long, and it isn’t deep, but it is real.

He rolls over, holding John’s hand, and though tears still sting on his cheeks, he’s stopped leaking already—surely a record. He curls, pressing John’s hand to his chest. “Goodnight, John.”

John grips him, a tight and profound union. Goodnight, Arthur.

Somehow, in spite of weirdness, in spite of grief, in spite of looming mystery, Arthur goes to sleep.

And John watches, and John waits, and John treasures that second joke in his heart like the most valuable thing he’s ever been given, greater than worlds or wealth or warriors, and he does not let go of Arthur’s hand.

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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hey! could i request something with the prompt

'' give me one good reason to stay in bed. '' '' i'll make out with you. '' ''good enough for me. ''

i feel like that’s a very hotchniss morning situation :) thank you!!

Ooo YES I love this.

This is just pure fluff. Because I don't know about you, but I really need it.

-x-

Linger

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none!

Read over on Ao3 in my collection of mini fics, or below the cut

She wakes up slowly to the sensation of Aaron’s hand running up and down her arm, his fingers skipping over her skin.

“What time is it?” She asks, smiling when she feels her husband kiss the top of her head.

“6.45.” He answers softly. “You go back to sleep love, I’m going to get up and do a few things before Jack and Grace are awake.” He says, slowly trying to unwrap himself from around her. “We promised them we’d go to the park today, I should catch up on some work before we do.”

“No,” she groans, turning over so she’s facing him, shifting so she’s all but laying on top of him. An ineffective weight against him, as if he couldn’t slip out from under her easily. “Don’t get up.”

He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand up and down her back. “There’s so much to do, Em.”

There was always something to do. Always a case, or paperwork. A soccer game or a dance class. Their home life felt more hectic than their work life at times, especially since the birth of their daughter a few years before. Emily just wanted a few minutes with her husband, some peace before the day began.

She sighs, briefly pressing her forehead into his chest before she sits up enough to look at him, steadying herself on his chest with her palm.

“Aaron, honey, love of my life,” she says, smiling sleepily at him, “it is not even 7am on a Sunday morning. We have the day off. By some miracle the kids are still asleep.” She moves her hand to cup his face, stroking his cheek gently. “Let’s lay here, make the most of the time we have left just the two of us,” she leans down and kisses him quickly, smiling as she pulls back, “before we have to be Mom and Dad again, or Hotch and Prentiss.”

“They are both early risers.”

“You say that like they don’t get it from you.” She replies, her eyebrow raised at him. “Grace certainly doesn’t get it from me.” She yawns as she speaks, proving her point entirely.

He smiles at her, clearly already ready to give in, but there’s a shine to his eyes that was always just for her and their family. A lightness she knew their friends had seen hints of, moments when Aaron would shine through from underneath Hotch. His sternness, something he wore like an armour, allowed him the ability to make tough decisions, the burden of it all weighing heavily on his shoulders, the load he refused to share. He was better at it now, better at letting her help him. It was something they struggled with at the beginning, when they shifted from friends and colleagues to partners in everything else. It was a core part of them now, something that came as easy as loving each other. Freely gifting their strength to each other, knowing the other was always there when they needed the same in return.

''Give me one good reason to stay in bed.'' He jokes, his hand already sneaking up her t-shirt, his palm warm against her skin as he pressed her closer to him.

Sometimes she wished the others could see this version of him. How playful and soft he could be, so different from the man who could command a room with nothing but a scowl and a single word. She wished her friends would believe her when she said she was ‘bad cop’ in their house. Their little girl and Jack both aware they could convince Aaron to do anything, leaving Emily often rolling her eyes at all three of them as she had to be sensible.

Mostly, she was glad of it, no matter how selfish it might be, that this version of him was hers alone. Something only her and their children were privy to. It was a privilege, to know him like this, to be loved by him, and she counted herself lucky that after everything this was where they had found themselves.

She pretends to think about it, narrowing her eyes slightly as she bites her lip, already shifting so she’s sitting on him, her knees on either side of his hips.

''I'll make out with you.'' She replies eventually, leaning down and pressing her lips against his, smiling when he instantly responds, his palms firm against her back as he holds her to him.

''Good enough for me.'' He murmurs against her lips, swallowing the chuckle that escapes her as she settles against him, her hands moving to cup his head, holding him in place. He’s just about to roll them, to press her into their mattress, when a door crashes open in the hallway, followed by the sound of their daughter, her voice ringing out.

“Mommy!”

Aaron groans as he pulls away from his wife, his forehead against hers and she chuckles, stamping another kiss against his lips before she pulls away, getting out of bed in an instant.

“You shouldn’t have spent so much time arguing with me about the benefit of a lie in.” She says, winking at him as she moves towards their bedroom door and opens it, almost bowled over by their enthusiastic 4 year old who runs into her mother’s legs, her arms wrapped tightly around her. “Good morning, baby.” Emily says, leaning down and picking the little girl up, heaving her onto her hip as she walks over to the bed. “You’re up early.”

“I waited like you said, until my clock said 7.” The toddler enthuses, already clearly ready for the day as Emily places her on the bed next to Aaron, climbing in herself and placing the covers back over them both. “Hi Daddy.”

“Hi Gracie.” He replies, smiling at his daughter as she snuggles against Emily, the littles girl's braids no longer as neat as they had been when he did them the night before. “Is Jack awake?”

Grace shakes her head. “Jackie still sleeping.” She looks back and forth between her parents. “Breakfast?”

“Not yet, honey. I’m trying to get Daddy to stay in bed for cuddles,” Emily says, looking back up at her husband with mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“I want cuddles!” Grace says, all but launching herself at Aaron, hugging his arm tightly as he shakes his head at his wife, a loving smile on his face.

“Playing dirty I see.” He deadpans as Emily scoots over to join them, smirking as she does so, Grace happily snuggling between both of her parents. “I guess we should wait until Jack is awake for breakfast anyway.”

“Exactly.” Emily says, leaning over their daughter to kiss him quickly. “Now stop talking, and cuddle us.”

“Yeah Daddy, cuddle!” Grace says, turning to look at him, a look on her face that matches Emily’s perfectly.

Aaron shakes his head slightly at them but tightens his hold both of his girls in his arms.

“Like I’d ever be able to say no to you two.”

-x-

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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Sword for Hire Chapter 3

Bronn x reader

Word Count: 759

Summary: Some light bonding over your first few days together.

As it turned out, just down the road from that river he’d spotted was a little inn that the pair of you ended up calling home for the next two days. After a minor argument about payment (mostly consisting of him saying something along the lines of, “You wanted to come here, not me,” and your follow-up of, “You’re the one that wants to fuck me, ser”), you ended up simply splitting the cost right down the middle. And if the two of you weren’t already quite the strange sight for the peaceful innkeeper’s family, the way you both slapped coins down onto the counter certainly made you seem all the stranger.

The first night didn’t consist of much talking. For all his swagger, Bronn genuinely seemed to hold some concern about the slice through the meat of your thigh, so once you had bathed--under his extremely interested gaze--he made quick work of sewing it shut. Then after he’d wrapped it in clean linen provided by the innkeeper and bathed himself--this time under your watchful gaze--the pair of you inhaled dinner so quickly that you weren’t exactly sure what sort of stew it had been. And the rest, as they say, was history.

It wasn’t until well into the next morning when you were sore in all the right ways that Bronn finally asked, “So what’s a woman like you doing getting jumped by fuckin’ Lannisters in the wee hours of the evening?”

“Trying to get some godsdamned sleep, “you said, voice incredulous enough that it made him snicker. You smiled to yourself in response, tracing a thumb over an old scar low on his abdomen. “You a sellsword, then?”

“Could I be anything else based on what you know?”

You scoffed. “I’d eat my own boots if you were.”

“Well, fortunately for your boots, Winter hasn’t made us that desperate yet.”

“We’d be in loads of shit if it had; fucking Winter’s just started.”

“What about you?” Bronn asked after a moment.

You shifted so you could see his face. “Hmm?”

He said nothing for a long time, just seeming to study your face in the golden light streaming through the window. Then, he gently guided you up for a long, heated kiss. It was quite a few minutes later that you finally separated again, and somehow you’d ended up straddling him in a slightly more chaste reenactment of what you’d been doing a few hours ago. His hands were skimming along your bare sides when he proclaimed, “You are too fuckin’ gorgeous for your own good.”

“The better to distract you from your own inquiries,” you teased, leaning forward onto his chest with your weight mostly on your forearms. “But I think you were asking if I’m a sellsword like you.”

“Was I?” Gods, that cocky grin of his was something else. “Can’t quite recall.”

“You were,” you confirmed with a little roll of your hips, “and I think the answer is obviously yes.”

“Small world then, sweetheart.” His hands on your hips encouraged you to keep rocking against him. “Between jobs I take it?”

“Wouldn’t have been trying to nap in the woods if I wasn’t, now would I?”

“I dunno. You might be into that sort of thing.”

You raised your eyebrows at him before pointedly raking your nails across his scalp in the way that had made his eyes roll back so beautifully earlier. “I think you havea pretty good idea what I’m into by now, Bronn.”

His chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled. “That I do, and I highly doubt you’d have complained about me taking you against a tree back at your campsite. Now would you?”

Your groin flashed with a wave of heat.

And judging from the smug look on his face he knew it, too. “Nothing like a good fuck after a fight, huh?”

“Well, I dunno about good, but I suppose you’ll work in a pinch.”

A playful growl left him. You felt one of his hands move to the center of your back just a moment before the world was upended byhim flipping your positions. “I’ll show you a good fuck,” he was muttering as he bit his way down your neck.

“Please do,” you encouraged, hand now thoroughly tangled in his dark hair.

“Smarmy little shit, aren’t ya?”

“Are we fighting or fucking? Because you’re doing an awful lot of talking for the lat--” You broke off with a squeak as Bronn nipped hard at your nipple.

“That’s what I thought. Now let the master work.”

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Event | 5th Anniversary: The Way Back Home | Chapter 3 - Spring Planet Story

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Citron: I am very eggcited about the Spring Troupe training camp!

Sakuya: Up until now, we’ve been doing training camps with a combination of troupes and they were super fun, but I’m also really looking forward to a training camp with just Spring Troupe!

Tsuzuru: Same here.

Itaru: The training camps were left up to each troupe, so we can go wherever we want, but is there anywhere in particular that you guys want to go to?

Masumi: Anywhere is fine by me.

Chikage: I’m fine with wherever you all want to go.

Citron: We could go to Zahra again~!

Sakuya: Hmm, where to go for a training camp… Of course, I’d be happy with anywhere, but…

Sakuya: The purpose of this training camp is to think over the MANKAI Performance and think about what we wanna do for the spin-off performance, right?

Tsuzuru: So then, how about a place related to the A12 dwellers?

Sakuya: I like that idea! I wanna go to a place that really has the feel of Saku and everyone else.

Sakuya: I think we’ll be able to come up with a solid idea of what we wanna do in the spin-off performance if we do that!

Itaru: If that’s our mission objective, then I might know a place that fits the bill.

Masumi: Fits the bill?

Itaru: A tree that’s the legit Mother Tree.

Tsuzuru: If you're talking about what I think you are, I know about that place too. I found out about it when I was doing research for the script.

Chikage: I know of that place too. I’m sure we’d be able to go there for a training camp.

Masumi: Huh…

Citron: The Mother Tree, I am very curious!

Sakuya: Me too.

Sakuya: The real Mother Tree… I think that’s where we should go to think of ideas for the spin-off performance.

Tsuzuru: Yeah. I really want to reference the Mother Tree in the Spring Troupe spin-off, so I’m sure I’d get some good inspiration out of it.

Itaru: Well then, I guess for Spring Troupe’s training camp we’re going to see the Mother Tree.

Citron: I completely agree!

Masumi: Fine by me.

Chikage: It’s settled. I’ll start looking for a place close to the Mother Tree where we can have the training camp.

Sakuya: Gotcha!

Chikage: I just did a quick search and it looks like there’s a cottage not too far from the Mother Tree.

Itaru: Cottage, huh? It’ll def give more of a sense of communal living rather than staying at an inn or hotel.

Sakuya: This’ll be like another role study for the A12 dwellers!

Tsuzuru: Ooh, there’s a kitchen too. Maybe we can cook there and all eat together.

Masumi: There’s a big open room too, we could practice there.

Chikage: Looks good. Well then, I’ll make a reservation for this cottage.

Sakuya: Please do!

Itaru: Well then, other than that, do we have to make a reservation to take a train or something like that, or…

Citron: Wait a moment!

Masumi: What?

Citron: If we’re going on a long trip, I think we should go by car this time and stop at rest stops and such!

Tsuzuru: That would give it the complete road trip feeling.

Chikage: Well, some training camps are actually like trips. I have no objections to that.

Sakuya: Wah, that sounds so fun! We’ll be able to eat a lot of local foods that way too!

Masumi: I don’t mind that.

Tsuzuru: Well, if that’s the case, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea.

Citron: Yes! We will put music on in the car and go on a very fun drive!

Chikage: Well then, good luck driving, Dad.

Itaru: No way in hell, I’m not driving alone this time, we’re taking turns…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: Has everyone got all their luggage loaded in?

Tsuzuru: Yep. I think I’m all set.

Itaru: We’re all set on snacks and drinks too.

Citron: …Oh! I have forgotten Citron Junior!

Tsuzuru: Is he really necessary?

Masumi: Why can’t you come with us?

Izumi: We already said these are training camps for each troupe. I’m sure you’ll have fun with everyone, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: …Fine. I’ll send you a LIME, and I’ll call, so look out for them.

Sakuya: Masumi-kun, it’s almost time to go. We’re off, Director!

Izumi: Have a safe trip!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Itaru: Here we are, Citron’s requested rest stop.

Citron: Yaay!

Sakuya: Waah, there are so many shops lined up.

Citron: Eating good food at rest stops is the blue measure of traveling by car!

Masumi: You mean “true pleasure”.

Tsuzuru: Don’t just wander off.

Citron: Oh, but I must! I want ramen and I’m interested in a meat bowl. And ice cream, crepes, fries, chicken takoyaki…

Tsuzuru: Just how much are you going to eat!?

Chikage: Haha, well, since we’re all here, let’s all try different foods.

Itaru: That shake just might be catching my eye, looks pretty good.

Sakuya: Yeah! I wonder what it tastes like.

Citron: What do you want to eat, Masumi?

Masumi: Nothing really…

Masumi: !

Sakuya: What is it?

Masumi: There’s local curry bread.

Itaru: Ooh, there is. Must be pretty popular, there are a lot of people waiting in line.

Masumi: I’m gonna get some to bring back to her.

Sakuya: Eeh, I know how you feel, but we’re headed to the training camp right now, so you can’t!

Tsuzuru: He’s not even hesitating…

Itaru: The Masumi Equilibrium, anytime, anywhere.

Chikage: They have extra spicy curry bread too. I’m interested too, so let’s get some. You want any, Masumi?

Chikage: We can stop by here again on the way home to buy some more for Director-san as a gift.

Masumi: …Okay, let’s do that.

Citron: Well then, let’s go check out the shops immediately! This way, this way!

Itaru: Yep, yep.

Chikage: As you wish.

Sakuya: Wahwah, Citron-san, wait up~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: And we’ve arrived.

Sakuya: Wah, it’s so big and pretty…!

Citron: It reminds me of the cottage we went to for the Spring-Winter training camp~.

Tsuzuru: That cottage was so spacious and luxurious.

Citron: It was very fun to eat so many types of food at the rest stop on the way here! The ramen and the ice cream were the best~!

Sakuya: The curry bread we ate in the car was really yummy too!

Masumi: Yeah. It was fun to have something a little different.

Itaru: Yeah, it was nice to have good food and all, but I’m tired from all that driving…

Chikage: It was quite the hike.

Citron: Oh, Itaru has stretched out on the sofa.

Masumi: Even though Chikage took over, he doesn’t seem affected at all.

Tsuzuru: Amazing…

Sakuya: Thank you for driving, you two! You did a good job…!

Itaru: Yeah, yeah…

Chikage: Well, seems like the sun is setting, so I guess we’ll stay here for dinner tonight.

Tsuzuru: Yeah. I know the only ingredients we have are the ones I brought in advance, so there’s only so much I can do, but is there anything you guys want?

Masumi: Doesn’t matter to me.

Citron: I want to eat sweet shrimp nigiri sushi!

Tsuzuru: Of course, you’d say that, but that’s not possible…

Tsuzuru: Anything you want, Sakuya?

Sakuya: Umm… well, I’d like napolitan!

Tsuzuru: Oh, good choice. Well, I’ll get started on it then.

Sakuya: Thank you so much! I’ll help make it with you!

Citron: I will help too! Itaru and Chikage worked hard with driving, so they can just relax on the sofa!

Itaru: Will do…

Chikage: Thanks, I’ll take you up on that offer then.

Tsuzuru: Masumi, can you get the ingredients out of the bags over there?

Masumi: Got it.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Itaru: Ooh, the napolitan looks good.

Masumi: …

*Camera clicks*

Chikage: A picture? Are you posting something to Inste?

Masumi: I’m sending her today’s dinner menu.

Chikage: Ah, of course.

Tsuzuru: Well then, time to eat.

Itaru: Time to eat.

Sakuya: Let’s eat! …Mmmh~, it’s so good!

Tsuzuru: Haha, I’m glad.

Citron: Napolitan is very yummy, but tomorrow I want you to listen to my request!

Tsuzuru: Well, okay, but I can’t do sushi or a full-course meal.

Itaru: We’re going to practice tomorrow and then go see the Mother Tree, right?

Masumi: Yeah.

Chikage: After that, we can schedule to go sightseeing and shopping for souvenirs.

Sakuya: I’m really looking forward to practicing in a different spot from normal, going to the Mother Tree, and sightseeing!

Itaru: I’m gonna have to try not to oversleep tomorrow.

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#a3!#a3! translation #〚 event #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki

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V's Vacay

I'm feeling fluffy, and so are they...

“Will ya sit down V, I’m getting dizzy with all this pacing the room.”

“Can’t sit down Ker, too excited.” V had been up before dawn making sure that Kerry – albeit begrudgingly – was up too, and other than for the five minutes he was in the shower, he’d been doing laps of the room ever since.

“Anyone would think you’d never been on vacation before,” says Kerry, half amused and half charmed at the giddy look on his husband’s face, “you have been on a vacation before, right?”

“Course, but this isn’t just a vacation, it’s a honeymoon, we’re finally getting to go on our fucking honeymoon Ker,” and with that he lifts Kerry right up from his seat on the couch and spins him around showering kisses on his cheeks.

It hadn’t been that long, just a few weeks since they got married but as ever work got in the way of taking their honeymoon straight after. Kerry had the album to finish, V was installing a new computer system in the Afterlife, this was the only opportunity they had to spend a full week away from work together for at least the next six months, so they were grabbing it with both hands.

“How long now?” V had been asking that question about every ten minutes for the last hour,

“Del is due at nine, so about eight minutes.”

“Are you sure we’ve packed everything?”

“Still yes.”

“How long’s it take to get to Thailand again?”

“Still about twelve hours.”

One of the few things Kerry missed about the villa was being able to see the road from the windows, he and V would stand looking out over North Oak, V’s arms wrapped comfortably around Kerry’s waist, until they saw Del circling the roundabout and they knew it was time to make their way to the gates. Here at the penthouse they had to wait for the jarring buzz from the intercom to prompt them into action, and right on cue there it was.

After telling the cab they’d be right down, V loads the cases into the elevator then grabs Kerry’s hand, kissing his knuckles and pulling him into the tiny space. Never one’s to pass up an opportunity like this, the rocker has the fixer pinned to the wall all the way to ground level and it’s a more dishevelled and flushed V that exits into the taxi at the other end.

Kerry is, of course, unphased by international flights having travelled the globe for decades, V however hasn’t flown further than the east coast and definitely never in first class, so it is with awe and excitement that he enters the cabin and takes his seat next to Kerry, well, next to is actually stretching it a little, they could just about touch fingertips if they tried however the private booth does also boast a couch and a small bar for use once they’re in the air.

Mid-flight, feeling nicely mellow and curled together on the couch, V reaches out for Kerry’s fingers and tangles them in his own, “Any regrets?”

“Nah, only that I didn’t marry you sooner,” V flushes and squeezes his husband’s hand, “how ‘bout you?” V takes a moment to ponder, not long but enough time for Kerry to lean up on his elbow and look worriedly at the other man, “V?” Kerry smooths the crease in between V’s brows with a finger and runs the back of his hand over the younger man’s cheek.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says quickly, “but I sometimes wonder…I wonder if you’d have met me before – y’know – if we’d still have got together, if we’d be here now.” V looks down, suddenly worried he’d said the wrong thing.

“Babe,” Kerry says gently, pressing his palm to his lover’s chest, “we were all different people once. You’d’ve never wanted to come near me if you’d met me at your age, toxic lifestyle, toxic friendships, ego too big for meaningful relationships, still hot as hell obviously but…” V chuckles, “thing is, we’ll never know, we’re not meant to know, we’re happy now and that’s all that matters.”

Kerry’s right of course, V looks up into those beautiful, gold-ringed eyes, “Thanks Ker, I love you.”

“Love you too Mr Eurodyne.”

Kerry hadn’t told V much about where they were staying, just that it was private and on the coast, and V hadn’t felt the need to ask, he was with Kerry Eurodyne, they were on their honeymoon, what the fuck else could possibly matter, but Kerry had spent months finding the right place and was seriously happy with his choice, especially when he saw his new husband’s face light up as the automated hire car pulled into the drive of the house.

“Shit Ker it’s gorgeous,” he breathes grabbing Kerry’s hand and staring at the deceptively humble-looking building.

Although made of wood and reasonably traditional-looking from outside, the house was in fact a luxurious three-bedroomed villa, mostly underground to keep cool, but with a balcony from the upstairs bedroom that overlooked the azure seas of the Gulf of Thailand. After the tour, taking in the pool, games room and state-of-the-art kitchen they find themselves drawn through the master bedroom – taking up the entire top floor – and onto the sun-drenched balcony.

“So, whaddya think?” asks Kerry, slipping a hand into V’s back pocket and pulling him closer.

V looks out over the ocean for a moment once more finding it difficult to believe where he finds himself, a klepto-punk from Heywood, in a tropical paradise with a rock-star who loves him. “Ker, honestly, there’s no way I could be any happier.”

“Yeah, but the house, what do you think of it?”

“It’s beautiful,” he says quietly, looking at his partner and clearly referring to more than just the house.

“It’s yours.” Kerry tells him with a kiss to the palm of the hand he’s holding.

The comment wakes V from his reverie, “Huh?”

“It’s yours, my wedding present to you.”

Every instinct tells V that he shouldn’t accept such a gift, that expensive presents don’t come without a motive, that something will be expected in return somewhere down the line, but then he looks into Kerry’s eyes seeing nothing but love and a pinch of excitement and realises what a gonk move it would be to argue, and that Kerry can have anything he wants from him anyway, literally anything, “Thank you Ker, I…didn’t get you anything.” he says grinning and theatrically patting his pockets.

“Sure you did,” Kerry purrs pulling him through the balcony doors by the hand, “let’s go make some memories.”

#kerry is my muse #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x male v #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk 2077 #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk v #kerry x v #fluffyflufffluff

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survey--s · 2 years

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369.

What weird food combinations do you enjoy? The main one that comes to mine is apple slices and mayonnaise. I tried it once by accident (had a load of stuff on a plate and dipped the apple into mayonnaise without looking) and it was really nice, haha.

Where do you get your news? Mostly social media, but when the Queen died we did put the TV on and watch it on there for a bit as it was such a historical moment for our country really.

What social stigma does society need to get over? Women having children by different fathers.

What was the last photo you took? My three cats all sitting in a row and staring at me, lol.

What are you currently worried about? I’m not really actively worried about anything right now. I just have a feeling I’m about to get my period and I could really do without that this week, ha.

Do you think aliens exist? Absolutely. Not in the sense of little green men, but I think the universe is way too big for us to be all there is.

What mythical creature do you wish actually existed? Unicorns.

What are you interested in that most people aren't? Taking surveys, lol.

What's the most ridiculous thing you have bought? I’ve bought plenty of daft things over the years, to be honest. I couldn’t pick one particular item that stands out though.

What sounds hit you with major nostalgia every time you hear them? The song Umbrella by Rihanna, the Neighbours’ theme tune, the Disney “home video” music.

If given the opportunity to open a museum, what kind would you create? Honestly, I have no real interest in opening any kind of museum. They’ve never appealed to me at all.

When was the last time you immediately regretted what you said? I honestly couldn’t tell you.

What's the silliest thing you've seen someone get upset about? Oh, all sorts of things. I had a customer yell at me because we’d sold out of breaded ham once, hahah. I mean, honestly. What was the best thing that happened to you today? It’s the weekend so I got a lie in, lol.

Do you consider yourself a good cook? I’m not a bad cook, but I don’t enjoy cooking so it’s not really something I ever bother with. It’s just too time-consuming for me.

What's the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about? Oh who knows - I can argue about anything given half the chance, lol.

What did you google last? The photo that’s on the top of this survey.

What fashion trend makes you cringe or laugh everytime you see it? Crocs. I DON’T GET IT. Also high-waisted “mom” jeans.

What's your favorite holiday movie? Love Actually, Elf, Nightmare Before Christmas, The Holiday.

How ambitious are you? It depends. If it’s about something I love, I can be incredibly ambitious but I’m also naturally quite a lazy person, hahah.

What topic could you spend forever talking about? Beagles or dogs in general.

Which way should toilet paper hang, over or under? Over, always over. Only psychopaths hang it under, lol.

What word is a lot of fun to say? Discombobulation.

If you didn't have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time? If I never felt tired, I’d probably work some more and earn more money, ride more often and be more sociable.

Are you usually early or late? I’m always early. I find it really disrespectful when people are late.

What do you wish you knew more about? Dog training and behaviour.

What is the most annoying question you've been asked? It annoys me when people ask about whether we’re going to have children. I think some people don’t realise just how intrusive that kind of question is.

How different was your life 1 year ago? Not very different, really.

What quirks do you have? I’m really sensitive to certain food textures.

What movie title best describes your life? I have no idea. What was the last lie you told? Again, no idea.

What type of music do you listen to? All sorts - country, musical soundtracks, rock, pop, indie etc.

Are you a good listener? No.

What is your favorite milkshake flavor? Raspberry or chocolate.

Do you think you're brave? In some respects, yes.

What are you most grateful for in your life? My health, my marriage, my family and my animals.

What is a relationship deal breaker for you? Abusive behaviours, controlling behaviours.

What are some things that give you complete peace of mind? A good night’s sleep, being at home with my animals and my husband.

Would you like to explore another planet? Yep, that would be absolutely amazing. Who was your favorite cartoon character as a child? Arthur.

What would you do if you were the president of your own country? Sort out the universal credit system, and make sure everyone was eligible for full sick pay if needed.

#survey #surveys

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Not So Hypothetical

Day 6! I’m a little late with this one but it’s still the 11th, so it still counts! Enjoy some soft fluff.

Warnings: Some fear and slight panic

Summary: Wilbur finally tells Tommy his secret.

Word Count: 1949

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“Hypothetically,” Wilbur started all of a sudden, catching Tommy’s attention away from the shirt he was fixing up. He leaned his head upward to try his best to see Wilbur’s face, though it was difficult with how they were situated. With Wilbur laying on the couch and Tommy practically on top of him. “If I was a human, how would you react?”

Tommy blinked and slowly lowered his stitching. “Like…if you suddenly turned into a human?”

Wilbur was silent for a moment. “Sure.”

Tommy thought for a moment, before grinning. “King, if you suddenly turned into a human, I’d make you get us so many things. We’d be loaded!”

Wilbur laughed, which shook Tommy from his position on him. “Yeah, that’s fair.” His laughter died down though and Tommy felt him take a deep breath. “What if I…what if I had always been human?”

Tommy paused. “What do you mean by that?”

Wilbur swallowed thickly. “Like, hypothetically of course, what if I had always been human and was able to shrink down because of some magic I had found.”

Tommy laughed nervously because this was starting to sound too freaky for him. “Alright Wil, knock it off.”

But Wilbur continued, voice still startling serious. “What if when you had found us in the woods, me, Techno, and Phil, it was because we had gotten lost when exploring the woods at our new size. What if the human house we told you we lived in was actually owned by us, as humans.” Wilbur’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Would you still trust us? Trust me?”

Tommy started squirming in Wilbur’s hold. This was going too far to only be some joke. Wilbur…Wilbur was serious, wasn’t he?

“Wilbur?” Tommy asked, matching Wilbur’s low whisper. “Are you human?”

“…Yes.”

That simple answer caused Tommy’s heart to skip a beat. A million thoughts entered his mind about how and why and what were they going to do to me-

He didn’t even realize he had tried to get up until Wilbur hugged him tighter, keeping him trapped in his arms. Tommy’s breath caught in his throat.

“Please don’t run Tommy, please, the last thing we’d ever want to do is hurt you.” Wilbur said, face in his hair as he held him close to his chest. Tommy froze, allowing himself to be held and breathing in deeply.

“Why?” Tommy managed to get out, though his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Why what?” Wilbur’s voice matched Tommy’s, as if any louder would scare Tommy off.

Tommy had a lot of questions he could follow up with, but he settled on what he thought was the most important one. “Why have you been shrinking yourself down and-and hanging out with me? What are you…” He trailed off when the next question got caught in his throat.

“Nothing. We aren’t going to do anything to you, I promise. The shrinking was an accident at first. After that, we decided to explore a bit with it, though we got a bit too in over our heads going out into the forest. That’s when you found us. We didn’t even know borrowers existed until you showed up.” With one arm still around Tommy, he used the other one to pet Tommy’s hair in a soothing manner.

“I…I did think you guys were weird. Not knowing anything about outie borrowers and all. I just-I thought it was an innie thing.” Tommy said, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the fact that he hadn’t realized sooner.

“It was a reasonable assumption.” Wilbur chimed in. “After all, who would think three humans had shrunk down?”

“Right.” That made him feel a bit better.

“And we kept coming back because we liked you, Tommy. I mean, you took in three strangers and gave us food and helped us back to our house. And the more we visited the more we started to love you.” Tommy gasped at that. Love? They…loved him? Wilbur chuckled and he could practically see the smile on his face. “We love you, Tommy. I love you. There’s no plan to-to lure you into being our pet or whatever. We want you, but not like that. We want you as part of our family.”

“Family?” Tommy asked softly.

“Family.” Wilbur confirmed again and Tommy finally relaxed. He was still terrified of the idea of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil being humans but he also trusted them despite those fears.

“You doing okay?” Wilbur asked and Tommy answered by turning over in Wilbur’s hold and hugging him back, burying his face into Wilbur’s chest. He nodded.

“Yeah.” And surprisingly, he really was.

“Good. I’m really glad.” Wilbur said and it sounded like there had been a huge weight lifted off his chest. “Would you want to come and visit while I’m human-sized?”

Tommy tensed at that but Wilbur was quick to reassure him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to. This is all up to you. You just let me know when you’re ready. And if you never are, that’s okay too.” Tommy relaxed again.

“I need to think about it.” Tommy said, face still pressed against Wilbur’s chest, making his voice muffled. But Wilbur heard him all the same.

“Of course Toms. Until then, we’ll continue to hang out just like this, okay?”

“Okay.”

***

Tommy was nervous, that much was obvious. Even Wilbur had been able to tell, so it had taken some convincing to tell Wilbur that he was ready. Ready to finally see Wilbur as a human.

As the two walked toward the human house, Wilbur kept glancing at him, making sure he was okay. “You sure about this Toms?”

Tommy groaned. “Yes you b****. I’m sure.” And he was. He might still be terrified of the idea but he knew Wilbur would never hurt him.

“Alright. Just remember, you’ll be in charge. I won’t so much as touch you unless you’re okay with it.” Wilbur explained and Tommy nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. He never thought he’d have a say in the presence of a human but here he was.

They went into the walls of the house and around the winding tunnels before popping out into what Tommy could only assume was Wilbur’s room. Everything was far bigger than he was used to and simply imagining Wilbur being able to use everything was weird. He noticed a guitar in the corner of the room and wondered if Wilbur played. He’d have to ask him at some point after this.

Wilbur led Tommy to the middle of the room before backing a bit away until he was practically touching the wall at the other end of the room. It made sense though. If Wilbur was about to grow, he didn’t want to be near Tommy when it happened. “Ready?”

Tommy nodded, not able to find his voice. Wilbur nodded back and then closed his eyes. It looked like he was concentrating rather hard.

Suddenly, a light filled the room and Tommy turned away from it, not wanting to go blind. It died down a second later though and when Tommy turned back, Wilbur was kneeling down, human-sized

Tommy’s breath caught in his throat at the sheer size difference. It was not only terrifying but weird to see Wilbur so big. He had to crane his neck up to even see Wilbur’s face and the human was currently not even at his full height. Tommy took a step back on instinct and watched as Wilbur’s eyes softened.

“Hey Toms.” Wilbur said and even though he was trying his best to keep his voice low, it was still a lot louder than what Tommy was used to. “It’s okay. It’s still me.”

Tommy took a moment to steady his breathing. Wilbur was right. He was still him, no matter his size. He trusted the human.

It’s just, well…a lifetime of being terrified of humans wasn’t an easy thing to simply get rid of.

“I know.” He said, voice surprisingly normal. Tommy was proud of himself for keeping the shakiness out of it. “It’s just…a lot.”

Wilbur chuckled softly. “Yeah, I bet. But you’re doing great, King.” Tommy smiled a little at the nickname. “Remember, I won’t move unless you give the okay.”

Tommy nodded. He knew it would be so easy for Wilbur to take everything back. To not listen to Tommy, to-to grab him and lock him away. But Wilbur stayed where he was, only moving a bit so he was off his knees and sitting down on the floor. Despite that though, Tommy wasn’t ready to have Wilbur come closer.

So instead, he glanced around the room, taking more of it in. However, in the end, his gaze once again landed on the guitar. This time though, Wilbur noticed. “I can play something if you want?” He asked and Tommy nodded. He’s never really gotten to listen to music before, maybe it would take his mind off of his fear.

Wilbur reached over and grabbed his guitar, situating it onto his lap. He strummed a few chords before messing with the bits on the top before strumming it again, apparently satisfied this time. “Any requests?”

Tommy blinked. “Uhh…”

Wilbur paused. “Oh, right.” He chuckled sheepishly. “I’ll just do one of mine. How does that sound?”

Tommy nodded again, a bit more excitement in the motion this time. Wilbur smiled before the strumming of the guitar started.

It was beautiful. Tommy had never heard anything like it. It was soft and calming and slowly but surely, as the song continued, Tommy felt himself relax more and more.

He glanced up and noticed that Wilbur seemed to really be in it, as his eyes were closed and his head bobbed slightly forward and back. He wasn’t paying attention to Tommy at all and that made Tommy feel slightly better.

The borrower took a few steps forward before even realizing what he was doing. He paused. Part of him wanted to scurry back, stay as far away from the human as possible but the other part, the one that was growing larger by the second, wanted nothing more than to be close to the man he saw as a brother figure.

As the music continued to put him at ease, he listened to the latter part of his mind and stepped closer. And closer. He looked up as he continued to walk but Wilbur’s eyes were still closed. That only fueled him more and he finally made it close enough to touch Wilbur’s leg.

Now, at that moment, he could do a lot of things to get Wilbur’s attention. He was pretty sure even a simple touch would cause Wilbur to look down at him but instead, Tommy gripped the fabric of Wilbur’s pants and started climbing.

He felt the muscle underneath him tense and the music suddenly stopped but Tommy didn’t falter. He lifted himself up onto Wilbur’s knee and met eyes with the human, who was currently looking at him with awe.

“Hey.” Wilbur said softly, smiling at him fondly.

Tommy felt warm at how soft Wilbur was being, so of course he answered with, “hey b****.”

Wilbur laughed out loud, almost knocking Tommy off balance. “Sorry, sorry.” Wilbur said as his laughter died down.

Tommy rolled his eyes and took a seat on top of Wilbur’s knee. “Can I hear some more?”

Wilbur blinked before looking at the guitar still in his hands. Tommy must have caught him off guard more than he thought. “Oh, yeah, of course.” His eyes got fond again. “Anything for you, Toms.”

And as Wilbur began to play again, Tommy knew that everything was going to be okay.

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #au #borrowers #tiny!tommy #borrower!tommy #sizeshifter!wilbur #mentioned sizeshifter!phil #mentioned sizeshifter!techno #fic #my fic

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Day 125.4: Accidental Bonding (Part Four)

(You can start at Part One, if you’d like.)

"Come on," Harry begged, the following Friday. "Please come to dinner." The bond had only seemed to strengthen in the past eighteen days and Harry found his mind turning to thoughts of Draco almost constantly whether they were together or apart.

And touching the other man was almost second nature at this point. They spent all day every day touching the other without thinking; they sat with their ankles pressed together under their desks, hands brushed against shoulders and backs as they walked past each other, they frequently held hands without even talking about it first, and Harry couldn't remember the last time that he'd woken up without being wrapped around Draco's body or vice versa. Yes, the bond wasn't showing any signs of weakening.

"Your friends hate me, Potter," Draco reminded him as he pulled a wine glass down out of the cupboard.

Harry sighed, "But they wouldn't if they got to know you."

Draco leveled him with a glare, the kind that Harry had learned to recognize as a shield of sorts that the other man used when he was feeling insecure. "They have good reason to hate me," he said as he filled the glass.

"Not anymore," he protested.

The other man rolled his eyes and took a large swallow of his wine.

"Come on," he said again. "If you're there no one will flirt with me."

Draco face twisted in disgust, it was unpleasant for both of them if someone touched one of them with certain intentions.

"If they're rude, you can leave right away," he added.

"What's in it for me?" Draco asked.

He thought for a moment, "A foot rub," he offered, remembering the night that Draco had drunkenly been complaining that his feet hurt and Harry had drunkenly offered a foot rub. There'd been something immensely satisfying about it, he assumed it was something to do with the bond and not with the look of rapturous delight on Draco's face.

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Draco's eyes narrowed, "And I can leave immediately if they're unkind."

"Yes."

"And you'll give me a long foot massage?"

He laughed, "Yes."

"Fine."

Harry grinned at him. "Excellent. Let's go then, they're meeting us at The Night Owl."

"How did you know I'd say yes?" he asked, looking affronted.

"I didn't," Harry lied, even he'd had a strong suspicion he could convince the other man. "They could eat there without us if you didn't want to go."

He didn't seem entirely convinced but he allowed Harry to take his elbow and he apparated them to the apparition point closest to The Night Owl.

Ron and Hermione were already sitting at a booth when they arrived, and Harry slid his fingers through Draco's as he headed over. "Hey," he greeted brightly.

His best friends both looked up, smiling at Harry before doing a double take when they saw Draco standing there beside him.

"Malfoy," Hermione said, eyebrows lifting. "What a surprise!" she said, glancing at Harry.

He could feel Draco's nervousness like it was a tangible thing. "Yeah," Harry said, widening his eyes meaningfully at her, "I told you he might be coming."

"Yeah," Ron said, "But we didn't think he actually would."

"Well," Draco said, detaching his hand from Harry's, "This has been fun but I'm going to-"

"No," Harry said, turning toward him and grabbing his hand again, "It's fine," he said, glaring at his friends, who he had told to be on their best behavior and to just give the other man a chance.

"Yes," Hermione piped up. "Stay, please. We were just surprised."

Draco looked at Harry for a long moment, obviously arguing with himself before nodding once and sliding into the booth.

Harry slid in next to him, the first (and hopefully largest) hurdle out of the way.

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Dinner went surprisingly well. Hermione and Ron obviously struggled a bit but Harry had asked them to give him a chance and they seemed to be trying.

Everyone seemed to relax a bit once they'd had a few drinks and when Draco got up to use the loo, Harry turned to his friends, "So?" he said eagerly, "He's different, right?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other before Hermione said carefully, "I think it's too soon for me to tell."

"Yeah, mate," Ron agreed, "I know you've always had that thing for Malfoy but," he shrugged, "it's hard to know what's real and what's an act."

"You do know that he like cut ties from his parents, right?" Harry asked incredulously, "he believes that all of that pureblood nonsense is garbage."

"Does he though?" Hermione asked, "Or is that just what it behooves him to have you believe?"

"He lives in a tiny flat!" he protested. "He said that he was so compelled by your arguments about house elves that he couldn't bring himself to have one for his flat."

"Are you sure?" Ron asked, "Or does he just hide it from you? House elves are wicked good at magic."

"He knows how to cook," Harry said, "From scratch. And he knows cleaning spells," he added. "Why would he have to know cleaning spells?"

Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, "Maybe you're right-"

"Just give him a chance," he said. "You won't-"

"Better talk about something else," Ron interrupted, "He's headed this way."

"Well, I tried to get Lugnok to speak with me about the discrimination that Goblins have been facing for ages in the wizarding community, but he wasn't very forthcoming," Hermione started as Draco slid into the booth once again.

"Oh," Draco said as he pressed his shoulder against Harry's and they both relaxed into the pleasant hum thrumming through the bodies, beginning at their shoulders and radiating outward. "I read the last article that you published in The Daily Dilemma," he said excitedly. "It was fascinating," he added.

"Really?" Hermione asked, sounding surprised.

He nodded, "I always wanted to learn more about Goblin magic but good information is so hard to find. When I was young, I'd hoped that it was something they'd teach at Hogwarts-"

"Yes!" Hermione agreed emphatically. "I have been trying to convince Minerva of that for years."

"We don't know nearly enough about magic that other beings possess and honestly," he said, lowering his voice slightly, "I don't know why any other magical being puts up with us. I can't understand it." He shook his head, "I mean for all intents and purposes, their magic is stronger than ours and they've got better control of it. A house elf, for example," he said, "when they want to apparate somewhere it's just a snap of the fingers. And their blind apparation is loads better than ours," he shook his head, "And that's just one spell."

Hermione nodded, "It's never made sense to me."

Draco swallowed, "I'm sorry about that, by the way," he said, not quite meeting her eye, "for making fun of your organization." Then his mouth twisted, "For a lot of things, really," he continued. "Many that were worse than that."

"Thank you," Hermione said after a moment. "I appreciate your apology."

He nodded once. "You probably know this already, but Henri Laurence is a real advocate for changing the way we treat other magical beings. He could probably help your causes."

"Who?" she asked, brows furrowing as she tried to place the name.

"Henri Laurence," he repeated.

She shook her head, "I'm not familiar with that name."

"He works in transportation," Draco replied.

"Why would I talk to someone in transportation?"

He gave her a wry smile, "Henri works closely with a lot of department heads to schedule their trips. He's very amiable and everyone loves him," he added. "More than one political career has risen and fallen by his words. He also works with the Minister quite a bit, the Minister is quite fond of him."

"I never would have thought to start there. Thanks for the tip," she said, giving him a cautious half smile.

"Of course," Draco said automatically. "I'd be glad to give you names if you're ever wondering the best way to get things into people's ears. I'm afraid I can't do introductions, though," he said with a self depreciating laugh.

"Thank you," Hermione said, sounding genuinely grateful. "That would be so helpful."

Draco gave her a little smile and Harry felt hope bubbling merrily in his chest.

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As the evening drew to a natural close, Harry couldn't help but think that everything went exceptionally well.

Draco was still talking about Hermione's current project with the Goblins at Gringotts as Harry headed back toward the bedroom, Draco trailing along behind him. "It's invaluable," he said as he started to strip so he could put on his pajamas. "This research could change the way that we think about other beings. We could really have the opportunity to understand them better and then maybe we'd understand our own magic and our own limitations better."

Harry nodded, "You sound just like her. I thought you two might hit it off."

"Did you?" Draco asked curiously as he crawled into bed.

He nodded, sitting at the bottom and pulling Draco's left foot into his lap, pressing his thumbs up the curve of Draco's arch. "You're the only other person I know who likes to talk about Magic Theory."

He let out a low moan as Harry's thumbs rubbed the ball of his foot, "Potter, you are really good at that," he said, thoroughly distracted from the conversation they'd been having.

Harry laughed.

"I'm serious!" the other man protested. "If the whole saving the world, one idiot at a time thing fails, you can go into foot massages."

Chuckling, he shook his head, "Can you imagine?"

"Yes," Draco replied, closing his eyes and settling further into the mattress, "I'd come see you every day."

"Ah, in that case," Harry teased, "maybe I should think about it."

"You do that," he said, in that distant voice that meant he wasn't listening to him anymore.

"Read something," Harry said.

The other man opened one eye to look down at Harry, "What?"

"Read me something," he said. "Grab a book off your nightstand," he said, nodding to the pile, "And read. But don't pick something boring."

Draco reached over and plucked a slender book off the nigh stand, "I think you'll like this one. He gets everything wrong but it's delightful." He cleared his throat, "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit..."

Harry listened as he read, a smile tugging at his lips, his chest filling with warmth.

This was nice, Harry couldn't help but think. Living with someone, sharing meals with someone, having someone in your bed when you went to sleep and when you woke up. It was nice to have the sound of someone else's voice and the feeling of someone else's hand in yours.

He wondered if he'd miss it when the bond ended in twelve days.

More importantly, he wondered if Draco would miss it.

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