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starneko123 · 3 years

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Ensnaring Sorceress

Something for @ninibear3000 OC's Asma and her amazing simp Sanayah!

Put your loving hand out, baby

I'm beggin'

"Korë? I swear I have heard that name somewhere." Asma announced as she leaned on her bo staff and Sanayah took her place beside Asma crossing her arms and looking at their preceptors. "Nova Korë Nagako is popular in Outworld because of her status amongst other things. Along with the rest of her family." Fujin informed looking at Asma and Raiden making eye contact with Sanayah. "She is to arrive in Earthrealm today near a village and she has been doing so for the past few days but only staying for perhaps a few minutes then leaving." Raiden explained, "You will find her and try to get information as to why she has been making frequent visits and have not given reason to those visits." Fujin finished and the two elemental students were on their way.

"Do you think she's a demon?" Asma asked her friend as she twirled her bo in elaborate ways to keep her distracted "Lord Raiden said she was Edenian like Kitana and Jade. But maybe she's half of something either way why would someone of Outworld come to Earthrealm and to a random village no less." Sanayah questioned freely in the air even though she was talking to Asma. The said airbender shrugged and let out a dreamy sigh at the mention of the green bo staff wielder "I don't know. People of Outworld come to Earthrealm for many things just like we go to Outworld for things...you know?" Asma mentioned and she was going to continue until they reached the village or well the village's forest. They were on the village grounds.

Now they were keeping their eyes out. She could be anywhere."You know what's messed up? We don't even know what she looks like all we know is her name." Sanayah mumbled as she let out a groan and summoned her sword which caused the sound of thunder to sound about the village and far off.

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your loving hand out, darling

Korë was humming to herself while gently picking the flowers and pulling the stems out. She was taking her sweet time and she didn't even intend to rush or be rushed. She was on her last batch of flowers and herbs till she heard the sound of thunder. She inwardly groaned as the name popped in her head of who it could be and it would only be a matter of time before she felt a strong breeze shake her body and send her and her alone in the air. She kept the same pace as she continued to pluck the flowers and herbs.

"Is that her?" Asma asked herself and Sanayah knelt and saw her...picking flowers? "She doesn't look like a threat," Sanayah said even though Korë had her back turned and they couldn't see her face her posture and aura did not seem threatening whatsoever. "Just because it doesn't look threatening doesn't mean it is threatening Nayah." Asma told her as she reached for her bo staff and she heard Sanayah hum as a response and it was in agreement. The both of them sucked in a breath as Korë stood up and stretched. The two students seemed to be holding their breath until she turned around.

Korë let out a small sigh as she stood and brought her hands to her back. She kept her lower body still and she moved her upper body back and she kept leaning back until her back made a popping sound and she let out an irritated moan. She turned away from the bushes and looked down at her basket. It was full and she was getting tired. She dragged out the ribbon that was holding her hair in a bun. She went to a standstill when she heard shuffling nearby and as many times she has been here she never saw animals.

Riding high, when I was king

Played it hard and fast, 'cause I had everything

Walked away, wonderin' then

But easy come and easy go

And it would end

Sanayah let out an audible gasp as Korë turned around "She is so...pretty." A basic answer but there were a lot of words for her. "Now is not the time not the place Sanay-" Asma was cut off mid-sentence by an energy blast. It blasted her back a few feet but there was no damage to her person as she got back up quicker than Korë expected. "Such a beautiful for stalkers. What brings you here?" Korë said as she adjusted her clothing and her claws. "That's the question we should be asking you, Princess," Asma said as she appeared next to Sanayah "You didn't go unnoticed." She finished as they both readied their weapons without saying anything else. Korë did the same but instead of using her whip, she thought today would be good to use her black beauty spear.

Korë ran forward and struck her spear into the ground and used it to pivot her body upwards into the air. She curled herself into a ball to turn her body and put her leg out aiming at Asma hitting her with a dropkick and sending both of them to the ground. Korë rolled away and got back on her feet but so did Asma as she kicked herself up and turned to face Korë. Asma made her way to the spear wielder to thrust her bo three times near Korë's face but all three missed. Asma did a spinning move and did another thrust to Korë's exposed stomach and it landed. As Korë made a guttural noise Asma didn't hesitate to send another blow with her bo staff to Korë's back sending her down on one knee. Korë grunted as she saw Asma get ready to strike her down with the bo but Korë caught the end of it and twisted to where Asma wouldn't loose grip but Korë now had her own grip on it on the opposite end and jabbed Asma in the chest.

Korë was able to whirl the staff around and bring Asma closer to Korë. Now Asma's back was pressed against Korë's chest as she brought the staff to Asma's neck and pressed her head into it. Korë had no intention of killing bringing unconsciousness was the key. Korë was about to put the last blow to the already worn-out Airbender until she was shocked with thunder. She let out a bone-crushing shriek that echoed throughout the forest. The 'thunder' was coming from Sanayah and Asma was able to detach herself from the sorceress before she was shocked as well. When Sanayah saw that she stopped and Korë turned to look at both of them she dropped to her knees and mist started to emit from her body then everything went black.

So why every time I lead you let me go?

Every time I reach, you get me low

Every time I seek, you let me know

But I planted that seed, just let me grow

I'm on my knees while I'm (beggin')

'Cause I don't want to lose (you)

I got my arms all spread

I hope that my heart gets fed

Matter of fact, girl, I'm beggin' (beggin', beggin')

"Did I kill her?!" Sanayah asked in a panic and rushed over to the Outworld Princess and Asma made a face mixed with annoyance and fatigue as she watched her do so. She let out a small whine "Grab her and I'll grab the basket." Asma said as she rolled her eyes and made her way to the said item.

They made their way back to the White Lotus and Korë was awake and walking not protesting whatsoever. All she asked for was her basket and Asma gave it back with no complaints. "Your visitation to Earthrealm was not forewarned. Why?" Raiden inquired and Korë had a very flat look on her face. Trust me, she would be showing respect and kindness if her insides weren't reduced to slush and her back wasn't aching. "Why would I forewarn about plants Lord Raiden?" Korë asked and the conversation continued "I only came to Earthrealm for the soil. Silas has been making progress with renewing Outworld's soil but it's slow work. I momentarily needed Earth's soil for my plants. My mother's and Outworld can vouch for me Thunder God." Korë said as she made her way into his Sky Temple to heal herself.

She created an energy ball and let it levitate around her body, healing different parts and sections. She then heard a knock...two knocks...and then three. "Yes?" Korë as sweetly as she could muster and the door creaked open to a 30-degree angle and out popped two heads. Asma and Sanayah. Korë was able to have a good look at them, Asma had beautiful dark skin that complimented her glowing eyes and pearl white hair that was braided and put in a bun. She was wearing all white but with orange and yellow cloud-like patterns which Korë silently complimented. Sanayah had brown skin and was noticeably taller with or without her hat, she had long black hair and brown eyes she believes. Either way, they were both beautiful in Korë's eyes.

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your loving hand out, darling

I need you (yeah) to understand (yeah, oh)

Tried so hard to be your man (hey)

The kind of man you want in the end (oh, oh)

Only then can I begin to live again

An empty shell, I used to be

Shadow of my life was hangin' over me

A broken man that I don't know

Won't even stand the devil's chance to win my soul

"Yes?" Korë asked again looking at the two next-gen elementals crossing her legs in the process but also keeping up with levitating energy ball. Asma was the one to speak up "We- I have your spear." Asma said as she walked into the room and Korë lazily held her hand out. "So I'm Asma." She introduced herself as she sat next to Korë "I'm Sanayah!" Sanayah followed Asma's lead and sat on the other side of Korë. Korë made no sign to move she just made herself comfortable "I'm...Korë." She paused then giggled as if they didn't already know her name. She looked over to Sanayah "I haven't been in the Sky Temple for awhile...mind showing me around?" She asked as her fuschia eyes bore into Sanayah's dark brown and those painted black lips spread into a grin.

And that's how it went. You think someone who was electrocuted by their opposer would be livid. But no...she asked for a tour. "So you're a part of an elemental group and your specific element is thunder and lightning?" Korë had never heard anything like this before and she was interested. "Yes. The person you saw earlier she controls the wind like Lord Fujin." Sanayah clarified and she looked back at Korë "So what about you?" Korë raised a brow "What about me?" Sanayah gestured to Korë's...lovely person "You! Everything about you." She couldn't ask the question. She knew what she wanted to ask but couldn't do it. What's wrong with her now? "Everything about me?" Korë put her clawed finger to her chin in thought.

"I am divine." Korë answered and Sanayah looked intrigued "Divine? I thought you were royalty." Korë nodded "I'm a lot of things. I'm a butterfly." Sanayah laughed but that loving look never left "A butterfly?" Korë hummed in agreement "Stars." It was Sanayah's turn to raise a brow "You're a star?" Korë shook her head "Stars in your eyes." Korë answered as she pointed a clawed finger at Sanayah's face. "I would personally like to call them hearts. But to each their own." Sanayah's said and then it was silent. The comfortable kind.

What we doing? What we chasing?

Why the bottom? Why the basement?

Why we got good shit, don't embrace it?

Why the feel for the need to replace me?

You're on a runway track from the good

I want to paint in a picture telling where we could be at

Like the heart ain't attached where it should

You done give it away, I had it 'til you took it back

But I keep walking on, keep opening doors

Keep hoping for that the call is yours

Keep hoes on hold

'Cause I don't want to live in a broken home

Girl I'm beggin' (beggin', beggin')

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your loving hand out, baby

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your loving hand out, darling

I'm fighting hard (yeah)

To hold my own (to hold my own)

Just can't make it

All alone (all alone)

"It was very nice meeting the both of you," Korë said as she grabbed her basket. It was nice. Truly nice. It could have a home better but still nice. "I just wish that our first encounter could have gone differently," Sanayah said with a somber look on her face "I'll be coming back soon, I can never truly leave Earthrealm." Korë said sending a wink and smile towards Sanayah and waving at Asma. That seemed to brighten Sanayah up.

"You're in love, huh?"

"Shut up."

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cha-lyn · 3 years

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Milk & Eggs - Fourteen

Farmer!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1998

Summary: Small Town /Farmer Bucky AU // Reader leaves the city to go live with her grandma. She meets an attractive farmer and, no, they don’t hit it off.

Warnings: fluff and some angst (maybe)

A/N: What a ride. This is the Final Chapter of Milk & Eggs. I truly appreciate the feedback. Really - if i didn’t know people were reading this I would’ve never finished it. Thank you, Thank you all. 💛 I have some other stuff in the works so don’t go too far 😏

Master List // Previous Chapter

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You spend the rest of the day catching up and planning the week with Grams. You’d have your usual bakes this week, as well as the Henderson twins’ sweet sixteen birthday cake and scones for a housewife the town over who was hosting a tea party. Once it’s all been delegated, you and Grams sit on the back balcony of the apartment with mugs of tea.

You break the comfortable silence with what’s bothering you. “Grams. Do you think Bucky and I are moving too fast?”

She thinks for a moment before answering. “I don’t think it matters if you know how you feel about someone and they feel the same way. Your grandpa and I dated for three months before he proposed and we were married three weeks later. Some say we rushed into it, but we both knew what we felt and we were on the same page.” She stirs some more honey into her tea. You smile.

Your grandpa was a distant memory for you--he’d passed when you were still young, but you remembered some things about him. He’d been a rancher and had several horses. The memories you did have of him were fond. He’d take you out to do chores with him-and at that time they were fun and you were more than willing. He spoiled you with hot chocolate behind your mom’s back and taught you how to shoot a gun.

“Looking back I would’ve married him in half the time,” she laughs. “Why the sudden concern about how fast you’re going?”

“I made a joke. I said he should get a dog and I’d come over more and he was like ‘You over all the time, come over anymore and you’ll have to move in.’ And then I choked on my coffee and there’s awkward tense silence and then he says he's joking…” you sigh, looking at Grams for guidance. She just chuckles at you. “Don’t laugh, Grams. We had this weird tense talk on the way back about defining our relationship and if we know each other enough and me not being able to see the future--”

“You never have been one to plan ahead, dear,” Grams interrupts. She catches your questioning look. “It’s true. You’d climb a tree effortlessly for the view and then all but lose your mind trying to figure out how to get down. You did things by the seat of your pants. But you always figured it out. You moved here pretty spur of the moment too, come to think of it.”

You chew your lip, “Ugh. That’s your cryptic way of telling me….” You pause and look to her to finish the thought. She laughs and shrugs, “Maybe it’s okay to not have it planned out. You two seem to have a good balance of making each other happy and being honest with each other.”

You nod, but don’t respond.

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The next evening there was a knock at 6:30 sharp. You shuffled down the stairs to meet Bucky, who was dressed in his nice jeans and a button up with a bouquet of lilies. Your favorite.

“Hey slick,” he grinned at the sight of you. “You look beautiful. Got these for you and Sue,” he says handing you the flowers.

You blush, “Thanks Buck. You look nice, too. Come on up.” You turn to lead him up the stairs, but he grabs your hand.

“Can we—can I just say something before we go up there?”

You nod, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair and you immediately think the worst.

“I really, really care about you. I’m sorry for how things went yesterday … I get what you mean about not seeing the future right now. When I was in the service, we lived day to day. We’d have plans and ideal outcomes, but then shit would happen and plans were just plans, so I get it. Nothing ever really goes as planned. I don’t need a label or a detailed plan for the future. I’m sorry I badgered you for one. I guess I just wanted you to know that I-I’m in this.” He waves his hand in between the two of you. “As fast or as slow as you wanna go, I’m in.”

Your heart thumps in your chest as his words sink in. You stand quietly for a minute, long enough for Bucky to start looking uncomfortable. “Bucky… I-”

“Oh hello James!” Grams’ voice calls down to the two of you. “You guys come on up, I’m taking the food out of the oven now.”

You see your out and start up the stairs, “Uh, Let’s go.”

Bucky sighs, defeatedly, but follows you up the stairs.

Dinner was delicious, the conversation was much less serious with Grams present. Bucky insisted on doing the clean up--he made Grams relax and almost didn’t even let you help. When the dishes were done and dried, the conversation meandered until Grams let out a big yawn and bid the two or you goodnight. The silence that followed was deafening.

No sooner than Grams had shut her bedroom door, Bucky turns and asks, “Can we pick up where we left off?” You swirl the wine in your glass and nod slowly, but don’t answer so Bucky continues. “I’m in this. Wherever you want this to go and however fast.” Another stretch of silence as the two of you lean against the counter tops, it's getting awkward. “Are you going to say anything?”

“Honestly, there was so much of that with Spencer and then it all blew up in my face. I’m … scared to make plans again-- to have those kind of feelings again just for them to be ruined.”

As you say it, it’s almost as if it replays in front of you. The initial swell of feelings when he touched you and kissed you. The late nights spent building imaginary houses and naming imaginary kids. But this time as the memories play back, they’re tainted. Soured with another memory, this one painful. You know Bucky isn't anything like Spencer, he’s proven that to you.

As if reading your mind, Bucky breaks through your fog, “I’m not him. You know that right?”

“Of course I know you're not him Buck-“ you sigh, planting your hands on your forehead. You had to make a choice and you know in your soul you can’t live with a life of what ifs. “So let’s do the damn thing.”

Bucky’s face broke into that blinding smile. “You sure?”

“I’m sure I’d regret it if we didn’t try,” you say raising your glass.

Bucky clinks his beer to your glass, before leaning over to kiss you on the top of the head. “Let’s do the damn thing.”

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Two months later

“Slick, what should I pack for this trip?” You hear hangers sliding as he searches for clothing in his closet. “Slick? I need help.”

You sigh, putting down your book and sliding off the bed. “What do you mean? We already ordered your suit for the wedding.”

Bucky stands in his closet, shirtless in a pair of old grey sweats. “For all the other stuff we’re gonna do.”

You wrap your arms around his waist. “Jeans, maybe a few nicer shirts. A hoodie. Bring your bathing suit-- our AirBnB has a private hot tub.”

Bucky hums, “Seems like you’ve planned this whole trip down to the minute. Please show me the itinerary.’

“Nope! I got big plans and they are top secret confidential.”

Bucky turns to face you, hands firmly on your hips. “I bet I can get them out of you.” You cock your eyebrow. “I was in the military, I know torture.”

You throw your head back to laugh, but that was a mistake. Bucky starts assaulting your very ticklish neck with kisses. You try to push away but he has you in a vice grip.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were ticklish,” he deadpans. His fingers find your sides and though you squirm, you can’t get away.

“You can’t break me,” you choke out between laughs. Bucky doesn’t believe you--Hell you don’t even believe you--so he increases his attack, zeroing in on an armpit. “Ah-st-stop. I can’t breathe.”

Bucky stops immediately and you bolt out of the closet, “Liar!!” he shouts, following you out, laughing.

You’re trying to catch your breath as you sputter, “Finish packing. Please. We gotta get up early tomorrow to make it to the rehearsal on time.”

Bucky narrows his eyes, “This is a trap. But fine. I’ll leave you alone. All night. No snuggles, definitely no sex.”

You roll your eyes, “I know where the blankets are-- don’t you worry about me, worry about packing.” Bucky eyes you for so long you think he might attack again, but instead he turns back into the closet with a huff.

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You and Bucky left the next morning for Seattle, the both of you giddy for a weekend away. Once you hit the city, Bucky lets you drive to the quaint AirBnB you chose for the trip. It was a cute little mother-in-law cottage on one of Seattle's surrounding islands and it was right on the water. Bucky was itching to know your super secret itinerary, but you wouldn’t budge on the surprise you had planned for him. You promised he’ll know more after the wedding.

The wedding was gorgeous. Brad and Aaron were both so handsome and their vows made you bawl your eyes out, which just made Bucky pull you closer and kiss the top of your head gently. Spencer was there, a plus one of a mutual friend, but he kept his distance from you and Bucky, so the night succeeded in being very romantic and relaxed. You spent most of it in Bucky’s arms on the dance floor, which is exactly where you wanted to be. He was the last person you thought would have dance skills, but again he surprises you by being quite nimble on his feet. He twirls and dips you until you're both dizzy and in a fit of giggles.

The next day, despite your busy late night, you and Bucky are up bright and early. Bucky was as excited as a kid at Six Flags, begging you to just break the surprise to him early. You refused of course- it was fun watching him squirm. Bucky questioned your every turn on your way to the surprise.

“So, where are we going?” he asks for the 30th time.

“Bucky. You will see when we get there,” you say smugly.

“I wanna know now.”

“It’s okay to want,” you retort.

Ten minutes later, you turn into the parking lot of Seattle Whale Watch tours. You look at Bucky, “We’re here.” Bucky’s eyes are wide.

“We’re going whale watching?” he blinks slowly. “How’d--you remembered? I said that forever ago!”

“Of course I remember Bucky. It was a dream of yours… I wanted to make it come true.”

Bucky just grinned. “You’re the best.��

Bucky’s practically leaning off the boat with the biggest grin ever on his face. It’s been a particularly busy day as whale traffic goes, so Bucky was elated to say the least. “This is amazing. Wow.” He turns to you. “Thank you, slick. I-That was better than I imagined.”

You grin, so pleased that he’s happy. “I’m glad you liked it.”

He pulled you to stand in between him and he railing, “I told you that you knew me,” Bucky said smugly in your ear.

You smile as you turn to face him, “You were right, Buck. But there is something about me that you don’t know.”

Bucky purses his lips, “Doubtful doll.”

You shrug, but continue anyway, “I love you.”

Bucky blinks. “Well shit. I did not know that.” Somehow, Bucky’s smile for you was brighter than it was for the whales and the sparkling blue of his eyes putting the ocean around him to shame. “I love you.”

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yellowsuitcase · 3 years

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Betwixt; Draco Malfoy: Chapter 2 - The Prince

A/N: Getting settled! Enjoy

Warning(s): Swearing

Word Count: 4.8k

Credits: @10amnoodles Check her out! her artwork is incredible and this series wouldn’t be happening without her :)

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“Here is where you will be staying indefinitely. You have an hour before your etiquette lessons start. They will be held in the library on the first floor at exactly 10 o’clock. Please do get settled; your uniforms are hanging in your wardrobe. You are expected to wear them every day unless told otherwise,” Olive opened the door. I gave her my thanks for showing me around, and she took her leave. Once she was gone, I stepped into my new room.

It was better than I’d expected, honestly. I had assumed I’d receive a bed and wardrobe, and while the room did have those essentials, it certainly wasn’t limited to them. There was a dark wooden desk in the right corner; a matching wardrobe leaned against the wall next to it. The room was lit up by two glass doors leading to a balcony. I instinctively took a step towards them and found myself standing on a cream-colored rug. It was perfectly circular and looked very expensive. I hastily shuffled off of it, not wanting my dirty shoes to taint its color.

I proceeded to the balcony. There were two pots of blue flowers in each corner, as well as a bench sat in between both doors. Despite my aching feet, I found myself at the railing, clutching it firmly. I ignored the discomfort of the chilly autumn air nipped at my skin. From where I stood, I could see rooftops and people moving through the city, albeit they did look like dots from this height. I tried to look past the walls, tried to see home. Of course, all I could see were fuzzy blobs vaguely resembling trees. I couldn’t help but think of Jasper. God, I hope he’s okay. I wonder if he’ll be upset with me when I come back.

Reluctantly, I shoved Jasper from my mind and retreated into my bedroom, kicking off my shoes as I sauntered over to my wardrobe. Upon first glance, I could tell it was handcrafted. However, it had undeniably seen better days. The wood was chipped in numerous places, and one of the knobs was dangerously loose. I gingerly opened its doors to reveal several white dresses. I pulled one out and held it up to my chest; it looked as if it’d fit me well. I stood in front of the vanity adjacent to the wardrobe to examine it further. The dress was quite simple, just a flowy frock paired with a dark blue corset and green apron.

I made sure my door was locked and got undressed. I then slipped into the corset and attempted to tie it on my own. I thought I had done quite well, but when I examined myself in the mirror, my eyes widened at the sight. The ribbons were twisted, wonky, and overall atrocious, barely acceptable. Yet, it was the best I could manage. I had never been a fan of the restricting garment.

I went back to the wardrobe to hang up Ginny’s dress when I was dressed. Upon getting close to the closet, my eye caught sight of a loose panel in the back of it. Quickly, I pushed the dresses to the side to get a better look. “Huh,” I mused aloud. The board had a slight bend in the corner of it as though it had been forcefully yanked from its place on more than one occasion. Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached out my fingers and grasped the corner, testing the waters, seeing how much it would give. Surprisingly, it resisted my gentle tug. Although this should’ve deterred me, I was too interested now. I planted my foot firmly in front of me, bent my knees, and yanked on the panel. It remained stuck. I tried again; this time, it gave way so easily that I toppled over onto my back with a loud thud.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, examining the board in my hand. Then I looked up from the ground; my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw it. Behind the panel was a tight crawl space. I hastily got to my feet and leaned my face towards it. Cold air fanned over my face, carrying the smell of dirt and dust particles with it. I reeled back, coughing violently. “What on Earth…”

It looked as if the channel had no end. It was fully dark, but my room's light highlighted all the numerous cobwebs covering the walls. Hesitantly, I stuck my hand inside it, feeling the rough stone walls as I did. Where could this possibly lead? Surely, it’s not a secret passageway. There’s no way Ron was right... Fuck, what if he was? I pulled my head out of the wardrobe and scanned my room for a clock, locating one on my bedside table. I picked it up and looked at the time: 9:30. My eyes drifted back to the wardrobe, then to the forgotten panel on the floor. Fuck it. I hiked up my dress and clambered into the closet. Yet, once I got inside, my feet hesitated as I faced the dark abyss.

My heart pounded in my chest. This could lead anywhere. If I was lucky, it could lead home. Yet, I had no way of knowing how long it was, whether or not it was safe, if I’d be able to turn back. Tick, tick, tick. The unmistakable sound of time passing reminded me I had a mere thirty minutes to spare. I decided to go through with my decision, putting my head down and crawling into the hole. It was only when I got my entire body inside that I realized how truly tiny it was. The floor of it felt unpleasant against my exposed elbows, and I could feel fear beginning to set it, but I was in too deep now; I had to keep going.

I trudged forward and, at some points, dragged my body through the crawlspace. It wasn’t getting any brighter, and the cobwebs were only getting thicker. Nevertheless, I kept going until my hand reached forward, only to find that the floor had, inexplicably, ended. My heart stopped, and I quickly curled my toes and pulled my body backward, away from the edge. Once I had calmed my pulse, I picked my hand up and felt around. My fingers found the ledge, as well as a wall beneath it. Wondering if there was anything else, I extended my arm downwards. As I did this, my hand brushed up against something firm. Hastily, I curled my fingers around it. It seemed to be a wooden pole of sorts. Upon further exploration, I discovered I was touching a ladder. Excitement stirred within me, and I reached upwards, trying to find the ceiling. I waved it around wildly in the dark; I couldn’t feel anything but air.

Time was still ticking, so I extended my arm backward and latched my fingers around the edge of the crawlspace’s ceiling. Then, with wobbly legs, I got to my feet and stood up. “Okay,” I breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly, I turned myself around and lowered my right foot. It found the first rung of the ladder, then my left found the second. I climbed down it until my feet met the floor. An echo sounded when they did, and I whipped my body around, startled. I couldn’t see anything, I couldn’t hear anything, but the scent of mildew and mud was unmistakable. However, my curiosity was only growing, and after a few moments of standing with my back against the wall, it overpowered my fear. Tentatively, I stepped forwards and stuck out my hands.

As I moved them around, my left pinky finger came in contact with something sturdy; another wall. I ran my hand up, down, and across it in every way I could manage. Just as I was going to try the opposite wall, my hand hit something cold. I yanked away with a gasp but then reached out again; this time, I felt something smooth. As I ran my fingers up, I felt little bumps and then a rough stick. I pinched my fingers onto it and felt some sort of crust smear onto them. Puzzled, I brought my hand to my nose and sniffed. Ash. It smelled of ash. This was a candlestick, I realized. My heart leaped; this meant I could return with a flint striker to light the tunnel. That’s just what I’d do, I’d return, but at that moment, I knew I had very little time left. I went to the ladder and crawled back through the hole, this time with light shining from the end of it.

Once in my bedroom, I picked up the panel and jammed it back into place. Then I pulled the dresses over it to hide it and shut the doors of my wardrobe, letting my hands rest upon it as I caught my breath. So many emotions were running through me, confusion, exhilaration, shock, but then my eyes found the clock. 9:50.

“Shit!” I cursed as I started for the door. However, as I was taking my leave, I caught sight of my reflection in the vanity mirror. It showed a dirty woman, her hair covered in spiderwebs, definitely not someone who could roam the castle halls. Frantically, I rushed back to the closet and took out a new dress. There was no way I could show up to lessons looking like how I did. As fast as I could without tearing it, I disrobed my soiled uniform and tossed it into the basket beside the wardrobe. I then donned the new, clean dress and jerked open my vanity drawer. I spotted a hairbrush and frantically ran it through my tangled hair, ridding it of any debris. Once it was clean, I twirled it into a bun and pinned it.

After a final once-over in the mirror, I deemed my appearance acceptable, slipped on my shoes, and fled my room. Since Olive had already given me a tour of the castle, I knew the library was located at the back of the palace. My feet carried me down the hallway and down the staircase. I was nearly running, terrified of being late. Upon turning a left corner, my body ran into something firm. “Oh!” I yelped.

“Watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice hissed. I looked up to find the prince glaring down at me, a scowl etched upon his face.

“I apologize, Your Highness. It won’t happen again,” I told him while bowing my head.

“It better not,” he spat. I nodded curtly and took a step forwards, aiming to walk around him and continue down the hall. As I was passing him, a hand abruptly and firmly grabbed my wrist. Without hesitating, I wrenched myself from his grasp and took several steps backward, my heart speeding up. Draco stared at me bewilderedly, his hand still hanging in the air. Obviously, he was wondering why I’d reacted in such a way. His eyes were narrowed, but even from the distance I had put between us, I could see the confusion in them. Curiously enough, despite emotion being at the forefront, the look of vacancy from that morning was still there, buried beneath it all.

Before I was able to properly calm down and further study him, he snapped out of it, lowering his arm and clearing his throat. “When you’re done with your training, stop by my study. We have things to discuss,” he instructed me. I nodded, watching as he side-stepped away from me and continued on his path, wherever it may be to. As my heart began to slow down, my eyes drifted to a nearby clock. 9:58. “Motherfucker!” I whisper-yelled, then broke into a sprint that carried me all the way to the library doors.

When I entered, a tall, grey-haired woman peered at me through her oval-shaped glasses. I swiftly straightened my posture, suddenly aware of my disheveled appearance. She carried herself with elegance and maturity; I could practically feel her judgment from where I stood.

“Y/N, I presume?” I nodded. “Next time, arrive early. You will address me as Lady McGonagall, understood?” she asked. Her voice was high pitched and steady. This woman wasn’t one to fool with.

“Yes, Lady McGonagall,” I replied. A smile formed on her lips.

“Excellent, let’s get started.”

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I closed my door behind me, finally inside my room. Exhausted, I let myself sink to the floor. Mother of God, had my first lesson been rigorous. McGonagall had high expectations, to say the least. She berated me the entire class.

“Spine straight, chin up, shoulders back.” I must have heard that phrase nearly twenty times. When I made the decision to try for this position, I had no idea it would be this exhausting. I couldn’t help but wonder if my mother had gone through the same thing. She hadn’t worked for a member of the Royal Family, of course, but being a maid for Lord and Lady Greengrass surely meant she had to learn proper etiquette. If only she could see me now. What would she say? What would she think? I like to think she’d be proud of me for getting off my ass. The thought of it made me laugh.

I picked myself up and walked over to the balcony. I knew this would quickly become my favorite spot. I knew Jasper would love it. The thought of him made my heart squeeze. I’d only been gone eight hours and I missed him terribly. However, I suppose it made sense that I was feeling this way; I’d never been gone from him this long. Releasing a sigh, I rested my head on my arms that were propped up on the railing. I can’t be thinking like this. I’m here for a reason; I’m here for Jasper.

Reluctantly, I went back inside and began cleaning myself up in my mirror. I already stopped by the kitchen after my lesson to get a small snack, so the only things left on my agenda was my meeting with the prince and dinner. McGonagall told me I’m on waitress duty for tonight’s dinner. This meant I’d be one of two servants present in the dining room. I’d only be able to eat once the Royal Family was finished.

I deemed myself presentable and once again headed out of my room. The North Wing of the castle housed all the family’s private quarters, so I made my way there. I was unsure of where exactly Draco’s study may be, but I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.

When I reached the correct corridor, I slowed my pace, examining each door as I went. Some had signs hanging over them, but others remained unmarked. None were open. Well, I’m not going to find it by standing here, I thought. I went down the hallway, knocking on every door and trying the handle. One after the other, locked, locked, locked. My hand was hovering over the final door when I was startled by a soft “ahem.”

I whipped my head to the left to find Draco standing in the middle of the corridor. The look on his face made my stomach churn; he didn’t look pleased. He strutted towards me, fists clenched and chest puffed out. His stance reminded me of Jasper when he was trying not to throw a fit. Was the prince about to have one?

“Rule number one, don’t attempt to get into rooms you haven’t specifically been instructed to enter,” he spat as he reached for the doorknob in front of me. The door swung open easily, and he gestured for me to go inside.

“But, Your Highness, you told me to go to your study, how was I supposed to-” He held up his hand, silencing me.

“Go inside, don’t make me repeat myself,” he ordered. I did as he asked and stepped into his study. The curtains were drawn shut, making the room extremely dark. I watched Draco walk over to a desk, presumably his, and open one of the drawers. He pulled out an object. I couldn’t quite make out what it was. It made a clinking noise as he held it in his hand. The light from the hallway illuminated the room just enough for me to see Draco approach a wall-mounted candle holder, and sparks emerge from his hands. The tinder took flame, and from its light, I could see the object in his hands were actually two—a flint striker paired with a piece of steel.

He used the tinder to light the candle, then used that to light the others until every last one was lit. The study was now easier to examine. A large mahogany desk sat in the center of the room. To the left of it were green sofas and tall bookshelves, packed to the brim with various novels. To the right, a round table surrounded by dark green armchairs. A vase of white, wilting flowers sat in the center of it. It seemed as though Draco had noticed me staring at them, my feet subconsciously drawing me nearer to them.

“That’ll be a job of yours, replacing those flowers. They’re appealing at every stage of their short life, but the stench of rotting sweet pea is not one I find to be very pleasant.”

I turned my body towards him. He was standing by his desk, hand resting on the edge of it. Neither of us said a word; we simply looked at one another. He was trying to figure me out. I was doing the same. Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses and broke eye contact.

“Shall we sit? Perhaps you should grab parchment and a quill? To take notes of what will be expected of you,” he suggested, placing the flint, steel, and tinder back into its case on his desk and reaching for a piece of parchment. My hands found each other behind my back, and I walked right past his desk and straight towards the sofas. I could feel his eyes on me as I took a seat.

“I’ll remember, Your Highness,” I told him, my voice soft. He raised an eyebrow, doubting me.

“Are you sure? Maybe you should just-”

“I said, I’ll remember.” My words seemed to anger Draco, but he said nothing. Instead, he took a seat on the emerald couch across from me, his eyes still searching. I wondered what they were hoping to find. If it was obedience, submission, he wouldn’t find it in me. Yet, I think he understood that when we met. I think it’s why he chose me.

“Very well. I assume Lady McGonagall has already informed you of many of your duties. Such as weekly tidying of my bedroom-”

“Your study, the kitchens, the guest rooms, the sitting rooms…” I trailed off as I saw Draco give me an unamused look. Nevertheless, he nodded and cleared his throat.

“It seems you do remember well. Good, so you know your chores. Now I can go over my personal rules for you. We’ll start with this room,” he said while gesturing around the room. “I spend the majority of my days in here, thus it gets messy quite quickly. While you must clean it, you shall never clean my desk. I don’t care if its entirety is covered in parchment and books; they are not to be touched. Neither are the drawers.”

My eyes followed his fingers as they pointed towards his desk. The flint striker shined with the light from a nearby candle. It was calling my name, but patience was going to be the key to snagging it, so I turned back to the prince as he stood up from the couch. He walked towards a series of display shelves. Numerous peculiar items sat atop it. The one that caught my eye the most was a small glass ball with a golden ring around its middle.

“None of these items are to be touched under any circumstances, understood?” he asked. His voice had turned dark. Seems as though these objects held quite the meaning.

“What if one of them is about to fall onto the floor?” I asked, purposefully trying to irritate him, just to see how far I could push him. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance but did inform me that should an item be falling to its doom, I could catch it.

Draco continued going around the room and telling me what I could and could not mess with. Some of these things seemed completely arbitrary, like the crooked picture frame above an end table. Others made sense, like the ring on display. According to Draco, it had been passed down through eight generations.

Once Draco finished going around his study, he headed to the door, ready to lead me to his bedroom. Before joining him, I walked by his desk and pretended to look at the portrait to my left. It was of the prince and his father. Draco saw this, and instinctively followed my gaze; it was all I needed. My fingers swiped the flint and steel case right off his desk and slid it into my apron pocket. When his eyes returned to me, confusion evident on his face, I was already heading towards him. He said absolutely nothing about the now missing item. What a shame, he really had been just angry this morning.

As we entered the bedroom, I felt my eyes begin to widen. His room was magnificent. Not only did he have a dark green canopy bed, but he also had couches, a fireplace, a floor-length mirror next to his enormous wardrobe, and another desk. I noticed from the open door that it even had a washroom of its own. I must not have hidden my surprise well enough because I heard a soft chuckle beside me.

“Biggest bedroom in the palace,” Draco gloated, his hand on his hip. I disregarded him and instead began walking to the windows. When I got to them, I peered out to see a relatively big fenced-in field. There looked to be some stables in one corner. Do they have horses?, I wondered. Unable to quell my excitement, I turned to Draco to ask but stopped short when I found him giving me a hard stare.

“Do you have no manners at all? You cannot just wander around my bedroom as if it is your own! I’ve been tolerating your nonsense only because it’s your first day, but one more foolish act of disrespect, and you’re gone, understood?” he lashed out, his teeth barred and chest heaving. I gave him no reply, only watching as he seethed with anger. However, that soon got boring, so I turned my head back to the window. His little tantrum didn’t phase me one bit; I knew his words were empty threats.

“Do you have horses?” I asked, breaking the silence and meeting Draco’s eyes again. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his nose was scrunched.

“Seriously? You’re not going to acknowledge what I just said?” he questioned, his anger still strong. I said nothing, my eyes blinking at him with false innocence. He stared at me, waiting. When he realized I wasn’t going to back down, he threw up his hand halfheartedly. “Yes, of course, we have horses. What kind of a question is that?” he berated me. “Whatever, just sit down, and I’ll show you what else you’re forbidden to touch.” I decided enough was enough, and I did as I was told, taking a seat in one of the nearby chairs.

As Draco roamed about his room, I couldn’t help but let my eye be drawn away from him again. This time, it wasn’t the window that interested me. It was the sword hanging above his nightstand. The handle of it looked to be made of jade stone. It had silver snakes curled around it, hovering, almost. At the base of the blade was a dark, black gem. Not until Draco waved his hand in front of my face was my gaze torn from it.

“Forgive me, Your Highness,” I apologized. However, the prince didn’t look upset. He smirked at me as he walked over to the sword and gently lifted it from its shelf. His right hand gripped the handle as he began lightly swishing the blade through the air. I watched, mesmerized as he handled the weapon with ease. I’d be lying to myself if I said it wasn’t attractive. There’s something inherently captivating about a man who’s good with his hands.

Without warning, Draco twirled the sword around then upwards towards the ceiling before slowly bringing it down until the tip of the blade was nearly grazing my nose. My heart pounded in my chest, but not from fear.

“Do you know how to use one?” he asked. I shook my head. Of course, I didn’t know how to swordfight. “Didn’t think so,” he replied, lowering the blade from my face.

“Why do you ask, Your Highness?” Draco didn’t answer. He seemed to be in deep thought. Surely he wasn’t thinking what I was thinking.

The prince toyed with the sword for a moment before looking at me and asking, “Would you like to learn?” His expression remained blank as he stared at the floor. He was nervous.

“Why would I? And why would you want to teach me?” I asked him. There was no point in beating around the bush. Draco shrugged his shoulders and glanced up at me briefly before breaking eye contact again.

“Protection,” he stated as if it were obvious. “Sure, you can wash my bedsheets and clean my room, but knowing that I can have you as some sort of secret weapon, should anything ever happen, is good insurance.”

He wasn’t wrong, I suppose. Teaching me to fight would be a good thing to have in his back pocket. If anything were to happen, like a neighboring kingdom attacking Sithrawl, not one member of their army would consider me a threat. Furthermore, not many get the chance to learn the art of wielding such a dangerous item. I’d be stupid to deny his offer. I pushed myself up from the chair and clasped my hands together.

“I accept your offer, Your Highness,” I said confidently. There was a mocking undertone, but of course, Draco didn’t pick up on it. Him and his big head.

“Wonderful. We shall meet in the dungeons every Friday at, let’s say, nine o’clock.”

“In the morning?”

“Evening,” Draco specified. I nodded but went on to ask another question.

“May I ask why the dungeons? That seems like an odd place. Surely a ballroom would be better suited?”

“Well, if you’re to be a secret weapon, we can’t exactly have you swinging a sword around in one of the main rooms of the castle now, can we?” Draco smiled, waving his sword back and forth as he spoke. I didn’t like how cocky he was with that thing in his grasp.

“Of course, you’re right.” A moment of silence passed. Draco continued playing with his sword while staring at me, his eyes cloudy. “Am I dismissed, Your Highness?” I spat out, eager to leave the tension-filled room. Draco nodded and gestured to the door. I bowed slightly, showing my thanks.

As I was reaching for the handle, Draco cleared his throat behind me. I spun around to face him, wondering if he was going to change his mind. Maybe there was something else he wanted to go over. However, his next words surprised me.

“Forgive me. It’s just occurred to me that I haven’t asked for your name.”

I felt my eyebrows raise and the corners of my mouth lift, despite my best efforts to retain a straight face. You shouldn’t be blushing because he’s doing the bare minimum of asking your name, I chastised myself. Truly, Draco had been nothing but a spoiled brat since I met him this morning; however, there was something about him that drew me in. He just seemed so intriguing, so puzzling. I wanted to figure this man out.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” Draco started. He then took a few steps towards me, swinging his sword. He seemed to like fidgeting with it. “I will see you at dinner.”

I swallowed. He had gotten close enough that I was able to smell his perfume. Despite the sword in his grasp, I looked up at him. Once again, a staring contest arose. This one didn’t last long, though. “Until then, Your Highness,” I said softly. Then I pulled the door open and hurried out, not bothering to look back and see if Draco was staring. I didn’t have to. I could feel his eyes on me.

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request no. 1

request: clingy ushiwaka. the partner has the same haircut as him and is trying to get their work done.

author’s note: thank you so much @im-cold-so-gimme-your-hoodie! i appreciate your request and will give it my best. i hope you enjoy and i look forward to hearing your feedback.

title: toshi comes home.

warnings: suggestive behavior, kissing, nudity, cheese, fluff

listening: crush on you by elijah who; it’s finally raining again by elijah who; sincerely, yours by nohidea; my new love by elijah who; frozen by sabrina claudio; wanna know by sabrina claudio; this town by ama lou; could’ve been by H.E.R and bryson tyler; i fall in love too easily by caleb belkin; wild by dijon; goodbye, good luck by sad face; laundry day by joey pecorano; monday loop by tomppabeats; give me something by joey pecorano

5:30; his flight should land soon and he would be back in your arms. ushijima wakatoshi, your partner, was returning home today after a very long national press tour. the two of you had video chatted every night, but it wasn’t the same as having him here with you. you felt a little guilty as you wait there in the airport lobby answering emails. you thought you timed everything right. you were sure you would finish everything for work by tuesday; and you would… but today is monday. how you got the dates confused, you will never know as you are an extremely punctual, efficient, and timely person. you had to be as a project manager for a major up-and-coming tech company. you and ushijima were something of a power couple. two of the youngest but most powerful people in your respective fields. you were each a force to be reckoned with.

you looked around the airport a moment, although mostly empty, you still managed to turn heads. you turned towards the windows looking out over the parking deck and caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection. you adjusted the collar of your shirt and curled a face framing hair around your finger to smooth out the little bit of frizz. you hoped he liked it on you. you usually kept your hair quite long, at least to your shoulders, but the notion of having to style it and losing minutes to your hair was something you couldn’t take anymore. it looked very similar to ushijima’s hair, save for your hair being a different color and texture. the slight wave of your hair annoyed you but it was one of ushijima’s favorite things. the more you thought about it the more you realized almost everything that annoyed you about yourself was something he loved. he was always picking up on your quirks and insecurities and he found a way to romanticize them. he was just that way, seeing beauty in strange things, glamor in the mundane, and depth in simplicity. you checked your watch and turned to the gate. he was landing shortly.

you noticed a few paparazzi scuttle in and you tighten your jaw. couldn’t they leave him alone for just one day? you thought to yourself as you pulled the front hem of your blazer. you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose and straighten your posture and walk closer to the gate. ushijima would be in a much better mood if you were the first to intercept him instead of the paparazzi. as you walk toward the gate you hear the sound of a shutter click and a flash go off. you whip your head towards the young cameraman who has been stopped by an older journalist, “what are you doing? that’s not him.” the cameraman looks at you a moment longer before turning away under the pressure of your icy gaze. you check your reflection in your phone, my hair isn’t exactly like his, you ponder, is it?

at that moment you get a text from ushijima, be there soon. waiting for bags. can’t wait to see you. missed you, my dear. you smile and open your emails to squeeze in some more work. you always miss wakatoshi when he leaves and you hate that your first day back together will be spent with you working. if you don’t finish the work tonight, it will cut into your time together with the few days you have before he leaves again. the sooner you both get home, the sooner you could finish your work, the sooner you could be together with no distractions. he was sure to be frustrated but understanding.

the doors opened and there he was walking toward you. his usually serious expression faded away and a smile crept its way across his face. he walked directly up to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “hello, my dove,” he rested his forehead against yours for a moment before taking a step back, “your hair,” he said quietly. “do you like it?” you squeezed his hand a little. “of course I do.” he pushed a tendril out of your eyes and pushed up your glasses with his knuckle, not releasing your hand to do so. you took his bag in your other hand, “the car is waiting for us outside.” you walked hand in hand without a glance to the paparazzi. you handed the bags to the driver and opened the back door for ushijima. he tilted his head back against the head rest and you slid in. he reached his arm across the seats and patted his hand against his chest to gesture you to give him a cuddle. you slid across the seats and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head as you draped your arm across his torso. he let out a long breath, “it’s good to be home.” you nuzzled his cheek and pulled him closer. you enjoy this simple moment; the rise and fall of his broad chest, the warmth of his body radiating through his thin cashmere sweater, the quiet inhale and exhale of breath against your skin, “you must be tired, darling.” he shook his head, “not really. i slept a bit on the plane. i made sure to get sleep so i could spend as much time as possible with you.” you can feel him smile against your head, “about that,” you say hesitantly as you pull away to look at him, “uh oh,” he whispers with a smirk, “i’m sorry,” you begin, “I just have a few things to finish up and then i’m all yours for the next five days,” he smiles and ruffles your hair, “you’re always mine.. but I understand.” he pulls you into his strong arms and holds you tight all the way to your apartment.

just as you arrive, your phone buzzes with a call from your business partner, “hello shimizu, i just picked up ushijima from the airport and i’m about to head upstairs.” ushijima waves his hand before picking up his bag, “he says ‘hello’,” you laugh softly while you fumble with your keys and head toward the entrance. you walk in and get on the elevator as she preps you for the video meeting. you look at ushijima and whisper, “kiyoko says hello back, she’s prepping me for the meeting.” he nods, “we’ll have to have her and ryu over for dinner this week.” you nod back. you both enter the elevator and he puts his arm around you as you listen carefully to the instructions; another pang of guilt washes over you as you catch him studying your face. he always looks at you like you’re going to disappear, as if you’re going to be a figment of his imagination, or like he’s afraid that one day he might forget. “alright, shimizu, i’m almost inside. i’ll be settled soon and we can jump on to finish prepping before the meeting.” you hang up and slip your phone in your blazer pocket. you have a few floors to enjoy the quiet with wakatoshi. he leans his head against yours and kisses your cheek. he lingers a moment and then tenderly kisses just behind your ear, “your haircut makes it easier for me to kiss your neck,” he whispers, “i like it.” you blush slightly and jump when the floor bell rings. he laughs picking up his bags and walking onto your floor, “come on,” he says with a smile, “wouldn’t want you to be late for your meeting.” you hesitate letting the guilt wash over you once more before walking up the hall and unlocking the door to your pristine corner apartment.

the apartment was very calming and soothing to be in. deep, cool colors and lots of open space with many beautiful plants. “i swear, (y/n), the orchids thrive when you take care of them.” ushijima delicately cradled the white and purple bloom in his fingers and craned down to take in it’s fragrance. the apartment always feels more like a home when he’s here. despite having floor to ceiling walls of windows, the place never fills with light until he comes home. you walk into the kitchen and turn on the kettle, “tea?” you asked, ushijima runs his hands through his hair and comes behind the counter, “i’ll make it, you go on ahead. don’t keep kiyoko waiting.” he bumps you out of the way with his hip and takes the tea bags out of your hands. you kiss his shoulder before heading towards your desk and taking off your blazer.

you sit at your desk and prepare yourself for the meeting. shimizu is already logged on and waiting. you open your documents and sign on to the video chat, “sorry to keep you waiting, shimizu.” over the next few minutes, you put the final touches on your project proposal. ushijima comes up with two teas for you both. he comes behind the desk and hunches down to be in frame of the camera, “hello kiyoko,” he says while setting down your tea. “i’m not sure if (y/n) has offered yet, but we would love to have you and ryu over for dinner this week.” she smiles and agrees that she will have to speak to ryu and hopefully you lot can work something out. “i certainly hope so,” he says before turning to you, “let me know if it needs more sugar,” he waves to the camera and then sits in the chair in front of your desk. you feel his feet touch yours as he stretches out reading an article from his press tour in a magazine. “ushijima, please don’t feel obligated to stay in the apartment, i’d hate for you to just be bored all-,” he cuts you off, “all I want to do is spend the day with you. i can handle sitting here for awhile.” you shake your head and log into your meeting. the meeting goes on for a couple hours. during your meeting ushijima refilled your tea, played footsie with you under the desk, and drew little plants and hearts on your sticky pad. he was very sweet and you felt bad that you couldn’t give him the attention he deserved.

after another hour of meetings and presentations passes, ushijima wonders into the kitchen and makes you both lunch. every so often, he looks up from his work and looks at you. he loves seeing you at work. he can only hope that you receive the same thrill he gets when he sees you at one of his matches. although, to be honest, he makes you nervous. you are so aware of his intense gaze and his deep eyes following your every move, that you become more aware of what you’re doing and that makes you uneasy. you’ve never been the best at handling the pressure of being observed and watched. the first half of your meeting wraps up and you all sign off to take a break for lunch.

ushijima has set up your lunches and waves you over. it’s a simple and nutritious lunch with vegetables, rice, and fish. he was a very good cook. everything he makes is simple but delicious. it’s an easy meal to finish quickly. you take the dishes to the kitchen and hear ushijima walk up behind you. he wraps his arms around you and plants airy kisses from your ear, down your neck, and to your shoulder. he slides his hands down your sides and grabs your hips, “please tell me you’re almost done with work,” he pleads in your ear and grazes his teeth across your skin. “ju-just a little while longer, toshi," you gulp as you hear his breath shudder and he pushes against you causing you to lean against the counter. he runs his hand from your hip, down your thigh and drags his fingers up your leg digging his fingers in, “promise?” he asks. “i-i promise.” you say feeling your heart slam against your chest. you wriggle away, “but i can’t think when you do stuff like that.” he laughs softly, “like what?” he asks coyly. you wave your hand towards where you just were in the kitchen, “like that, don’t be coy.” he saunters toward you, “i don’t know what you mean.” you back up until your back hits the wall, “yes you do. we’ll have plenty of time for that sort of thing after i’m done working,” he stands in front of you and his eyes seem to undress you, “but I missed you, dove,” you turn to walk away but he places his hand against the wall blocking your path and his face is inches from yours. he places his other hand on the opposite side of you, “and i’m taking my opportunity now to show you how much,” he nudges your nose with his and rocks his hips into yours. although you are flustered, you know what you must do. you stand up straight and look into his eyes, “ushijima,” you say flatly, “i have work to do and there is no amount of kabedon tomfoolery that can distract me.” he drops his arms and takes a step back and for a moment you think you’ve finally intimidated the great ushiwaka, until he erupts into laughter. “well, well, well, have I lost my touch then?” you roll your eyes and turn to walk away but he grabs your arm and spins you into an embrace. his eyes are very intense and serious, “do i really have no effect on you?” your breath hitches in your throat, “don’t be dramatic,” you say through a slight pout, “i just need to finish my work and then we can do this all day!” you push against his chest and stumble toward your desk. he chuckles and plops down in the chair in front of your desk, “fine,” he says, “i can behave.” you start to log back on, “for now.” he smirks and flicks open the magazine.

when ushijima gets clingy, it excites him when he can’t immediately get attention. it becomes a competition and he wants nothing more than to win. all throughout the remainder of your video meeting he was watching, sighing, stretching, and pushing his hands through his hair in the way he knows you like. you could hardly pay attention. this wasn’t the hard part. you knew he wouldn’t try too hard as long as you were on video chat, but the moment you got off and did your independent work, you knew it would be a real challenge.

you signed off for the day and began finishing up your work before you had to reply to emails. ushijima stood up and came around the back of the desk. “i don’t know how you’re able to sit all day. i’d be far too restless,” he pushed down on your shoulders and began to massage them. he spends a little extra time on the nape of your neck, now easily accessible thanks to your new haircut. you roll your shoulders back and hear a small pop, “you’ve been working so hard, maybe you can take a little break?” you sigh as he leans down and kisses the top of your head. “i’m almost done, toshi.” he sighs and squeezes your shoulders, “let me finish this and then i don’t have to do this again until sunday.” he groans in frustration and slips his hand underneath your shirt to trace circles on your chest, “how much longer?” he asks like a child waiting to open presents on their birthday. you look at the clock, “about an hour.” he huffs and sighs again, raking his fingers across your chest, “alright.” he pulls away reluctantly and stands in front of your desk. you continue to work on your computer and watch him out of the corner of your eye. at first he plops into the chair, stands up, paces back and forth, and then repeats the cycle. after about half an hour of this, he stands and looks at the clock, “you have much left?” you nod, not looking from your work, “at least another half hour.” he mumbles under his breath and paces a few more times. “i suppose i’ll have a quick shower,” he says forlornly, “alright, dear,” you say concentrating on your last few emails. suddenly, your vision goes dark and cashmere rubs across your face, ushijima has taken off his sweater and thrown it at your head. you slowly pull it off and look at him as he folds his trousers over his arm. he smiles wryly and saunters over to you, “how clumsy of me, slipped right through my fingers.” he stands very close to you and gathers the sweater up. you look up at him, “this will only take longer if you keep tempting me.” he laughs softly and curls a finger under your chin, “at least you are tempted,” he says with a sigh and walks off to the bathroom. hopefully you can finish up. he is so distracting. how you managed this long without giving in is astonishing.

the half hour of no distractions passes like a flash. you turn off your computer, take off your glasses, and rub the bridge of your nose. he has been awfully quiet since you heard the shower turn off. you get up from your desk and start to unbutton your shirt. you round the corner and look into your bedroom to find ushijima sleeping on the bed, hair wet, still wrapped in his towel. you smile, i knew he was more tired than he let on. you finish getting undressed and hear him snore a little. before heading to the shower you grab the blanket and go to cover him up. as you go to adjust his pillow, his eyes open with a glint and he traps you in his arms, rolling and pulling you on the bed. he peppers your face and neck with kisses as you both laugh together, rolling back and forth across the bed. “did you think i would really lose sight of my goal?” he smirks. “of course not, you’re ushijima wakatoshi,” you say seriously. you both erupt into hearty laughter before settling into each others arms. “so,” he begins, pulling you closer, “all mine now, (y/n)?” you smile and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, “i am always yours, wakatoshi.”

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Chapter Ninety-Four: The New Elizabethan Era

Disclaimer: see Prologue

A/N: Almost at the end now, everyone. Just one more chapter and epilogue to go. Hope you enjoy it! Thank you. xx Bea

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September, 2020

Harry and Elle had remained in Sussex for a month after Philip’s death but duties over the UK had made them return to London. Elle’s parent’s and occasionally Charles and Camilla as well were more than happy to babysit the youngsters. Charles had taken the Sussexes to Highgrove and much like he had done with Arthur when he was a baby, the proud grandfather introduced his littlest grandchild to the all the animals and plants at the estate, going into much detail about the care of each one of them. Owen, like his older brother, enjoyed seeing the animals the most and even tried to pet a few of them.

“ He’s a curious little boy, isn’t he?”, said Charles as Owen stretched out his arms trying to grab a hold of the sheep’s ear.

“ He most certainly is! Arthur was more of an observant baby. Owen is the opposite. Acts first. Think later. Something we’ll have to be more careful about in the near future.”, said Elle. They said their farewells to the animals and walked along the path towards the house.

“ Have you heard from Will and Kate? We’ve been so busy lately with engagements and meetings that we’ve barely had time to breathe.”, asked Harry.

“ I have. They’ve been visiting mama every weekend, keeping her company.”, said Charles with a sad smile.

“ And how is she?”, asked Elle, balancing Owen on her arms. Charles sighed and shook his head.

“ Hanging in there. But we fear she’s losing her will to live.”, he replied.

As Harry had predicted, the Queen quite never recovered from her husband’s death. She resumed her public activities after three months in Sandringham. While there, she had often received visits from her children and grandchildren, as well as her great grandchildren, which seemed to bring back a bit of light and laughter into her life. Her animals were also a source of joy for her. She had traveled to Balmoral for the summer and enjoyed having the family around but it also brought many memories from Prince Philip that left her shaken up.

Once the summer was over, instead of returning to London she decided to reside at Windsor and remain there, where she could continue her duties but be away from the public eye. And even though she had put on a brave façade, they all knew she was suffering. A loss such as hers leaves deep marks on the heart and soul and takes a toll on the body. And little by little the family saw the spark she once had, fade away.

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By mid September they returned to Sussex for an extended stay. There, they took the time to take their sons to the Ashdown Forest and played Pooh sticks with them and explored bits of the forest itself, much to the enjoyment of the children. Arthur, now three, had taken up to running while Owen, who was still tumbling on his feet at almost nine months old, tried to follow suit. While there, they also took the time to improve their vegetable garden and farming, started renovations two of the three cottages at the property into a guest houses for visitors who wished more privacy as well as the rooms at the end of the first floor and the second floor into more suitable bedroom and a playroom for the children. They had a hired a full-time staff to work at the property with a housekeep living on site in one of the cottages while the remaining workers lived in the village, which was a short distance from the house.

Elle had taken the time she had with Charles at Highgrove to get some tips into what and how to plant at the property. In addition to the herb and vegetable garden, she also wanted to grow a few fruit trees such as apple, mulberry, raspberry, peach and pomegranate as well as some strawberries in the field next to the vegetables. She also wanted to plant a few flowers and start beekeeping. In a few years, she imagined, the property would have sufficient food to stock up their pantry and sell it in the farmer’s market at the village. Arthur loved helping her out when she was planting, helping put in seeds for the flowers and some other edible plants. He’d giggle and smile when he got his hands dirty but was ever so gentle with how he handled the plants, following the gentle guidance of his mother.

On Harry’s birthday, they kept it low key and decided to have a small celebration, just the four of them. Elle had baked a caked and the boys ‘helped’ decorate it with some fruits they had picked while in the village. She had also prepared their shared favourite pudding ‘Eton Mess’ so they could have as a side dish to the cake. They gathered around Harry, laughing and cheering as they sang Happy Birthday and he blew the candles.

“ Thirty-six huh, Major? You’re getting old…”, joked Elle, kissing his cheek. He chuckled and shook his head, cutting a piece of the cake which he divided into three parts so he could give the first piece to them. Harry helped Arthur eat small pieces of the slice while Elle crumbled a bit of the cake to give Owen a taste. In a light and loving mood, the small family enjoyed their food

“ Boys! Should we give Dada his gifts?”, she asked her sons and they cheered once again. Elle then handed each of them a parcel which they handed without ceremony to their father. Opening Arthur’s first he smiled as he saw the the little card with a doodle made by his eldest son and Elle’s calligraphy written at the bottom which read: “ To Dada. You make me happy and I love you.”. Below it, a pair of grey tracksuit trousers that he’d been needing for a few months. Smiling, touched with the gift, he hugged his eldest son and kissed his cheek.

“ Thank you, little cub. I loved it.”, he said and the boy grinned at his father then sat down beside him. He then took the one Owen had practically thrown at him and unwrapped it. Inside, there was a white t-shirt with an impression of his tiny hands in forest green, with his name and age printed below it. He chuckled and put it on, smiling at his youngest son and family, once again touched by the simple yet meaningful gifts he had received.

“ Thank you, little warrior.”, he said, hugging Owen and also kissing his cheek. “ Thank you all. I loved my gifts. The boys seemed satisfied with their father’s reply but soon lost interest in him and amused themselves with the wrappers, tearing it to pieces. Elle smiled, watching her sons and quietly approached her husband.

“ You have one more, Major.”, she said, handing him a small rectangular box. He eyed her suspiciously while opening it. Inside, placed in tissue paper was a familiar bracelet design: a leather string, and a metal plate with numbers and letters in it.

“ Let’s see if you can guess this one.”, she said. Smiling, he took a closer look. 52° 49′ 47″ N, 0° 30′ 50″ E.

“ Well… assuming you’re following the same pattern, are those the coordinates to Sandringham?”, he asked.

“ Yes. Owen needed his own personal bracelet, too.”, said Elle, putting it on his wrist.

“ Thank you, love.”, he replied, kissing her softly. “ Maybe we can get someone to put them all together in a single bracelet, so I can wear them all at once.”, he said to her.

“ I think that’s a great idea! She said, playing with the infinity band encrusted with diamonds that Harry had given her after Owen’s birth.

“ And leave room for more… for I’m sure we’ll have more memorable moments to add to the collection.”, continued Harry. She smiled, nodding her head and pulled him towards her, hooking her arms around him and pressing their lips together for a more passionate kiss.

“ Easy there, love. The little ones are still up.”, whispered Harry, his lips still dangerously close to hers. Elle smirked and bit her bottom lip.

“ In an hour we’ll remedy that.”, she said, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

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On the following week, the couple travelled to Stratford-upon-Avon for Elle’s second official visit to the Royal Shakespeare Company, which she had become a patron after Arthur’s birth. She had been to a few plays and been in touch with the directors but this was the first time she’d visit them after she and Harry had stepped up their duties. The children stayed with nanny Jackie who had been hired again once they had Owen and their workload increased. That way, the children could travel with them and the nanny would come along to take care of the boys while they were at work.

They had taken the helicopter and descended on Warwick that morning which was a 15 minute drive to Shakespeare’s birthplace. This time around, they’d be shown some landmarks in the city as well as attending a performance of Henry V later that same evening. They’d be staying overnight at Warwick Castle at their own expense just so they could enjoy the visit properly. At Warwick, Lisa and Daniel took care of settling their thing in the castle and Nanny Jackie took the children with her as well while Elle, Harry, Ronald, Ingrid, Alfred and Leo drove to Stratford. The couple was met with a crowd surrounding the main street, waving little English flags on their hands. Dressed in a black, long sleeved shirt and a burgundy knee high skirt, Elle waved at the people and Harry followed beside her as they walked at the entrance of the school where Shakespeare studied.

“ Your Royal Highnesses, it’s a pleasure to have you here at Stratford.”, greeted the Mayor of the town, shaking their hands.

“ Thank very much for having us. My husband and I are very happy to be here.”, said Elle, smiling. They proceeded to be taken inside the school, where they were given a private tour, followed by other landmarks such as Shakespeare’s home, Anne Hathaway’s cottage and Trinity Church where he’s buried. After the tours, they returned to the castle to rest and change for the evening.

At the castle, they enjoyed some quality time with the boys during the afternoon by privately walking around the main building and grounds, trying to shoot a few arrows, meeting the actors and actresses dressed up as knights and ladies. Elle took upon herself to explain a few bit and pieces of medieval history to her children who seemed to enjoy being entertained by her mother as she made faces and sounds when telling particularly interesting moments of the Middle Ages.

Once the sun started to go down, they returned to their suite, took care of the children and left them in the care of nanny Jackie while they dressed up for the night. Harry put on his suit while Elle put on a black dress with soft purple flowers in a mesh fabric draped over the base, giving it a shimmer. Before they left, they kissed the boys goodnight and departed for the theatre. Upon arrival at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, they were met with a line up of photographers and a few o the board members and directors from the RSC, whom Elle had previously met.

“ Welcome, Your Royal Highnesses!”, greeted by Gregory Doran, the artistic director of the company.

“ It’s a pleasure to be here. I’ve been longing to watch of the historical productions here at Stratford for a few years now and now I finally can!”, joked Elle, and they both chuckled.

“ You cannot believe how excited she is for this.”, said Harry, grinning.

“ I hope we can meet the expectations and deliver a performance to remember.”, said the director.

“ I have no doubt it’ll be wonderful.”, said Elle.

Moving inside the theatre, they were directed to their box and received with a trumpet sound and applauses from the public. They smiled and acknowledged the audience before taking their seats. During the play Elle smiled, cheered, cried and got emotional as the story she knew — both historically and culturally — so well. At the end of the play, they were taken to the backstage, where they met and talked to the actors and actresses.

“ I actually enjoyed it!”, said Harry smiling at Elle, as they rode back to Warwick.

“ I had a feeling you would. It’d a war play after all.”, Elle replied chuckling.

“ Yes, I enjoyed that. But the speeches were also very good. Very inspiring.”, said Harry.

“ Oh absolutely! So much so that during World War Two the BBC recorded a film of Henry V to be broadcasted at home and internationally to the soldiers as a way to boost moral.”, said Elle.

“ Really? Didn’t know that. Makes sense though.”, replied Harry. The short ride to the castle was enough to bring their adrenaline down, which made them jump to bed as quick as they could and fall soundly asleep in each other’s arms.

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October 2020

Back in London, Elle met up with her friends for lunch and tea at Kensington Palace while Harry, Richard and Edward were out together at polo training for the match they had coming up. Melissa and Trevor had yet to meet Owen and were delighted to see him and how much Arthur had grown. Valerie and Mary were also delighted to see their friend and children.

“ Look at you! A mother of two!”, said Melissa, smiling sweetly as they watched the children play. Rose, who was a bit older than the boys, coerced them into playing her favourite games which the boys welcomed as a distraction to their own playtime games.

“ Arthur looks so much like you…”, commented Trevor, who in the past year had gotten engaged and remained his bubbly self. “ Owen, however, looks a bit more like Harry.”, he continued, earning agreements all around.

“ Hmmm… I don’t really see it but I guess I’m used to seeing the the bits that are mine and the ones that are Harry’s in both of them.”, replied Elle.

“ Speaking of children, how are Blair and Jeremy, Mel?”, Elle asked.

“ Oh, Blair started uni this term. History of Art and I’m entirely guilty and proud of her choice.”, said the older woman and they all chuckled.

“ Jeremy is having the time of his life at school ever since he started playing rugby. François thinks he has a genuine future in it.”, she continued.

“ That’s amazing! I’m really happy for them.”, said Elle. “ Oh how time passes quickly… yesterday they were little children!”, she continued and the mothers agreed.

“ They do grow up in front of our eyes, don’t they?”, said Mary.

“ They do. I’ve caught myself crying a few times while folding their clothes. Owen’s already wearing size one year old. He’s growing up too fast!”, said Elle.

“ Speaking of babies… I have something to tell you.” Said Mary smiling coyly. Elle’s and Victoria’s eyes widened.

“ No! You are? You are!”, said Victoria and Mary nodded her head, chuckling. “ I’m gonna be an aunt again!”, she said happily.

“ Congratulations! I’m so happy for you and Rick. I’m sure Rose will love having another sibling.”, said Elle, hugging her friend.

“ We’ve been trying for so long, you know? I’m only a couple of weeks along but I wanted to share the news with people I know wish me well.”, said Mary.

“ Of course we do and we’re ecstatic for you.”, said Valerie encouragingly.

That afternoon was filled with joy and laughter that Elle had missed severely int he past months after they had lost the Duke of Edinburgh. It felt good to be surrounded by people who could make her smiled and forget for a few moments, the sorrow, sadness and loss that had permeated their lives in the last couple of months. Those sad days, however, would soon return.

On the 9th of October, near 8 am, they received a phone call from Charles asking them to meet with him immediately at Clarence House. Their staff was alerted by his staff and were already set in motion to take them there. They rushed to the familiar home, barely greeting Greyson on their way to the Drawing Room. They were slightly shocked to see not only Charles and Camilla there, but also Andrew and Edward. All of them looking visibly shocked and red in the face as if they’d been crying.

“ Oh good, you’re here.”, said Camilla. “ Charles, they are here.”, said Camilla to her husband who had been talking in rushed tones to his siblings and senior advisor.

“ Harry, Eleanor.”, said Charles, hugging them both and sniffing on their shoulders.

“ Pa, you’re scaring us. What’s wrong?”, said Harry, cautiously.

“ It’s your grandmother. Anne has just called. I’m afraid… I’m afraid she’s passed away.”, said Charles, sobbing. Their eyes widened and tears began falling from their cheeks, which triggered the rest of the family to also cry in their shared grief. They hugged Charles while he cried at the same time as they held themselves amidst such tragic news.

“ How?”, asked Elle, turning to the people in the room, still in disbelief.

“ Heart failure, in her sleep. According to what Anne has told us.”, replied Edward. Gulping and sniffing, Elle nodded her head.

“ At least it was peaceful.”, she replied and they all nodded their head. Charles composed himself and dried his face with his fingers.

“ Operation London Bridge is on the way. The Private Secretary and Prime Minister have already been informed. I imagine the rest of the government will soon receive the news as well.”, said Charles, visibly shaken.

And so they did. The Foreign and Commonwealth Office were also communicated and passed down the news to the other fifteen countries of which Her Majesty was the head of state and also the governments of the Commonwealth. The news vehicles were also alerted and all schedules programmes were interrupted. Soon, the news had reached the world that this most beloved Queen had passed away, age 94. A footman pinned a dark-edged notice to the gates of Buckingham Palace, much like her own father’s death had been notified. But unlike during her father’s reign, the staff of all royal households took to social media to address the public and keep them updated about a book of condolence and other way they could share take part in the ceremonies around the the UK and abroad to celebrate Queen Elizabeth.

That morning, the Prime Minister, Mr. Christopher Simmons recalled the Parliament and it would meet within the first hours of the news being shared. There, he addressed the House of Commons. Soon after, all government building were flying their flags at half-mast and all ceremonial ornaments were placed in black purses as a sign of mourning for the past monarch.

That same day, her body was moved, and placed at St. George’s Chapel, with the royal standard draped over her coffin. The first funeral rites were given at the by the Windsor chaplain and the guards stationed at the castle mounted a guard of honour inside the building and would remain there for the next two days before he body was transported by by car to London, where it would remain at Buckingham Palace’s Throne Room for a day.

In the afternoon, the Prime Minister came around Clarence House to meet with Charles who was now the Head of State. The family’s engagements were cancelled for the rest of the month and Elle and Harry remained at Clarence House overnight, their children had been brought to them by their staff, so they could support Charles and be close as a family. On the following day, they drove with Charles and Camilla to St. James’s Palace for the Accession Council meeting.

“ Your Majesty, Your Royal highnesses, we’re very sorry for your loss.”, said a councillor as the family entered the building side by side. Inside it, members of the Privy Council, officers of the State, members of the House of Lords — which included Elle’s father and uncle, the Archbishop of Canterbury and other senior members of the Church of England, the mayor of London, high commissioners and representatives of the Commonwealth realms.

As Charles took his place at the front of the room, with the people surrounding him, Charles made his Oath of Allegiance to the Council, the Church of England and Church of Scotland. Then, Charles seated on the Sovereign’s Chair and one by one, the members of government present as well as Harry, Elle and Camilla made their oaths of allegiance which would be repeated in a more ceremonial manner during his coronation in a few months. Afterwards, they moved to the Proclamation Gallery outside the court of the palace where the proclamation was read out-loud by the Garter King of Arms.

“Whereas it has pleased Almighty God to call to His Mercy our late Sovereign Lady Queen Elizabeth II of Blessed and Glorious memory, by whose Decease the Crown is solely and rightfully come to the High and Mighty Prince Charles Philip Arthur George. We, therefore, the Lords Spiritual and Temporal of this Realm, being here assisted with these Her late Majesty's Privy Council, with representatives of other Members of the Commonwealth, with other Principal Gentlemen of Quality, with the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens of London, do now hereby with one voice and Consent of Tongue and Heart publish and proclaim that the High and Mighty Prince Charles Philip Arthur George is now, by the death of our late Sovereign of happy memory, become King Charles the Third, by the Grace of God King of this Realm and of all His other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, to whom His lieges do acknowledge all Faith and constant Obedience with hearty and humble Affection, beseeching God by whom Kings and Queens do reign, to bless the Royal Prince Charles the Third with long and happy Years to reign over us.”

“ The Queen is dead. Long live the King!”, he shouted.

“ Long live the King!”, was repeated by all.

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From Eden

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Work-place harassment

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Chapter 4

The staff on the upper level was being reshuffled today. This was an annual thing; it happened as the reproduction programme occasionally let greys change ranks, meaning certain positions had to filled and timetables changed. You didn’t have to worry about a lot, your position was permanent due to the speciality of your work. That’s what you thought anyway. “Y/N, my office please?” your manager had called. What was it this time? You got up and followed him, shutting the door behind you and taking a seat. “Is everything alright sir?” He hesitated a little before replying, “you are getting a promotion of sorts.” You looked confused. “The king has issued an order. He wants a personal garden on the 9th floor. Your track record is fantastic, so you will oversee the project and team. He has set some requirements that you’ll have to design around. Other than that, you have free reign basically, do what you want with it,” he finished. You sat there in shock. A personal royal garden that you were responsible for. One fuck up could be your demise. “I really don’t know what to say. I’m assuming I can’t turn it down.” He shook his head, “He wants the team to move down there too, so get packing. This afternoon, yourself and Lucy can go down and have a look at the space you have to work with and start getting some designs and plans down. You have all the resources available to you.” “when will we be moving?” “Tomorrow.” With that you were dismissed. //// “Hey Luce, have you ever seen what the king looks like?” You were on your delivery run to the 9th floor, where you’d be let in to see your project area. “no, I haven’t. But Sam did once, I think. I think he said something about him looking like a better version Michelangelo’s David,” she replied. You would describe ‘Adam’ in the same way. “Sam? Sam who then had to lick his boots then had his eye gouged out for ‘staring too much’?” She nodded. You had reached the delivery entrance. “Good afternoon Ms Mead, looking sexy as ever today,” you greeted. Her stoic face broke out into a little grin at your comment. “You’re damn right I look sexy. Anyway, leave the produce here, one of the staff will collect it. I’m sure you were told about your new job, so ill give you a tour,” she led you both in, swiping her special key card. You were nervous for some reason. Your survival depended on this. You gasped at seeing the inside of the 9th floor. It was dark and regal. Golds, blacks and reds. Marble polished to perfection. Priceless art pieces everywhere. This truly was the abode of a dark king. “Michael’s bust elsewhere so you don’t have to worry about seeing him too much,” Ms Mead clarified. Michael. The king’s name was Michael. You liked the way it tasted on your tongue. Repeating it to yourself a few times. You smiled to yourself, deciding that it was your favourite name. “Here we are, this is the space. Its right in the centre of everything.” She pointed to the circular marble stone in the centre, “You must build around that, but it’s all in the briefing and floor plans you were sent. I’ll come collect you in about 30 minutes. Do not wander off on your own,” with that final warning she let you be. You got closer to the stone. It was carved with deep channels in the shape of a pentagram. It must have been an alter of sorts. You’d assumed rituals would happen in dark spaces, but it seemed like the king wanted a sort of natural meditation space. One of the requirements was that’s the alter had to be surrounded by pomegranate trees. How very Hades of him. The tress cultivated in Eden were ancient, from Iran. You wondered how the family that had tended to them for generations felt on the day the trees were taken from them. Thousands of years of love and care could be tasted in the sweetness of the fruit, in the vibrancy of the dye the fruit created. Who had planted that first seed? What had those trees seen? Whose blood fertilised the soil? You felt it your duty to nurture those trees. And now you would have to part form some of them, it upset you a little, but you didn’t think about it too long, you had a whole other garden to plan. Mead eventually came to escort you out, needing to prepare for tomorrow. You gave instructions on beginning to remove the marble and the other structural changes that would need to be made for ‘little Eden’. The king had watched you leave from the balcony, smirking. //// Being a grey meant you didn’t have many belongings, so the room took you and hour to pack. You felt a little sad seeing it in three boxes. It had been your refuge for 5 years. A safe haven away from everything that went on outside of it. But for the past two weeks, even this safe haven had been invaded by outside forces. You dreams unnerved you. It was as if Adam had become a part of your unconscious mind. All you dreamed about was him. The pair of you in a garden, surrounded by little ones. But there were also snakes, a voice warning you to not bite the fruit. Catholic school didn’t prepare you for biblical dream interpretation. You tried to forget about them during the day, but all this talk of repopulation made it difficult. There were so many confirmed pregnancies, you wondered if you had the capacity for them all. It all reached its peak in February, everyone wanted Halloween babies, but so far there had been no Halloween babies. Your thoughts were interrupted by Lucy coming to get you. You gave the room one final look before handing the keys to the guard. A snake slithering out just before you shut the door. //// Your room on the 9th floor was closest to the garden, but furthest from anyone else. In order to save space, everyone was doubled up. Except for you. You had your room to yourself. It was a little lonely. But most of your hours were spent in the meeting room, discussing and finalising plans. Your final design had been approved; it was your dream garden, except for the alter in the middle. Work had begun; the marble removed, the piping for the water features in place, drainage and irrigation systems were ready and the artificial sunlight and temperature regulators were placed. All you had to do was plant and maintain. It was easier said than done, especially when a certain inspector liked to bother you. “Good afternoon Y/N,” Michael hummed from above you. You glared up at him, literally knee deep in dirt. “What do you want now? Was spilling my juice not enough for you this morning?” He had walked past your table that morning, knocking your drink from the table making it spill all over you. “There’s plenty of other things I could spill on you.” You scoffed and rolled you eyes at him, going back to checking roots and planting things. This was going to be a pond, everything had to be done before it was filled with water and koi. After five minutes, Michael got bored of watching you work. You were far too meticulous. But then again, this garden was for you, that’s why he let you design it. He imagined laughter ringing through the trees in a few years time. He’d get there. No, You’d get there. He wanted your full attention on him, so decided to be childish, throwing little rock off you and winding you up. “Oi! Pack it in! what are you? 9?” you still didn’t look up to him. “Yeah, Inches,” he replied. “Whatever you say,” you mumbled. He threw a bigger rock at your forehead this time, making you stop and finally look up at him. He watched your jaw clench in anger, and he laughed at you. You trudged over to him, stopping right Infront of him. You didn’t say anything, but he reached his hand out to help you out. Instead you pulled him into the mud. You turned back around to what you were doing, leaving him face first in the dirt, chuckling to yourself. Michael slowly got up, wiping his face. He hadn’t been this dirty since his sojourn. Had you been anyone else, you would now be a pile of ash, or in the dungeons for him to torture later. Instead he tackled you into the dirt. The pair of you broke out into a little scuffle, rolling around in the dirt. “Get off me! You’re too heavy!” you whined. His blond hair was now stained brown, your own grey uniform having the same fate. “No, I think I’m quite comfortable here,” he replied. “I’ll bite you; I’ll bite a whole chunk out of your face do not test me.” He grinned,” just like the bitch you are then.” You blew a raspberry at him, using your full strength to push him off you and to stand up. “My shift is over I’m leaving,” you turned to go. “At least help me clean up,” he pouted. “There greys specifically for that, I’m sure the king will let you borrow one of his,” with that you marched off, leaving the king in the dirt. //// You tracked mud through the hallway, wanting desperately just to clean up. “Y/N you look like shit,” Lucy pointed out. “I know,” you slammed your door open and closed. You peeled your overalls off and hopped in the shower. Watching the water turn from brown to clear. You had felt ‘Adams’ ‘Nine Inches’ when you were wrestling. You started to wonder how he’d feel inside you, the thought making you ache. You ran your hands down your body, to your wet folds, relieving yourself of the tension. You should have been more careful of your surroundings, you would have noticed the king watching you, relieving himself of his own tension.

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More-- Chapter 3 (c.h)

Summary: Single dad Calum doesn’t want to leave his son, Kai, while he goes on tour. A nanny accompanies them and Kai isn’t the only one who falls in love with her.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smut smut smut ahead, only read if 18+

Chapter One || Chapter Two

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Calum played phenomenally but he was only half present during the whole show. His fingers played the correct notes and chords, he interacted with the boys and the crowd but his mind was on Holly and Kai. He hadn’t heard anything from her so no news is good news, right?

Finally, when they played the last song he was the first to run off the stage and find his phone. Holly sent him text updates that ended at 10:30 when she said Kai’s fever was gone. He explained to the guys he had to leave and they understood so they let him go.

When Calum arrived in the hotel room, Little Bear was playing on the tv screen and he found Holly and Kai fast asleep on her bed. He was wrapped in his blanket with his thumb in his mouth snuggled into her chest. Calum toed off his shoes and picked Kai up so he can sleep in his crib.

Holly shifts in her sleep then she wakes up to see Calum.

“Oh man, did I fall asleep?” she asks groggily.

“You both did,” he smiles. “Go back to bed, I’ve got him if he wakes up.”

“Kay,” she says thickly.

To Calum’s complete surprise, her arms twisted behind her back and she pulled her bra off through the sleeves of her large sweatshirt. Then she slides off her leggings and slips on some pajama shorts and crawls underneath the covers.

Calum blinks quickly trying to process what he’d just witnessed. She undressed right in front of him. Kai made a noise pulling Calum’s gaze from Holly’s figure under the covers and turned to check his son. He was still sound asleep so Calum changed out of his clothes and put on some joggers and left his shirt off.

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It’s been a few weeks since Kai’s fever and when Calum witnessed Holly unintentionally undressing in front of him. He’s been trying to push his feelings down and away, he can’t have feelings for his son’s nanny. That’s just not right and would be mixing business with pleasure but when he sees her smile and laugh with Kai, his morals are thrown completely to the wind.

“Okay man,” Michael sighs while they’re out exploring Italy. He wraps his arm around his best friend’s shoulders. “It’s been a few months now since Holly’s been with us and you haven’t asked her out yet.”

“I changed my mind,” Calum mumbles placing his aviators on his face.

“How can you change your mind? You’ve been pining over her for weeks.”

“It just wouldn’t be a good idea, Mikey,” Calum sighs watching Kai and Holly walking in front of them. Kai has on a small black hat and it makes him look like a little gentleman as he points to different sights in her arms.

“Why not?”

“What if it doesn’t end well? She’s a great nanny to Kai and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“But if it does end well then she could be Kai’s mum for real. I know Jane hurt you bad and your stance on love is just one big ‘fuck it all’ but,” Mikey shakes his head. “I don’t know. You’ve changed since she came into your life.”

Calum, Holly, Michael and Kai ended up getting gelato in a small gelato shop. Kai was sitting in Calum’s lap as he licked off of Calum’s cone and he had strawberry gelato smeared all over his face. Holly thought it was the cutest thing and took out her phone to take photos and videos.

“You’re such a funny little bean,” Holly laughs wiping the frozen treat from Kai’s face.

“Hey Holly, you like The Struts, right?” Michael asks nonchalantly.

“Yeah, they’re a great band,” she nods going to lick her gelato.

“We got free tickets to go to their concert tonight but Crystal and Sierra are flying in and they want to double with me and Luke. Would you want to take the tickets, you and Calum?”

“Ashton doesn’t want to go?” Holly asks and Calum is giving a hard look at Michael knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“He said he wanted to watch superhero movies with Kai tonight,” Michael laughs looking at Kai who had gelato on his face again. “Come on, at least two of us should go, I’ll feel bad if none of us go.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Holly smiles. “I haven’t been to a concert in ages.”

“Not like you’re touring with a band or anything,” Calum snorts taking a lick from his cone. His eyes playful as he looks at Holly.

“I’m watching a little human during said band’s concerts,” she retorts with a smirk and Calum smiles.

“All right, Kai-guy,” Calum says, “I think you’re finished with Daddy’s gelato.” He bounces Kai on his knee.

For the rest of the time there Michael gave himself a pat on the back for setting Calum and Holly up on this date. He can’t wait to tell Crystal about it, she’ll be pleased and will maybe even reward him for his job well done.

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Calum went to Ashton’s room with Kai while Holly was getting ready for the concert. She told him she’d be ready by the time he got back, and Calum’s been around Crystal and Sierra long enough to know that girls don’t typically get ready in fifteen minutes or less.

“Kai-Kai!” Ashton greets Kai with a big smile on his face. He lifts him in his arms when Calum sets him on the floor and tickles his tummy. “You excited for the big date tonight?”

“It’s not a date, Ash,” Calum rolls his eyes setting Kai’s diaper bag on the floor, and places his blanket on the bed.

“You’re going to a concert and dinner, without Kai and none of us. It’s a date, man.”

“If it’s a date then Michael’s the one who planned it. I’ve got his bottle in the bag and some cheerios. His bedtime has been at 8:30ish lately, make sure to change him before then,” Calum tells him.

“Cal, I know what to do with my nephew. He’s in good hands.”

“Thanks. Okay, buddy, Daddy’s got to go now. C’mere and give me a hug.” Calum gives Kai a hug and a kiss on his cheek before handing him back to Ashton.

“Hey Cal,” Ashton calls stopping Calum halfway out the door. “If the date goes well and you and Holly want your room to yourself, I’ve got Kai duty all night.” He casts a wink and Calum just shakes his head before closing the door.

Calum can’t help the thoughts Ashton so generously put into his head of spending the night with Holly. Granted he spent every night with Holly but in different beds and on separate sides of the room, but still. He knocked once on his and Holly’s hotel door before sliding the key card in.

When he opened the door she was standing before him wearing a denim blue button up shirt tucked into white jean shorts. He was met with her perfume and he groaned at the sight of her, this was going to be a long night.

“Wow, you are ready,” he grins.

“Told you I would be,” she smiles stepping out in the hallway next to him, closing the door behind her. “It’s one of my many talents of getting ready in record time.”

“You’ve got other talents?” he quirked an eyebrow looking down at her. “Like what?”

“All in due time, my friend,” she smirks and Calum hears the flirtation in her voice.

The concert is a blast and Holly danced along to every song, even if she didn’t know the lyrics. Calum was impressed with how well she drank her alcohol and loved seeing her have a great time.

“Oh, this is such a good song!” she exclaims when Somebody New begins to play.

“This is for all of you have been heartbroken in the past, if you’ve got someone in your life right now, don’t let them go.”

Calum’s gaze is locked on Holly as he listens to the singer’s words. Holly’s singing along and swaying to the melody with her eyes closed and Calum’s made up his mind. Yes, he’s been hurt in the past, love can be cruel but Holly is anything but. With her eyes closed she looks so tempting just living in the moment.

Calum grabs hold of her hip spinning her to face him, and before she can open her eyes he plants his lips on hers, his palm bracing her lower back. He releases her lips a moment after and looks down at her, waiting for a reaction.

Her mouth is open in surprise and then she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him again, making sure she kept her drink held up in the air so she wouldn’t spill it. Calum kisses her back eagerly, his arms pulling her close as their lips mold together, he feels her smile against his lips and he uses that opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth.

They only stop kissing when the song ends and the crowd around them explodes in applause. Their eyes meet with big smiles on their faces, he strokes her cheek and runs his thumb over her bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted to do that for some time,” he admits.

“I’ve been wanting you to do that for some time,” she smiles and Calum feels a warm glow in his stomach at her words.

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They share a few more short kisses throughout the night and when they arrive at the hotel at almost one o’clock, she turns to face him when he opens their hotel door for her.

“Are you going to go get Kai?” she asks biting her lip and it makes him want to kiss her again.

“Ash said he’s glad to have him spend the night,” he answers shutting the door with a snap. He watches her kick off her shoes and plop her purse on the table.

“That’s nice of him,” she says pursing her lips.

“Mhm,” he steps closer to her, his gaze never straying from her eyes and her lips. “He’s a swell guy.”

They’re standing extremely close, his breath blows on her face and she lets out a shaky sigh. The alcohol wasn’t as potent and she was nervous being this close to him but something in her made her reach her hand out and skim her fingers over his tattoos that are showing from under his black t-shirt.

“You’re swole,” she bites her lip and he chuckles.

“How’re you so cute?” he holds onto her waist and she shrugs slipping her finger under cuff of his sleeve.

When he can’t stand it anymore, he leans down and presses his lips to hers. She runs her hand up his bicep until she places it on his cheek then threads her fingers through his dark curls. He pulled her closer until their chests are pressed together. Holly stretches up on her toes resulting in Calum’s hands sliding down the curve of her ass and he doesn’t hesitate in squeezing it through her shorts.

A slight moan escapes her and he backs up until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He sits down pulling her onto his lap and his left hand cups her cheek, his tongue swirling around hers. He lowers his hand down her chest and his fingers unbutton her shirt slowly. He untucks it from her shorts then his palms hold onto her stomach, his rings cool against her hot skin.

He drags his lips over her jaw and she lifts her head giving him more access as he sucks on her neck and skims his lips over the swell of her breasts. He opens his eyes for the first time and sighs at the sight before him. She’s wearing a pretty purple bra—now his favorite color—and her chest is heaving rapidly as she slips her arms out of the sleeves, tossing it beside her on the floor.

“I’m sorry, they're not that big,” she mutters and Calum tears his gaze from her chest to her eyes.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, darlin’,” he shakes his head while she plays with the curls by his ears. “You’re perfect.”

His hands undo the clasp of her bra, the straps falling effortlessly down her shoulders, and when he tosses the fabric across the room he stands up with her in his arms and turns around so he can toss her on the bed. She squeals at the movement sliding her feet up so her knees are in the air.

“If my shirt’s off, yours needs to be, too,” she breathes.

He grins tugging his shirt up from his neck throwing it behind him before crawling up her body, his knee finding homage between her legs. She smiles at him before they kissed heatedly and her hands roam over his sides and all up on his back. He shivers at her touch and lets out a groan when her nails scratch down his back.

He leaves a trail of hot kisses down her chest, making a pit stop at her breast to kiss her nipple, flicking his tongue and grazing his teeth over her nipple; her fingers pull on his hair as she moans at the sensation.

“Hmm, you like when I bite?” he exhales glancing up at her and she nods, her eyes full of desire. Full of desire for him and he moves to her other breast giving it the same type of treatment, they’re so soft and plush in his mouth, but he wants to explore the rest of her body. He continues his journey down her torso and sucks on her stomach.

“That tickles!” she squeaks sucking in her stomach and they both laugh.

“Sorry,” he chuckles kneeling in front of her. He unsnaps the button on her shorts, pulling the zipper down slowly and pulls them off her body even slower. He wants to relish this moment and tease her along the way as well.

He jerks her towards him by her hips and her hair fans out behind her as she opens herself up to him, her breathing is ragged and Calum’s stomach is a ball of excitement. His pants become too tight so he stands up and disposes of them quickly so he’s just in his boxers.

He takes his place back in between her legs, looking up at her while he kisses down the inside of her thighs, he teases her by pressing a soft kiss above her core as he kisses her other thigh. She lets out a noise of impatience.

“Do you like when I tease you?” he asks nipping at her skin, his finger rubbing her stomach.

“No. I don't like—“

Before she can finish her sentence Calum dives in by sticking his tongue right inside of her, his mouth taking her lips in his. His eyes stay on hers as she gasps at the abruptness of his actions, her back arching immediately and her fingers fist the comforter beneath her. Calum smirks and licks at her center rapidly, darting his tongue in and out.

He removes his right hand from her hip, and does a long swipe of his tongue up her pussy before sliding his finger inside her, curling it when he’s knuckle deep. She gasps and moans, her right hand snatching up his left hand holding it tightly as he pleasures her. Her leg falls down on the bed giving Calum more access and he pumps and curls his finger faster, using his tongue to wiggle on her clit and she’s moaning and writhing under his mouth.

He watches her as her eyes closed, her back arching with a loud moan bursts from her mouth as her body tenses as she orgasms, her mouth open in a perfect little ‘o.’ Calum pulls his finger out slowly and kitten licks her core before sliding back on the bed to hover above her, his boxer covered hard on brushes against where she’s sensitive and her body rolls into him instinctually.

“How was that?” he asks pulling on her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Fucking wonderful,” she sighs dragging his hand back to her mouth. Keeping her eyes on him she takes his middle finger that he used on her and slides it into her mouth.

He stares in amazement as she sucks her taste off his finger, her tongue swirling up and down the length of his finger and he can only imagine what that would feel like around his dick. She moans around his finger and brings her other hand down to his boxers and grabs him. She rubs his dick through the fabric and with her sucking on his thumb and now her hand is slipping into his boxers stroking him gently he could come right there.

He yanked his finger from her mouth so he can crush his lips to hers and she continues to pump him slowly, her thumb making circles over his tip and he rotates his hips with her motion.

“Can I pleasure you now?” she murmurs against his lips.

He blows out a big breath and yanked his boxers down and off his legs, he falls back onto the bed and she kneels next to him. He places his hand on her back, rubbing it up and down as he watches her flip her hair behind her shoulder. She swipes her finger up his shaft, circling her finger around his tip.

“Now who’s teasing?” he grunts pinching her waist.

She flashes him an adorable yet sexy smile leaning up to give him a quick kiss. “That’s my specialty, babe,” she says and flips her hair behind her one more time before pressing a kiss to his head.

Calum bites his lip when her mouth opens around his dick, then her tongue swirls numerous times around his head before she licks from his base to the tip. She does that three more times and spits on his head, he feels it slide down his shaft before she hollows out her mouth and takes him in her mouth.

“Oh,” he breathes at the sensation of her mouth taking him in. He watches her curve her body as she continues to suck him off, her nose tapping his stomach as she moves up and down and then her hand joins her mouth. She spits some more so he’s slick with her spit, and when she moves up so does her hand and she does that movement faster then slow and fast again.

She removes her mouth for a moment but only to spit on his balls, then she takes him in her mouth again and uses her fingers to fondle his balls.

“Shit,” he hisses bucking his hips up in her mouth. He’s never had a girl gives him a blowjob like this before, this was sensational and he loved watching her do it. The faster she worked her mouth, she raised up on her knees and he could see her breasts move with her motions.

The sight alone would make him come in moments, and on any other given day he would have her keep doing what she was doing because it felt so damn good, but he needed to feel her, he needed to be inside her.

He twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her away from him, her mouth coming off his dick with a pop. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen and she looked so pretty.

“You’re amazing, babe, but I wouldn’t last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” she pants.

“I want to make you come again,” he grins flipping her over onto her back. She adjusts herself so her head is on the pillows and he reaches across the bed to rifle through his wallet trying to find a condom. “Dammit!”

“If you can’t find one,” she says turning his face to hers, his lips plump and so inviting. “I’m on the pill, have been for years.”

His eyes flash at her statement and he tosses his wallet against the wall, making a loud smack. Holly giggles and opens her legs wide for him, he settles in between her, rubbing up and down her entrance. He sticks his tip in and slowly enters her inch by inch until he finally bottoms out and when he does her mouth opens up in pleasure, her nails digging into his biceps.

They both sigh when they’re finally connected and he rocks his hips slowly, his hands on either side of her head so he can use them as leverage. He finds a perfect rhythm because she’s moaning with each thrust he does and he relishes in the feeling of her clenching her walls around him.

“Faster,” she whispers and Calum complies.

He slides his knees wide so he can fuck her faster and harder, their skin slapping against each other, his balls smacking against her. Her moans become more consistent and he attaches his mouth to hers.

“Feels so good,” she pants with each thrust and moans are spilling from her lips. “Mm, right there, Cal, yeah, yeah, yeah!” her voice becomes higher and higher and Calum pounds into her harder and harder. Her arm wraps around his neck as she comes for him again and she kisses him.

They’re both panting and then she sucks on his tongue and Calum is nearing his own orgasm and he pumps into her faster and she’s moaning his name loudly, her walls clenching around him again.

“You feel so good,” he groans slipping his arms behind her back and she presses her body to his until they’re flush.

“Come for me, Cal,” she breathes in his ear, her fingers pulling on his hair. He moves faster at her words and she keeps encouraging him. “Mm, yeah, just like that, come for me, baby.”

His thighs clench and he pulls out just before he releases his load onto her stomach, she kisses his neck whispering sweet praises on his skin as he lets go breathlessly. He collapses onto her, their breathing labored, hearts hammering fast and their bodies are sticky with sweat. Calum lifts his head from her shoulder to look at her, her eyes are wild and electric and she smiles at him with that smile of hers and he kisses her sweetly. He doesn’t rush this kiss, he enjoys it.

“That was . . . wow,” she laughs peeling his dark curls from his forehead.

“Double wow,” he agrees. He lets out a big sigh then clambers off her.

“Where are you going?” she demands.

“Getting a towel,” he chortles flicking on the bathroom light.

Holly collapses in a worn out pile of limbs when he returns. She leans up on her elbows reaching for the towel but he surprises her and wipes up his mess. She didn’t realize how much he released and he gave her half a smile.

“Sorry about that,” he murmurs.

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, darlin’,” she reiterates his words from before and they both laugh. He tosses the towel in the garbage bin near the dresser and pulls on his boxers, crawling back onto the bed next to her but it’s her turn to slide off the bed.

“Where are you going?” he demands

“Bathroom, it’s a rule of thumb that I always do after sex,” she shrugs but he notices her legs are wobbling slightly. He smiles at that and she closes the bathroom door.

He springs off his bed turning on the bedside light to try and find her a t-shirt of his she can wear and he picks out a black Guns ‘n Roses shirt. Then he pulls open the drawer where she placed her underwear (he accidentally found it while he was looking for his socks) and picked out a cute pair that had little ladybugs on them.

The bathroom door opened and she came out looking radiant, her face has that after-sex glow and it makes Calum happy.

“I uh, thought you’d want clean clothes,” he holds up the shirt and underwear for her.

“Thank you,” she says softly taking them from his hands. She steps into the underwear and pulls the shirt over her head, pulling her blond hair out from the collar.

“Come on,” he takes her hand leading her back to his bed. They crawl under the covers and he flips off the light but he’s not the least bit tired. Holly rolls over resting her head on his chest, his arm wraps around her and he breathes in her hair.

“This is all real, right? This isn’t just a really good dream I’m having?” she asks and Calum can’t help but laugh.

“It’s very real,” he states and tickles her arm.

“So, what do we do now?” she asks slowly.

“Well, we can lay here and talk until we fall asleep. Then in the morning we’ll go get Kai from Ash’s room and the three of us will go get gelato.”

“And act like this didn’t happen?” she asks quietly.

“Of course not! Why would we do that?”

“Because I work for you, I’m your son’s nanny, it’s not ideal and—“

“Holly, let me tell you something,” he interrupts her loudly. “After Jane I thought love was a waste of time, all it caused was heartbreak. I didn’t find a point in trying anymore but then you came into my life, and not just mine, but Kai’s life and it’s like you’re the puzzle piece I didn’t even know I was looking for. I care about you a lot, Holly, and what we just did, I don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

She’s silent for a moment and Calum thinks she’s gone to sleep or thinking about what to say when she sniffles.

“Are you crying?!”

“I’m sorry,” she laughs and sniffles again. “No one’s said anything like that about me before. I feel the same way. I know it’s only been a few months but I’ve got strong feelings for you as well. I’m so comfortable with you, and I love Kai to pieces. I’ve been hurt in the past as well, but I’m glad because it brought me to you.”

Calum reaches for her in the dark and finds her lips with his own. He kisses her tenderly, fingers in her hair and she lays on her back so he can hover over her. With both of their confessions still hanging in the air, the atmosphere changes and the way their bodies are pressed together and with her sucking on his tongue again—he really loved that—their clothes were removed again.

This time, it wasn’t an animalistic need, it was filled with soft touches and a gentle roll of his hips into hers. When she came undone she bit hard into his shoulder to keep from crying out but it didn’t muffle the sound at all. He loved the way she vocalized how he made her feel.

Her moans were music to his ears, and with her palms on his lower back as he thrusted into her, he felt euphoric. Holly’s so different from other women he’s been with, he’s never had sex twice in the same night before but he thinks he’ll be able to do things with Holly he never thought possible before.

When he orgasmed again she kissed his moans as he filled her up. He was so overcome with emotion he forgot to pull out, but he wasn’t worried. If something were to happen, he knew he and Holly would be in it together.

She held his face in her hands and kissed across his forehead, on his eyebrows, his nose and his cheeks before pecking his lips softly.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispers.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he agrees pulling her into his chest. They lay there for a few moments counting each other’s breaths and then she shifts. “Bathroom?” he asks.

“Bathroom,” she sighs slipping off the bed and heading into the bathroom again. “Where’s my shirt and underwear?” she asks fumbling around in the dark.

“Forget about them, just come back to bed,” he replies.

She falls over him, her naked body making his react to her and he groans at the contact.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he sighs.

“Sorry,” she giggles and begins to play with his hair.

“This is probably the only time we’ll be without Kai for the next six months, so I should enjoy this. You and all your naked glory.”

“Me? Have you seen you? You’re the glorious one.” Then she yawns loudly.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he hums.

They fall asleep in each other’s arms, and even in the midst of their sleep when they pull and turn away, a hand is either on her hip or holding his shoulder. It’s the best sleep either of them has had in a long while.

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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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People Of Creation

It was Henry’s first year in college. He, like many others going wasn’t really sure what path he wanted to choose for his life. He had decided on five classes for his first semester, to gather the skills. Art history, Business, Computer tech, chemistry and film. He chose a few for giving the knowledge he needed and the others for some fun.

Within a few months of college he film professor gave the them the months assignment. They were to make a documentary about anything they or there group choices.

In class, Henry turned to his friend behind him and Norman who was beside him. “Do you two wanna make a group together? Would be fun!” He offered

“Must definitely!” Shawn replied with a smile.

“Sure!” Norman agreed with them.

The rest of that class they shared topics on what each wants to do this documentary on while Henry writes them down and talk why they want that topic. Shawn suggestions were

Irish folklore or the world of toy markers. Norman thought of doing people who went missing or something on the future. Henry suggested holidays or war.

They discussed on what topic they should choose but none of them can all agree on one topic though. The end of the class Came and they agreed to meet at Henry dorm later to decide. All day they went through classes thinking about what they should do or looking up more topics on there free times to add

And waited.

When they did meet up at Henry’s dorm later that night, they all had some new topics of interest to share. “Maybe we could do the documentary on storms?” Shawn ask

Both Henry and Norman shook there heads.

“Nah.” Henry disagreed then went back to thinking.

Norman, who was Searching on his phone for ideas popped up. “What about the people of the creation?” Norman looked up from his phone for a second then back when he saw Shawn and Henry taking an interest. “Says here they all live off the land and vary happen people?”

“And?” Shawn ask “what’s so cool about that?”

“Also says the talk to the gods so I’m guessing this is a cult.” Norman shrugs then leans on the wall behind him.

“Let’s do that one. Maybe we go there, see how they live and interview the people there! That would be fun!” Henry replied

“I’m down with this one.” Norman said and looked at shawn. “What about you?”

Shawn thought for a moment then nodded “alright. Let do this.”

Henry looked up and emailed the owner of the land asking him if they could do there documentary on them for a week. They waited for a few hours before Henry’s phone signaled that there was a new email. Shawn and Norman ran to the sides of Henry as he got out his phone and checked it. “Hello Mr. stein! I have read your email and I accept your request for a documentary. We are excited to have your crew come to let us share our views with you three. We expect you tomorrow. Have a blessed day!”

Henry looked at shawn then Norman. “Looks Like we’re going on to the people of creation!”

Shawn and Norman went back to there dorms to start packing for the weeks trip. Henry booked three plan tickets then packed as well. They meet up after at the Uber Norman called and headed to the air port. By 11:30 there plan was off. By morning they landed, got there bags and took a taxi to closes it would take them to the gates of the people of the creation.

It was strange but they got out and grabbed there bags from the Trunk then walked the mile up to the gates of the people of creation. “Halt!” Called someone behind them, followed by the sound of a loading gun. They all froze in place Witt there hands up.

The man came around in View of them. “You people are?”

“H-Henry stain, sir.” Henry was the one to reply. “These are my friends Shawn Flynn and Norman Polk. We had p-permission t-to come and do a Documentary on you guys.” He was Hopping it was actually there leader he ask and not some troll.

The man gives them a nasty look. “Wait here!” He ordered then went off to the side and talk into a walkie-talkie while still keeping an eye on them. All three of them was nervous as hell of what could happen but none of them said anything.

The man came back to them a minute later. “My apologies. Follow me.” He turns and opened the gate. Henry looked at the others two before following the man, Shawn followed grant and Norman followed after.

They came upon a two story house away from the other buildings. The guy that escorted them knocked on the door and another man in a suit opened it. “Greets!” He smiled “you must be Henry stein!” He shook Henry’s hand. “I’m Joey drew!”

Henry nodded as he formerly shook joeys hand. “Yep that’s me! These are my friends and crew Shawn.” He pointed to his left. “And Norman.” He pointed to his right.

“Welcome you two.” Joey shakes and greats them as well. “Come. Let me show you around!”

He starts to lead them around before Henry turns to Joey. “Do you mind if one of us films the tour?”

Joey shakes his head. “No. Go right ahead! There’s nothing to hide here!” He Smiled in a way that makes Henry’s stomach flutter.

They stopped for a minute for Norman to dig in his bag and gets out his camera. He pressed to Record button and they proceed the tour.

The first stop was at the church. A few people were praying or reading the Bible. “We gather hear every night after dinner for a daily lesson on the Bible.” Joey announces into the Camera. “And every Sunday is the full mass.”

Norman films around the church and the praying people.

They move on from the crunch to walk the kitchen and eating area. “This is we’re we have our meals.” Joey explains. “We love to eat out side but we do have tables inside

Incase the weathers bad.” He informed them.

A blonde woman that was cleaning off a table comes over. “Hello Joey.” She bowed to him. “Are these those guys you told us about?”

Joey wrapped his arm around her. “Hello. Yes this is shawn, Henry and Norman.” He gestures to each as he said there names. “Guys this is my wife, Susie.” They all greeted her and then moved on from the area.

The next stop they came to was the garden. Rows and rows of there plants and It was fenced up to keep the wild life from eating there plants. “Here’s our family garden. The ones that maintain it are finish for the day.

They move on to the rest of the buildings and areas of the land. A school for the kids, an area for bomb fires, a farm for meet, dairy and eggs. There was horses also but Joey just told them it was for fun.

Lastly they come to a little green house. “Here is we’re you will be staying for the week.” Joey informed them. “I had my husbands cheek and make sure everything was nice and clean for arrival.” He opened the door to a living room nicer to any hotel room they ever stayed in.

“I’m sorry you said husbands?” Shawn ask joey. “I thought you said you had a wife?”

Joey looked at shawn. “ I do. I have Susie my wife. And Sammy and Grant my two husbands.” He replied. “I’ll let y’all meet them and everyone else as dinner. Your going to love it! Tell then I’ll let you settle and rest up.” He smiled and left.

The three of them walked into there Little home for the next week and looked around. There was a small kitchen with fridge and microwave but no stove. There wasn’t no tv or any books besides a Bible on the coffee table. Up stairs there was three rooms and a bathroom. They all chose there rooms and unpacked there bags and supplies.

Shawn finishes and goes to Henry’s room. “It’s a little odd how they have TVs huh?

Henry shrugged. “I donno. I mean.. the amish doesnt use electricity ether...maybe here they don’t ether for TVs.”

“Ya I guess you right.” Shawn nodded and went back to his room.

After they all finish unpacking there clothes and equipment they decided to rest form the long trip here. Henry went into his room for a nap. Shawn went into his room to watch a movie and Norman went to his room and pulled out his book he brought and started reading.

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Later that night, when they were getting ready for there first meal with these people someone knocked on there door. “I got it.” Henry said, walking down the stairs and opening the door to Joey snd two other man in white gowns.

“Hello again Henry!” Joey waved. “I hope you rest well?”

Henry nodded. “We did thank you. And the house is nice, again thank you.” Norman and Shawn Came up and nodded in agreement

“I’m glad to hear that.” Joey smiled. “Oh. This is Grant and Sammy. My two husbands.” He introduced them. They all said there greetings and started for the kitchen area. As they were walking and listening to Joey talk about how exciting he was they were doing there documentary here, Norman noticed one of the husbands had a limp. He wondered if he was alright but didn’t think much to it though.

When they arrived it was Swarming with everyone coming here to sit down at the long table and the cooks bringing over the dishes of good. “You guys can sit in these three chairs at the end.” Joey waved them over. Henry came over and sat at the vary end, Shawn sat in the middle of then him and Norman. Grant got the end on the other side, Susie sat beside him. Sammy sat beside her everyone else got to chose where. Joey sits on the end watching the everyone.

Once they were all sat down everyone bows there heads and placed there Palms together for prayer. Joey looked at the three visitors. “Please would you join us in prayer.” He smiled.

Henry looked at Norman and Shawn then shrugs. “Sure.” They all three bowed there heads and placed the palms then Joey announced the prayer and everyone finished it with an “amen.” And begins to scoop there serving and eat.

Joey turn to the visitors. “I appreciate you fellas praying with us. Means the world to us.” He spoke then took a bite of his role.

“It’s not a problem, Joey.” Henry replied and Shawn nodded.

“You joining us for bible lessen tonight, right ?” Joey ask them took a bite of chicken. “I mean you should. It’s fun!”

Henry finishes his sip of water and nodded. “Yea. We’re be there to film it. That’s ok right?”

Joey nodded. “That’s alright.”

Shawn stoped eating to watch everyone of them for a minute. They all were so happy here. Smiles on there faces, talking with there friends around them, eating this delicious food they make on there own. Plus living here deep in the woods! It paradise!

Norman glances at Joey as everyone was eating there food and talking to each other. He didn’t like the way Joey was asking these questions to them. He had a weird feeling from him and many of these people. One of joey’s husbands kept looking at him Shawn and Henry strangely. He was on guard of everyone and everything right now, watching everyone.

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When everyone was finish with their dinner and the table was cleaned everyone headed down to the church building for bible lessees. Norman had set up his camera earlier in the day so he just push record once Joey started his lesson.

Shawn sat beside Grant and watching everyone fellow the words of there bibles as Joey reads. Grant looked at shawn before scooting closer and held the book to him to share. Shawn looked at Grant and smiled at him. Grant gave a smile back at him and they listen to the lesson.

Henry watched Joey and listen to everything he spoke. He wanted to understand what Joey was saying and why someone would want to join one of these. He couldn’t wait to interview Joey and these people tomorrow. Couldn’t wait to hear what they would say.

Once Joey was finish with the lesson he dismiss everyone and sat next to Henry. “It looked like you were vary interested in this Mr.stain”

Henry nodded. “It was interesting. I can’t wait for our interview tomorrow morning.”

Joey chuckles. “Sounds like a plan then. You three have a good night now.” Joey smiled at him as he got up and went to his wife and husbands. Together all four walked out of the church together. Once again Norman noticed the blonde man limping.

Henry got up and turned to Shawn and Norman. “Ready to go back now?”

Shawn and Henry went to the house and went to there rooms for the night. Norman went back with them but snuck out once they went in there rooms.

There was something going on with this place. He didn’t know what, but he knew something wasn’t right. Joey drew voice when he was asking Henry questions, they way the brown haired husband looked at them at dinner the fact they they lived in a the woods, The curfew thing and having guards walk around with guns.

Norman hide in the shadows as he moved around the place, dodging the guards with guns. He stopped and looked up at the church in front of him and notice it was a two story. He opened the door and peaked inside before going inside.

The church was empty. No one was sitting in the rows of benches. Norman walked slowly down the ally to the strange and picked up

The Bible that was on the table. He flipped though it and read the notes for a minute. He put it back down where it was and looked around. He noticed there was a way to back stage from the side so he went back there.

There was chairs stacked together in one corner, a few boxes full of bibles, and table With some junk on it. Then Norman noticed the was stairs in one corner going both up and down. Norman slowly approaches the stairs for the basement. One he got to the them he saw a door at the vary bottom. He took slow step down, making sure it didn’t creek. Then another. And another. He got down them and reaches for the door nob and twisted it.

“What are you doing?”

Norman nearly jumped out of his skin and turn around to the voice. It was the blonde husband, Sammy. He was standing at the top of the stairs. “I was....” Norman tried to think of something but his heart was beating to fast to think.

“Don’t you know it’s pass curfew?” Sammy simply ask.

Norman climbed the top of the stairs. “Ya. But I couldn’t sleep. I could ask the same thing to you though. This is your home after all.”

Sammy looked at Norman. “I was on my way home when I saw the door to the church opened. Thought I see what was going on.” He answered. “Come on. I’ll lead you home.”

Norman nodded and followed the short blonde out of the church. As they made there way to the house he again noticed Sammy was limping. “Are you alright?..” he asked. “I seen you limp all day.”

“I -I fine.” Sammy replied. Norman definitely noticed his voice was different here. Shaky almost. “It’s just a .. sprained. That’s all.”

Norman looked at him. “Well. Shouldn’t you put ice on it?”

Sammy nodded. “I will..I do..w-when I’m home.” He smiled up at him.

They walk in silence for the rest of the way and soon came to the house Norman was staying at. “Well. Goodnight Mr. Polk.” Sammy said. Norman watched the man as he limped away for a while. Then he went inside and got ready for bed.

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #shawn flynn #grant cohen #norman polk #susie campbell

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flash-fixation · 4 years

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Pod #49 Personal Log

Happy 50th @flashfictionfridayofficial! Thank you for running this great event and for your wonderful prompts. Here is my offering. I honestly didn’t think I’d get one in on time. I’ve been trying desperately to catch up on some video editing (thanks to the source material being late) and my eyes itch from sleepiness. But! you can’t ignore the call the write no matter what time of day it is. So here it is, kind of inspired by Mouth to Mouth but I’ll let you have fun figuring out how it applies to what I came up with! And I’m sorry in advance; I think I needed to get some things out!

Pod #49 Personal Log

—Day 72—

***Journal start***

Alarm 8am; water, dental, ablutions, cardiovascular and pulmonary stimulation, standard uniform.

Bio-cycle check; hydro levels good, luminaire 6000K, healthy growth exhibited on all species.

Morning meal.

3 hours couch; 2 gigabytes of vid-media consumed, 600ml caffeine beverage imbibed, mindfulness practice, slow morning.

Afternoon meal.

6 hours work station; 3 terrabytes of data parsed, inbox emptied.

Evening exercise; 40 minutes cardio, 30 minutes weight training

Evening meal; high in protein.

1 hour cleansing; utensils sanitised, stations sanctified, bio-cycle in hibernation mode.

1 hour couch; gaming with pods #44, #67 and #88.

Core level: good.

Personal: I saw 24 other pods today. It’s a shame the solar shield layer of the view ports don’t allow you to see the others inside their pods. I waved anyway. I like to think they waved back. I can’t believe it’s been that long. I can’t believe it’s only been 72 days. The daily reports still don’t offer any clue as to when we can return to the surface. I hope it’s soon, but at the same time I’ve gotten accustomed to my space and my little routine. I’m good at it and there is no pressure but to remain as l am. It was nice to see the pack at games night today. I miss them. I’ve put in a request, the minimum period is over soon. Hopefully I’ll be approved.

***Journal End***

—Day 73—

***Journal Start***

Alarm 8am; water, dental, ablutions, cardiovascular and pulmonary stimulation, casual attire.

Bio-cycle check; hydro levels below optimal - possible indication of issue with grey water reclamation, luminaire 6500K, healthy growth exhibited generally, yellow tinge to leaves of Nasturtium microphyllum - possibly caused by hydro issues.

Morning meal.

4 hours couch; 4 gigabytes of vid-media consumed, 5 issues of physical comic books consumed, 900ml of caffeine imbibed, longer morning than expected.

Afternoon meal; eaten while setting up work station.

2 hours work station; 2 terabytes of information parsed, communications link interrupted, inbox clearance postponed for 24 hours, work suspended until link restored.

3 hours creation station; 1,000 words.

Evening meal; high in carbohydrates, eaten late.

1 hour repair work: grey water reclamation system diagnostics, issue isolated and rectified.

0.5 hours cleansing; utensils postponed for 24 hours, stations sanctified, bio-cycle in hibernation mode.

Core level; low.

Personal: Things seemed okay yesterday, but it’s funny how a few small things can throw things out of sync. I write down everything in the pod’s log but it doesn’t record all the details, it doesn’t record how I feel and it doesn’t record how hard this is sometimes. This morning was okay and normally I can deal with little issues not problem but I wasn’t expecting to be so upset by the wilting flowers. Those little plants were put in my pod to keep me alive and in return it is my responsibility to keep them alive. I thought I was doing well, but those yellow leaves made me feel like I was letting them down. Normally this would be fine! A bit of water and patience and everything would be healthy again. I keep forgetting this isn’t normal. This whole situation isn’t normal. We weren’t meant to live in isolation. I miss seeing other people in the flesh, hearing their breath, smelling their unique scents, feeling the gentle buzz of their energy in a space. I never thought I’d say that. I didn’t surround myself with others when I was on the planet surface, but I guess this is enough to strain even the most introverted of us. Today turned into an exercise in survival; ice cream for dinner, I read my comic books one after the other, an extra cup of coffee, tried to write but managed nothing more than a stream of consciousness exercise. I tried not to get too frustrated when the net went down. After I finished my chores I stared out of my view port at the planet for an hour or so. I didn’t bother logging it. I ended up going to bed later than I should have but I just had to watch the surface for a bit. Spinning slowly, passing its time, looking like nothing had happened over the past two and a half months. If anything the colours have gotten more vivid since I’ve been up here. It’s so beautiful.

***Journal End***

—Day 74—

***Journal Start***

Alarm 10am; water, dental, ablutions, pyjamas.

Bio-cycle check; hydro levels good, luminaire 6000K, healthy growth exhibited generally, yellow tinge to leaves of Nasturtium microphyllum - stems regaining turgidity.

2 hours couch; 1 gigabyte of vid-media consumed, 300ml of caffeine imbibed, mid-morning nap.

Afternoon meal.

Processed for mental health day.

6 hours creation station; mid-afternoon nap.

Evening meal.

1.5 hour cleansing; utensils sanitised, stations sanctified, laundry, bio-cycle in hibernation mode.

Core level; adequate - increasing.

Personal: Sleeping is restorative. I mean, obviously. That’s what it is there for, but I think people don’t appreciate the importance of and benefits of frequent napping. They are like little resets during the day. Small opportunities to defrag your brain, let it sort itself out while you conserve your energy. There is no shame in just getting through the day.

****Urgent Communication Incoming***

I’ve been approved! It just came through! I’ve been approved, she’s been approved, we’ve been approved! I can’t wait, I cannot wait! We can meet up whenever we want. I just got off the commlink to her and we’ve arranged to dock tomorrow evening. There’s so much to do. I’ll have to spruce up my stations, make sure to brush up on my docking procedures. I can’t settle now, my fingers are itching. I need to do something. I think I’ll make her something. What do you make for your partner after nearly three months apart. If she hadn’t been on tour when this all started we would have been sharing a pod. What shall I make her? I can’t think! I’m too excited to see her face-to-face!

****Journal end***

#writing #writeblr #new writing #flash fiction #flash fiction friday #short story #new writer #writer #sci fi #sci-fi #scifi #prose #writing as processing #writing as therapy #originial writing

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nazariolahela · 4 years

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Something Domestic: Chapter 11

A/N: Hey y'all! This story is told in first-person narrative, from Riley’s (MC) POV. There will likely be smidges of canon in this, but not too much. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

NOTE: This chapter contains adult themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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Synopsis: When Riley Brooks takes a new job as a nanny for the affluent Rhys family in New York’s Upper East Side, she assumes she’s just going to care for the children of the couple who hired her. But instead of just school pick-ups and afternoon snacks, she also finds herself spending time with Liam, the handsome divorced dad. Can Riley control her feelings for Liam while still performing the job she was hired for?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: The divorce is final. But what does that mean for Riley and Liam?

I lay in bed early Wednesday morning, staring at the ceiling. I still have an hour before my alarm goes off, but I'm wide awake. Today is the day. Liam said they don't have court until 1:30 p.m., so I’ll have to wait until this afternoon to find out the results of the hearing. I wonder to myself what will happen afterward. Will Liam and I be able to explore a relationship? Will Charlotte and Philip have to split time between their parents? And if so, will I still be their nanny? My mind refuses to calm down, so I give up on sleep and get up to start my day.

I pad into the kitchen and start the coffee pot. The aroma fills the room and I inhale the sweet scent of vanilla and hazelnut as the coffee brews. I hear shuffling behind me and turn to see Hana making her way into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

”You're up early, ” she yawns.

”Couldn't sleep. Too nervous about today.”

”You're nervous? Imagine how Liam feels,” she replies. After the scholarship dinner on Saturday, I told Hana everything about what happened between Liam and I. Surprisingly, she was very understanding of our situation and told me that she would support me if we choose to pursue a relationship. I'm not sure what prompted the change of heart. It’s probably the fact that the divorce is finally happening. Either that or she's a woman in love and she's spreading the feeling around. Yes, I used the word love. Hana confessed to me a few days ago that she might be in love with Meghan. My heart melted at her words. It’s what she deserves.

The coffee pot beeps and I retrieve our Steinhardt mugs from the cabinet and pour us each some coffee. Hana adds two scoops of sugar and a splash of cream. I pour French vanilla creamer into mine until it turns a lovely shade of beige. Hana eyes my cup and scrunches up her nose.

”I can't believe you drink your coffee like that. It totally dilutes the flavor.”

I shrug. ”I hate the taste of coffee, but I like the caffeine boost. Besides, not all of us can drink coffee as black as our souls.” She giggles and takes a sip from her cup. I lean against the counter and we discuss what’s on her agenda. She tells me that she’s taking her music class on a field trip to tour Carnegie Hall. She also has a date with Meghan tonight and will be staying at her place.

”What about you? Anything planned for you and Philip today?”

I finish off my coffee and put the mug in the sink. ”Not sure yet. I want to take him somewhere fun. Especially with the bomb his parents are going to drop on him tonight. He's only four and likely won't understand what is happening, so I want to give him a fun memory to hold on to.” The clock on the stove reads 5:30 a.m. and I bid Hana goodbye as I make my way toward the bathroom to get ready.

I step into the shower and jerk back as the cold spray hits me. I fiddle with the hot water knob until the water reaches the desired temperature. As I wash my hair, I think about my own experience with divorce. My parents split when I was just a few years older than Charlotte and I still remember the effect it had on me. Celebrating two of every holiday. Watching them try to one-up each other for my affection. The new secretaries my father brought around and my mother's tennis instructor. I recall bouncing back and forth between each parent and their failed attempt to turn me against the other. It's why I don't speak to either of them now. I wonder if Madeleine would try to get the kids to take her side. That's not nice, Riley. You don't know her well enough to make that kind of judgment.

I finish rinsing and turn off the water, wrapping my body in a fluffy towel. As I examine myself in the mirror, I can't help but think about what the day will bring.

*** I arrive at the penthouse shortly before 7 a.m. and find Liam sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. His eyes light up when he sees me. ”Hey.” He slides back his chair and stands, walking to where I am. He wraps both arms around my waist and plants a long, slow kiss on my lips. My legs nearly give out; if not for him holding my weight, I would tumble to the floor.

”Well, good morning Mr. Rhys,” I say seductively. He groans and slides his hands down my back to grip my ass.

“Have I mentioned how hot it is when you call me that?”

I blush and press a quick kiss to his lips before I slip out of his grip. “Are the kids up yet?”

“No. I was hoping for a few minutes alone before the chaos begins,” he says raising a suggestive eyebrow.

“We don’t have time for that, but I love the enthusiasm,” I reply, squeezing his bicep before heading upstairs towards the kids’ rooms. I open Charlotte's door to find her still asleep, clutching a Dopey Cat stuffed animal. I crouch down on the side of her bed and gently brush her blonde locks from her face. The action wakes her up, her green eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Mornin’ Riley,” she mumbles, sleepily. I rise to my feet and gently pull the covers off her.

“Morning kiddo. Let’s get you ready for school, okay?” She nods and crawls out of bed, making her way to her closet. I leave her to get dressed and head over to Philip’s room. I crack open the door to find Philip not in his bed. I head into the playroom, but there’s no sign of him there either. Okay, Riley. Don’t panic. He couldn’t have gone far. I check the bathroom and Madeleine’s room, coming up empty. Panic begins to set in and I head downstairs to see if he went in search of breakfast. I descend the stairs and stop at the landing, frantically looking around for any sign of Philip. Liam looks up from his paper and sees me standing there.

“Everything alright?” My eyes scan the kitchen, and Liam notices the panic on my face. “Riley? What’s going on?”

“N-nothing. Everything is fine,” I say a little too eagerly. Liam rises from his seat and moves toward me.

“You don’t sound fine. Is everything okay with the kids?”

My eyes dart to the floor and I fight back tears. “I can’t find Philip.”

Liam wraps an arm around my shoulder and presses a kiss to my temple. “Hey, it’s okay. He couldn’t have wandered off too far. Let’s go upstairs and check every room. We’ll find him.” We make our way back upstairs. I peek in Charlotte’s room to check on her, and find her half-dressed, holding one shoe and digging through her closet.

“You okay, kiddo?”

“I can’t find my other shoe,” she pouts, holding its partner up in frustration.

I chuckle and move into her room. “I’ll help you find it in a few minutes, okay? But I need to get your brother ready. Can you hang out for a few minutes while I do that?” She nods and I step out into the hall, following Liam. We re-search every inch of Philip’s room, the playroom, the bathroom, and Madeleine’s room. I try not to let my emotions get to me as we make our way to the other wing toward Liam’s room. We check his office, his bedroom, and his bathroom with no luck. I notice the curtain on the sliding glass door rustling. I pull it back and see Philip on the balcony. He’s sitting on the outdoor sofa, driving his truck over the armrest. My heart sinks. I slide the door open and Liam and I step out.

“Hey, buddy. Whatcha doing out here?” I ask.

He looks up at me and smiles when he sees his father standing behind me. “Daddy, look! The sun's coming up!”

Liam and I turn our heads toward the horizon to see the soft pink rays painting the city skyline. Liam slips his hand in mine and laces our fingers together. We stand on the balcony for a few minutes before rounding up Philip and heading inside to get him dressed.

The rest of the morning goes smoothly without further incident. We locate Charlotte’s missing shoe and get her dressed and ready for school. Liam leaves for work shortly after with a promise to call me as soon as he gets off. After I drop Charlotte off at school, I decide to spend the day doing something I think Philip would like. The first activity on our agenda is a “Mommy and Me” painting class.

We arrive at the studio and I roll my eyes. Mothers in starched skirts and blouses, expensive scarves and heels, and designer bags huddle in a group while their children run around. I look down at my Target cardigan, navy slacks, and black flats. I’d feel embarrassed, but since I’m the nanny, that gives me a pass to dress “down.” The instructor passes around paint-stained aprons to everyone, and I stifle a giggle as I watch the Park Avenue mothers make disgusted faces. The instructor then moves to the head of the class and walks everyone through their picture. I peek over to my right at Philip’s canvas and notice him in his own little world, painting a portrait of what looks like a family.

“Whatcha painting, buddy?”

He looks up from his canvas at me and points the end of the brush to the image. “This is me, and sister, and Mommy, and Daddy, and you!”

I’m flattered, yet taken aback at the same time. The fact that I have become a part of his life, he painted me in his family portrait brings a tear to my eye. I quickly wipe it away with my free hand. “That’s a great picture, buddy. We’ll be sure to hang it up in your room when we get home.”

He nods and continues painting his portrait. After the class, we make our daily stop for dairy-free ice cream. I text Hana a picture of us at the ice cream parlor — cones in hand — making silly faces. She replies with a series of laughing and heart emojis. Before we know it, it’s time to pick up Charlotte. We arrive at her school and wait in the pick-up line, recapping our day.

“Riley? Can we go to painting tomorrow too?”

“I’ll have to check with your Mommy and Daddy,” I reply. I’m sure after his parents tell him the news, he’s going to be heartbroken. I’ll have to think of an activity for the next few days to take his mind off of it.

I step out to greet Charlotte as she skips to the car, a grin spread across her face. I get her buckled in her booster seat and climb in after her. “Hey, kiddo! How was school today?”

“It was so awesome! We got to make a book about us!” She fishes around in her book bag and pulls out a hand-made book tied together with yarn. The cover says: “Charlotte: My Life Story” in pink and gold glitter. She flips through the pages and shows me pictures that she drew of her and her family in chronological order, from her birth up to now. The last page is a picture of her and Philip holding hands with an unidentified woman.

“Who is that?” I ask, pointing to the woman in the middle. She gives me an unimpressed look as if to say, “Really, dumbass?”

“Duh. That’s you, silly!”

At this point, I can’t hold back the waterworks. I break down sobbing in the middle of the car as Philip and Charlotte try to comfort me. “Riley, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” Philip asks, rubbing my arm. I reach into my purse and retrieve a Kleenex, dabbing my eyes.

“No, buddy. I’m not sick.”

“Are you sad?” Charlotte questions.

I sniffle and shake my head. “These are happy tears, you guys. I’m so happy that I get to be your nanny.” They both giggle and wrap their little arms around me. I return their hugs, wondering how I got so lucky to be working for such amazing kids.

*** I’m sitting in my living room — sprawled out on the couch in my sweats — watching Real Housewives of Ducitora when the doorbell rings. I check the time on my phone, 7:48 p.m. Who the hells could it be at this hour? Probably that new creepy guy that moved in across the hall. I contemplate getting off the couch, but to be honest, I’m pretty comfortable where I’m at, so I settle back in and continue watching my show. The doorbell rings again, and I groan. “Ugh, what do you want? Go away!”

“Riley? Open up, it’s me.” That voice. I know it anywhere. I leap off the couch, tripping over the blanket tangled around my legs and hit the floor with a thud.

“What the hells? Are you okay?” he replies from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just being a clumsy bitch.”

He chuckles. I get up and rush to the door, swinging it open. He stands on the other side, leaning against the frame, looking like a snack in dark wash jeans and a grey henley that clings to every muscle. I step back and allow him to enter my apartment, thanking the gods Hana and I cleaned it this weekend.

“Nice place,” he says, looking around the apartment. He turns to me, his eyes filled with lust, and pushes me against the door as his lips crash down onto mine. I moan, opening my mouth, and allow his tongue to slip in. He tastes like expensive scotch and smells like heaven. Heat floods my body, and I grip his shirt in my fists, eager to remove the thin layers of clothing between us. All too quickly, he pulls back, leaving both of us breathing heavily.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that all day,” he says.

I blush and lick my lips. “Well, since you’re here, obviously nothing is stopping you.”

He smiles and takes my hand, guiding me to the couch. “You’re right. That’s why I came over here. I thought about calling you, but it felt more personal telling you face-to-face.” We settle on the couch and he takes my hand in his. “It’s done, Riley. I’m a free man.” He exhales. “I never thought I’d be happy to say those words, but here we are.” He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses each finger.

“Tell me about it. How did it go?”

“Pretty smooth, actually. I’m keeping the penthouse since it’s in my family’s name. I gave her the house in the Hamptons. Our lawyers drew up papers for joint custody, so we’ll trade off every Sunday evening.”

“How did the kids take it?”

He sighs and rubs his free hand down his face. “Not well. Charlotte cried when we told her. I don’t think Philip quite understands what’s happening. He keeps asking why Mommy doesn’t want to live with us anymore. The kids are at my parent’s house right now while she moves out her stuff. We didn’t want to prolong it, so we thought it was best to move her out ASAP. She bought a high-rise in Chelsea for her and her boyfriend that’s closer to her office.”

I study his face. He doesn’t look the least bit sad. He almost looks relieved. I place my other hand on his cheek and stroke his stubble with the pad of my thumb. He leans into my touch, kissing my wrist. “Thank you for being patient with me. I know the last few weeks haven’t been easy for you.”

I smile softly. “Something tells me you’re worth it.”

He growls and leans in, capturing my mouth in another heated kiss. I crawl onto his lap and straddle him, threading my fingers through his hair. I giggle as he slides his hands down my pants. “Wait, don’t you want to see the rest of the place?”

“The only room I want to see right now is your bedroom,” he says. He stands up, holding me against him, and moves toward the hallway. There are two doors on one side and one on the other. “Which one is yours?”

I point to the one closest to us and he kicks the slightly ajar door open with his foot. He surveys the room before plopping me on the bed and removing his shirt. It’s like looking at a perfectly sculpted statue. My eyes travel the length of his torso, and heat shoots to my core. He crouches down onto the bed, hovering over me with want in his eyes. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look tonight?” he says.

I look down at my Stenhardt t-shirt and my joggers, then back up at him, cocking an eyebrow. He lowers his head down to my breasts, sucking on my flesh beneath the fabric. My body arches up into him and my legs spread apart, making room for him to settle between my thighs. Lowering my hands to his belt, I unfasten it at record speed and slip my hands underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.

He gasps, grabbing my nipple between his teeth and giving it a light tug. I wrap my hand around his erection and stroke the head with my thumb, spreading the pre-cum around the tip. He releases my nipple and lifts my shirt up, pulling it over my head. He hovers for a few moments, taking in the sight of my naked torso, before moving down to my pants and sliding them down my hips.

I lay underneath him in just my Victoria's Secret pizza print cheekies. He looks down at my underwear and laughs. “Sexy.”

“Shut up. If I had known you were coming over, I would have put on the thong and babydoll.”

His pupils dilate as he stares down at me. If we hold off any longer, we’re both going to burst. I push down his jeans and boxer briefs and his cock springs free. Ohmygods I’ve never wanted to suck a dick so bad in my entire life. Never, I swear. He notices the look of absolute hunger on my face and smirks. “You want this dick?”

“You know I do,” I reply, breathlessly.

He slides my panties down and fists his erection, rubbing the head of it across my clit. “Later. If I don’t get inside you right now, I’m going to fucking explode.”

“Condom?”

He nods and reaches down to retrieve his jeans from the floor, pulling one from his pocket. He grabs the condom, ripping it open with his teeth before sliding it over his shaft. He looks into my eyes as if to ask for consent, before slamming into me in one hard thrust. My legs wrap around his waist as he fucks me, slow at first, then faster. It’s been a while since I slept with someone, and I’m pretty sure he’s bigger than the last guy, but I don’t care.

I grip his ass, urging him to fuck me harder. A tingling sensation radiates throughout my body, ready to explode at any moment. He reaches between us, pressing his thumb to my clit and my orgasm rushes through me, causing my entire body to shake. Liam follows behind shortly after, his own orgasm rocking him as he stares into my eyes. He collapses on the bed next to me, taking my hand in his, and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“Hey,” he says through heavy breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

I lay there for a few beats before speaking. “I know I want to do that again very soon.”

He leans in and nuzzles my neck. “Mmm… me too. But seriously. Now that I’m single, I want to talk to you about us.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip. His touch is so tender.

“Well, we’re obviously attracted to each other, so sex is part of the deal. I also think we have a connection and I’m willing to see where this goes. Plus, I adore your kids, and even though I can’t be their nanny forever, I want to stay in their lives.”

He nods and peppers my face and neck with kisses. “I want that too, Riley. I want to spend the day with you and the kids. I want to take you out on dates, and not have to worry about what people think. And most of all, I want you to stay the night after I fuck you senseless in my bed.”

I roll on top of him and press a long, slow kiss to his lips. I want all those things too. And possibly more.

#something domestic #trr au #nanny au #trr fanfic #riley brooks #liam rhys #n*fw #playchoices fanfic #nazariolahela fanfic

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tgai-spock · 4 years

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Lines of ice from rolling waves and subtle villains

The chaotic boy who won’t shut up

tw: mentions of a ‘r*pe alarm’ but its actually a slightly different personal alarm. Nothing to do with r*pe this is pg. I just use the word so I’m giving you a heads up.

Chapter 5

Have you ever walked into a fancy house you had to pay to visit? There’s always those weird spiky plants on chairs, and urgent messages saying ‘do not sit’, as if you don’t have the common sense to knock the plant on the floor before sitting down. The common room reminded Spock of that. Red walls, seats everywhere with carved wooden legs, and big puffed cushions. To the left of the room 3 sofas faced each other around a coffee table on a rug. They looked out of a window, which on this second floor gave a view across the field, up to the beginnings of the not too distant forest.

The right side of the room had another dark red rug, with a table on it low to the ground, cushions on the floor around it. Elsewhere around the room, snuggly hidden were several other tables, with cushioned chairs. Tyler walked to the wall nearest the door they had just entered and tapped the cabinet with the sink.

“This is the drinks station, you can drink all the water from the tap, use the kettle, and any of the teas” He opens a mini-fridge below the table where several different types of milk were stored “milks all good, but if you see sweets they belong to someone. Do not eat the sweets. And clear up after yourself, or I will beat your arse. I mean, report you, and you will be on cleaning duty for a week. That means you get to clean the toilet. If you refuse the punishment you get expelled.”

“Upstairs belongs to the elder years, don’t go up there, it’s mostly just dorms” he said pointing to a small twirly stairs next to the window. They walked through a door on the right side of the room. It was stacked with a bookcases, and several dozen bean bags.

“This is the bean bag zone. A lot of people come in here when they get cramps, apparently. It might have something to do with the real fire, or the way the bean bags eat you. First years are not allowed to touch the fire. You gotta get your fire license first. Might seem annoying but apparently a few years ago some kid set himself on fire, which personally, I don’t know how you’d even manage - a burn sure, your whole face on fire? Ridiculous. Don’t put anything near the fire. I’d say flammable, but y’all dumbass’s so don’t put anything near it. Especially illegal alcohol. Alcohols not allowed on site, it’s the one thing me and the other prefects have agreed not to tattle on, but if I catch you puking anywhere in the common rooms I’m going to throw you out a window.” Tyler said and they walked into the next room. Tyler, was a confusing guy, was he serious? He was threatening yet also, he smiled. Smile means happy, and friendly, Spock thought.

“This room is split in to 14 mini segments it’s a quiet zone. Whatever you do in their you gotta be quiet. Some folks just need a moment alone introverts and all, or want to do their homework in peace. Do not masturbate in the segments. I need one room I know I can lay down in, without getting gunk on me. My own beds no good because thats where I masturbate. Jokes! Thats where I f*ck.”

“Is there… a room to do that then? The set wank room?” One boy asked, and he was pushed around by the blokes around him laughing.

“The fucking toilet, whats your name?” Tyler asked.

“Scotty.”

“It’s wanker now. Wi-fi reaches the toilet, don’t wank in the showers. Last year I took my money into my own hands and started DNA testing the shower, will I ever recover? No. But now I can shower in peace, and if someone has a complaint I have money and DNA tests I will freely give. Anyway, enough about wankers. I’ve made out with someone in each segment.” He points back out the door, the way they came from “down that hallway is all of your dorms. Have fun finding yours.”

There were six, huge bedrooms, each room had a bit of paper stuck to it. Spock searched each room for his name but couldn’t find it, he and Pavel carried their bags with a bunch of other kids to the end of the hallway. Where Spock at last found his room. The room was blue. The floor wooden, and the single bed frames silver. Spock walked to the end of the room, seeing the bed he wanted immediately at the end, close to the large window. Pavel followed and put their bag on the bed opposite him. Pavel frowned as they put their bag on their bed.

“Is this okay?” Pavel asked him and glanced towards the others, what from appearances alone looked like 4 boys, and 3 other girls “or like are we dividing the room between girls and boys and.. non-binary… are any of you non-binary?”

“I’m agendered” said a person who appeared asian short black hair, and big circular glasses “although I just use he/him pronouns.”

“Cool, I’m Pavel, what’s your name?”

“Hikaru. I heard someone call you Moriarty what’s that about?” Pavel put his head back and sighed.

“A mistake. I’m sorry I forgot my name. My name is Pavel, please I just panicked.”

“I wondered how the dorms were going to be split” Nyota, with hair cropped in a wavy bob, and hooped silver earrings said as she placed her bag on the bed next to Spock’s “not to sound sexist but I’m a little worried that someone who doesn’t have tits might stare at mine in my sleep, I mean, a lot of the teenage boys I’ve been around are just the worst. Not to accuse any of you anything but I doubt everyone in this school’s an angel, it’s mathematically impossible.”

“I get what you mean” Pavel nodded.

“Well” Sulu said “what if someone stares at my dick while I’m sleeping?”

“Thats not the same, I mean, its always under covers, it’s not like your duvets going to outline your dick.” Nyota said, Sulu raised his eyebrows and his eyes darted to Spock, and the boy on the bed next to him. The boy next to him was Charlie, a large sized boy with brown hair and a look of confusion. On the other side of Charlie was a girl with blonde hair called Janice with a buzzcut and lightening shapes in her hair. She seemed amused by the conversation, but didn’t look like she agreed. On the bed beside Nyota close to the dorm door, was Christine, the girl who had called Tyler a slut. She was opposite Charlie. It was during the moment of awkward looking about that Tyler bursted into their dorm room.

“Oh don’t tell me you fucked someone in this bed too” Christine immediately yelled.

“I did not fuck anyone in that bed. But I think pissy Jax slept there last year so good luck with that.” Tyler said hands firmly on his hips.

“Oh you must be joking? Someone swap with me, Janice?”

“Why? You sleep in Jax’s piss, piss girl.” Janice said.

“I’m sure it got washed” Tyler said rolling his eyes, then he shook his head in Nyota’s direction.

“Have you all found your privacy barriers?” Tyler asked.

“The what?” Nyota asked.

“I’m about to save your life.” Tyler said walking over to her “just slide your hand down over that black thing behind you.”

Nyota turned behind her. There was a 1cm wide, 20cm long black stick, outlined by silver metal on the wall. 30cm to the right of it was a small square black box. Nyota waved her hand over it, and down from the ceiling fell a black curtain. There was one of these sticks behind all of their beds. The ends of the curtain stuck to a silver metal line that went around the whole of the outside of the bed leaving enough room for her legs.

“Neat” Nyota said from inside her curtain.

“Pretty cool right? Watch this” Tyler said and pushed the black curtain, almost immediately a quiet, but loud enough to be easily heard beeping began, almost like the ringing of a phone.

“Thats the rape alarm. The goto rule is, if the curtains are down, you’re not allowed to clown, also you gotta yell at them to get up. Except me of course I’ve got this” Tyler said and pulled out a card and waved it next to the silver box. The curtain began to raise by itself and the alarm cut off.

“My brother goes here” Janice said “he said it was to stop kids dragging the mattresses on to the roof whilst they were asleep.”

“You say, de-pranker, I say rape alarm, tomato tomatoe.” Tyler shrugged with a grin.

“Why is there an alarm?” Nyota asked.

“It’s mostly incase someone gets stuck in their curtain, or they’re having a medical emergency. Surprisingly getting tangled and sucked up into the curtain happens more often than you’d think. Honestly theres nothing wrong with having some hand pulled curtains but then the rooms don’t look minimalistic y’know? If you think theres an issue with someone, like you can hear them breathing real funny and they won’t respond you just run upstairs and find a prefect. However I’ve adjusted that rule, you put up someone else's curtains, you set of the rape alarm, then you get me. Then I’ll help your friend while a teacher is already on the way.”

“How long do the teachers take to respond?” Spock asked.

“They - nice hat kid” Tyler said with a slowing grin, and then a blink “been meaning to say that the whole tour. Shit what was I saying? If your personal alarm stays on for more than 30 seconds, it starts getting louder, after two minutes you’ll have a teacher come in. Last year, the third years drew up this really elaborate murder prank and set it off at 3 in the morning, turns out those pranks aren’t as funny as you’d think because apparently the teachers will straight up bring a stun-gun into your room, and I’m pretty sure that shits illegal.”

“You set of an alarm and think its bad the teacher would come to your rescue with a stun-gun?” Nyota asked

“Well… whatever. You folks all good now? Can I go catch up with my friends. Oh, and just so you know. There’s no bell you just have to manage yourself. You’ve probably all got your timetables already, the next thing you go to is lunch, which is in an hour or so, and then you will have to head to your last two lessons. For lunch, just go back to where you came from.” Tyler said and then left. Spock took a deep breath in, this was a lot of good news, but the personal alarms seemed a bit much, still given his history with classmates, at least he’d be able to sleep peacefully, he had already been planning to go find somewhere else to sleep like on the roof for a week or so before he made the brake from school. The bed was now a better option.

“I’ve got no idea how we got here” Pavel sighed “let alone finding the lunch room.”

“Me neither” Charlie said “but at least I know every room Tyler’s fucked in.”

Note:

Listen most people have direct hair cuts when their a kid. The reason for Janice Rands long elaborate hair is because she used to shave it off all the time because punk, but later she learns to be a gentle punk and love pink without fear. Nyota hair is similar. Chapels is similar. Was thinking about giving sulu long hair but he can stick with short.... leaves a lot of wiggle room incase I think of something cool to do with it.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]

#spock #nyota uhura #christine chapel #janice rand #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #linesoficefromrollingwavesandsubtlevillains5 #loifrwasv

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itisannak · 5 years

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‘Do I wanna know’ by Arctic Monkeys (Michael Clifford Smut)

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Summary: After Michael gets back from tour, (Y/N) decides it is time to clear things between the two and settle on what this relationship they are having is. (Smut / Unprotected Sex) (Words: 2.6k)

'Wanna come over?' I read the text over and over again. I sigh frustrated, scratching my head as I contemplate what to do. He has me hooked, pulling at my strings, however, and whenever he wishes. I swore to myself the last time I left his house that I would never crawl back to him, yet, here I am, moving my thumbs to reply to him the words I know he wants to hear from me. 'I'll be there in 30'.' I barely have enough time to prepare myself, take a shower, and slip into some nice lingerie. I pick one of the pairs he brought me from his latest trip, as a gift, which turns out was more for his pleasure than mine. "I am going out, don't know when I am going to be back, so don't wait up." I say to my roommate as I rush to pick up my stuff. "Are you going to blondie's house again? What is it, the 10th time this month?" She asks, cocking an eyebrow at me as she curls on her spot on the couch. "Jealous much?" I ask, shoving my phone in my pocket. "Why would I be jealous? He is using you and you follow behind him like a damn puppy. But this is none of my business, so I will just wish you to have fun and be safe." She replies, picking up her phone and scrolling through it.

I drive to his place as quickly as I can, trying to forget what my roommate told me as I was leaving. She cannot be right, she just can't. It's not like that, not with him, not with us. I have stayed up whole nights thinking about it, sure. But I always told myself that this is not the case, this is not happening to us. I park my car and take a deep breath, trying to calm my jitters before I exit the car and make my way to the entrance for his apartment block. I press the button next to the number of his apartment, doing a little dance to shake off my nerves as I wait to be buzzed in. Which I am, awfully soon after, so I am found in the elevator, traveling all the way to the penthouse while looking myself in the mirror and try to think of all the mind-blowing sex I am going to have in a few moments, but all the negativity that has been consuming my body for the past few minutes aside. "Hey, pretty girl... Come in." He waits for me by the door, smirking down at me as I exit the elevator. "Hey." I reply, almost coldly as I shove myself in the apartment. "Want a drink?" He asks me, following behind me and shutting the door. "No, thanks. Actually, scratch that. Can I have a double whiskey?" I truly need that drink, I truly need to numb my fucking brain right now and enjoy this. "Sure..." He looks at me in the most strange manner he has this far. I brush it off, letting my purse on the couch before taking off my jacket. "How was your day today?" He asks me as he pours my drink. His voice sounds uninterested, he is asking me just to ask, not because he truly cares. All I can hear in my head is my roommate's voice, digging in my head and asking me about this predicament of ours. "I don't think I want to talk about it, sorry. How was yours?" I ask, sitting on the couch and waiting for him to come over. "It was good. We finished a new song, played around with sound a bit. It was good. And now you are here, is bound to get better." He replies, handing me my drink with a drink. "Yeah, I hope so." I reply, taking a big gulp of my drink. "Are you ok? You seem a little bit off..." He comments, bringing the glass to his lips. "I am just a little bit pressed. That's all." I reply, downing the rest of my drink. "I can help ease that." He replies. "Maybe after another drink..." I say, holding my glass in front of him. "Are you sure you can handle that? If I remember correctly from the last party, you can hardly hold your liquor." He replies, hesitant to pick the glass. "I will be fine. I am a big girl, remember?" I ask, shaking the glass in front of him frantically. "That you are." He chuckles, taking the glass and standing up from the couch.

I watch him and he walks back into the kitchen, standing up to take off my top, leaving me in just the lacy body and my jeans. I sit back on the couch, waiting for him to come back with my drink, and take in his reaction when he sees me half-naked. "Here you go... Oh, see you got comfortable..." He comments as he hands me my drink. I watch him as his eyes scan me, cocking an eyebrow as they rest on my chest. "I figured I would have it taken off in the next 5 minutes, so I said screw this, do it now." I reply, bringing the glass to my lips. "Yeah, but the whole joy is taking it off of your body, and now you have taken that away from me..." He says, his tongue peeking from his lips as he runs it along with them. "In that case..." I say as I bring the glass to my lips and take a big gulp. "I can make it up to you." I reply, letting my glass down and moving to straddle his lap. His hands go underneath my ribcage, feeling my body up and down. I grab his jaw, holding his head up as I lean down to kiss him, trying to pry his mouth open with my tongue so I can be the one having dominance over him.

I move my hands down to his neck, resting my palms on his collarbones as I buck on him, feeling him harden in his jeans. "Holy fuck, you came in a mood." He murmurs, running a finger under the strap of my lingerie. "Less talking, more kissing, a lot more fucking, and soon..." I order and he smirks. "Hey, kitten. You don't get to pull the strings in here. This is my house, so we play by my rules." He says through gritted teeth, flipping us so I am pinned on the couch and he is on top of me. He leans down to pull me in for a kiss, biting on my bottom lip and pulling on it as hard he can, while his fingers reach down to unbutton my jeans. I buck my hips up, helping him take it off for me. "I didn't even think it would look half as good on you as it does when I bought it." He whispers, crawling up to plant kisses on my chest. "Will you fucking take it off of me and fuck me like you fucking hate me?" I ask him, lowering the straps of my lingerie and trying to roll it down my body. "Next time you decide to undress, do it with music while swaying your hips or moving your body to the rhythm. Not like that." Michael groans, yanking the body all the way down, leaving me naked. I nod my head as he pushes my legs open, undoing his pants while my hands pull off the t-shirt covering his body. "Bold of you to assume that I am going to undress myself for you again." I reply, wrapping one leg around his waist and pulling him closer. "You look like you will, though." He states, bringing his hand to stroke my cheek as he thrusts in me. I feel myself tensing up as I feel him inside me, his length stretching my walls. My nails dig into his bicep, eyes shutting as I take all of him.

"Holy fuck, you feel so good..." He groans, digging his head into the curve of my neck. His lips find their way to my skin, kissing and sucking on it, while his hips try to set a rhythm to thrust. I feel him thrust so deep inside me that my stomach clenches, making my breath a little faster. "I missed being inside your tight little hole." He groans, biting on my earlobe. I yelp, opening my eyes and staring at the ceiling, watching it move as my brain becomes fuzzy, unable to focus on anything. His hands follow the trail down my body, groping on my boobs almost violently. With one hand, he pinches my nipple, pulling at it as he watches me writhe and jolt. The pinch sends waves of electricity through my body, heightening my senses as he thrusts inside me slowly, making me feel every inch of him, but right where I need him. "Look at those tits. Look how they bounce as I fuck you..." He groans, squeezing my breast before he brings his lips to my nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud before he takes it in his mouth. My back arches of the couch, my body becoming unable to process all of the stimulation right now.

He continues thrusting, while his lips latch on my breast and he looks in my eyes. "See how good I fuck this pussy. Your pretty pink pussy." He growls, pinning my body on the firm couch even harder than before. He drives his cock inside me with force, causing my body to slide back with every thrust. "Mikey..." I moan, reaching between our bodies to rub on my clit. It feels tingly, almost itchy, begging for me to rub it and make it feel good, add to the sensation brewing inside me. Michael just groans, focused on fucking me to the point he fills me up. I look up at him as I touch myself, taking in how good he looks with his face tensed and red, bottom lip tugged between his teeth and breathing irregular. And then I feel him change the angle, his throbbing cock pressing on the spot I need him to. "Faster. Faster..." I gasp, feeling my body become hungrier for pleasure, eager for release. For a moment, my mind seems to let go of all the doubt, all the second thoughts that have been eating my brain for far too long. "Goddamn it..." He hisses, sinking his hips on mine. The force of the thrust takes my breath away, making me stop moving my hand and shut my eyes, in order to allow myself to indulge all the pleasure he is giving me. "I wanna fucking cum." He hisses, thrusting sloppily. "Just a little more. I am so close." I plead, bucking my hips on him, trying to get as much as I can of him. "Then fucking stop clenching around me." He orders, gripping my jaw. "Can't help it, baby. It feels so good." I gasp for air, smiling at Michael who smirks down at me, a little too cockily. "Yeah princess, I make you feel so good, you can't control yourself." He groans, voice dripping with confidence. No, scratch that. He is dripping with cockiness, stupid fucking Michael Clifford-esque cockiness. "Just fucking get me there, get me cumming, and shut up." I cry out, moving my hips to fuck myself on him.

With a few more thrusts and strokes on my clit, I come undone underneath him, arching off the couch and throwing my head back. "Fucking cum..." I say through gritted teeth, trying to manage my heavy breathing as my orgasm makes my chest tighten up. "Don't fucking boss me around..." He growls, ramming into me, sloppily and slowly, building up his own orgasm. "The fun is in bossing you around, thought you knew that." I gasp, resting back on the couch cushion. "Fuck you, (Y/N)..." He screams, pulling out seconds before he cums, coating my stomach with warmth. "You just did." I say, giggling as he looks at me and sighs. "I'll bring a towel..." He replies, getting off the couch and walking towards the bathroom.

The moment he walks away, that's when all the thoughts come back, almost whispering in my ear, stinging me to finally open my mouth and actually ask him. "You good? You look a bit... lost... Again..." Michael takes me out of my thoughts. "Hand me the towel." I say, reaching out for it. He looks at me with knitted eyebrows, confused by my neutrality. "I can clean you up." He offers, kneeling down to clean me up. I snatch the towel from him, wiping his cum off my stomach. "Tell me what are we doing in here." I order, getting up to slip into my clothes. "What do you mean?" He asks me, moving out of my way. "I mean... What the fuck are we doing here? What are we?" I ask, slipping my lingerie on. "We are 2 friends..." I stop him before he could even continue. "See, that's where you are wrong. Friends don't know the way you taste. Friends haven't felt how good it feels when you are inside them. Friends don't that shit to each other." I snap at him, dressing as fast as I can as I start feeling exposed and vulnerable to him. "But..." He doesn't manage to continue. "Shut up. I know what you are going to say. I know you'll tell me that the agreement we had said we can't catch feelings. But I did, I fucking did. And it wasn't hard at all. I didn't have an inner fight, because you are kind to me, you are nice and funny and you praise me and you make me feel so good. So falling for you was not hard." I say, buttoning up my jeans. "I had no idea you were in that deep." Michael mumbles. "I have been literally dreaming of you for weeks now, all the time you were gone, I have been dreaming about you, holding me, kissing me, letting me sleep on your chest." I cry out, turning to look at him for the first time since I started talking. "Freaking songs remind me of you. I have all the cheesy symptoms and I fucking hate it, but I do. And I wonder if I want to know how you feel about me. Do I wanna know if you fucking have the balls to tell me how you really feel for me? Because that's the only way I will fucking stop crawling here with a single flick of your fingers. That's the only way I will stop hating myself for letting you control me like that." I spit out, looking him straight in the eyes. Michael stares at me for a second before he flicks his eyes down to his feet. "Do I wanna know the truth, Michael?" I ask him, closing my eyes and waiting for a response. "You know what? I have to go. I have to go before I ridicule myself more." I slip into my shoes. "I was hoping you would spend the night here tonight. I don't want to be alone tonight." He murmurs, making me turn to look at him. "Tell me what I have asked you to and I will." I reply, shooting him a tired look. He stays there, looking at me inanimate and speechless. "Ok then. Have a good night." I say, opening the door and walking out, finally letting go of that breath I have been holding since he texted.

I know that this is not what I wanted. But it is still better than how things were before.

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Longing

Jake Kiszka x reader

it’s kinda long, and maybe sucks. I haven’t posted in a while. I had it sitting in my drafts and wanted to finish it! So here you are.

I stuck my hand out the window as I drove down the road on my way back to Frankenmuth. I was going to visit my aunt for the summer, I use to do this every summer but I stopped after high school graduation. It was my last summer before my final year of college, I needed to clear my mind and get away. She invited me down she needed some help with her record shop, figured some extra cash wouldn’t hurt. One of the reasons I stayed away for so long was after misreading all the signs thinking Jake Kiszka liked me and confessing said feelings and him doing nothing I stood there embarrassed until running home. The next day I left with no explanation and haven’t been back in 2 years, I was nervous, to say the least. I kept in contact with everyone but talked to Jake the least. It was impossible not to see him because he lived across the street from my aunt, I missed his brothers, sister, and Danny a lot, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss him the most. Passing the Welcome to Frankenmuth sign I couldn't help but smile it brought back so many good memories. I parked in front of the record shop and hopped out. As I walked in I could smell the familiar scent of the vinyl and instantly smiled. The bell caused the girl at the counter to speak while looking up “Welcome in is ther- No fucking way Y/n is that you” Ronnie ran around the counter and engulfed me in a hug “Sue didn’t tell me you worked here Ron, I missed you”

“I missed you too, it’s been too long. The boys are gonna freak when they come back”

“Back? Where are they?”

“Touring the US they get in tomorrow”

“What, no way. I had no clue it was taking off, that’s awesome. Where is Sue?”

“She's home, I work in the evening she works morning. So what have you been up to?”

“summer before my last year of college, so I figured I would blow off some steam before then”

“Still digital arts”

“Yep the whole nine yards, what about you?”

“I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, ya know”

“Oh how could I forget the free spirit of Ronnie Kiszka”

“I’m texting the group chat that I have a surprise for them, they are gonna freak” I hung out with Ronnie for a couple hours and decided to head to my aunts. When I parked the car I saw Sue, Kelly, and Karen on the porch. While getting out of the car Sue ran to hug me she was so happy, I grabbed my bags and made my way to the porch where Kelly & Karen greeted with big hugs

“Long time no see little one, How have you been?” Karen asked with a warm smile “So good and how are you guys”

“We have been so good, we are so proud of you, by the way, Sue told us your top of your class, and you won a prize for one of your projects. That's so awesome, it seems you and my sons are gonna take over the world, and our free-spirited Ronnie is going to fly by the seat of her pants” Kelly said laughing

“Ahhh Ronnie part of me wishes I was more like her” I smiled brightly “Don’t we all, we plan on having a little get together tomorrow when the boys get in, they will be so stoked to see you” Karen said “Yeah they would come over every summer to see if you were here for the last 2 years, they miss you” Sue spoke

“I miss them too, Sue I love the garden it’s so pretty”

Sue-“Thanks, Jake helped build it last summer, that boy is a blessing”

“That was nice of him”

Sue- “He is always asking about you, I think you may have an admirer”

“No, I don’t think so” I said rolling my eyes trying to cover the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach

Karen- “I always thought he liked you too, Oh how cute would that be. He did break up with that girl before the tour, we weren’t fond of her”

“Well as fun as this has been I’m gonna shower and Ronnie and I are gonna have a sleepover and get Chinese food”

“Okay sweetie” Sue gave me another hug

I face planted on the bed fighting the sleep that wanted to take over my body, finally, I got up after 20 minutes and jumped in the shower. When I arrived at the Kiszka home Ron already had the food and was sitting on the couch with Netflix open. we ate and talked, losing track of time next thing I knew it was 2 am Ronnie yawned and spoke

“What are you doing in the morning”

“No plans, Why?”

“You want to pick up the boys with me, they land at 11am”

“Hell yeah I can’t wait to see them”

“Who do you think is going to have the best reaction”

“I have no clue, Sam talks to me the most” she busted out in laughter “I bet you anything Jake will cry”

“Probably not, Ron we barely speak”

“That’s because he is a nervous shit around girls he thinks are pretty, and last time you spoke in person he froze and fucked up”

“He told you” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks

“Of course, he said he didn’t know what to say, he thought it was a dream”

“Yeah, Yeah Ronnie” she rolled her eyes “I’m being dead serious, he mopes around every summer, but we should go to sleep we will head out at like 9:30 so we can get coffee, you can take Jake’s room it’s got fresh bedding. You can probably sleep in one of his shirts”

“Yeah, Okay” I made my way into Jake’s room, it immediately smells him. It warms my heart I missed him a ton. We were the closest before I ruined it. I grabbed a t-shirt out of his closet and threw it over my body, it smelled like him, and in a weird way, it felt like him. Laying in his bed I could tell the bedding wasn’t fresh it suffocated me with the sent of him. I let a few tears fall worried about tomorrow, eventually, dozing off.

~Time skip to the car ride to airport~

I was still wearing jakes shirt because we were running late so I just threw my leggings back on and ran out the door. Ronnie wanted coffee so we're going to be like 15 minutes late to get the boys. Reaching for the music volume I turned it up. We dance and sang the whole way to the airport. When we were 5 minutes away I turned the music down and faced Ronnie

“For some reason, I’m super nervous”

“Don’t be y/n the boys love you and miss you”

“Yeah but it’s been so long”

“you’ll be fine” we were interrupted by a phone call.

“That was Sam he wants us to park and meet them in front of the airport, the bags are taking a long time”

“Okay, but why can’t we wait in the car”

“Sammy is a dork he probably wants some kind of epic reunion with me, little does he know it’s going to be the craziest reunion ever when they lay their eyes on you” I smiled at Ronnie as we made our way in the airport. We stood there for about 15 or so minutes looking for the boys when I made eye contact with a very tall Kiszka. His jaw hit the floor, I saw Danny follow his line of sight and his face light up with the biggest smile. Jake and Josh were to busy talking to notice me. As soon as the boys stepped off the escalator Sammy ran with open arms picking me up I heard Ronnie giggle sam whisper/yelled in my ear “Holy shit, this can’t be real. I missed you so much, so much y/n” He sat me down and made his way to Ronnie next Danny engulfing me in a hug “It’s so good to see you, I’m glad you came back” he let go. I finally looked at the twins who were now right in front of me. Josh was first he smiled brightly and came in for a hug when he pulled me in I took a look over his shoulder at Jake. He was in pure shock I couldn’t make out what he was feeling. My thoughts were interrupted by Josh whispering “I’m so glad you here love, we missed you dearly. Some way more than others. He missed you a lot ya’know” I smiled at what Josh he let me go and walked towards Ronnie leaving me in front of Jake. I looked up at him and smiled he walked up and gave me a quick hug and shuffled his way towards Ronnie he said nothing. I was gutted, my heart shattered, What the hell was that I knew it would be a little awkward but that was just embarrassing. “Hey all I’m gonna run to the ladies room really quick” I caught the eyes of Josh, Danny, Sammy and Ronnie and they looked at me with such pitty, I didn’t dare make eye contact with Jake. I walked fast to the ladies room trying not to overthink what just happened. A little part of me hoped he would hold me and not let go. I got in the stall and let a few tears fall down staining my cheeks. I was pulling myself together when there was a light knock on my stall

“You okay?” I could hear the concern in Ronnie’s voice

“Yeah, How do I look” you said opening the stall, Ronnie frowned

“Like you’ve been crying, Here let me help” Ronnie lead me to the sink she takes concealer out of her purse and rubs it on my cheeks to cover the redness. “I think it looks less like you’ve been crying” she softly smiled

“Yeah okay, are we getting breakfast I’m starving”

“You bet your fine ass” We walk out towards the guys

“Hey loser, we are getting breakfast, you guys hungry?” there was a serious of nods and yeahs. “Good because you had no choice, I drove to pick you guys up and we’re starving”

“You may have driven here, but you aren’t driving back, Ron” Josh spoke, I giggled because Ronnie does drive like a manic

“Well, in that case, I get shotgun next to my favorite brother” Ronnie said while laughing. We got to the Van and the boys stuck their stuff in the back and jumped in. The only spot left was next to Jake in the back I felt my heart sink climbing back as Josh hit the gas forcefully sending me into Jake.

“FUCK JOSH” I yelled as I pushed myself off of Jake and sat in the seat

“Sorry love I thought everyone was seated” he said with a giggle

“I’m so sure, asshole”

“Come on y/n you’ve been trying to get in Jake’s lap for ages” Sam piped in

“Watch it Sam” Jake snapped, Ronnie chimed in “Yeah Sam shut up” I rested my head against the window watching the passing road signs. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes I wanted to be at breakfast so bad. Next thing I knew my body was being jerked forward as Josh came to a stop “Josh I’m beginning to think you can’t drive either, Can anybody in this Van drive?” I spoke I felt a soft chuckle come from beside me I looked at Jake and he was smiling to himself.

“Y/n are we gonna eat or complain?” Sam spoke

“What is with you Sam you’re super feisty” I questioned

“I’m jetlagged and hungry”

“Well we better get you some food, I can’t deal with a bitchy Sam all day” I rolled my eyes getting out of the van. We were sat at a circle booth we filed in and somehow Jake sat right next to me. The booth was kinda snug so Jake’s knee rubbed against mine through the whole meal every time it connected I got chills. After the meal, we piled back in the van I began to drift off as we made our way back to Frankenmuth. Jake nudged me right before sleep took over I looked at him “You can use me as a pillow if you want, you don’t look very comfortable” he whispered “Yeah, okay”

“Hey y/n, I missed you”

“I missed you too” I felt my heart skip a beat, Laying my head on his lap.

“No, I really missed you” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair “Oh and love, I really like your shirt” I felt my face heat up “Oh wipe the smug look off your face, Jacob”

“No can do”

“Whatever, I’m shutting my eyes, so I won’t see your dumb look”

“Well, at least your in my lap”

“Awh fuck off, sam is full of shit”

“I’m so sure”

“I'm taking a nap now” I shut my eyes but I can’t help but smile, Jake is still running his fingers through your hair. I missed this feeling more than anything. We got back around 3pm I went home to shower and got ready for the cookout at the Kiszka's. It was around 5 when Sue and I made our way over, we walked towards the back yard when Sue was greeted by a hug from Jake. He let go of her and made his way to you, Sue continued to the back yard leaving us alone. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in. “Sorry for the shit hug I gave you at the airport earlier, I was in shock and I freaked out a little” he whispered while rubbing small circles in my back “It’s okay Jake I understand”

“It’s not okay, I really missed you and I panicked”

“It’s okay I’m sure it’s not the last time one of us will fuck up. oh and Jake I missed you the most” he chuckled against my neck “That's impossible, also y/n I’m sorry for two years ago to I also panicked then”

“Jake we don’t have to talk about that”

“No we do” he spoke as he broke the hug and looked in my eyes “I don’t know if the feelings still stand but not a day went by that I didn’t want you. Doll, I’m completely in love with you.” I’m shocked as the words left his mouth, I don’t know what to say I’m speechless. I feel his grip start to loosen as his eye move to the floor. I tighten my grip with one hand and bring the other to his face tracing my thumb down his jaw his eyes catch mine and he gives me a small smile. I wrap my hand around his neck pulling him towards me as our lips meet we smile against each other the kiss deepens. We were interrupted by the clearing of a throat we pulled apart and looked in the direction of the noise Sam and Josh were standing in front of us with the biggest grins on there faces

“Wow Jake, you wasted no time fixing your mistake” Sam giggled

“THIS IS THE GREATEST NEWS EVER” Josh yelled “I’VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY” I giggled at Josh and Sam hiding my face in Jake’s chest

“Oh and food is almost done lovebirds” Sam said in a sing-song voice

“We’ll be out in a minute” Jake spoke the boys went back outside. Jake looked in your eyes “I’ve been longing for you to kiss me ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you y/n” Jake says just above a whisper “Same Jacob” he took my hand in his and lead us to the back yard. Jake Kiszka was finally mine it looked like the wait was over.

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