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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Baby's First Dance

Synopsis: One where Harry and YN welcome their baby girl

CW: Mentions of child birth.

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When one if the most famous Hollywood celebrity goes MIA the media goes on after them for weeks and everything fizzles out eventually. But when it's two, creates a huge stir on media and internet.

YN and Harry had been very lowkey about their relationship since the very beginning. They met in Japan when he was vacationing there and YN was there to promote her new album. It did not took either of them to fall for each other.

It was very easy decision to move into her flat in London during quarantine, everything made sense.

Though it felt rushed to get married but it was to respect her culture, honestly none of them would change a thing about it. As soon as the lockdown was lifted, it was the first thing they did. Got married with just their families present at Harry's villa in Italy.

It was amazing feeling.

Especially for Harry. Not having to explain himself that people might hate her just because she is with him, not having to explain to her that they might have to be on watch for lurking cameras. She's all too aware of it all. Being in the industry her whole life, she knew exactly what came with it. She could careless about what people think of her.

Though it is not very subtle with Harry and YN liking and sharing each other's posts and going to each other's concerts. Everyone just thought they're good friends.

YN found out she was pregnant with by the end of her tour. It was the best decision she had made to pull out of touring again and taking a long break when she has been working since she was six. It was only fair for her.

Harry was ecstatic to hear YN give him that news and surprise him in New York when he was due to perform at MSG.

"Oh my god!" He exclaimed a coo as he was sat by the edge of his hotel bed, "baby!" He pulled her close by her hips.

"You're going to be Baba, Harry," she announced again.

"There is our baby in there," he mumbled resting his hand on her lower tummy, but opted to instead hug her thighs snuggle his head in her belly and trap her in between his legs. "I can't believe this!"

"Well, it is true." YN chuckled softly, "I want to keep this baby Harry."

"Of course we're keeping this baby then," he pulled back his head to look at her, "we're going straight back home after these last few shows, yeah?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded leaning down to button their mouths together, as she proceeded to straddle his lap and settle on his thighs. "We're having a baby!"

"We're having a baby!" He repeated, nudging his nose against her softly into a puppy's kiss before he pulled in a warm hug.

And god how Harry was excited to be a Girl Dad when they found out they're having a little baby girl at 20 week. He wouldn't mind having a biy either, but he wanted a girl to spoil and dress her up in all the Gucci he can get in her tiny size. Do her hair for her.

"Do you wanna know the sex of your baby?" Doctor asked as he checked for the measurements of baby.

"Yeah, we would like to know now." YN nodded.

They weren't doing a big and elaborated gender reveal but Gemma asked to get it written on a paper and she would plan a little something for them. She is an amazing aunty to the baby Styles already!

It was the same weekend when Gemma invited both their families for dinner at hers. They had an amazing night together, with loads of games and amazing food. Until Gemma pulled out a cake.

"Okay, we're not going with traditional pink and blue this time. It is going to Purple for girl and Green for boy. YN and Harry cut the cake now!" She handed a wooden knife to the couple.

YN's brother was taking a video for them on his phone. YN was rather nervous, her hands were shakey until Harry wrapped his much bigger hand around hers. He gave a assuring smile before they cut into the cake. YN gasped seeing Purple crumbs on the knife, she didn't know how harry was so calm. Cutting up a small slice he picked it up to reveal a pastel shade of purple cake.

"It's a girl!" Everyone announced.

It was then when everything became so much more real for both of them.

It was a busy day for Harry at studio. He was trying to get his new album finished as soon as he could just so he can spend time with his girls until everything is all produced. He was not going to touch work for at least six months. He was just getting few of his backing vocals test run when he recieved a call from his wife.

"Harry come home now," she spoke as soon as he answered, crying, "my water just broke."

"Hey baby," he cooed, "I'm coming home now okay? You're going to be fine. I want you sit down okay?"

"Uh-huh! Just hurry please I'm scared and I'm alone!" She cried.

"I am darling, I'll be there in five." He assured her and rushed home. Surely running a couple of red lights. He can afford to get a ticket than to have his wife and baby hurt in someway.

"Hey, hey it's okay!" He reached home the exact moment she was having an contraction. "Are you bleeding?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay, we'll go to the hospital now yeah? I'll get the hospital bag and a chage of pants for you." He ran upstairs and gathered everything in one trip. He helped her change her pants, it's been something he have been doing since she couldn't bend to pull up her pants. He also put on a pair of socks on her feet and her flippers.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She stopped him, "another contrac—" she huffed feeling another shooting pain in her belly.

"Breathe, baby breathe," he did the breathing excercise with her as he hugged her, rubbing her back gently.

"It's hurts so fucking bad," she groaned in pain.

"I know baby, you're so strong for doing this. Just 20 minutes yeah? We'll be in hospital then." He assured her.

"Uh-huh!" She nodded. She made him rush to the car before she gets another contraction halting her movement and delaying their visit to hospital.

She rather calmer than Harry expected her to be. She was freaking out not even two weeks ago getting Braxton Hicks and rushing to hospital on a false alarm. But this was clearly not false.

"Oh my god this is so weird," she chuckled.

"Why so?" Harry wondered.

"We're going to the hospital and we'll return home with a baby, it's like we're going to baby shopping." She laughed but winced when another contraction hit. "It is like baby shopping, with all the bills."

"I can't believe you can joke whilst being in so much pain." Harry laughed.

Once in the hospital, YN was hooked to iv and monitors. She was just 7 centimetres dilated whivh was not enough so they had to stay longer. It was already eight at night, none of them have eaten anything and her progress was slower than expected.

"Did you call Anne and Gemma?" YN asked.

"Just called your parents first, going to call them both now." Harry informed her before called his mum and sister.

It was nearly early morning when doctor came in to check in on her, they were up all night waiting for their baby girl to finally decide to come home. Harry and YN were nothing but giggles and smiles.

"I've never seen first time parents as calm as you in my 30 years into this field." Doctor said, "it is nice."

"I am not, I literally saw my you ger brother being born at home when I was eight. It was traumatising, but I know what to prepare for." YN answer making Harry chuckle.

"Was your mum having a home birth?"

"No, she'd had four kids, so her fifth dilevery was pretty quickly. Very quick actually." YN said. She's had an epidural at this point so she could at least drink some water without being in pain.

"It gets easier with each kid." Doctor nodded, "you're ready, we'll get the labour and delivery room ready for you, yeah?"

"Yeah." YN nodded.

"It's going to be easier for our next babies." Harry smirked.

"Oh my god Harry, let's have this one first." YN threw her head back on her pillow in defeat.

He was raving about the idea of having twins as to how fast YN started showing. But turned out Baby Styles is just a chunky baby. She weighs over eight pounds and ten ounces already on their last ultrasound.

Baby girl was born safely and everything went so smoothly. Doctor put the baby on YN's chest, she was a crying mess. Showing off her vocals chords and already challenging her dad that she could potentially sing higher notes than him.

"4.32 am. 1st of February." A nurse spoke in the room as soon as rhe baby was out.

"Hi baby," YN chuckled the gorgeous girl lied on her chest who's cried fizzled down rather quickly, "you are so gorgeous."

"Hey pretty girl!" Harry cooed.

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After baby was all cleaned up, YN and Harry got her back and she was also guided how to feed the little angel. She had a first big meal and dozed off to sleep.

"Are you crying Harry?" YN smiled seeing her watch the baby girl like she is made of moon dust and prettiest silver. Her cheeks were rosy and already chubby, she had a head full of hair unlike his when he was a baby but according to his wife she looks just like him. Jer lashes layed on her soft skin as she dozed off to sleep after a big first meal, puffs of soft air leaving her tiny pink lips, she lied there in her mother's arms wrapped in a green blanket and a sunflower beanie on her head.

"Don't you wanna hold her Hazza?" YN asked.

"She's so delicate, I, I don't want to hurt her." He said, like he's never seen a new born child in his entire life.

"You won't Harry, come and sit here." YN patted in front of he ron the matter of her bed, he sat there on the edge, "you just need to support her neck, she's the safest when with you."

He nodded, physically shaking away his nervousness away, as he forwarded his hands to take his baby in his arms for the first time. YN gently placed her in his arms seeing him visibly shudder and hitch. Her head perfectly placed in the crook of his elbow, she moved her head to make herself comfy in her deep sleep.

"Isn't she perfect?" YN mumbled.

"She is," Harry nodded in agreement, feeling his eyes well up with tears. "She is all ours. This is so real now." He brought her up to his face to snuggle her. The the same way he did when YN first told him she was pregnant.

"It is," YN said. She gave him a moment with their baby. Letting him soak in all of his feelings for her the best he could. YN even sneaked in a Polaroid picture of two of them for herself (she is sure he's going to steal it and put on his with a clear case). Luckily for her he posed for another one. A nurse was nice enough to take a family picture for three of them.

"Harry, it's your birthday!" YN realised. "Happy birthday!"

"This is the best birthday." Harry chuckled, looking at his baby sleeping in her cot now. "Thank you baby!" He went to hug his wife.

"I'm sorry I forgot Harry, I promise I will make upto it." She hugged him back.

"You don't have to, I wouldn't want to change a single thing now that I got a birthday twin." He mumbled, "thank you for the best present ever, she is the best thing."

"She really is." How could she not agree.

"Nurse gave us the documents to fill in, need our signatures on it." He informed her, picking up the notepad from the side table.

"Oh, can you fill it? I can't write with a needle in my hand." She suggested.

"Sure." He nodded and they filled up the documents together and wrote her name. He wrote her first and middle name which both of them settled on pretty quickly.

Juno Robin YLN-Styles.

"Harry, she is fine with just one last name." YN told him.

"She is also going to carry her mum's name with her." He said as he signed under his part.

YN didn't change her last name after getting married, she just added his after her maiden name. It was only fair for Juno to carry both their names. It warmed her heart.

"You can sign on it when they take this out yeah?" He kept the notepad aside, seeing her struggle tro grip on the pen.

Most of their families decided to go see the baby when she's at her home and safe to not overwhelm her, but only the Grandma's were going to visit the hospital as YN and Harry had so nicely asked for their help for this postpartum stage. It didn't look like it was anytime soon that they could get to go back home as YN was bleeding a little too much which doctor and nurses were taking care of. She just needed loads and loads of rest a bit was walking as her epidural wears out.

Harry leaned in to press a lingering kiss on her chapped lips, "thank you."

"For what?" YN feel him hold her free hand and lace their fingers together on her lap.

"For this." He said obviously pointing at their Juno, "my love for you only grows from here darling. I am so grateful you chose to give me a pleasure to be a dad. I always wanted that. Thank you for giving our Juno home to grow in your body for nine months. You're so strong for that."

"Harry's stop you're gonna make me cry." YN whined chuckled, he was already crying his happy tears. "I love you Harry. And it takes two to make a baby."

"Oh how I enjoyed every moment of that process," he said, his voise was low afraid Juno might hear him as he leaned in closer to nudge his nose against her softly.

"I bet you did." YN nodded. "I am hungry now. And it's starting to hurt now."

"You mum asked me to not to give you any outside food." He told her, "she's coming over with food for both of us. Apparently your confinement begins this very moment." He announces.

"No, I was going to ask you to sneak me some icecream." She pouted making a sad puppy face.

"I know, I will get you all the icecream you want baby, but after your confinement is done. It was your choice to go by the Indian Confinement for your postpartum time." He reminded her. "We're going by every word your grandma and mum says now. It seems so much better for you and out bean."

"I wanted icecream." She whined.

"I can get you ice for now, no ice cream sorry love." He felt bad turning her down but it was a better option than being killing by his mother and mother in law if she falls sick. Everyone seems to love YN a little too much for his liking.

He's a narcissist. But he loves her.

"You're lucky I love you," she huffed.

"And I love you more." He chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Are you hurting anywhere?"

"Yeah? I just pushed a 9 pounds and 6 ounce baby out of my vagina. But my legs hurt a lot." She nodded.

"You want me massage your legs for you?" He asked.

"Yeah please, thank you." She wasn't going to turn down a nice a massage.

"Try getting in some sleep yeah? I'll be here when you wake up."

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YN's mum had just left, she brought in a tons of healthy food for YN and of course Harry got to have some too. She also showed YN a few trick on how to help Juno latch on better jf she doesn't sometimes.

Doctor on the other hand recommended baby to have a skin to skin time her dad too. Harry loves cuddles so he jumped to it. Juno was halfway awake by then again. The first time was her Nani was there and she had her second meal and a diaper change.

She blinked open her big doe eyes trying to adjust to bright lights in the room. She had his big green eyes which were super dilated now but a ring of ring around her pupils was enough to tell them she has his eyes too. She is very calm so far, she slept through her first diaper change.

Harry was much more comfortable with holding her now. He held her tiny hand in between his pointer and thumb gently to see long fingernails on her tender fingers. He was afraid she is going to scratch herself for sure and they have to clip those soon. There was so much to admire of her, her tiny wrist, she was already a Michelin Man baby, her little belly full of milk, the dimples on the back of her hands as she flexed her delicate joints around his finger to grab his hand.

In that very moment he made a promise to never leave her hand no matter what.

He didn't know he was swaying slowly until his wife pointed out as she came out of the rest room, "are you two having your first dance?" She asked.

"Mhmm, we are." He nodded proudly. "Proud to say, I am her first dance."

He started humming to Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel and he swayed Juno who was blinking her eyes softly, already trying to keep up with her dad's antiques.

Don't go changing to try and please me

You never let me down before, mmm

Don't imagine you're too familiar

And I don't see you anymore

I would not leave you in times of trouble

We never could have come this far, mmm

I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

I'll take you just the way you are

And that was the truth. No matter what she chose to be when she grows up he would encourage her and lover her for who she is. Like he does in the moment. He had made an unspoken promise that he's never going to leave her hand if she needs him, even if it's in bad times to come even though he wants from all the best this universe has to offer his girl.

Don't go trying some new fashion

Don't change the color of your hair, mmm

You always have my unspoken passion

Although I might not seem to care

He's for sure going to be one those annoying dads. Who seem not to care just to get under their kids' skin. He was going to have his fun being a father. But ahe wants her to know already that she doesn't need to change herself for anyone. As soon as they start is better, because she deserves the moons and stars.

I don't want clever conversation

I never want to work that hard, mmm

I just want someone that I can talk to

I want you just the way you are

This is far away in future, but he just wants her be there for him and have a conversation about the most random thing. Sit on his porch sip on tea as he's old and grey. With her or her siblings if he decides to have anymore kids with his wife.

I need to know that you will always be

The same old someone that I knew

Oh, but what will it take till you believe in me

The way that I believe in you?

I said I love you, that's forever

And this I promise from the heart, mmm

I couldn't love you any better

I love you just the way you are, right

Now he understands why his mum says he is her baby even though he's passed his thirties. He can never imagine to see her past this phase now. Here in the moment holding onto her tiny frame, protecting her from everything wrapped up in a blanket close to his heart. He whispered every night to her when she was in her mum's womb that he loves her, and he wants her to believe that.

I don't want clever conversation

I never want to work that hard, mmm

I just want someone that I can talk to

I want you just the way you are

He hums along just for the two of them, creating his own little bubble to realise he was crying, again, and Juno was fast asleep, again. He sniffled on his tears and looked her and brought her up to press a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you so much," he mumbled. He have never felt this love before for sure. He set her down in her cot and wrap her up in her blanket again.

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It was the next morning when they got to take Juno home with them. YN was feeling a lot better and could walk around good, her bleeding was controlled and she was all healthy to go back home and rest with her baby.

"Welcome home Juno," he whispered to the baby in his arms who was a bit awake for her home coming.

"We're home." YN cooed watching her baby blink at her from her dad's embrace.

"I'm gonna give you a little home tour." He said, tapping onto her tiny chin and making her squirm.

YN sat on the sofa there watch him go around the house.

"Okay, were not going to live here. We have a new home being made right now. But whilst we here. This is where we make all the good food, it's mostly your Mummy cooking because I am shit at cooking." He went on from kitchen, "this is where we wash you poopy clothes." He said making YN laugh in the living room.

"This is meant to be your room but you're going to sleep with Mummy and Papa until you're a little more big." He showed her the empty room. Her nursery was being put together at their new house so they didn't bother to do anything to this flat, "this where you will be sleeping at night. You Mummy did an amazing job at picking out this cot for you."

YN heard him talking to Juno from their room, "we're going to move this to my side eventually. Your mummy says it's going to be on her side."

"I heard that Harry." YN called out.

He just laughed, "this is our balcony. We can't go out now." He continued, "this is the bathroom, it's not going to be interesting for you for sometime now. Just don't go playing into toilet water like your Mummy when you're a little big."

"Hey!" YN whined, "I still don't know why my mum told you that story!"

"Yeah, and how she washed you three times after that." He had a great laugh.

"I was two years old!" She defend herself.

"Sure."

He walked around the living room, showing her little nooks and bits. He definitely tired her out that she fell back asleep.

"Can I have her for sometime?" YN asked.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Do you need me to bring you something so you don't have to get up?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine. Doctor has advised me to be up and walking." She shook her head, "I just want some time with her."

"You have about 20 minutes, I need to shave too." He said, glanced at the watch on the wall behind her briefly, "get all the time you can before I'm back clinging beside you two."

With that left Mum and Juno alone.

"You came on your Papa's birthday," YN told her, "we missed celebrating, didn't we? We should order a cake for him."

Juno let out a sleepy sigh. She is just two days old, it's turing to plan a last minute birthday celebration for her dad. But she agrees.

YN ordered a small Lunch box cake to go as it was just going to be him and YN. He took longer than he would and that was perfect as the cake in by that time. Their lunch and dinner was already made by her mother this morning before both of them came back home. YN had placed a frosting candle on it which came along so it wouldn't ruin the cake.

Harry came back downstairs all cleaned up, clean shaved though YN was in love with his stubble but she's sure he won't be able to shave it anytime soon again. He had changed out of the dirty hospital clothes into a comfy white shirt and grey sweats.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Juno's Papa. Happy birthday to you." YN sang to surprise him, holding the cake in one hand and Juno in other. She was still in and out of her sleep, she let put a other sigh, her small mouth shaped in a shape of O.

"Where did you get this one from?" Harry gasped taking the cake from her hand so she can hold Juno comfortably. They sat on the sofa and blew the candle making a wish. With the fork he scooped up a bite and brought it upto YN first. It was his thing since he has met her now, everything he gets she easts first, at least one bite. All the while Juno stared at both of her parents with big doe eyes as they shared the cake.

"You'll get it in a few hours through your milk." Harry chuckled looking at her, as if she wanted to have a bite or two herself.

"She has got your eyes." YN said, now her eyes appearing more and more clearer.

"She does." Harry agreed, admiring the girl they made together. Seeing her made his love for his wife grow even more, even if that was possible. "You want to go change up now?"

"Yes, please." YN agreed. "Can you change her up too, please?"

"Mhmm," he nodded, "you want me run you a bath?"

"Please. Thank you." YN agreed. "Can I have a bath though? Doctors had to put stitches up my hoohaa."

"Oh my god, you didn't had to say it like that." He shuddered.

"Hey!" She whined in defeat, "you said I can share everything with you. You're so mean."

"You can baby. But you didn't had to word it like that." He chuckled helping her stand up slowly. "Just take a shower for now, yeah? We'll as your mum or doctor tomorrow about it."

"Yeah."

It was going to be long momth and half staying at home for YN in confinement. It was going to be fun yet annoying to stay inside. But anything for Juno.

N O T E:

1. I loved writing this.

2. Please do lemme know how you like this. Leave a vote if you can. It really helps me encourage myself to write more.

3. Honestly I was gonna quit writing fanfictions now, but I had this piece half written so I finished it.

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lunalockley · 2 years

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2. The Date

Masterlist

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x slight Marc Spector

Warnings: 18+ smut, just some making out (the good stuff is coming, so excited for you to read the next chapter oh my gosh)

Summary: Constantly kissing your cute neighbor Steven doesn't make him any less mysterious.

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Notes: Thanks for all of your support! I get very happy every time I read your reactions to the fics, makes me want to write more and more! So, comments or suggestions are always welcome <3

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So… you might be as into your cute neighbor Steven as he’s into Ancient Egypt. Maybe even more.

As you get ready for tonight's first formal date, you try not to think about all the other casual friendly dates you've had already. Because just the recall of it it’s giving your heart palpitations.

But even as you try to focus on something else, you can’t help looking back to that first bookshop date. Where you had to whisper close to each other due the book club meeting that was taking place in the store. Where you could smell his earthy cologne and fresh clean clothes blending with the dry scent of paper.

Your heart races just by remembering the way Steven kept looking at you, almost like he couldn't believe you were right there next to him. How he tried to hide his nervousness by pretending to be reading book titles every time you caught him staring at you.

Or that other date, a few bookshops after, the one in which you were in front of a massive table displaying bestsellers with discount stickers and one of them caught your attention.

It was a poorly designed erotica book cover featuring two impossible muscular werewolves and what seemed to be a half-naked mermaid, behind them a very obviously suggestive bed on fire.

This genre should have an annual cover contest, you thought running a finger over the cover.

The movement must have caught his attention.

“Do y-you like lovey-dovey literature?” he asked in a soft almost chocked voice, catching you off guard.

Lovey-dovey. Is even possible to be that cute? The butterflies made you giggle against your will.

Before you could reply he affirmed: “Your laugh must be the prettiest sound in the world.” His voice firmer that second time.

You were the one left breathless after that.

But even if you try not to think about it, there are little things scattered all around your flat that remind you of him. Like that street artist’s little canvas you saw once on display on your way back home after having coffee together, he bought it for you a few days later because you told him it evoked a landscape you enjoyed on a happy vacation as a kid. The Introduction to Mythology book that he lent you, asking you to let him know whenever you get to the moon gods part. The hippo stuffed animal called Taweret he brought you from the museum, even when he doesn’t work there anymore. Or the pyramid of Giza souvenir placed in a special spot on your bookshelf, from that morning he came to you apologizing for the jilted date, briefly explaining to you he went urgently to Egypt but without giving too much away about why he had to.

That reminds you that even when he’s sweet, open, and thoughtful, there’s still some air of mystery around him. You have the feeling that there are some significant information blanks you don’t yet get to fill. And you always have that fact at forefront of your mind until you see him and he says something incredibly distracting and sweet and all you can focus on is controlling your reactions to what he does and what he says.

Exactly what happened when he asked you out a few days ago.

“I’ve been—I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now”, he mentioned one morning when you ran into each other in the hallway. “There’s a new vegan restaurant in the suburbs that’s getting quite good reviews, you know? And I thought we could get a cab and—what I mean to ask you is that I would… I would like to take you out for—for dinner.”

“Sure, sounds good” you answered with a smile. You didn’t give it much thought, you’ve been going out visiting museums, bookshops, and cafes for weeks now.

But that wasn’t it enough for him. He wanted to make it clear.

“I’m—I’m asking you out. I’m asking you out on a date. A date-date. If… if you are interested, of course. If you’re not t-that’s alright.”

Oh.

You weren't expecting such a straightforward Steven so early in the morning. It short-circuited your brain for a second.

“I am.”

“Yeah?” He returned softly like he wasn’t expecting you to say yes. His growing radiant smile debilitating in an addictive way.

It filled you up with the urge to make him happy just to get to see him smiling that same way over and over again.

Gentle knocks on your door interrupt your thoughts. An adrenaline rush spreads over your body as you open it.

“Hey, neighbor.”

He’s dressed all black and handsome.

“Bloody hell, you look astonishingly pe—”. He spouts as soon as he sees you, but then he seems to listen a voice in his head telling him to back up a little. “You look beautiful,” he corrects a second later with sincere eyes.

And everything’s perfect, all giggles, blushes, stolen glances, and almost-touching hands… that is, until you get to the new restaurant and there’s a 2-hour waiting list to get a table.

“No!,” he pleads heartbroken at the hostess. “Really?”

Once you’re outside you take a look around, there are no more restaurants in plain sight. Just a few remaining open fast-food places and a nearby park. You turn around to find a sad-puppy eyes Steven looking at you.

“I’m so sorry!—I’m so sorry I didn’t check out first! I just blew off our date, didn’t I? Bloody idiot I am. How could I not che—”

“Hey Steven, it’s ok. We can find something… maybe some burgers?”

“Burgers? But I wanted it to be special for you.”

He wanted this date to be special for you. He says it so casually, yet the words go straight to your heart.

You can’t help but be as upfront with your emotions as he is.

“It’s special as long as I’m with you.” You concede, holding his stare long enough to see his cheeks get a light pink glow. The radiant smile appears a few seconds after.

“Let’s find some burgers,” he says daring to softly hold your hand for the first time.

Well, you don’t find burgers but you do find vegan pizza. And now you’re eating it at the park because the pizzeria was about to close when you got there and he’s still holding your hand and now you’ve felt his touch you crave for more. You’re dying to be closer, to rest your head on his shoulder, to caress his curls away from his face, to lean in and brush his fingers against his tanned skin.

Yet you hold back because everything feels perfect just as it is and you’re scared to ruin it.

Until he inclines, examining your eyes.

“Has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

He’s closer than he's ever been, your pulse starts racing.

Why does he have to smell so good? So right?

On purpose, your lips brush his ear as you whisper to him, desperate to feel him any way you can. “That's the fourth time you’ve complimented me today.”

That’s it for him. Shivers running down his spine, light-headed, and eyes closed, Steven angles his face, his lips almost coming against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your lips part, the answer stuck somewhere in your throat.

And your heart —your poor heart— lost it at the total surrender in his voice. At the unfiltered need you hear.

“Please?” he asks again, softer this time.

Unable to stop yourself and before you could even process it your lips are on his. The absence of an answer makes him gasp in your mouth. The sound seeping deep, deep inside of you.

At first, his kiss is soft, slow, taking his time exploring you. But then his body is coming against yours, seeking anything you’d give him.

And you think you might be dreaming again because you’ve been wanting him for months now and the way his hands are tenderly holding you as close as you let him, the way his warmth is spreading over your skin everywhere you’re touching, god, the noises he’s making, it’s all too good to be true.

So you take both of you back to soft. Sweet. Light. And then you step back a bit to get some air into your lungs.

“That was.. that was lovely. Perfect. You are perfect” he says before chasing your lips one more time, as drunk on your touch as you’re on his, barely giving you any time to breathe.

You giggle on his lips, this is real. And he’s giggling too, happy. Kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips again.

“I would kiss you forever if you’d let me, love.” He breaths as you trail your fingers through his hair and then around his neck until they came down to rest on his strong chest. He melts under your touch, still panting.

And he does.

He’s kissing you all the time.

Every date you’ve had after the date it’s been filled with an ever-increasing number of compliments, kisses, and soft touches that always leave you breathless and yearning. Every time you share more of your time with him, to the point he’s quickly becoming a part of the little daily domestic things like when he crosses the hall to eat breakfast with you or when you’re cooking dinner together or, later, when you’re washing the dishes laughing over something silly either of you just said.

Like now that he has offered to wash your hair after you’re done bleaching a little stripe, just for the pleasure of doing so intimate yet simple.

You look at him through the mirror. He looks very focused on the task he’s doing. Almost like helping you wash your hair was something very important for him and doesn’t want to mess it up.

“Am I doing it all right, love?”, he asks smiling hesitantly.

He puts so much care and love into any little thing he does that you can’t even think he could do anything wrong at all.

“More than all right,” you smile back at him through the mirror. His smile grows and you melt into your seat.

Once your hair is completely wet, he starts applying the shampoo. And oh, his hands are so, so soothing, so comforting. He is touching you like you were something very precious and delicate that he could easily break at the slightest carelessness.

You can’t help but hum in pleasure at the way the gentle press of his fingers feels against your scalp.

“I know” he whispers, out of breath.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until he abruptly stops.

When you open them he is staring at you through the mirror. But there’s something different. He holds your stare for a second and then his gaze fall into his hands in your head, nearly lost.

His eyes that shined like a clear sunny sky just moments ago, now give the impression there’s a storm forming inside them.

You don’t know why but the change makes your heart race.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

His eyes make contact with yours across the mirror once more. It seems like he has a million different answers to give you. But then he just nods slowly, returning to the massage of your scalp a second later.

You think you are imagining it, but there is certain vehemence in the way he is touching you now, you don’t know what you would call it but it carries less indecisiveness and more eagerness. There’s even a little frown that you don’t think have seen in him before. He almost looks in pain. And even when your hair is more than clean by now, he doesn’t stop.

“Steven?” you ask, placing your hand on one of his.

That seems to break the bubble he was in. His hands leave your scalp, you look at him in the mirror but he refuses to make eye contact.

He gives a step back, his hands full of foam and little white bubbles. You stop for a moment at the thought that even his posture seems to be somehow different. But you get distracted by the way he is pushing his head down into your neck, his sigh sending goosebumps all over your skin.

After a second he places a soft kiss between your shoulder and your neck.

And for some reason —maybe because of the brief touch of his tongue over your skin that feels like he was savoring it for the first time— the kiss feels unlike any other kiss you’ve shared with him till now.

“I'll be right back,” he mutters leaving the bathroom.

When he comes back, a few moments later, it’s like nothing happened. He excuses himself by saying he needed a glass of water but you know, you know there’s more than that. You just don’t have any idea what could it be.

He continues with the task ahead in silence, meditative. Just once your hair is wrapped in a towel he speaks again.

“Have you—Have you had time to read the book I lent you, love?”

The question catches you off guard.

“Uh… I'm still not in the part you want, why?”

He thinks something and then silently nods to himself, gaining determination.

“There are some things you need to know.”

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On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

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itjazzbicch · 4 months

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Have You

Pairing: Lee Chaolan x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a high-ranked employee at Violet Systems, Lee has always taken an interest in the reader, but due to her past, she tries to block him out but opens up on Christmas Eve when she realizes Lee's pure feelings within his gift for her...

Requested by: @sacredwarrior88 (I hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas!)

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)

Word Count: 1.6k

"You're still here, Y/N? It's Christmas Eve!"

"Yeah, so?" As a high-ranked official in Violet Systems, work was always my number one priority, even on holidays, which my boss, Lee Chaolan, was sometimes astonished by.

"It won't hurt to get out of this place, you know?" Trying to persuade me, I wasn't even looking at him, only at my monitor as he popped up behind me and proposed, "How about we go look at some Christmas lights? Come on, my dear."

Rolling my eyes, I should've known he'd try to work his charm on me, considering all the times he's tried to romance me, ignoring him, but he was persistent:

"How about a Christmas gift? I've got you something that you've been wanting! I'll be nice and let you have it now, hm?"

Now I was curious, side-eyeing him because I didn't tell anyone what I wanted for Christmas. He finally earned my attention, turning my chair around and smiling as he went to another room:

"Just sit tight!"

Letting out a deep sigh, I could only imagine that this 'gift' would be entirely out of my element or he'd make this about himself. Despite my doubts, I stayed silent and let him bring a box to me:

"Merry Christmas!"

"Thanks," I mumbled, placing the box on my lap. It was light, and I was a bit more curious, opening the red and gold box to be stunned.

"Sooo," He couldn't stop smiling at my reaction, looking into the box to see the final piece I needed for a robotics project I had been working on for a long time. It was tough to find and very expensive. I thought it would be impossible to find, "Do you like it?"

"A-Are you serious? Is this real?" I almost couldn't believe it, being delicate while examining it. "Oh, it's real," He winked, pointing something else out too, "There's more in there too."

Looking into the box again, there was a slim, folded piece of paper. A brochure? Not a brochure, but tickets and all the information I needed for a week's vacation at a fabulous resort in the Philippines.

"That lasts until a year if you don't want to go immediately," Lee explained, smiling more as he knew me well, "Maybe after you finish that big project."

"Wow, I-" No one had ever given me such a gift, my smile genuine as I looked up at him, "Thank you, Lee. I appreciate this so much."

"You deserve it," He smiled back, offering again, "So, let's enjoy the holiday, hm?"

His gift showed how he knew me and cared, so I let the wall I always had up down a little, turning back to my desk, "Just let me secure this piece, and we can look at lights."

Doing so, I had to hide my laugh as I heard him cheering to himself, but after securing the robotic piece, we got our coats and headed out to find a snowy night sky.

"It really feels like Christmas, don't you say?"

"Yeah," Looking up at the snow falling, glistening past all the holiday lights that colored the night, the Christmas spirit was contagious, "It's beautiful."

Our walk was lovely and peaceful, pointing out some rather flashy decorations, giggling and smiling at some jokes Lee was making, but a strong, freezing wind made me seize up, hugging my body.

"Geez, guess it's going to be cold tonight, huh?"

"Here," Taking off his jacket and wrapping me in it, I was protected from the cold, but saying to Lee as he was left in just his dress shirt:

"It's okay, really. You should be wearing a jacket."

"I'll be just fine," He assured, his kindness making me smile again, "You don't have a far walk home, right? Let's get out of the cold."

Nodding and walking to my apartment, the freezing wind was growing stronger, and as we made it to my doorstep, the tip of Lee's nose was red, but he was still focused on me:

"Did you have fun?"

"I did," I meant, loosening up a little and offering, since he'd done so much for me tonight, "Come inside and warm up, Lee. I have a fireplace."

Being so open took him aback slightly, but still cheerful and honest as he shivered inside, "Thanks. That wind was strong."

I had to giggle because I knew he was struggling without his jacket, but I made up for that by lighting the fireplace in the living room, having him sit and warm up, and getting us two cups of hot chocolate.

"This will help too," Bringing the drinks over and sitting with him, his nose no longer read and a smile on his face as he took his cup:

"Thank you."

"Of course," I sipped mine, staring at the fireplace, spacing out a little as I thought deeply.

"You okay?" He whispered, only checking on me, and I didn't expect my emotions to hit me like they did when I admitted:

"I'm fine. It's just been years since anyone's spent Christmas with me. It feels-; It's so nice. Thank you again for everything."

As our eyes locked, we couldn't stop smiling at one another to the point where we started laughing. I had to put my cup down, looking as Lee opened his arms up to me, pointing out that it was now midnight:

"Merry Christmas!"

For the first time, I hugged him, and it felt so right. I thought about all the times I had been such a grinch towards him; my past had made me close up so much, but deep down inside, I knew I could open up with him, repaying him for all my attitude that he's had to deal with by kissing his cheek softly:

"Merry Christmas."

Caressing my cheek, I was floating on a cloud headed for heaven as his lips found mine, so soft and tender against mine. My heart was overwhelmed, pressing my lips harder as my eyes shut tighter, not noticing the tear rolling down my cheek.

When that tear met his hand, he pulled back to check on me, thinking he messed up at first:

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay. I promise," I breathed in deep, more tears swelling as I met his gaze to explain, "I just have a bad past with men, but you-; You-; You are-"

I couldn't find the words to explain it, and Lee showed that we didn't need words with a simple instruction:

"Come here, dear."

Resting back in his arms, I held his face as I kissed him, a craving taking over me and guiding him back onto the couch. Each kiss told how I only wanted someone who wanted me for me, and I was sure I found that in Lee.

Straddling over him and sitting up for a deep breath, we were stuck smiling at each other again, Lee noticing:

"I think tonight's the first time I've seen you smile."

"All thanks to you," I cooed, feeling the mood in the air, whispering an important question, "Do you truly want me, Lee?"

"You and only you," He cooed back, in a trance, as I took off my shirt, skin highlighted from the fire, coming back to kiss him and unbutton his shirt, tongues clashing passionately.

Sitting us up, we both stripped out of our clothes, Lee guiding me back to his lap, rubbing over every inch of skin he could reach, kissing:

"I've always known how special you are."

With his hands on my hips, I pressed my forehead against his, feeling a slight ache as his tip began to stretch me, letting me work at my own pace as I adjusted to his girth, slowly rolling my hips and working to take more inches.

"Oh my god," I was worked up from all the slickness I felt between my thighs, hips rolling smoother and a bit quicker, then sitting on all his cock, gasping at how deep he was in me, "Lee!"

"Stay just like that," He cooed, peppering my neck with kisses, rocking my hips back and forth at a steady, even pace, his mouth falling to my breast, closing around my nipple and sucking.

It had been so long for me, my tingling nerves jolting through my head to my toes. All these feelings weren't just from the sex but from the fact that I finally had someone who could make me happy.

By the time he picked his head up, my entire chest had been glistening from kisses, and the way he looked into my eyes drove me wild, his hands digging into my hips when I suddenly started to bounce on his cock, getting a moan to spill out of him.

He kept his eyes on me, loving the view, but his head fell back as he grinned:

"Damn, Y/N."

That made me feel confident, just smirking and returning some kisses on his neck, leaving some marks, his hands sliding down to my ass, squeezing and kneading, then throwing up his hips, making me hug his head.

"Oooo! Lee!"

Hugging my waist and thrusting up again, brushing past my sweet spot, made my walls clench up harder and harder each time, my moans growing louder and mixing with soft whines.

"I have you, baby," He cooed, kissing my cheek, a hand running up my back and holding my head against his, whispering in my ear, "Let it all go. Cum for me."

"Just don't stop," I whined, squeezing his head as my back snapped into an arch, his thrusts growing faster as I gushed around his cock, the friction following with an aftershock, making me squirm and tremble slightly, jaw-dropping at the so many feelings that swirled in my head, only able to process the same words, "Oh my god, Lee. Oh my god."

"As I said," Easing down to a still, he knew I needed a moment to regain myself, brushing the little hairs away from my face, kissing my nose, "I have you."

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hotchs-bitch · 1 year

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Fluffy Feb Day 19- Vacation

Warnings: established relationship, some BAU dynamics, mentions of Aaron working a lot

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1058

Ever since you and Aaron got engaged, you’ve practically been on your knees begging for the two of you to take a trip somewhere. Aaron’s answer has always been the same; he needs to work, and he certainly can’t afford to take a week or two off. And even if he could swing it with the higher-ups, his last vacation period ended abruptly, with everyone being brought in for a case after a mere couple of days.

“We just don’t have the time for it,” he said, brown eyes full of guilt and apology. “I never have more than a weekend, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry, and he’s unable to go, but he’s also your fiance and you know him well enough to know that he’s probably got weeks of vacation time racked up at the Bureau due to how long he’s been there and his inability to take time off.

That’s what kickstarts it in your mind, what makes you call Derek Morgan one Monday evening once Emily has confirmed that everyone has left work for the night already except Aaron and that she’s on her way out, too.

Derek is understanding, and listens to your complaints for what must be upwards of half an hour- it’s not the social call you meant for it to be, but your frustration has bubbled to the surface and you can’t keep pushing it back. You never want to make Aaron feel worse than he already does by complaining, but Derek coaxes you to speak your mind until you’re on the verge of tears and confessing that you don’t know if you’ll ever have more than a weekend with Aaron, even after you’re married.

Your fiance’s unit is made up of some of the most quick-thinking minds in the FBI, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you when Derek makes a suggestion. You were hoping for ideas, support, something. Luckily, you strike gold when Derek tells you that he was once trained for Aaron’s job in the case of any emergencies.

You fly into action, contacting everyone on his team individually and even paying a visit to his Section Chief. That was the scariest part; Erin Strauss eyeing you over the papers you had handed her and asking, “And Aaron approved this?”

No, no he didn’t, but he probably would if you told him so you just smile and nod and cross your fingers that she won’t say a word to him about it.

Your plan takes effect the next weekend. Aaron gets home late Friday evening, kisses you as he sets down his briefcase and then puts his gun in the safe. “How was your day?” You ask, fingers curled around a glass of red wine as he takes off his jacket.

“Good. There must be some kind of slump; it’s been all paperwork this week, thank god.” He joins you on the couch a moment later, scotch in hand. “I’m worried about Erin, though. I think she’s going back to rehab.”

You frown at that, sitting up to face him. “What? Did she say something?”

Aaron grimaces and brings his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip before he answers. “Not in so many words. I told her that I’d see her Monday, and she said she’d see me ‘soon’. I think she’s going to be leaving, and I don’t know when she’ll be back. Next week will be…” he trails off, exhaustion written into every aged line on his face. “I’ll be staying at the office a bit later than usual if I’m stepping into her role again.”

“Derek could do it,” you suggest. You’re almost vibrating from excitement. “After all, he did a lot of your job the last time you stepped up for her.”

“Yes, but that’s my job. Derek is qualified and trained for that. I would trust him to stay in my shoes for as long as need be.” Aaron sighs again, shooting you an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”

The smile you’re fighting back is fighting you just as hard, and Aaron’s face morphs into one of confusion. At the least, he’s pieced together that you know something he doesn’t. “What’s going on?”

“What if Erin stays at work, and Derek does your job for a couple of days?” You suggest like it’s just occurred to you. “That could work, too.”

Your beautiful, loving, highly tolerant fiance isn’t a profiler for nothing. “...What did you do?”

“Me?” You cry out, trying to sound as taken aback as possible. “Aaron, how could I ever-” He isn’t buying it, and you relent when he raises one eyebrow. “Okay, okay. I might have talked to Erin and your team about you using some of your vacation time. You’ve got almost four straight months’ worth, you know.”

He lets out a long, slow exhale and tips his head back. For a moment you’re worried that this is going to turn into a fight- after all, you went behind his back and orchestrated the whole thing- but when Aaron lifts his head back up, he’s smiling ear to ear. “How long do we have?”

“The weekend, obviously, and then I took Monday and Tuesday off. Or at least, you did. Erin told me to let her know if you’re extending that, and Derek said that he can handle your duties for as long as you need.”

“Where can we go? If there’s a case-” he starts, but you shush him.

“If there’s a case, you can get all the information sent to you and then decide if you want to go work it. I won’t be upset if it happens and you do, but I know there’s been a ‘slump’.” You reach one hand out to knock on the oak coffee table three times, and he chuckles. “That’s also why I thought we could do a staycation. We can relax a bit, go out for dinner at that new Italian place downtown, go dancing, see a movie…”

“Repaint the spare bedroom like you’ve been wanting me to do for months…” Aaron continues your train of thought, but his tone is teasing. “My little mastermind. Thank you, baby. I’m looking forward to this.”

“Me too.” You cup his cheek in one hand and lean in for a kiss. “But now you’re in charge of the honeymoon.”

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Unbecoming

Summary: Anne is off travelling, while Sebastian is kept busy completing missions assigned by the ministry. Leaving Y/n to care for Feldcroft in their absence.

Warning: Sexual themes, swearing.

Sebastian x Reader

Sebastian trudges back to Feldcroft from his long exhausting and stressful week completing the mission the Ministry had assigned to him. Due to Sebastians excellent work, he was able to complete the mission 3 weeks ahead of schedule.

Sebastian was elated to complete his work early, earning himself a vacation in the process. There was just one irritation that scratched at him as he looked towards Feldcroft.

It was the fact that Y/n L/n was sitting in his favourite wooden lawn chair. She sits comfortably leaning back reading the Daily Prophet, tight clothes leaving little to the imagination, her leg kicked over the arm rest, a towel wrapped around her hair, with a cigarette hanging delicately from her lips.

Dear Merlin, what was Anne's brat of a friend doing in his beloved sanctuary. Walking up behind her, his voice booms.

"Why are you here? Where is Anne?And why are you prancing my property looking like that?" Sebastian spits in rapid fire. Y/n shuttered in surprise at his sudden appearance.

"Oh? I thought you weren't meant to be back for another 3 weeks." Y/n answers tilting her head towards Sebastian with little effort. He continues to stare down at her barely clothes form in irritation.

"Answer my questions." He demands, making Y/n throw her papers in irritation.

"Oh hi Y/n, lovely to see you again." Y/n says acting as Sebastian. "Why hello Sebastian, it is wonderful to see you as well. You might be wondering why I am here, it's because Anne left in a hurry when the Romanian Ministry recalled her back. Anne left me in charge until you have arrived back in 3 weeks time." Y/n switches back to Sebastians grumbly voice. "Thank you dearly for your assistance. Might I add how radiant you look." Y/n playfully slaps Sebastians arm. "Oh why thank you Sebastian - you naughty boy." She says with a wink walking back to the house.

"Thank you for you help Y/n - truely kind. Now get out." He says following in pursuit. Y/n's eyes go wide at the abrupt kicking.

"Seb - I cannot leave so suddenly." Sebastian walks through straight to the guest room where Y/n's belongings are placed away, he pulls out her bags to help her pack and leave.

"Yes you can- the leaky cauldron is not far from here." He says coldly. Panic rises within the intruding girl.

"They have no vacancies!" She rushes to her bags, and putting them away. A frustrated groan passes Sebastians lips.

"Why must you be here longer? You were leaving in 3 weeks anyway." Y/n slumps on the bed.

"If you must know Sebastian." She spits with a side eye at his typical rudeness. "Phineas has been following me around town, declaring his hideous undying love for me as per usual. Only now the towns people are shaming me for 'leading him on' and that I should just 'take the sad chap out of his misery' and return his affections. I mean isn't that insane! I just need a break from them." She pleads looking up at a stunned Sebastian.

"Aren't you - aren't you already in a romantic relationship with Phineas?" He mutters quitely. Horror crosses her face.

"Ew Merlin no! What makes you think that?!" Sebastian becomes sheepish at the realisation.

"It's just ... in our final year after we..." He looks off refusing eye contact. "Spent the night together. Phineas was bragging in the common room on how you two kissed earlier that very night and begging for him, and that you two were officially going steady..." He looks back at her blank face.

"All of these years we could've been together. We weren't. Because you believed pants of fire Phineas?" She asked blankly, a blush crossed Sebastians face.

"Well how was i suppose to know? You two were always together and he said-" An angry voice cuts him off.

"We were always together because the stupid prick would follow me everywhere like an unwanted cockroach!" She says dismissively. "Sebastian- do you understand how much love I had for you, do you know the heart break you put me through when you acted cold towards me the very next day?!" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, lips sealed shut refusing to speak another word.

Sebastian pulls you in gently as your face plants right into his comforting chest. "I'm sorry - I'm stupid." She huffs an agreement. "I thought my affections were not returned. I was so heart broken. I hated how my feelings for you never left. But now its all too late, and I could've been with you - had i just talked to you." She looks up from his chest.

"It'll make me feel better if you kiss me." She says shyly. He leans down and plants a gentle kiss on her lips, as if she would evaporate in his arms. "Again?" He turns his head and plants another gentle kiss. "Kiss me like you did that night?" He places his fingers behind her neck, rubbing his thumb along her jaw he presses his lips to her. She opens her mouth slipping her tongue in his mouth making him sigh in relief at the connection. Her nails drag down the back of his neck making him arch into her body.

She presses harder against him feeling his excitement. She breaks away from his mouth kissing down his neck to find that sweet spot she found all those years ago, he groans in satisfaction.

"I often think about having you again-" He claims as she trails her kisses down his torso. "More times than I care to count."

She places another kiss on his lips. "We only have 3 weeks until Anne returns. You have many years to make up for." She grins pressing harder into him.

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queenshelby · 2 years

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Oppenheimer (Part 28)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Age Gap

Words: 3,931

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Three days later…

Three days had passed and your parents had finally vacated the premises and were on their way to your grandmother’s house in Lancaster.

They travelled there with your sister and, at least for six hours, you had the house to yourselves. This was at least until Max, his girlfriend Emily and Charlie were due to arrive.

Since Cillian’s ex-wife had finally signed the divorce papers, Max and Charlie were both going to live with you and, for two weeks, Emily was going to stay with Max while she was conducting some work experience at the local school of art.

You were going to have a full house and, for some reason, you were excited about it. You had not seen Max and Charlie for over six weeks and you knew how much it meant to Cillian to have them living with him after such a turbulent time.

The final six hours of quiet, you spent together in bed and, since you had been experiencing further mood swings throughout the past three days, causing both Cillian and your mother to be concerned, Cillian decided to pamper you.

He was worried that depression had gotten the better of you again and, after talking about it with your mother who had experienced it first-hand in the past, he decided to keep a close eye on you.

Just that day for example, you had gotten rather upset again, arguing about the way the reading room downstairs was to be set up and, often, you cried for no reason.

You didn’t know yourself what was wrong with you but, what you did know was that you had inadvertently let your frustration on Cillian who, clearly, didn’t deserve it.

***

'I am sorry that I’ve been so moody lately. I am probably already deterring you with my grumpiness. Work has been more stressful than I thought and, with my parents having been here,…' you said while you were laying in bed, crying once again, and before you could complete your sentence, Cillian silenced you with a finger on your lips.

'Shh ... There is no need to apologise. I am here for you no matter what, alright? I love you more than anything else in this world, and I always will be even if you get a little grumpy with me at times’ Cillian said as he slowly approached the bed.

'But ...' you began to say, but you were silenced again.

‘No but. I love you Y/N. Whatever is bothering you, we will get through together’ Cillian said as he moved close to you and wiped away your tears.

‘I know Cillian. Thank you. I love you too. So fucking much’ you confirmed as his lips hovered over before briefly brushing against you.

With that, you curled into him, his voice humming in your ears as he whispered sweet things to you, making you want to push him onto his back and have him. How you could go from sad to horny in less than a minute you didn’t know. It was absurd but, then again, this is what Cillian did to you. He drove you crazy.

'Cillian ...' you eventually sighed and, as if he already knew what you wanted to say, he claimed your mouth. The kiss was deep and just an indication of how important he considered you and how much he loved you. It was what you needed at this point and he knew that as well.

When he kissed you, you totally forgot what you were upset about just minutes ago. You forgot why you were crying and all you could think of was the man right beside you.

‘Make love to me Cills” you demanded as you snaked your hands under his t-shirt and ran your fingers over his nipples, raking your nails over them, making them erect.

‘How could I possibly say no to you?” Cillian said although he had to chuckle at your move. Running your nails over his bare chest, through his chest hair and over his nipples was what you did all too frequently when you wanted sex and that early afternoon was no exception. It was what you did when you watched TV and also when you were elsewhere. There were no words needed for this gesture.

‘You are gorgeous babe. Let me take care of you’ Cillian told you as he undid the sash of your robe and held you close to him again, roaming his hands over your soft skin. Damn, how could any girl resist any temptation like him? He only had to touch you and you would go up in flames.

Cillian then eased you into a sitting position and lowered the straps of your negligee. Then, he went down on his knees as he pulled the gown over your head. His gaze dropped to the swell of your breasts and he went still. He was obsessed with your breasts and for some strange reason, even more so now than before. They looked bigger somehow.

You inhaled sharply as Cillian finally began to kiss them, the bite of emotion harsh in your throat. You slid your fingers through his unruly hair, your touch gentle and loving.

Slowly he pulled away and then he lifted you just enough that he could ease your panties off.

‘So gentle’ you gasped, enjoying his feather light touch.

'Am I not always gentle?’ Cillian said, cocking an eyebrow before reminding you that he had promised you a massage last night but then he fell asleep.

‘Oh, you are really going to pamper me now, are you?’ you said as you cast him a doubtful look, knowing very well where every massage he gave you would lead. But then again, you already told him that you wanted to sex so why not enjoy his talented hands first?

With that, Cillian curled his arms underneath you and lifted them so that he could position you on your side without using any words whatsoever. You were surprised by this move and giggled as you were now facing away from him.

During a long pause, you glanced over your shoulder to see him disrobing a short distance away. He had a gorgeous, lean body and a million freckles covered his skin. God did you love to look at him. He was so handsome and there was just enough edge to his appearance to send your girlie senses into overdrive.

He strode back to the quilt and got on his knees behind you. When his hand slid over your hip, then wandered to your back and shoulder, you closed your eyes and sighed in contentment.

Your body glowed under the dim light inside your bedroom, your breasts erect, pointed and begging for his mouth. Your entire body simmered and he weighed your breasts in his hand, feeling them and marvelling about how they had changed.

Not giving it any more thought, his mouth followed, pressing hot against your neck and then gliding over the curve to your shoulder while he massaged your breasts.

This was not the kind of massage you had expected and, when he pulled away, he put both hands to your back and gently began to stroke and caress until your eyes rolled back in to your head.

He worked methodically, leaving no part of your flesh untouched. He stroked down to your buttocks, moulding the plump globes with his palms before working lower to your thighs.

Nudging you over onto your back, Cillian lifted one leg and began working the muscles with those to-die-for hands. He worked all the way down to your ankle and then began massaging your foot.

You floated somewhere else, hovering on a cloud of sensory overload. Then he lifted your foot and kissed your instep. You nearly lost it right there. It was the most erotic sensation you had ever experienced and it was just your foot! But the man made every single touch so damn sexy.

Cillian then moved to your other leg but you were only dimly aware. You let out a blissful sigh and surrendered to the euphoric sensation of having a sinfully handsome man cater to your every pleasure in complete silence.

Each caress sent warmth all the way to your soul. You opened your eyes and watched in fascination as he rose over you, gently parting your thighs before settling his upper body between them.

‘I love you so much Y/N’ he told you once more and, for a brief moment he glanced up and those sizzling blue eyes connected with yours.

‘I love you too Cills’ you confirmed and his mouth crooked up into a half smile and then he lowered his head to your most intimate flesh.

‘Oh god, that’s it’ you panted. You couldn't call back the moan. You twisted restlessly but he kept you firmly in place with those hands at your hips. He kissed, licked and made love to you with that delectable mouth. He had such a talented tongue and he was driving you crazy.

You reached for his hair, twisting your fingers with almost desperate strength as you arched into him. He delved deeper with his tongue, loving you with long, lazy strokes. Then he moved one hand from your hip and slid his fingers deep into your warmth.

‘Fuck, don’t stop’ you literally screamed as this was more than you could withstand. You bowed beneath him, tightening to the point of near pain and then you reached your peak in a quick, tumultuous burst.

‘That was quick’ Cillian smirked before he tenderly kissed the quivering bundle of nerves, eliciting another shudder from you before he moved his mouth up to your breasts to lavish gentle attention on them.

His hands moulded to the swell of your breasts and there was such reverence in his touch that you had to swallow back the knot forming in your throat.

‘Careful’ you told him gently and Cillian immediately eased up on the pressure he applied.

‘Everything okay babe?’ he asked a little concerned as he shifted upward, positioning himself between your thighs but not penetrating you.

‘Yes, it’s just that they are quite sore. I am waiting on my period’ you explained and it all made sense to Cillian now. Your breasts were probably swollen from the hormones which, in turn, could also have caused your mood swings although they were not usual for you.

‘Do you want to stop?’ he asked, not wanting you to be uncomfortable.

‘Absolutely not! I need you inside of me! Now’ you told him and Cillian held his weight off you with one palm pressed to the quilt while he used his other hand to guide his erection to your opening.

‘As you wish’ he said while, tentatively, he pressed forward, his gaze never leaving your face as he probed deeper.

You pulsed around him, still hypersensitive after your orgasm. As he pushed even deeper, you closed your eyes and dug your fingers into his shoulders.

'Too much?' he asked. He knew that, when you were approaching your menses, you would also sometimes feel a bit tender when he had sex with you and penetrated you too deeply.

‘Oh no! Not enough. I want you all the way inside of me. It just feels so damn good’ you responded as you saw him eyeing you with concern.

Cillian’s pupils dilated. His jaw tightened and bulged and he drew in a deep breath as if he was trying valiantly to maintain control. You had been rather aroused for a week straight, making Cillian have sex with you at least twice a day even though you clearly had shown some signs of depression. The fact that your parents were around didn’t deter you and your orgasms were coming even more frequently than before.

You lifted your hands to frame his face, caressing his jaw as you stared up at him. As usual, he was very willing and rather keen to give in to your demands and needs. Having sex with you was his favourite thing to do and he couldn’t get enough of it.

'Make love to me, Cillian. Don't hold back. You won't hurt me’ you reassured him and, with that, Cillian closed his eyes and emitted a harsh groan. Then he turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm. Carefully he lowered himself until your stomach pressed into his. He rested his forearms on either side of your shoulders and then pushed deeper.

‘Fuck you feel so good’ Cillian told you before his mouth found yours. Hungry. Hot. Demanding even as he was exceedingly gentle.

He found a slow, sensual rhythm, rocking against you as he filled you again and again. He was patient, working you up that slow rise all over again.

It was less urgent this time. Mellow. A lazy climb upward as pleasure filled you. You felt weightless, surrounded by him. You felt safe and loved. His mouth skimmed down your jaw to your neck where his teeth grazed the sensitive skin underneath your ear. Then he raised his body just enough to send himself even deeper inside you.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you gasped, and then clutched at his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. You arched upward, wanting, needing more.

'That's it, baby' Cillian murmured and you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you were close. So close that his warmth bled into your body and you had no sense of where he began and you ended.

Cillian shuddered against you. Let out a hoarse cry. You moaned softly and then whispered his name as the world crashed around you. Arching. Sighing. Undulating.

Your bodies moved in quiet unison until you were wrapped tighter than braided rope.

Cillian eventually claimed your mouth again. His movements were urgent, a layer of desperation buried deep. His hands were everywhere, caressing, stroking, touching, as if he couldn't get enough of what he wanted. As if he wanted you closer still.

You wrapped your body around him, holding him as he drove deeper inside you. Release wasn't as important as the intimacy of the moment. This wasn't just sex. It was so much more.

You kissed the side of his neck and inhaled his scent and moulded your body more fiercely to his.

Pleasure was warm and sweet as it slid through your veins. Your release was a slow rise, no sharp edges or tumultuous explosions. Higher and higher you crept until every muscle in your body tensed in expectation.

'Cillian!' you moaned loudly. It was a cry of need. It was a plea for help.

You felt him in every part of your body. Hard, so very powerful. His muscles bunched and he tensed above you. He whispered your name and you felt him let go just as you orgasmed yourself.

‘Y/N, fuck’ Cillian groaned as you contracted around him, sending over the edge and, for a long moment, he held himself just above you before finally lowering his body to yours.

He spilled his warm seed in you, coating your walls and cervix with his warm cum. It felt incredible and when there was nothing left inside of him, he pressed his forehead to yours, kissing you with light smooching sounds as your lips met again and again.

‘Y/N’ he whispered. It conveyed a wealth of things, that single word.

You threw your arm and a legs over him, unable to resist the urge to keep him close for as long as you could.

'I love you' you whispered again as you placed a soft; barely there kiss on his lips.

'I know and I love you too,' he said as he lowered his face, his lips hovering over you again before, finally, you let go off him and he pulled his softening cock out of you.

Then, Cillian collapsed by your side and you snuggled deeper into his embrace and allowed the veil of sleep to overcome you. After a sleepless night, you finally had a rest for an entire two hours after your intimate encounter and only got up when Max, Charlie and Emily had finally arrived.

***

When Max, Charlie and Emily arrived, they gave you each a big a hug before Cillian showed them to their respective rooms.

They were both staying on the second floor of the house, sharing one bathroom, whereas you and Cillian had the third floor to yourself.

Cillian hoped that, this way, the boys’ mess would be contained but you were sceptical nonetheless. They were teenage boys after all. They sure had to be messy.

‘So, dad…’ Charlie began to say after he placed his bags into his room, knowing that the remainder of his belongings were going to be shipped from Dublin to London in a container next week.

‘Yes Charles?’ Cillian asked, wondering what this was about.

‘I’ve met this girl. Her name is Siobhan and I asked her to visit me in London next week. She said yes’ Charlie carefully explained and you couldn’t help but have a quiet chuckle, knowing where this conversation was going.

‘That’s fine Charles. You can get the guest room ready for her before she gets here’ Cillian said, happy enough for his girlfriend to visit.

‘I was thinking that she could stay in my room dad’ Charlie explained, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow at his youngest son.

‘No’ he then said firmly but Charlie was keen to argue about it nonetheless.

‘Why? Max’s girlfriend is staying with him in the same room. So, why can’t my girlfriend sleep in my room as well?’ Charlie asked somewhat frustrated.

‘Because you are 17 mate. When you are 18, she can sleep in the same room. Until then, this isn’t negotiable’ Cillian said, holding firm.

‘But she is already 18’ Charlie went on to say.

‘Like I said Charles. This is not up for discussion’ Cillian told him again.

‘Fine’ Charlie huffed out in response, frustrated and angry with his father before unpacking more of his clothes while Max and Emily decided to go out and explore the area.

***

Max and Emily eventually returned to the house and were surprised to see that Felix had claimed Max’s bed.

This wasn’t usually though. He frequently slept in the guest room and at least Emily was quick to bond with him.

Felix’s behaviour had become rather weird in the past few days. He was continuously standing in everyone’s way and was following you through the entire house every time you got up from where you were sitting.

Even when Cillian tried to kiss you or make contact with you in an intimate way, Felix was there to stop him. Sometimes, he would even claw him out of nowhere.

This amused both Max and Charlie when they noticed it and it was only Emily who Felix immediately accepted to be around you.

‘He’s a little protective of you, isn’t he?’ Max observed and you nodded.

‘He sure is. Although, it has only been like this for a few days’ you explained.

‘He must be jealous of dad. Perhaps Felix even thinks that you are his girlfriend. I’ve read somewhere that, sometimes, cats do this kind of stuff’ Max observed and you tended to agree. He sure was jealous of Cillian. What other reason could there possibly be for him to be so needy and protective around you?

With Felix following you through the house and being extra cuddly when you were saddened, Cillian stayed away from him. He already had more than enough scratch marks for his liking.

***

But, who Cillian didn’t keep his distance from was his son Max especially now that his girlfriend Emily was visiting.

To his surprise, Max and Emily went to bed early around 9 o’clock that night and this in itself made Cillian suspicious.

‘Don’t forget to put on your alarm Max’ Cillian reminded him after, at around quarter past nine, knocking on Max’s bedroom door and poking his head inside.

‘I know dad, thanks’ Max said before wishing his father a good night for the second time.

But this wasn’t all just yet and, at around half past nine, Cillian knocked on Max’s door again when he saw that his light was still on.

‘I just wanted to see if you had everything you need for tomorrow. Did Y/N show you where all of the lunch boxes are?’ Cillian wanted to know, almost catching his son by surprise when he was clearly being intimate with his girlfriend.

‘Dad, seriously!’ was all you could hear from the living room by this point and, when you went to check out what was happening, you realised what Cillian was doing.

‘I better check to see whether they…you know…I never really talked with him about this and I did buy…” Cillian went on to stammer nervously and somewhat out of his depth and you immediately began to laugh.

“Oh? I wondered what the condoms in the bathroom were for since we don’t use any” you chuckled, having found a packet of condoms in the bathroom downstairs two days ago.

‘Well, just in case the boys don’t have any and need some, you know? I suppose that they are at the age where they do stuff with their girlfriends and, the last thing I need, is a baby to look after if one of them gets their girlfriend pregnant’ Cillian said before telling you that he probably should have THE TALK with his sons.

‘I think it’s a bit late for THE TALK Cillian’ you laughed.

‘What is if Max and Emily…I better go and check and tell him where to find…’ Cillian stammered nervously. He was unable to form a coherent sentence.

‘Leave them alone Cillian. You are as bad as my father. Max is 19 and, no doubt, he already knows about safe sex’ you told Cillian before taking his hand and dragging him upstairs.

‘Talking about sex…’ you then winked, needing him to satisfy your needs again for the third time that day.

‘Jesus Y/N. Why are you so horny lately?’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Are you complaining?’ you wondered.

‘Me? Never!’ was the last thing Cillian said before you pushed him onto the bed and had your way with him.

You knew that, with Cillian leaving in four days to film some promotional material in the US for the upcoming release of his movie Oppenheimer, you had to make the most of your time together.

You were going to be alone with the boys, Felix and Emily for an entire week. At least so you thought.

What you didn’t know was that Cillian had asked your sister for a favour. She was delaying her trip to France by two weeks in order to stay with you after he had asked her to do so. He was worried about you, your mood swings and your somewhat absurd eating habits. You also didn’t sleep well and this was yet another sign that you may, secretly, be depressed. Thus, Cillian didn’t want you to be on your own and, even though his sons were there with you, it wasn’t quite the same as having him or your sister staying with you.

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didasgomas · 7 months

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Thing I wrote for @moonlightsmasquerade . Wanted to send it on asks but it became just way too large so I decided to make it a post instead . Hope it's enjoyable

15/09/2008 - Report of yesterday

After being notified via phone call by miss Evelin Miller , the child who was with her was taken inside the station and was identified as nine-year-old Priscilla Helen . Due to the young girl's state of intense shock , the other officers and I chose to leave her alone for some minutes ( along with some sheets of paper , a pencil and some coloured pens following Sergeant Tyler's insistence ) , and focused on contacting the child's parents : Primrose and Dustin Helen . After the task was completed , we returned to the interrogation room , where young Priscilla had already made six simplistic drawings and seemed to have recovered from the shock .

The following audio recording is Priscilla's narration of the events leading up to her being found by miss Miller . Photos of the drawings are also included in this file .

My aunt Kelly and my cousin Calvin had returned back town from summer vacations . I liked to call him Kiki for short . We were playing tag when we ran into the fisherman with the hoodie .

I had talked to him once when I was bit younger and it hadn't been bad , but Kiki didn't trust him one inch . He said his dad had died because of the hoodie man's friends , and then he ran away and told me to come back home with him . Normally I would listen , because Kiki was like a big brother to me . But this time I didn't .

The hoodie man was nice . He said Kiki was just sour because of a joke . I liked jokes , especially dad's , so I asked him if I could meet one of his friends . He looked really happy , and he said I could meet all of them at once! All I had to do was go into the sea and wait a little bit . I was very excited that it could be that simple to make new friends , so I ran straight to shore . I went a bit into the water , just my feet , and the cold felt really good . But then I heard Kiki behind me .

He told me to get out of the water , that it was dangerous . I tried explaining that I was just waiting for one of the hoodie man's friends , that I would be okay . Kiki might have been someone to get angry easy , but if he ever got scared then it meant something was very , very wrong . When I saw his face I understood that this was serious , so I started walking towards him and out of the sea , but then the tide went up .

Kiki grabbed me and threw me to the sand some feet away , but now he was the one stuck in the waves . I stretched my arm out to him , but then I saw the monster . It was like a giant eel... Ugly mermaid fusion , and it was circling Calvin like a snake . The water was really agitated and cloudy , and it started turning almost black , and then the mermaid monster grabbed Kiki from below . He screamed at me to run away , and this time I obeyed .

I wasn't looking where I was going , I just kept on running and running until I bumped into someone . The lady tried to talk to me but I was too scared to answer . She took my hand and tried to take me somewhere , but I didn't want to go . I don't know why , I just didn't . So she just grabbed a street phone and called you police people .

I'm sure my mama and auntie will be heartbroken , I can already imagine them crying when they never see Calvin again . But I don't know if I'll cry . Tears are salty water , and now , I hate salty water . And eels , and mermaids .

And I hate myself now too .

#tmc submandelaphobia au

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 10 months

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||The scars of memory; the jackal's beloved treasure||

Hi dears, Peahen mom is back but it's time for another drabble. I know still writing more but at least I'm getting back into it. So I hope you like this one. Lets get right into it.

||Drabble Summary||

Jaron and Melinda have been together for a while now and both are happy. Even from the bad times that's happened among their fractions. He only wished to show that she was the only one he loved.

However, over time, they have been spending more time together resulting that the others tell them to just be together with no worries about anything. So, what would happen if Jaron was able to express that even if Melinda felt worried due to her scars and bad memories? How can will he prove it? If you wish to know, read to find out.

||Warning||

~Gentle moments will be seen in this drabble

~Scars are seen and known of in this drabble

~First time NSFW is present in this

~This is pretty long so just a heads up

||Guests in drabble||

Jaron Jackal and a few from the DBT mentioned in this drabble belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths

Melinda brooks belong to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

A light rainstorm has rolled into the area of New York city while many were inside their homes watching the rain or just hanging out. Right now, DBT member Jaron Jackal was looking out from in a room as he was holding his girlfriend against him. Melinda brooks was from the cursed vixens fraction but the two of them were just hanging out together or to say having a short break from the recent events.

Ever since that happened, Jaron has been worried about her. Due to the events she was in. From the incidents that happened to her getting hurt. Thankfully, Ophelia was able to help her with the healing process even if she didn't bare much stitches she just only bare scars on her skin.

Melinda didn't mind it anymore but she only looks quiet while not liking how much she had to go through. From Megan, Sukuna, etc. It was like everything was against her. She shifts a bit that Jaron felt but keeps holding her while petting her head. However, he still had to be careful since she was still recovering.

So, seeing this, their fractions have given them both a order that they are to follow.

~~~~~~

"You want us to do what?" Jaron asked while holding a paper towel to look at Ink who was looking at him and speaking. The others in the DBT agreed with her.

"Yeah. I think you and Melinda deserve a break like everyone else. I know you been trying to keep up with watching her and helping her after that night. Though, maybe you need time away from all this...you know, like a small mini vacation. We had to put Rust in one and he's fine." she explains this to him but Jaron looks at the sink while he was just done washing up dishes.

"......Ink, I get what your saying but I-"

"Nope, that's an order Jaron. Besides, I already talked to Jinx about this and she wants Melinda to do the same. You and her been through enough and seen enough. We all can agree that you need to take time away from here for a while." she said with arms crossed but Jaron said nothing.

"Second, everyone else is doing the same thing. They are taking time off to do their own thing too. We were about to head out to do that. So, after your done, just go and be with Melinda. We will be fine for a while." Ink said. "Davion even offered to let you stay in one of his apartments together for a while till then. So please? At least take the offer and this break. We'll be fine! You don't have to come back until you both well rested." she smiled but Jaron looks to his team before he sighed.

"Alright alright, I'll take the offer. You guys didn't have to do this. I know everyone is taking the time to recover after what happened but still.."

"We will be alright, Jaron. Honest. Even our home chef deserves a well deserved break." Ophelia smiled to him but it seems they made their point.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So here he was on a small break with his girlfriend. They been here for a few days now and honestly, it was nice. Melinda was resting against him as they look out from the window but hearing the rain coming down was night. It was already the mid afternoon when the rain came but he looks down to her as she was looking at the rain still laying against him.

"...You still doing alright Melinda?" she heard his voice to blink, shifting a bit to give a light nod.

"I'm alright....I hope you don't mind me laying against you like this." she mutters but Jaron didn't mind it. He only held her closer that she was relaxing again.

"I don't mind. I'm just happy to know your alright....." he said seeing her lightly nod so the two went on watching the rain for a while longer. That did turn into a few moments before Melinda sits up but she looks to see the time. It was around 1:32pm in the afternoon. Jaron noticed then looks to her.

"..Is it time again?" he asked.

"....Yeah....you don't mind..d.do you?" she asked seeing him look silent but only shook his head.

"I don't mind. I rather help you out so it's fine. I'll get the cream for your back.." he said letting her go so she can get it. Melinda saw him leave before she sits up feeling her black hair cover her back. Due to the healing and the stitches being removed, she was able to wear a shirt to cover her back but she looks ahead while looking quiet. In a moment, Jaron came back with the jar and looks to her.

"I got it. Ready?" he asked seeing her nod but she turns to face away from him before he saw her carefully lifting up the back of her shirt to show her healing back. She did move her long black hair to the side for him. Like she stated, the stitches were gone but scars were present on her back. Seeing them made Jaron quiet but he didn't try to think too much of it. Remember what she went through that night and the old years before meeting her. She only looks ahead but she did cover her chest with the shirt. He opens the jar and went to work on carefully applying the cream ointment on her back.

She tenses with her biting her bottom lip due to the cold cream but it would help with the scaring. "Sorry sorry, I'll try to apply this as quick as possible.."

"N..No, no it's fine..just f..feels tingly is all. It don't hurt..just cold.." she sighed but Jaron keeps applying the ointment carefully but he didn't like seeing her so down because of it.

"Well, the good news is that your back is healing pretty well. Even though you still got some scaring and all Melinda." he said but she didn't mind it.

"....It's fine. Besides, the scaring tells me of what I been through...or at least reminds me that I can't always be nice to everyone because they might end up stabbing me in the back like she did." Jaron stops his fingers but heard what she said to look quiet.

"Melinda, you know what I told you right? Everyone has that chance to be helped. Megan ruined her chance and she ended up falling down to her own death."

"..I know but still..I felt so stupid...because I just wanted to help her. She didn't even listen to me when I told her she could walk away from what she went through..but she ignored that too." she mutters but her silver eyes were half way open while hearing the rain outside as Jaron looks to her worried.

"......."

"I thought I could help her, Jaron and yet she didn't listen to me. I only kept pushing myself trying to help her and yet, look where it got me. A scarred up back she inflicted on me to show that I'm a fool for even trying to help her. I should have listened to you and Rust when she-"

"Melinda, enough." he said but held the cream as the two remain silent but her upper part of her face was hidden while he sighed to lower the ointment.

"What did I tell you? That's in the past; just keep moving forward. Megan did this to herself even if you tried to help her. She put herself in that situation. I mean she even freaking tortured you to where she could have killed you. I know you wanted to try to help her but not everyone is like her. You can still help people with the gentle heart you have. Your always so kind and sweet. I know that myself because I've seen it plenty of times. I..." He looks to her back but he then looks to close the jar and set it aside.

"I should have done better myself. I knew you always want to help everyone out. Even me. You've done so much for everyone Melinda and yet, every day you live through your life with your team..and for others." He looks to gently rest his hand on her right hand that was resting on the bed they were sitting on in the room while she was using her left to hold the shirt to her chest.

"Besides, you already proven that. Your strong and sweet but even at times you have to understand their are some people that is like Megan. But not everyone." He said that Melinda looks quiet then looks at their hands.

"..Y...Yeah, I know. I still should have listened to you and Rust though. I'll just try to move on from it.." she mutters.

"Don't try; do just that. Move on and just be happy.." He said to look at her. "Be happy and just be yourself....." he said. "No matter what happens, nothing is going to change how I feel about you, Mel." he mutters that she looks ahead again as they were silent for a moment.

"..I..I know. Same for me too." she mutters as he looks to her and lifts her hand up to gently kiss the top of it then kisses her on the lips softly that made her blush. He hopes she knew that even if she was thinking. She feels him break the kiss then looks to him then away.

"Though....I know I look weird with the scars on me don't I? I feel like they are there to punish me in a way. Due to me being dumb.." she said but Jaron looks to her. "Or....I think so. My scars still show but that tells me or reminds me of my choices. Heh, I bet they are horrible looking aren't they?" she asked looking down.

"......Their not. They are healing Melinda which is good....most of them are not that bad." he said.

"You don't have to lie about it. They look weird..don't they?" she mutters.

"They don't....besides, no matter if you have scars or not, that won't stop me from loving you." he said but he rests a hand on her back as she tenses up feeling his touch.

"Besides, your scars show what you been through. The struggles you been through over time, Melinda. No matter what, I'll still love you with or without scars on you." he said but Melinda looks quiet to feel flushed a bit.

"I..I guess so but still....I feel like their.....weird." she mutters.

"Again, their scars but that won't change anything. Your still you Melinda." He said but she sighed to understand.

"O..Okay.." she mutters but as she was about to lower her shirt he stops her to make her blink. "???"

"Besides, I still love you. Or maybe I have to prove that." he said but she looked confused.

"I...you don't have to prove that. I believe you Jaron. I guess it's just me. Besides, how are you even going to prove...!?" as she was speaking, she felt something warm touch her back. She didn't move but felt warm kisses against the back of her neck.

"J..Jaron? W..what are you..d..doing?" she mutters but he didn't answer gently holding her but he didn't stop kissing her neck gently while holding her from behind.

"I told you before...your scars prove you got through the hard times when getting them. Your strong Melinda..I always know that. Even if your gentle and kind, your still strong to keep moving on...each one shows that." he said gently to her.

"B...but.."

"Besides, If I have to prove to you no matter what happens I'll always love you, I will. Even if you have these scars, your still loved. I love you with the scars or not." he said but she was flushed to look ahead.

"B..but you said that already and I believe you. I.." that's when she felt him kiss her neck again. She keeps her eyes closed as he was trying to be gentle. He didn't want to irritate her back when his hands slowly move down feeling the scars, this made her twitch a bit.

He felt the scars against his fingers but he was moving them as she bit her bottom lip shaking under his touch. It felt weird like some tingling sensation but she grips her shirt to look up feeling the kisses move down to her back while he held her.

She shook where she sits, trying to keep her body still but the kisses and his touches made her shake. Melinda tries to speak but she felt him kissing her back to arch her back away but he keeps her where she was.

"Haa...T...touching..t..touching f...feels mmm we..weird...your fingers a..are making my s..skin tingle...." she whispered to him but Jaron keeps leaving kisses to her back but only held her close.

"Just relax Melinda......" He keeps Melinda as close to him as possible before gently moving one hand up to touch her cheek.. He turns her head to face him before kissing her right on the lips.

She squeaks from the kiss but relaxed right away while they shared a gentle moment but she was shaking in his arms while whimpering. For a moment, he was touching her or moving his hand up from her stomach to her chest knowing another scar was over her heart as he breaks the kiss hearing her panting with soft moans mixed in.

"Haaa...hhaaa....." she closed her eyes while feeling him touch her but Melinda shook even more when he was kissing her neck again with more moans slipping past her lips. In a moment, she feels him move the other hand up to gently hold her hands that shake from their grip on her shirt. Jaron blushed himself but he carefully lowers her hands but her black hair was still covering the front of her chest.

She was trying to calm herself down, feeling her heart beating loudly in her chest to slowly feel him kiss her neck again. He gets a whimper like purr from her too. He tries to be gentle before moving from her neck to speak.

"Do you trust me, Melinda?"

She heard him ask but she looks down with her silver eyes half way open. "W..wha?" she hisses feeling him gently rubbing her sides but she grips the sheets only for him to look at her. It still felt so weird but her body was starting to burn.

"Do you trust me?"

"Haaa.....I..I do t..trust y..you.....I always trust you...b..but w..why a..ask m..me t..that?" she asked only to feel him hold her in his arms.

"Because I'm going to prove that your precious to me and someone I care for......so I hope to prove that to you." he said as she was shaking to slowly lean against him even if her eyes were dazed a bit.

"....T..then please.....please show me..." she whispered but he looks at her. "P..Please..." she was going to speak but he kisses her again while they remain on the bed together.

He'll prove it no matter what it takes.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #Peahen writer #Silver butterfly mun #Peahen mom #the mansion owner #the scars of memory; the jackal's beloved treasure #young adult au #Jaron Jackal #older jaron #melinda brooks #older melinda #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer

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aneenasevla · 2 years

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Devil's Food - Chapter 7

MasterList /Ayami’s Profile/Previous

Chapter 7- Toy

The next day was calm, and the next too. Apparently everyone knew that she had spoken to "the guy", so they looked at Ayami as if she had survived a massacre. She responded with smiles and soothing words.

“It's ok, nothing happened, relax” she said “it was just a conversation.”

It wasn't quite true, but as much as they worried about her, that was the standard answer. And after some time, that was kind of annoying. It only increased her subconscious fear of him, and if she wanted to survive, that wasn’t good.

Fusui continued to accompany her while she was on vacation, and took her up and down everywhere, apparently not wanting to leave her alone with anyone. Ayami interpreted this as being protective of her. At least she'd made a friend there, her first in a long time.

She wondered how long she'd had friends, since she'd started helping the family around the house… maybe she hadn't at all. Anyway, it was even a good thing, having someone to talk to in this new world of strange people.

The week went by smoothly, she was trying to help as much as she could, leaving the room clean and the clothes tidy, when Fusui wasn't there to call her to do things. The old women insisted that they took care of things, but she insisted back, claiming that she had nothing to do.

“If I'm going to do something, I do it being useful, not by mischieving” she smiled. The laundry ladies smiled back, and eventually left her do her thing.

Another morning, Fusui arrived with some papers.

“Can you look at this for me, Ayami? You're a lawyer, right, so I need to review some contracts and you're the closest available lawyer I have around.”

“Alright, let me see” she takes the papers, sitting in front of the table at lunch “hmm... this is a very complete contract, I'll have to really sit down and evaluate if the letters are in order.”

“I have until this weekend to give an answer, so we have time,” Fusui nods. “If you help me, maybe I'll help you get a job with Hollis or my uncle Horioh. They're always full of paperwork and bureaucratic stuff, so maybe you'll be useful.”

“Oh, I actually love office work and management, I'll do my best” she smiles, carefully putting the paper in the folder “I'll look at the paper and tell you if everything is ok.”

“Neato” Fusui smiles, continuing her lunch.

…

Ayami sat at a table in an open room near her own and, after leaning back and relaxing a bit, opened the folder, starting to read the documents. She was smiling, finally feeling her brain work a little after a little more than a week without even touching a piece of paper. She'd brought a pad and pen to jot down important things, and some sticky markers to organize.

Overall, they were standard administrative contracts, which she was relieved of. She didn't know if she was ready to get into the Assassination parts and those absurd details. But she soon spotted a few flaws here and there, jotting them down on the notebook and placing clear sticky notes on the paper, to demarcate.

Suddenly she feels a hand squeezing her shoulder.

“Aiie!!” she almost screams in fright, jumping up and throwing the pen. She hears a low laugh from a husky voice, almost like a hyena. The voice made her sigh. It was taking a while for him to show up.

“You really are an inattentive mouse” his head appear in front of her, upside-down.

She almost cower back due to his sudden appearance, but calms down. Asshole.

He rounds the table, and there he was, standing in front of her. He was looking at her with a very mischievous smile, it looked like the grumpy man from the other night had disappeared and a laughing twin had been replaced.

This surprised the lawyer a little, but hey, bipolarity was one thing, right? Would that happen to psychopaths like him?

“Good afternoon Mr. Raian” she glances at him, taking the pen back and straightening the papers “How are you doing today, better?”

“Hah, look how cute” he turns his head to the side “Ya worried about me?”

“Just being polite, in case you don't understand what it means” she elaborated on sarcasm “Worrying about you is from the third date beyond.”

“Wow, how cold…” he makes a mocking pout “it doesn't even look like we're committed” he sits down at the table.

“Yes we are, but It seems that we still can’t get along so well, or so I think.” She looks at him, taking her head away from the papers “Besides, You’re the one who should be worried, you almost choked me the other day”

“But I didn’t” He shrugs “You’re here and alive and being the mousie that pisses me off with every word you say.”

“At least you’re not indifferent to my presence”

He chuckles “That’s difficult, you occupy a lot of space”

“So do you” she smiles “you’re even larger than me”

“At least every inch of this can crush you, you softie” he frowns.

“At least every inch of me hugs better, oooh mighty superman” she smiles more.

“Hah, you can also crush someone, do you even look at the mirror?”

“You’re so weak for thinking I’m heavy?” she raises an eyebrow.

“You’re the weak one” he rolls his eyes “you can’t even stand for yourself for too long”

“Oh, you’re worried now?” Ayami smirked “How cute”

“One of us have to be, at least” he laughs, and then looks at the papers “And what's that?” he doesn't wait for an answer, he takes the paper and leafs through it.

“Hey!” she protests, although in a calmer voice than he expected “give it back, Raian, I'm still working on it.”

“A property contract!” He watches her get up to take it from him, but he stretches away from her, as she tries to take it “where did you steal this from, Mousie? Stealing is bad, you know?”

“I didn't steal, I was entrusted with this job, now let me work, okay?”

“I don't obey you” he pushes her away with one hand, away from the paper “I don't obey mice like you.”

She blinked, taking a step away from him. Ah, so that's what he wanted.

“Very well” she lowered her hands, sighing “I guess it can’t be helped” she went back to her place at the table and sat down “When your funny game is over, give me back the document, then I can finish analyzing it.”

He stopped, looking at her, the smile leaving his face, giving way to an intense confused expression before her serious face, her hands clasped in front of the table, twiddling her thumbs, patiently waiting.

“Huh. What is it now? Did you lose interest?” he starts waving the papers in front of her face “You give up easily huh? Don't want the paper? I’ll throw it in the trash…”

“Then Fusui will be mad at you, these documents are hers” she opens her eyes, but still half-closed at him “By the way, even if you throw them away, or destroy them, I won't be to blame, because everyone here knows who you are and they won't condemn me for having my documents stolen by the spoiled brat of the house.”

Her calling him that a second time seemed to hit him, as his pupils narrowed and her mouth twisted into a snarl. He lets go of his hand and the papers fall anyway, crumpling in front of her “okay, stay there with your papers. You suck, huh?” he gets up. She smiles, raising her eyebrows, a little mischievously.

“Huh. What is it now? Did you lose interest? You give up easily huh?”

He froze in place, his shoulders tensing, turning to her with the same fire in his gaze as before.

“Okay, calm down, I was just kidding. You may go” she waves her hand, feeling her cheeks heat up with sudden regret “it was a pleasure to see you today, Raian. Until later.”

He seemed to make a Herculean effort to turn his head back on track and walk away. Ayami could almost see the purple cloud following him. As he turned the corner into the house, out of sight, her body began to shake violently, turning pale, clutching her head in her hands and her elbows on the table.

God in heaven, what the hell had gotten into her? Hadn't she learned her lesson two days ago? Why would she tease the devil like that? And even more in the same game as him?!

Ayami, if you want to die, just tell him instead of playing with fire! He wasn't a fifth grader, he was a powerful, unapologetic fucking killer!

She had to control her breathing before it returned to normal. Heck, if things went on like this, chances are she wouldn't last long.

“Calm down, Ayami, calm down… the idiot is gone…” she thought to herself, “he can't bother you anymore for now.”

She took a deep breath, and looked at the papers. Crumpled, of course, but it was still salvageable. Less bad.

However, she took the things, took them off the table, and decided to continue her work in the bedroom. Enough meetings with the devil for now.

…

“Hey, Raian, there's a box here for you…” a young man arrived early in the morning, carrying a big box, full of “fragile” signs on it “what are you going to do with it…?”

“Curious you, huh?” Raian smiled, taking the box “relax, it's my new hobby, and that's all.”

“Are you raising snakes?” He raises an eyebrow.

“You want to know a lot, do you want to be bitten?”

“No, no, thanks” the boy blushes and leaves together “anyway, it's delivered.”

“I saw it, now fuck off” he closes the bedroom door. The boy makes a face, muttering something like “thank you, Henzo, he would say, but noooo…”

…

Ayami returns to her room after breakfast and finds a gift box on the doorstep. A note at the top, in pretty handwriting:

“Thought of you when I found this, hope you like it” And in the signature, a lightning bolt drawing and a letter N. Ah, clever signature. She smiled, but eyed the box suspiciously. In any other situation, she would have been gleeful and happy to receive a gift, but right now, she was in the middle of a village full of murderers, and she had seen too many horror movies to look at a gift packed in a pretty box and not imagine one. mangled head or a bunch of bloodied human limbs. But at least the note… this was surreal, especially coming from someone like him.

But he didn’t even bothered her in a couple of days by now… could it be…?

She weighed the pros and cons in her head, and decided to give the benefit of the doubt. She picked up the box, it was kind of heavy and seemed to have something fragile inside. What would it be…?

She sets the box on the table, holds the lid, and opens it. And immediately her eyes widen and she drops the lid with a thin squeal, seeing the contents, shivering from head to toe.

She hears a laugh outside, the typical hyena laugh.

“What the..!,” she exclaims, staring at the number of mice in the box. At least a dozen of them, just like those ones used for scientific experiments, whites with red eyes, squeaking low, curious.

She looked, calmer now, after the scare. Good thing they were all alive – aaarrgh… that idiot.

Raian continued laughing outside her door “hahahahahahahahaha, aaaaaaah, ahahahaha, I'm wheezing…” he was even breathless “I hope you enjoyed having your relatives at home, Mousie! Hahahahahaha…”

“Raian!” she exclaims, opening the bedroom door “I could have dropped the box…”

“Well, why not?” he was sitting on the floor “let your relatives know the house, hey, invite him for tea, take him to meet the clan…”

“Very funny.” She raises an eyebrow, not at all amused. Raian looked like he was having the time of his life.

Ayami looks at him, who was still laughing.

“Fuuck, you even screamed just like a mouse, I can't take it, damn it hahahaha” he stammered, in the evil laugh. And he didn't see when Ayami walked back into the house “you really are a mouse, holy shit…”

“Oh, that was a good idea, Raian…” she says, from within. Raian sits down.

“I know, it was great.”

“Oh, would you look at that!” she goes back to the door “Tanaka wants to meet you, look!” She throws a mouse on his lap. The assassin's laugh died instantly. And he jumped like he had springs in his legs, like a cat that got scared by a cucumber.

“AAARGH!” he yelled when the mouse grabbed his shirt “Whata-, get the fuck out of me!” he grabs the mouse and throws it away, the poor thing squealing in the distance. Now Ayami was laughing, the back of her hand on her mouth.

“Awww, you two get along so well…” she pouted, still chuckling. He looks at her, snarling, and she returns his gaze, even though she couldn't be half as intimidated as him “see how that's not funny, Raian? This is extremely childish of you.”

“I didn't throw a mouse at you!” he retorts, growling.

“I didn't give you a lot of them” she rolls her eyes “really, if you really wanted to scare me, it didn't work. Now seriously, either you get rid of these mice or they're going to cause disease out there.”

“Not me, the gift is yours” he leaves, annoyed, but still smiling “go fuck yourself”

“Oh you…” she grunts, he starts laughing in the distance.

“Come on, I want to see you manage to curse, mousie…” and then he leaves.

Ayami grunts, looking at the box. The rats were starting to make a ladder to climb up and out, she had to run to close it. Dammit, where could she get rid of them…?

So she has an idea...

…

“Oh how cuuuuuute!” some children in the village exclaimed when they saw her carrying the box in the courtyard, some even taking the mice out of the box to play with them “are they for us?”

“I don't know, guys… My fiancé gave me some but I can't take care of them… do you know people who work with them around here?”

“Yes, we can show them” a girl says “there is a boy who breeds snakes to get poison, on the other street, he might want more food for them…”

“Nooooo” another girl exclaims “how evil Kaii, I want one as a pet!”

“Oh, well, I suppose your parents won't let you keep them.” Ayami smiles.

“I'll ask Mom!” The child smiles and runs away. Others leave the mice in the box, and some take them. Ayami actually didn't care much, she could claim that they stole it from the box, and she wouldn't be blamed for the situation. She looked for the snake guy and left the box there, which he received with a smile on his face.

At least all that mess served for her to get to know more people in the village and not come off as some kind of pest spreader.

…

Raian crossed his arms, looking from afar, on top of the roof of one of the houses, the mousie delivering her relatives to be eaten by snakes. She didn't even see the humor in the thing, and she's already started to fight back. He looked at his shirt, there was a small hole in it from the animal's bite, thankfully he wasn't bitten too.

“What a pain” he grunts, watching her return empty-handed “do you see that's not funny, Raian? This is extremely childish” – he imitates her in a falsetto, under his breath “you're the dull one, mousie.”

But she reacted very differently than he thought. Usually women, the normal type, screamed and ran at the sight of rats. Maybe she really was a rat on the inside and that's why she didn't have a problem. He gave up playing for today, that damn mouse could wait.

…

One of the things Raian both liked and hated most was those idle moments between missions. Especially when they lasted more than a week and he wasn't injured. He would just stroll around on his motorcycle, but he could still be called to something, so it wasn't a good option when he was too far from the village.

And training with the younger ones was always a pain in the ass. The teachers, in addition to teaching poorly, congratulated the guys for the mediocre things they did, even when they couldn't do anything, "for the effort". He's already tried to say it but what he got in return was a "go away devil, they're not like you"... well, of course not, but that doesn't mean he had to approve of someone like that, who couldn't even twist a mannequin’s neck right.

So after working out alone for half the day, he found himself bored again. He didn't think much, just picked up his cell phone, checking messages. None, as usual, just shitty notifications from people who he didn't care about. Then he remembered someone he could punch and called.

“Raian,” was the voice on the other end. He seemed to be accompanied by the sound of some vehicle, on some journey.

“Hey, Son of a bitch. Where are you?” He smiles, happy to hear the familiar voice.

“I'm going into the woods, I won't be back for two weeks, so forget it.” he says with the biggest flat tone. Raian's smile faded.

“What… into the woods?! Did the food at home vanish, you bottomless pit?” the assassin asks indignantly. Ohma was an idiot with a Tarzan spirit, of course he was going to do that. Had the bakery auntie kicked him out or something…?

“No, the guys called me to train first.” the seaweed-head speaks. Raian hears a rumble beside him, some voices, and he understands. Ah, so he was going camping. He had said that he had gone with his girlfriend to the bakery the other year, so they may be repeating the experience. He felt like laughing, just him going into the woods with his girlfriend… he started to laugh, already imagining possible results.

“Hahahaha, ok, go play bear with your wife, maybe you'll come back with…”

“It's not with Kanami” Ohma answers, still with the same tone of voice. Raian's smile faded again.

“No? Come onnnn, now I'm pissed because you didn't call me!” although he wasn't a big fan of camping, but still.

“Nobody wants you, motherfucker, only I can bear you.” Raian heard some sounds of laughter on the other side, or at least he thought he did, the moving vehicle wasn't helping.

The assassin rolled his eyes “Heh, okay, go play with your weaklings then, fuck you” he hangs up, suddenly upset.

Crap. Back to square one.

He wandered around the outskirts of the village, looking for what to do, or what to undo, or, don't know, a brand new roof to throw stones at. For some reason his feet took him to a different side than usual, and he ended up on the side where some of his lesser cousins lived...

He stopped walking along the cobblestone path when he saw little Mousey walking down the corridor of one of the houses with some papers in a folder, towards the refectory. Fusui had been around there a lot lately, so that was probably where the Mouse was living. He watched her arrive at the cafeteria and find his sister, they already seemed to be very good friends, by the way they talked. The Mouse handed the papers to Fusui and apparently gave some notes too, and they nodded to each other, smiling. Hn… True, Fusui had said that she was finding a house for herself, so this must be the property contract the mouse was reviewing. She'd said she was a lawyer, it made sense.

And it also made sense for her to be a lawyer, because that wrench was a damn debater. It was worse than the Tokita's redirection attacks, especially when he couldn't find a way to fight it back.

But that doesn't mean he would never know how to do it. He prided himself on always learning new moves, after all.

His sister waved at Ayami, and she nodded, bowing. Too polite, this creature, she even looked like she was hiding things behind that porcelain facade and big eyes. She had to have something, she wasn't perfect, damn it, he wasn't himself, even though he learned the hard way, long time ago.

She started to walk away, and he followed. Again, not attentive to the surroundings at all. Raian felt like he could follow her to the end of the world and she would never even notice he was there. This was somewhat irritating, too easy of a prey and he couldn’t even touch…

His thoughts stopped when she started to sway as she walked, moving her arms in some rhythm, he could hear her humming something, a melody. Her feet shot up in heels, tiptoeing even in her bare feet. She whirled, in a pretty well known ballet move, then her leg lifted up at a wide angle…

Now. Who knew that the fat mouse was flexible...

She suddenly stopped and looked straight at him. Raian stopped short, a little confused. Huh, had he spoken out loud?

“Ah” she straightens, expression suddenly hardening “Hello, Raian.”

His face immediately hardened in response, as if he was automatically getting ready to fight “Hello Mousie…” he felt the corners of his smile rise as he approached “I was already starting to worry if you were going to start drilling holes in the wooden floor with these feet…”

“You are clearly heavier than me. If it can handle you, then it can handle me perfectly.” She raises an eyebrow. He laughs.

“At least my toes give less pressure” she continues to walk, and he follows her “Go on, pretend you didn’t see me, it was fun to see…”

“No” something in the hard way she said it made him grunt inwardly “you weren't supposed to see it.”

“Why not? Besides, who wouldn't? You're perfectly easy to find.”

“It's good that you come to see me often. At least you’re interested in moving things forward.”

“Pfff… as If!” he scoffs “and distorting things is my job, Mousie. Even more so when things involve flesh and bones. Which I know you have in abundance.”

“Oh so you like meat, good to know.”

“Kind of hard not to appreciate it when it's swinging right in front of me.”

She turns around, staring at him, her brow furrowed, her face red, and her huge eyes staring at him as if wanting… nothing, because her angry expression really didn't make him feel anything but laughter. That frown wouldn't even threaten Fusui's teddy bears.

“Oohh… you're angry, are you? I'm duly scared.” he smile in sarcasm.

“You really don't have anything else to do, do you?” Her voice had gone up half an octave.

“If I had, do you think I'd be chasing mice?”

“Then go hunt a mouse and let me get on with my life.”

“Nyom.” He smiles, speaking wrong on purpose. She snorted.

“Okay, so admire some more. At least you're my fiancé, not some other stranger.”

He chuckled, moving closer to her purposefully. He knew it would make her uncomfortable. “So I'm no stranger to you. Where did you know me, oh, wise mousie?”

“I've been here for at least three weeks and we've been talking for more or less a week, Mr. Raian. I'd be an idiot if I didn't notice things.” She takes a step back, he takes one closer.

“For example?”

She rolls her eyes “that you really are an inconvenient man who clearly doesn't want to know me, and decided to pester me just for fun. One day you will get tired of messing around, and what will happen to me?”

“What will it be?” he makes a point of looking her in the eyes “What will happen? Not curious to know?”

“No. Because I'm not your toy.”

“We'll see, Mousie” he smiles. She frowned again. Oh, that's better. This time he came more prepared to argue, and he was happy to hear that she was speechless at least once “And…who says I don't want to know about you?” he raises an eyebrow “I just asked several things.”

“Difficult to assimilate something when it comes among a machine gun of silliness.”

“Hahahaa, good, I'll use this one” he nods “but here goes the first one: so you dance, huh?”

She widens her eyes, blushing, and looks away “Yeah, I practiced ballet in my school days. I still exercise from time to time, satisfied?”

“Oh really? It doesn't seem to work so well.”

She grunts, and then raises an eyebrow too.

“You're too interested in my extra curves, want to buy it?”

“No, you’re already due to be mine anyway, I don't need to buy.”

She closes her mouth, still blushing, and looks away. He smiles more. Ah, the sweet taste of victory… until she trembles slightly, her hand over her mouth, her cheeks swelling, and she starts to giggle, building in volume.

His smile withered. Was she… was she laughing?

What the...

“Hahahahaha… true, that” she looks at him, and smiles. He was confused “I'm glad to hear you're interested in me, Raian.”

“Ehhh… no?” He frowns.

"Stop denying it, you just said yes." She smiled a little wider, making dimples in her face.

“I didn't say any of that” he squinted his eyes, wrinkling his mouth too “I said you’re going to be mine, not that I want it.”

“Alright, if you don't want…” She shrugs, turning to leave.

It reminded Raian of what Hollis had said, so he quickened his pace and stopped in front of her, nearly causing her to bump into him.

“You see it? You don't want to know anything about me either” his hands were in his pockets, he tilts his head to come face-to-face with her “we're even.”

“I know a few things about you, yes.”

“Oh you do?”

“Of course”

“Prove it”

She looks into his eyes. It was unnerving how he managed to stare at her without blinking for at least almost a full minute. She averted her eyes, closing them, and shrugged.

“Nah, it's not worth it” she said categorically “if you'll excuse me, Raian, I was going to retire to my room to study, unlike you, I have something to do now…”

She was walking past him when he grabbed her arm and pulled her up against the wall. She gasps as he slams his open hand right next to her head against the wall.

“Prove it,” he repeats, looking into her eyes, bringing his face to hers, menacingly. She looked back at him, her eyes had a mixture of fear, he saw her shoulders tingle. He wanted to smile in satisfaction as he felt her heart race.

Yes, little mouse, be afraid… give up on me.

But her expression took an unexpected turn as her cheeks gained color rather than lost it, and she cleared her throat, straightening her shoulders.

“Well…” she said, as if trying to concentrate “besides what everyone here already knows... I know you don't usually use firearms, in fact, no weapons at all. I know that you read and speak english... and…” she looks at him from the bottom up “You also have a sweet tooth.”

“And who told you all this? Fusui?”, he presses. He would have to shut that rag mouth he had as a sibling...

“No” she seemed to blush more “I know all this, because… you read the contract I was reviewing, that was in English. To know what it was, you would have to have read and understood in a deep level… about the weapons, Fusui smells of gunpowder in her hair when she comes back from missions, you've never smelled anything but maybe a little of iron and soap, besides, you don't have any gun-wielding only bearing, your whole body is worked out for hand-to-hand combat… now… about the sweets…” she reaches a hand carefully to his face, she takes out a sprinkle of his chin “this and your breath smells like chocolate today.”

He looks at the sprinkle as if she'd pulled a louse out of him, and finally pulls his face away from hers. Did that mouse know all this from observation? He'd only seen that kind of intelligence in Yakuza’s bosses, or other serial killers, like him.

Okay, that surprised him. But the devil forsake if he ever would say that.

“Allright, Miss Sherlock Mouse” he finally speaks, but still with his hand on the wall “looks like someone here is really obsessed, and it's not me” and smiles when she blushes even more.

“No…” She wanted to look away, but then she looks at him “W-well m-maybe I am.”

“Oh? So you confess?” For some reason his ego inflated at that moment.

“If you know the enemy and know yourself…”

“... ‘You do not need to fear the outcome of a hundred battles.’ I know that, is from Sun Tzu, The Art of War.” He nodded. Of course she was going to mention that...

“But I like to add something else…” when she saw that he was interested, she continued “that bit would be ‘… but, get to know your partner better than anyone else, so you can surprise him and keep the fire lit every day’...”.

At that he widened his eyes, a little flustered, freezing in place.

Seeing that he didn't move, still staring at her, she smiled a little shyly “Yeaahhh… I think I’ll go…” she managed to get out of his grip and ran away, her face a deep crimson. He wanted to go after it, but he couldn't.

He was too busy trying not to react and keeping his body in check.

“Ugghn…” he growled, shaking with rage at how the tables have turned “Damn Mousiie…I’m gonna catch you someday…”

Next Chapter Here

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When It's Over

Chapter 8: Wildflower

Anna found herself the first one awake in the house. She decided to make coffee for herself and Chris.

She was busy getting the machine to warm up the water when she heard Chris’s heavy footsteps come into the kitchen, he was dressed fully and Anna realized she was still in her *Pj’s* comprised of shorts and a raggedy t-shirt from The Chicks concert she attended years ago.

“Thanks for making coffee,” he said and sat down.

“I thought it's the least I could do after you let me stay over and fed me.” She laughed. Something about his demeanor made her not as self-conscious, she really felt like she had made a friend in Chris.

He chuckled. “It’s the least I could do, I know you would deny it to anyone else, but you saved my ass back in Dulvey.”

She almost spits her coffee out. “You’re right, I think that's bullshit.” She looked at the time on her phone. “Oh shit, I better get my ass in gear.” She said putting her cup down and running upstairs.

Chris just laughed silently. He could get used to this, when was the last time he had someone he genuinely enjoyed in the same house as him?

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Hound Wolf met up at the base to depart on a smaller aircraft. The group could not fly commercially due to the precarious nature of the Winters’ situation.

The rest of the squad groaned about how small the private aircrafts were and how cramped they all would be.

“At least it’s just going to be us, its not like we have to ride with a bunch of other people.” Anna tried to remain positive. Smaller aircraft made her worry;even though she faced death on a daily basis, she knew there was an increased risk of crashing in a private aircraft.

Anna prayed during entire flights and always kept her head between her knees during flights or buried in a book with heavy headphones on.

The flight was silent until they began experiencing some rough conditions due to the weather.

This was Anna’s first time experiencing such rough turbulence in such a small plane. The team was shaken up, and Anna had almost fallen out of her seat.

“What the Fuck!” The words slipped out of her mouth, she was terrified.

Everyone started to laugh at her, and night howl spoke up.

“Scared of flying much?”

“You have no idea, I just can’t wait to get out of here.”

The team landed in Nova Scotia safely and without further incident.

They were ushered into a small “Camp” where they set up their base. It was a decommissioned Canadian Military encampment from WW2 that BSAA had converted into a small armory and lodging for short term stays.

“Is it true? It’s only us here? Does that mean everyone gets their own room?” Canine said excitedly.

Anna giggled over Canine’s sudden change in behavior, it reminded her of an excited child going on vacation for the first time.

Alpha smiled. “Yup, we do.”

The rest of the squad seemed excited as well, not having to share personal quarters like normal.

The team got busy putting their things away. They didn’t have to officially start working with the Winters family until the next day.

Anna couldn’t help but shiver, even though it was early October, the weather was less than accommodating to her natural cold nature.

When she “fluffed” up her room as much as she could and couldn’t bare to be alone any longer she made her way into the small common area. She found the rest of the team had already made themselves comfortableand were enjoying themselves.

She noticed someone had made sure to pack “the necessities” as they were all drinking.

Anna approached the group feeling like an outsider. Even though she was a part of the team on paper, she felt like the weird kid sister coming to crash the party.

Lobo was the first to notice her. “Heyy Bambi!” He said slurring his words a bit. “We were wondering when you’d wander out here.”

Umber eyes raised his drink to greet her and Tundra smiled.

She noticed Alpha hadn’t entered the “party” yet either.

Anna sat in an empty chair just outside the group, close to the hallway. “Who brought the alcohol?” She asked innocently.

“Everyone brings their own poison, it’s become tradition really.” A warm baritone sounded behind her.

Alpha was dressed casually, in a simple cotton t-shirt that fit him well.

Anna felt lonely in the crowd again. “Oh I’m sorry y’all, I didn’t bring anything.” She said moving to retreat back to her room.

Alpha’s warm, large hand rested gently on her back preventing her from retreating.

“There’s a reason no one told you, we wanted to celebrate!” Tundra said, bringing her a drink.

“Lighten up kiddo,” Umber eyes said jovially. “We’re happy you’re here.” He toasted the drink that was now in her hand.

She took a sip of the drink and immediately made a face. It was strong.

Everyone started to laugh and she couldn’t help but smile either.

Much to everyone and her own surprise she downed the drink.

“How about shots? I wanna see if y’all can keep up with me!” She said, face turning red. Anna knew she was a lightweight, she just wanted to give hound wolf a show. She knew that they were safe to get belligerently drunk with.

The night progressed with Lobo teaching Anna how to salsa to Celia Cruz.

“You can keep up really well, Gringa.” Lobo joked with her.

“You sound surprised.” She joked

The closeness of another body made her feel amorous, it must have been the alcohol.

The music came to an end; Lobo kissed her hand playfully while the team cheered and wolf whistled.

The team kept drinking while Anna decided to slow down a bit. She felt fluid and warm, like she was waying around in a warm pool of water.

She felt herself start to fade in and out while Umber Eyes and Night Howl had a heated discussion about which sports team was the best.

She looked around the room with heavy lidded eyes and noticed Canine, Lobo and Tundra retelling a story to Alpha about some kind of incident that happened while he was away.

Everyone looked so happy and seemed so normal. She almost had to remind herself that they were all soldiers that would and have seen unspeakable horror.

She thought of Bunny and how they all used to get together like this, laughing dancing and just enjoying life. She would never have those moments again and now she was another person that would just exist only in memory.

Anna felt her cheeks start to dampen due to the tears that started to fall involuntarily.. She looked around quickly and realized if she left quickly no one would realize she was crying.

She got up and left for her room, her body swaying due to the liquor in her system. She reached her quarters and left the door open, she flopped down on her bed and put her pillow over her face.

She hadn’t heard the heavy footsteps of Alpha following her into the room. He rapped on the door frame with his knuckle.

She shot up from the bed faster than she should of, and fell backward due to the lack of balance. He quickly caught her.

“Hey, it’s okay, I just came in here to check on you. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“Oh yeah, i’m fine!” She lied.

“I saw you leave the common room pretty fast, I wanted to make sure you weren’t throwing up back here. I’m kind of bummed you aren’t, I’m down $20 now.” He joked with her.

“Oh, thanks Asshole, y’all are taking bets on me now?” She hit him with her pillow and he feigned being in pain.

“How dare you hit your superior ma’am? I’ll have you know thats a serious infraction!”

“Self defense!” She joked and fell back on the bed.

“So…” he said hesitantly.

“You want me to talk about Bunny.”

“Not necessarily, I noticed you did look upset. When you left though,”

“Oh shit do you think the rest of the team noticed? They already think i’m a lightweight, I dont want them to think i’m a fragile little flower too.” She groaned.

“You aren’t a fragile little flower, you’re more like a wildflower. Resilient, grows in any condition, and you pop up everywhere.” He chuckled.

Anna laughed so hard, she felt the heaviness leave her body. Chris smiled as he looked on.

“Sounds like me I guess.”

The two felt into comfortable silence.

“Your friend, she’ll a;ways be apart of you, you know. The memories never leave, those things are the most persistent of all.”

Anna shifted her weight and laid her body down on her side. She rested her head into her hand.

“Being in the room, laughing, reminded me of all the times we would hang out in our apartment and drink till sunrise. I feel guilty for enjoying myself so soon after her passing, I should be mourning.” Her nose had that familiar burning sensation from when you hold back tears too hard. “What kind of selfish person am I?”

Chris sat himself down on her bed gently, she felt the weight of his body form to the mattress.

They locked eyes.

“Mourning doesn’t have to look like tears, she wouldn’t want you to be sad to honor her memory, Anna.”

“In my heart, I know that’s true. I just keep thinking of how awful the circumstances of her death were. How can I be here enjoying myself when her killer is out there?”

Chris let out the air though his nose and put his elbows on his knees. He let his palms cradle his head and he looked at her thoughtfully.

“You know, when I thought Jill had died, I spent all of my time chasing down every lead, no matter how small to avenge her death.”

Anna shifted, looking him in his eyes intently to signal she was listening.

“I let it consume every part of my life, to the point where all my life was hunting down Wesker. When Sheva and I finally rescued Jill, I thought a weight would lift off my shoulders. It was the exact opposite. I was so scared of losing her again I pushed her away.”

Chris’ eyes started to glisten.

“When we ended things, you know what she said?”

Anna shook her head.

Chris took in a deep, shaky breath, “She said that she couldn’t move on and heal because I hadn’t. I was mourning her like she had died, because to me she had. She needed to live and I was holding her back.”

He disguised wiping his tears as pinching the bridge of his nose but Anna saw through it.

It must have been the liquid courage, but she leaned up and kissed him on the forehead.

Before Anna had time to realize what she had done, Chris took the opportunity to gently grab her by the nape of her neck and kissed her lips.

Anna intertwined her fingers in his short hair and pulled him closer.

He began to move his hand to her hip, lifting her shirt slightly so he could feel her soft warm skin.

The moment was short lived as Anna thought she heard someone close by, and in response pulled out of the kiss and tried to straighten herself up.

Chris fixed himself and sat up straight.

“I’m sorry Anna, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Anna looked down, flustered. “You’re right, I think it was just the alcohol.”

Chris smiled weakly at her. “I think you’re right. I’ll leave you be, have a good night.”

“You too.” She said and he walked away.

“It’s for the best,” she thought to herself. “I don’t want to mourn you too.”

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bookswithahintofsarcasm123 · 1 year

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Love and Other Words

8/10 "I haven't been living without him. I've been merely surviving."

☆INFO☆ Get someone who loves you like Elliot and Macy love each other. When Macy was 10, her dad bought a vacation house after her Mom died of cancer due to her Mom's request. There, she becomes best friends with Elliot Petropoulous, where every weekend they spend time reading, talking, playing and growing inseparable. But something happens which drives them apart, causing them to not talk for years until they run into each other by chance 11 years later. Told through alternating timelines, it's revealed what really happened that drove them apart all those years ago. The question is, can they really get back together after learning the full truth?

💜REVIEW💜 I know it's basically winter right now, but this book transported me to lazy summer afternoons spent at a vacation house with my soulmate, even though that's never happened to me 💀. This book felt so immersive, since it really sucks you into the past lives of these characters living in that summer house with all those years spent pining over each other. The relationship between Elliot and Macy felt so deep, intimate, and special. They aren't only best friends or lovers, they're everything to each other. The best way to describe them is that they're soulmates and their bond is so beautiful and touching. I genuinely felt like I was intruding on something during some of the romantic scenes, even though these characters are literally words on paper 😀. I also appreciate how the MC's fiance wasn't a jerk, he was just an okay guy, and they weren't very into each other.

Now, though this book was great, I didn't completely fall in love with it like most people did, though it was still very good. There was also this scene towards the end that reveals why they separated for so long, and though it reveals everything, I feel like it could've been handled so much better, and it would've been nice if they handled what happened differently.

SPOLIERS BELOW

When it reveals what happened that drove them apart, it reveals Elliot slept with Emma since he thought it was Macy while he was very drunk. However, it is obvious that Emma raped him, since he had no clue what was going on and was drunk. He even mentions that he couldn't be intimate with a woman for years without breaking down, which heavly implies there was no consent in the act. This, however, was basically brushed to the side and barely ever talked about, which annoyed the hell out of me since it could've been a good way to talk about male sexual abuse. I have seen on Christina Lauren's Instagram account that they will touch on Elliot's sexual assault in the next book, which is good. However, I wish they would have addressed it more instead of brushing it aside.

Either way, this is the perfect book for people who hate winter and just want to get into the summer feeling early. It's me. I'm people.

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kaladinstormsblessed · 11 months

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i am in boston which means i am nearly home! scotland was good but i am. exhausted mentally physically and emotionally. since april 24th i have returned to pa, gotten violently sick with a stomach bug, taught my silly little pompeii class, attended more end of semester events than i thought possible, socialized so much, started working in the library again, agonized over my conference paper, gave my conference paper, and spent 10 days in scotland. i am ready to. calm down and relax, especially since things will be picking up soon. i think my dad's death is finally starting to set in (my mom and younger sister are on a vacation that they had planned with him and my mom said he had actually seemed excited about it and was making plans for it, which he rarely did) and june is going to be a rough month (in 18 days, my dad's birthday, father's day, and my parent's anniversary) in addition to my regular summertime sadness etc. the exhaustion is really existential and bone deep at this point - i'm so tired and yet i have so much work to do. so i'm going to try and keep! it! simple! i give myself permission to be sort of a hermit for the next several days as i recover (except for therapy tomorrow :/ and maybe sunday bc m did offer to do something for my dad's birthday). i think i will use tomorrow as a reset day - therapy in the morning then laundry and maybe groceries/cooking. i may then sneak into campus bc i want to see if i can set myself up in a different study space on campus - our library is open stupid hours this summer and so i want to see if i can find another place to work. i will unfortunately want to move all of my stuff 🙃 after that, it's down to work.

prelim stuff

focus needs to be on finishing my notecards and essays. sacrifice is in pretty good shape, so it's really the other three: need to add some stuff to my homer essays and finish going through both commentaries for all seven books; need to tweak my pompeii essays; and then need to finish my flash cards for jerome. i will then want to spend a little bit of time each day studying.

i am also eyeing the possibility of renting a place in like. maine or connecticut while i'm taking my exams. this may be literally impossible but i want to explore the option. it would be so nice to be unreachable and have a nice little place on the water somewhere cool.... august is such a disgusting month.

diss stuff

going to ease into this! will reread all the letters in english and make a reference doc with notes and decide which to tackle in the latin first. i should also go back and look at my prelim notes for this and start getting some questions rolling. i need to remind myself that i only have two months since august will be all prelims. goal is to have something to my advisor when i touch base and confirm my prelims in early july and then right before i dig into my exams in august. ideally this would be the bare bones of a proposal.

american school

ugh a whole lot here. need to confirm i can sublease my apartment and find someone to take my place (fingers crossed j has found someone for me). need to confirm that my birth certificate is getting its apostille. need to do a whole bunch of paperwork some of which is probably going to be late (i don't have a pcp like a clown...if i die i die). i also need to confirm my visa appointment and what all i need (big things will be my letter and my flight). i will also need to completely redo my wardrobe which i hate but it'll be a good excuse for me to get rid of a whole lot of shit. don't need to go too wild but need good hiking boots and pants etc.

professional development

my only goal here is to have something for oxford patristics since it only happens every four years. that abstract isn't due until the end of august and i'm hoping something will spark in my diss research. i can also tentatively look at the roman baths and agency conference although that might be a bit much. i also want to keep an eye on a couple other things. i realized that i count as a medievalist in some circles (which...why) but means i should keep an eye on imc and kalamazoo. i might also want to submit the paper i just presented to naps (the hard thing is i will be in greece and am unsure if i'll be able to get away - but it's probably worth applying for). also pay attention to vagantes and see if i qualify for that.

there's also a conference at penn june 20th-22nd that touches on a lot of my research interests (and has multiple people i know and/or are getting cited in my sacrifice prelim) that i should attend.

mlsn

python class starts next tuesday! i cannot forget that! i need to email and ask a couple questions but hopefully this will be a more relaxed class bc i will not be lecturing the whole time.

exercise

i need to start doing yoga again! maybe i'll start at 3x per week. i also want to do physical therapy and walk for 60 mins every day. this is tricky bc it's already so hot. doing it after dark makes sense but when i'm home i'm home. i want to try and start getting up early (like 5ish?) so early morning maybe? idk to think on.

other stuff

i am feeling very socialized and overstimulated so i need to make sure i don't completely bury myself in the sand here. i have an invite from one of the first years to grab ethiopian food next week and plans to work out daddy issues with a couple of other folks on father's day. and i should keep up with trivia and try and make sure bingo with s happens. i would also love to get down for a phillies game and some other fun stuff in the city! i can think about this more but rn it's okay if i ignore people for awhile! i am feeling very overwhelmed!

this is. a lot. but it'll be okay! i will be glad to be back home and getting into some sort of routine.

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