#i didnt teach that one though i just let him pull his feet back whenever he wanted during nails until he realized he was in control of when

[yellowsuitcase]

Pansy’s Plot // Draco Malfoy

Request: hi there!! I just wanted to say i absolutely adore your writing, and was wondering if you could write something where the reader and draco are dating but pansy is jealous so she lies and makes draco think you cheated on him but in actual fact you didnt and it’s just super angsty and then fluffy. The prompts i chose were 94, 85, 55, 14, 1 and 34 of course i don’t mind at all if you don’t want to use them or leave a few out :)

A/N: Hello! Sorry this took so long to get written, but I wanted to make sure it was good so I took my time. Also, my arthritis was making writing a very painful process, with that being said, I likely won’t post anything else this week until the weekend because I need to rest my hand. But I hope you enjoy this and to the person who requested, I hope it’s everything you wanted! Side note, I did change some of the prompts to fit the story and I didn’t use 55.

Summary: Pansy tricks Draco into believing his girlfriend (Y/N) cheated on him with Blaise. Angst and fluff follow.

Warning(s): Swearing, physical beating up/hitting, non-consensual kissing/touching

Word Count: 4.6k

Prompts (list): 1, 14, 34, 85, 99

Y/N trudged into the Great Hall, looking miserable. She’d just had the worst potions class of her life. Snape had been teaching them how to make a memory potion, but she had mistakenly added the powdered sage before the stewed mandrake, causing the brew to bubble violently and splatter her Slytherin robes with putrid yellow liquid. It didn’t help that along with having unflattering stains, she now smelled like rotten roses. 

As she dragged herself to the Slytherin table, she felt stares on the back of her head. She rolled her eyes and positioned her chin over her shoulder, instantly zeroing in on the Ravenclaw boy who was pointing his thumb at her and laughing with his mates. With a discreet flick of her fir wood wand, Y/N sent the boy’s noodles flying onto his face with a loud splat. She smirked to herself while tucking her wand back into her pocket. She continued walking and took her place at the table next to her boyfriend. 

“Hello, Draco,” she said sweetly as she plopped down onto the bench. Her boyfriend looked up from his meal.

“Bloody hell, Y/N. Where have you been? And what happened to you?” he asked, his face scrunching up in disgust. It took everything in his willpower not to slide away from his potion covered girlfriend.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late. I fucked up in potions. Don’t worry, though, I’ll get cleaned up after I have my lunch. Besides, I hardly see you anymore with O.W.Ls coming up. I didn’t want to skip out on you,” she explained, shifting her gaze from the food in front of her to Draco's distasteful looking face. 

“What, Malfoy? You don’t like the smell of a failed memory potion?” she questioned while playfully leaning closer to him. Draco couldn’t take it anymore; he scrambled to scoot away from her. This made Y/N begin to giggle. She pushed her head behind her ear and batted her eyelids mockingly. 

“Why won’t you give me a kiss, love?” she asked with pouty lips, her hands making grabbing motions at the blonde boy. He opened his mouth to speak but was promptly interrupted by a snooty voice from across the table. 

“Perhaps it’s because you smell worse than a dirty house-elf, Y/N,” sneered Pansy Parkinson, a dark-haired Slytherin girl who was particularly nasty. Draco watched as Y/N’s back straightened, and her angry eyes flickered to the hard-faced girl. He knew this look well, considering she’d given it to him quite a few times throughout their two-year relationship. If it had been anyone else receiving Y/N’s glare, he might’ve felt a bit scared for them. But this was Pansy, and not many were fond of her.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Parkinson. But please, by all means, let’s hear your thoughts. Frankly, I didn’t think you had any up in that empty head of yours,” Y/N retorted, her voice calm and collected. Pansy’s face went redder than a tomato. She angrily stood up from her seat, leaving her untouched sandwich sitting on the table as she stormed out of the hall, her hair swishing behind her.

Y/N scoffed. “What a wanker. Honestly, hasn’t she got anything better to do?” she questioned, voicing her irritation. Draco slid close to his girlfriend and gently put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them firmly. He felt the tension begin to leave her muscles.

“Don’t let her get to you, love. It’s only Parkinson. Since when did you get so worked up over what she says?” Draco asked. 

Y/N remained silent. Truth be told, Pansy had been tormenting her for nearly a month now. Her usual snide remarks had never caused much of a ruse within Y/N before, but that was until she’d started attacking her and Draco’s relationship. Whenever Y/N would say goodnight to Draco and head up to the girls’ dormitory, she would be greeted by Pansy sitting next to her snotty friends. They’d sit on their beds and snicker when Y/N walked in. They’d always say things like, “You know, Draco only likes you because you’re easy,” or “He pities you, Y/N.” Not to mention all the times they'd called her a slag. At first, she was able to ignore it. But after numerous weeks of hearing such degrading and hurtful words, she’d begun to believe them. 

Telling Draco wasn’t an option. Y/N was ashamed; she didn’t want Draco to be disappointed in her for letting Pansy get to her. The look on his face if she told him would be too much to stomach.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, babydoll?” Draco asked. His girlfriend’s silence was concerning him. Y/N turned to him and forced a smile onto her lips. “Nothing,” she assured him, “I’m fine.”

Draco looked skeptical but dismissed his worry and leaned in for a quick kiss. Y/N kissed him back, but after a few moments, she pulled away. “I’d better go get cleaned up before Transfiguration. McGonagall wouldn’t be pleased if I came in like this,” she laughed while gesturing to her soiled uniform. Draco smiled and nodded. 

“I’ll see you in the common room after dinner, yeah?” he asked as Y/N stood up from the table and pushed her hair out of her face. She willed herself to look up and shake her head, yes. Her boyfriend still looked apprehensive. “See you then,” she choked out as she spun on her foot and made haste to leave the Great Hall. 

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Later in the school day, Y/N was leaving her last class, Herbology, and was walking through the mysteriously empty corridors, the thought of a relaxing bath filling her head, when she ran smack into someone. She nearly toppled over from the impact, but the person she’d bumped into quickly seized her arm and pulled her close to their chest. Y/N instantly felt uncomfortable and pushed herself off of the tall figure. Upon looking up, she saw that Blaise Zabini had been the one to save her ass from hitting the floor. She’d never been one to forgo manners as many other Slytherins did, so she nodded her head and said, “Thanks, Zabini.”

He smirked down at her, his white teeth showing. “No problem, sweetheart,” he purred. A cold shudder ran down Y/N’s spine. She didn’t like this situation one bit; however, when she tried to distance herself and Blaise, he grabbed her upper arm and tugged her towards him. She found herself once again pressed up against the boy’s chest. 

“Where you going, babydoll?” he asked. Bile rose up from Y/N’s stomach. When Draco called her babydoll, it was cute, but when the word fell from Blaise’s lips, she felt thoroughly sick. She wiggled her arm, trying desperately to remove it from his grasp. But it was to no avail. His fingers were wrapped around her bicep so firmly she could practically feel the bruises beginning to form.

Y/N continued to struggle against him. “Let go of me, you prat,” she grunted. Blaise didn't heed her words; instead, he stared at something behind her. Y/N looked over her shoulder, but before she had the chance to register who was there, Blaise took her chin in his fingers and forced his lips onto hers. Y/N squealed in shock and tried to use her free arm to push Blaise off. She felt fear overtake her entire body as she fought hard to get out of his clutches. But the boy was too powerful. Luckily for Y/N, she remembered what her father had always told her to do if a male ever tried to violate her. Hit him where it hurts. Without a moment's hesitation, she lifted her foot and rammed her knee into Blaise’s crotch with as much force as she could muster. 

He grunted painfully and instantly let go of her, his hands flying to protect his private parts from any further harm. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled. Y/N backed away from him in fear. She was about to run away when she remembered that he had been staring behind her. Y/N turned around to see Pansy holding a camera in one hand and fresh pictures in the other. Her heart raced when she put two and two together. She’d been set up, and she was angry. Y/N whipped out her wand and pointed it at Pansy's head. Wordlessly, she sent the camera and pictures flying from her grasp and into her own. This didn’t please the Slytherin, who took out her own wand and angrily shouted, “Flipendo!” Before Y/N could react, she was sent flying backward, letting the camera and pictures fall from her hands. 

When she fell, her head hit the floor hard enough that it bounced. She stayed still as pain pulsed through her entire skull. As she was recovering from the intense blow, Pansy strutted over to her. She laughed as she stood over her and glared down. “Look at you—what a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin. Can’t even properly defend yourself,” she sneered. Y/N, fueled by anger, jumped to her feet and shouted the first spell that came to mind without thinking. “Incarcerous!” Ropes shot from the tip of her wand and wrapped around Pansy’s chest and arms, rendering her defenseless and immobile. Adrenaline was still rushing in her bloodstream when a deep voice called out to her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” it bellowed. Y/N’s heart sank; she recognized that voice to be Severus Snape’s. Sighing, she tucked her wand into her robe and glanced to her left to see the greasy-haired professor. His robe was flowing behind him as he walked rapidly towards her. “Detention,” he declared. Y/N knew better than to argue; the last time she tried, she’d only earned herself another week of writing lines in Snape’s office. After nodding to her potions professor, she turned to go but then spotted the camera. It was in Blaise’s hands. He simply smirked at her and sauntered away. 

No, no, no, Y/N thought as her heart sank. She felt as though she was rooted to the stone floor. It was obvious what Pansy and Blaise were planning to do with those photos. They had thought this out; they were going to show them to Draco. After she realized the shit she was in, Y/N knew there was only one thing she could do at this point. Get to Draco before they did. 

She bent her knees and took off sprinting through the hallway, determination pumping through her body. But she was stopped short by the sound of her name coming from Snape. Reluctantly and defeatedly, she willed her feet to slow down. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Snape called out to her. Y/N spun around slowly, a grimace plastered to her face. “My dorm,” she said uncertainly; her statement sounded more like a question.

Snape raised an eyebrow. “You’ll be coming with me to my office to serve your detention.” Y/N grumbled to herself angrily. She still couldn’t understand why Snape was never as nice to her as he was towards the rest of the Slytherin house. Y/N watched as Snape freed Pansy from her restraints. She got to her feet and thanked her head of house before strolling down the corridor, making sure to leer at Y/N when she passed. The urge to sock her in the jaw was strong, but Y/N refrained and followed after Snape, hoping to get detention over with as soon as possible.

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Draco was fiddling with a stray thread on his sweater when Pansy sat down next to him. He gave her a look. Pansy had a devilish smirk on her face. “Hello, Draco,” she cooed. The blonde shifted his weight so that he was farther away from Pansy. “What do you want?” he questioned. “I’m waiting for Y/N.”

Pansy’s head fell back as she let out a shrill laugh. “You won’t give a damn about her once you see this,” she declared cheerfully. Draco looked at her quizzically. “See what?” he hesitantly asked. Pansy wiggled her eyebrows and reached into her pocket. Slowly, she pulled out two pictures and passed one to Draco. His eyes studied her face before they downshifted to the photo in his lap. Draco’s confusion only grew when he saw what the picture was showing. Y/N and Blaise were pressed up against one another. Her hand was touching his chest, and he was caressing her cheek. 

“What the fuck is this, Parkinson?” Draco spat violently. Pansy said nothing; she only handed him the second photo. Draco snatched it from her; his breathing stopped when he looked at it. It was a photo of them kissing. Blaise and Y/N had kissed. Draco felt betrayed, deceived, hoodwinked, you name it, he felt it. Questions began to flood his brain. How could she do this? How long had she been seeing Blaise? Was he not good enough for her? Had he done something to upset her? Panic began to rise within Draco.

“She’s been cheating on you for quite some time, Draco. I was going to tell you sooner, but I knew you wouldn’t believe me without proof,” Pansy said sweetly. She tentatively put her hand on Draco’s shoulder and began to rub up and down soothingly. He barely registered her touch as his world began to crumble. His heart was totally and utterly broken. He couldn’t think he couldn’t breathe. Nothing made sense to him at that moment. 

“This must be so hard for you, Draco. I’m so sorry. But look on the bright side, now you can get rid of her. You have proof that she cheated. There’s no way she can deny what she did,” Pansy said a little too excitedly. But Draco paid her no mind; his eyes still hadn’t moved from the photographs in his palms. 

“Where is she?” he asked through gritted teeth. Pansy sighed dejectedly. “Well, she attacked me in the hallway, but Snape caught her. I suspect she’s still in detention, but—” Pansy was cut off by Draco springing to his feet, the photos in his tight grip. “Where are you going?” she asked him; he was at the door. Without looking back, he said, “To find her.”

“Draco! Wait!” Pansy exclaimed, but Draco was already gone. 

Snape’s office wasn’t far; it was in the dungeons along with the Slytherin common room and potions classroom. Draco’s heart was racing as he stormed through the hallways. He had no plan of action; he just knew he had to find her. Millions of possibilities ran through his head, but he didn't stop to ponder any of them. He rounded a corner and felt his breath catch in his throat. There she was. She looked distraught. When her eyes found Draco, she walked towards him immediately. Draco didn’t move from his spot. He let her come to him. When she reached him, she stared at him intently. A few moments of heavy silence passed before she decided to test the waters. “Draco?” she asked hesitantly.

“How long?” he retorted.

“How long? What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb, Y/N. How long have you and Blaise been together, huh?”

Y/N’s face paled. “Draco, it is not what it looks like. Whatever Pansy told you isn’t true.”

Draco laughed. “She didn’t tell me. She showed me,” he replied in a strangely calm voice. Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes as Draco harshly shoved the photographs into her hands. She reluctantly looked down at the images of her and Blaise. She knew it looked terrible, but she was determined to make Draco believe her. 

“What do you have to say for yourself? I mean, seriously, was I not good enough for you? Is that it?” Draco asked. Hurt was audible in his voice.

Y/N felt her heart shatter. “Draco, don’t talk like that, of course, you’re good enough for me. You’re more than enough. Please, you have to trust me, you have to believe me. I would never cheat on you; they set me up.” Y/N pleaded. Her eyes were wide with fear.

Draco scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t lie to me, don’t make up stories. You cheated, and you didn’t care about the repercussions. Did you ever care? Was I just a game, just a toy for you?” He asked, his voice cracking.

“Of course I cared about you, Draco, I still do. I never fucking stopped caring about you... About us. Draco, I love you, please believe me, please let me explain,” she begged. But Draco wasn’t having it. He took a step backward; she took one forward. Draco clenched his fists. “Get away from me. We’re done.”

Y/N began to panic. “No, no, Draco, listen to me. Please don’t leave, please—”

“Shut up. Shut the fuck up! I don’t give a damn what you have to say. I don’t want to hear from you again, I don’t want to look at you. Do you understand me? Stay the fuck away from me,” Draco commanded. He continued backing up. This time, Y/N stayed put. Tears fell from her cheeks as she watched her lover leave. She felt her legs begin to tremble. She couldn't believe this was happening. It had only been a few hours ago that she had given him a good morning kiss. How had they ended up in this situation so fast? Her legs continued to shake, and eventually, she collapsed onto the cold floor. Sobs racked her body. 

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A few weeks later, Draco was sitting in his usual spot in the Great Hall. In Y/N’s place, however, sat Pansy. She was leaning on her hand and gazing at Draco mindlessly. Truth be told, it made Draco a bit uncomfortable. But he did his best to ignore her as he finished up his supper. The past week had been extremely hard for him. He’d hardly gotten any sleep due to the fact all he could think about was Y/N. The look on her face when he’d ended things was burned into his mind. She’d looked so heartbroken, almost as if she was the one who was hurting. Draco knew better than that; he knew he was the one who’d been deceived. He was the one who’d been cheated on, for crying out loud. If anyone was hurting, it was him. 

Every time he saw an orange, her favorite fruit, he’d feel his heart clench. Whenever he’d pass the astronomy tower, he’d be reminded of all their time spent up there. The worst, however, was seeing her in the hallways. It hurt beyond belief to see her with Blaise. It just so happened that every time Draco saw them, Blaise's arm was around her waist. It made him sick to his stomach.

“You feeling alright, Dray?” Pansy inquired, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. He nodded and continued to pick at his shepherd's pie. “You don’t look, alright,” Pansy pushed further. Draco slammed his fist onto the table, making some fellow Slytherins irritated. He ignored them and glared at the girl next to him. “I found out a week ago that my girlfriend of two years has been cheating on me. Sorry, I’m not my usual fucking self,” he snapped. Pansy looked disturbed by his angry outburst and decided to remain silent for the rest of their meal.

Draco remained quiet as well; he didn’t like talking anymore. Hell, he didn’t like doing anything anymore. He felt so empty without her. She gave his life joy. Bullying first years and Harry Potter wasn’t the most fulfilling activity, neither was burying himself in his studies. But when Y/N was present, he was happy; he was important. Without her, he felt worthless. 

Just then, Draco noticed the couple themselves walking towards the doors of the Great Hall. Blaise’s hand was wrapped around Y/N's arm. She looked a bit disgruntled. When the pair passed Draco and Pansy, Y/N made eye contact with the blonde boy. Her eyes seemed sad, pleading almost. This intrigued Draco more than he cared to admit. He watched them leave, waited a few seconds, then stood up from his seat.

“Draco, where are you going? You haven’t finished your dinner,” Pansy whined. He chose to ignore her and follow after his former lover instead. 

When he walked through the doors, he headed for the stairs to the dungeons. He knew Y/N would always go straight to the common room after dinner; he could only hope that was still true. Draco could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he raced down the stone steps. He wasn’t quite sure what had possessed him to follow after the girl who cheated on him, but there he was running after her.

When he got to the bottom of the staircase, he became acutely aware of the lack of people in the Hogwarts basement. Usually, Slytherins would be lurking around every corner, but not tonight. It was too quiet for Draco's liking. He willed himself to calm down. Once he did, he heard the sound of hushed voices coming from his right. He quietly hastened down the dark corridor until he came to the end of it. “Leave me alone,” a familiar voice said. Draco knew it was Y/N, he felt his heart jump upon hearing her, but He stayed hidden behind a wall and urged himself to open his ears to the conversation around the corner.

“You and Parkinson have already ruined my relationship. Can’t you just leave me be now? I thought you were just helping her get those photos; why are you still bothering me?” Y/N asked. She sounded exasperated.

“Pansy did pay me well for those pictures, but I’m afraid I’ve taken a liking to you, sweetheart. You’re just too pretty to pass up.”

After a few beats, Y/N replied with a quiet, “Don’t touch me.” Anger began to boil within Draco, but he didn’t let his presence be known just yet. He wanted to continue eavesdropping on their conversation. 

“What’s wrong, babydoll? Don’t like me?” Blaise asked tauntingly. Draco clenched his fists in an attempt to control his anger. But he knew it was only a matter of time before he lost his temper. 

“Well, no shit Zabini. You fucking assaulted me and—” Y/N was cut off by a loud slap. This set Draco off; he launched himself off the wall and rounded the corner, wand out, and raised. Y/N and Blaise were shocked to see him here, but Blaise quickly masked his surprise and put his hands behind his back.

“Ah, Malfoy. Fancy seeing you here,” he said. Draco stormed up to him and pressed the tip of his wand to Blaise’s throat. He withdrew his hands slowly while staring at the wand, fear in his eyes. “Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked in a wavery voice.

“Did you hit her?” Draco asked. His voice was dark, his pupils were tiny as he glared at Blaise. The tall boy didn’t reply. Draco pressed his wand further into his neck. “Look at her, Zabini. Her cheek is burning red; I know you see it. So let me ask you again, did you fucking hit her? And don’t lie to me, you piece of shit.” Draco seethed. Y/N watched the exchange between the boys with terror on her face. She felt anything but safe.

Blaise gulped. “She was acting like a bitch,” he shrugged. Draco didn’t hesitate. “Petrificus Totalus!” Blaise fell backward onto the floor with a loud thud; he was now frozen. Draco stood over him, steaming as he tucked his wand into his pocket and reeled back his fist. “Draco, no!” Y/N yelled. But Draco was blind with rage. He rammed his fist into Blaise’s cheek. Y/N cried out for him to stop, but he hit him again and again. Blaise didn't make a peep as he was forced to endure Draco's brutal punches. Y/N looked on with tears streaming down her face. She didn’t try to stop him for fear he would turn on her. 

Once Draco was satisfied with the pulp he had beat Balise into, he released him from his invisible bonds. The boy scrambled to his feet and ran off to the Slytherin common room, not wanting to test Draco’s patience any further. Draco watched him go as he examined the blood on his knuckles. At last, he and Y/N were alone. The blonde boy turned to Y/N. His stomach dropped when he saw her tear stricken face. Her eyes were filled with fear as she peered up at him from her spot on the floor. Draco hesitantly crouched down. 

“Y/N… it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said softly. Y/N began to cry even more. Draco felt his stomach churn with regret, and he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Y/N.

“I didn’t cheat o-on you. Parkinson pu-put Zabini up to it. I didn’t kiss him willingly,” she stuttered, her body still rocking with sobs. Draco felt like a complete arsehole. He should've just let her explain that night. If he would've only heard her out, they could've avoided all of this.

 Draco gently reached out his hand and waited until Y/N placed hers on top of it. He intertwined his fingers with hers. The warmth from her touch was a stark contrast to the icy feeling of his. He pulled her hand close and softly kissed it. “I believe you, love. I’m sorry I didn’t before, but I do now. Please forgive me.”

Y/N rubbed her nose and gradually opened her arms. Draco pulled her into a much-needed hug. He pressed his face into her shoulder and relished in the feeling of her arms around his. Even though it had only been a week, it had felt much longer. So to finally be back in each other’s embrace was like a breath of fresh air.

When they pulled away, Draco caressed her face and, with his thumb, began to wipe the tears from her soft cheeks. He noticed the fading red mark from Blaise’s slap, and he felt his fury begin to return. But Y/N saw this right away. She put her own hands on Draco’s face, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “I’m okay, just a little spooked is all,” she assured him. Draco saw right through her just like she’d seen through him. He knew she was terrified.

“You don’t have to put on a brave face for me, love. You’ve been hurt in so many ways, and I am so sorry. But I’m here now, and I promise you, nobody is going to lay another hand on you, okay? I’ve got you if you'll have me,” Draco said. Y/N smiled and pressed her forehead to his. They remained that way for a few moments before Draco pulled her into his lap. He stroked her hair comfortingly and began to rock her back and forth, calming her remaining tears. 

After a few minutes of this, Y/N turned around in Draco’s grasp. She smiled and reached up to push his hair out of his face. Usually, it would be clean-cut and uniform, but that night’s events had turned it into a messy mop. She chuckled to herself, causing Draco to look at her quizzically. “What?” he asked. Y/N tilted her head and pursed her lips. “You’re just too cute, is all.”

Draco felt blush rush to his cheeks; he buried his face in Y/N’s shoulder yet again. She simply hummed contentedly and pressed a kiss to his head. “I missed you,” she mumbled. Draco lifted his head and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “I missed you too, my lovely.”

“Please don’t break up with me again. I was so sad,” Y/N said with pouty lips. Oh, how Draco had missed those. He leaned in for another kiss. “Don’t worry, I was really lonely without you. You’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future,” Draco declared. Y/N giggled. “Good,” she replied. 

And suddenly...everything was okay again. 

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[yorumiraki]

“that’s just how it is”

jjk teachers x reader

part I

be advised: swearing

prologue ..... part II

[unedited]

13 years later.

…..me…..

…...me sa……

….hime…..

...hime-sa….

“...hime-sama.”

y/n can hear kana calling for her in her sleep, but groaned and turned the other way when she saw kana open the windows, letting the sun into the dusty room.

“let me sleep”

“hime-sama, you told me to wake you up.”

“well then i must’ve lied.”

“.....”

she let out a loud sigh while sitting up, stretching her arms up above her head before scratching it harshly. it looked to be morning time and y/n had told kana that she had many important things to do today. many things meaning lounging around even earlier than she usually does. there’s nothing to do around here besides sit around. money isn’t a problem. after what had happened she was able to buy a house outside the city, isolated in a large grass field and stayed there, only going into the city whenever she needed to go to the store with kana because god, she could never send that woman to get groceries, spending 300$ on groceries that (y/n) didn’t even need or ate. her life now was a bit better than before…. it was just very quiet. and lonely. kind of sad every time she thinks of it.

kana approached her sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled her up, y/n stumbling before catching her balance. it didn’t take much for her to ‘get ready’ for the day, since she spent her entire time in or around the house doing god knows what in her same sweats and sweatshirt she’s been wearing for the past two days.

kana guided the sleepy woman to the bathroom before letting her take a steamy shower and when she opened the door emerged from the mist, kana was delighted to see that she actually took a shower. it took a lot for her to even bother taking care of herself but thanks to kana being around still, even though it wasn’t necessary anymore, she still vowed to take care of her till her last breath. the next few hours of the day continued like usual, kana making food and y/n eating, sitting around reading, counting the birds flying by the house in the large field,tanning, sleeping, eating, training, she even picked up archery because she was just bored. too damn bored. sometimes she even laid face down in the field to pass the time.

“... i need to go outside…”

kana listens to her mumbling to herself, nodding in agreement to the statement.

“perhaps some archery will suffice, hime-sama.”

(y/n) grunted in agreement, a little peeved that she still called her that but let it go for now. she opened the sliding door, covering her eyes and walking out into the light. as expected, her eyes began to adjust slowly to the change, and she stood there waiting for her vision to clear up before continuing her way to the middle of the field. out there was a laid out table, and she headed to the side shed to fetch the arrows and bow before settling in front of the table, facing the target 40ft away from her. she stretches before jumping up dramatically, nodding to herself.

“alright alright.”

kana watched as y/n made her shots, turning away and looking into the forest, having the feeling that they were being watched. suspicion was her immediate reaction, there’s no other people around here except them, there no reason for someone else to be out here.

“hime-sama…”

“hold on, leave me be kana. i’m focusing right now.”

she hesitated before shutting her mouth and nodding, turning back to the forest to keep a lookout for any activity. all that could be heard was the sounds of blowing grass, birds chirping, and the loud sound of arrows striking onto the target. y/n seemed to be ignoring everything around her when in reality she was actually listening to the area around her as well, sensing random surges of energy before it would settle down. the wind began to blow a bit more and when it died back down, the feeling was even stronger than before. it was closer now.

‘ugh.’

the shifting of kanas feet could be heard, her nervousness becoming more obvious, turning to look at y/n with a perturbed look on her face.

“i know kana, i feel it.”

the last thing they both needed was getting into a brawl here and now, not when they were just trying to relax and go about their days peacefully. y/n pulled back the arrow and as she released it, her eyes widened watching the arrow stop right before the target, floating right in front of it. in a panic, she swiftly pulled another arrow into the bow before pulling it back again as far she could go, embedding her energy into it and aiming back towards the target. there behind said target, feet were peaking out at the bottom, a poor attempt at hiding. either that or they knew they would be noticed sooner or later.

“COME OUT.”

kana rushed over to y/n’s side, placing a hand on her shoulder before pulling her hand up threateningly towards the target as well.

“oya? you’re still no fun. didnt think you’d wanna kill me so soon…. (y/n)-sensei.”

both women were stunned, not expecting to see THAT man walk out from behind the target. white hair. black uniform. blindfold… and a stupid little smirk on his face.

gojo satoru.

“what do you think you’re doing here?”

“whaaat?? you’re not excited to see me.you’re favoriteee student, WAIT DONT SHOOT- just kidding~ not like it would hit me anyway…. oh come on stop being so stiff, and stop pointing that thing at meee. i’m the strongest you can’t do that. did you hear??? i’m the strongest and you can’t-“

the two women listen to him, (y/n) putting her bow down and roughly slamming it onto the table with a huff. just what she needed. the school to bother her again. gojo kept blabbering, not realizing that they were both waking away from him.

“h-hey w-wait, where are you going?”

“away.”

“wait come back we-“

“no.”

kana stopped walking and turned around, bowing to gojo before continuing to follow her mistress. she could hear y/n grumbling to herself, clear irritation obvious in her tone. she stopped, gojo appearing right in front of her, his hands stuck into his pockets looking down at her.

“i just want to talk.”

they stared at each other, her deciding whether or not it was even worth listening to. she did NOT want to be doing any favors for the school. being sent away was good enough damage. last thing she needed was to be used and get shit on. but she won’t deny that she was very curious about what he had come to bother her about.

“....tch….fine.”

she walked around him, slamming the sliding door open before walking in.

“gojo-san.”

“hm.”

kana approached him slowly, hands folded in front of her.

“it is a pleasure to see you. although i should warn you, hime-sama hasn’t really…spoken to anyone after all these years and she’s just, very rough right now. do you understand?”

he looked at the house for a moment before turning back and nodding he began walking inside, kana followed close behind, and silently slid the door shut.

“..... so what you’re saying is you got some 15 year old to eat the finger of sukuna. THE sukuna. you know, the four armed cunt whose fingers we couldn’t destroy?”

nod.

“ and then when you realized he was, as you say, “compatible”, you suggested that he became the vessel for sukuna as a chance to destroy said curse.”

“yup.”

“and because that happened, those elders, those bums, those HAGS, immediately decided to execute him without actually considering him as a potential vessel?”

nod.

“ and that you want to keep him alive because your student asked you too? a personal request? for him?”

“mhm”

“and not only do you want to bother me to just tell me this, but you want me to come back as well, that’s what you’re saying.”

“BINGO!”

“yeah, no.”

gojo stopped his little chair dance, before crossing his legs and arms.

“ (y/n)-sensei-

“stop calling me that damn it. saying that like i’m old or something. i’m literally 3 years older than you. i stopped teaching years ago. and what’s this whole thing about me coming back? i’m not even allowed to go back to that hellhole.”

“it seems being out here has made you a bit sluggish. i’m surprised you can even socialize at all.”

(y/n) went to flick his forehead, lifting her arm towards him, only to feel it be slowed down as she got closer and closer. eventually she gave up, settling for flipping him the bird instead.

‘overpowered little shit.’

“just shut up and finish what you were saying.”

“have you been working on your anger issues?”

(y/n)’s eye twitched, already knowing what he was trying to do. she rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance. as if she was gonna blow up for something like that.

kana walked over with a tray of tea, pouring into two cups before walking back to the kitchen. (y/n) reached for her cup, watching as gojo grabbed a handful of sugar cubes and threw them into his cup, stirring the contents with a spoon loudly.

“i did finish. all you need to do now is come back.”

“i don’t wanna come back for some kid, one of which i don’t even know, just so i can watch him die in the end.”

gojo shifts in his chair, pausing, looking at you closely.

“it was lifted.”

“what. what was lifted?”

“your banishment.”

an eerie silence takes over the room, (y/n) turning her head to the side and blinking repeatedly.

“what.”

he sips before continuing,

“you heard me. you’re free to come back. we would actually prefer if you did come back, we’re very low on staff right now and…”

he stopped talking as he watched her put her cup down and look away from the table, eyes glued on the view out the window next to her. a shine to her usually dull eyes.

“is… is that really true? you’re not fucking with me are you?”

gojo smirked, knowing he had caught her attention before nodding his head up and down in confirmation.

(y/n) sighed for the 100th time that day before turning back to him. she really didn’t wanna give in so quickly. all her worries were suddenly thrown out the window after hearing his last statement. in truth, this is really what she’s been wanting all these years. just to be able to come back. her grudge against the school was being chipped away at… but she wasn’t willing to let it go that easily. gojo tapped loudly at the rim of his teacup, pointing his finger at her.

“so?”

kana looked at her, tight lipped and curious. but (y/n) didn’t miss the hopeful look that twinkled in her eyes. breath in (y/n), breath in.

‘....damn it.’

“so this kid…”

gojos lips turned up into a wide grin.

“...he got a name?”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #anime #gojo satoru #ieri shoko #nanami kento #mei mei #iori utahime

[sakkac]

re: fumetsu no anata e as of chapter 139.2

this started as a response to @bestbonnist​‘s post on chapter 139.2 but now i’m just dissecting differences and similarities between tonari, mizuha, and kahak like im writing an essay for a uni class. i interchangeably use he/they pronouns for fushi and my writing may be clumsy (bc im not actually writing for uni ❤️).

mizuha is a broken mirror to tonari (and kahak a foil to the two aforementioned) in this modern-day arc, especially in their expressions of love for fushi. tonari’s love for fushi is aged over hundreds of years and mizuha’s, at first glance, is an infatuation just based on how long they’ve known each other. im the biggest kahak stan ever, but even i understand kahak’s love started as an infatuation for parona’s form. though, i’d consider the word infatuation compromised when it comes to defining mizuha’s love, bc u cant be sure if her love for fushi is entirely her own, seeing as it had been passed from generation to generation of guardians.

(chapter 134, read right to left)

tonari and mizuha aren’t that different once you look deeply into the both of them. mizuha’s personality and actions are factors in tonari’s dislike of her, but what ultimately repels tonari from mizuha is that she knows they’re similar, and that manifests most clearly in how she reacts to fushi being with mizuha. i.e. resenting fushi for using her friends’ vessels to help their “love life” in chapter 135.5. she can’t stand mizuha bc mizuha is able to express her love for fushi and fushi does not reject (or accept) it; tonari still hasn’t fully admitted to herself that she likes fushi romantically (perhaps because she can’t separate it from the devotion that led her to harden her body to poisons and to promise her corpse to rest at fushi’s feet), so seeing mizuha appear to progress further than she has irritates her. as for kahak, tonari only has the biases of the other pseudo-immortals and her own of past hayase reincarnations to rely on. (this is not as plot-related, but these two also both like books. kahak read tonari’s fushi book, so i wish they actually met, but in a world where tonari didnt hate hayase beyond death.)

tonari as a child seemed like she thought herself superior to others, perhaps a natural result of her upbringing. she was raised on a prison island, but she herself never committed any crime; banding together w other kids like her, writing about her life in her book (which keeps her separate from or above others in a way). but this thinking ceases at her relationship w fushi. however, i believe this started before they even met. tonari’s childhood dream at seven years old was to write a book her father would be impressed by. she also used to believe in god, while her family was still whole. she even prayed to god when he decided to participate in the tournament in chapter 35. however, she stops referring to god by the time her father had shown tarnish. coincidentally, she meets fushi, who would “upend everything... jeannanda and [her] fate.” she ends up, instead of writing for her father, writing a book to allow a peaceful existence for fushi for whenever they decided to come back. this act shows that the adult tonari has written fushi to a level above her, out of her reach. 

(chapter 35)

here i’ll quote ray’s words about kahak and tonari: “she also has a surprising amount in common with Kahaku, too, with the ‘I want to protect you even if you disagree.’” the way tonari had waited and honed her body for fushi resembles kahak’s attachment; she had finished living for herself, so now she was only allowing herself to live to further create an ideal vessel for fushi (which also brings up one of hayase’s goals). the difference is that kahak lived for fushi because, as raikkousaki said, fushi was the only thing he was “ALLOWED to live for.” however, while tonari is unquestionably devoted to fushi now, what pulled her to him was black hood’s coercion. as a result of black hood’s words to her, she manipulated fushi into helping her solve her problems, to save her from the island. this first “meeting” also revealed that she was attracted to their white hair; she later admits that she admires their fair skin, contributing to the idea that she could view fushi as the equivalent of a god or at the least, a vision of purity (which is :/ imo, bc of her dark skin). we should also keep in mind that, this, technically her first impression of fushi, and his later display of violent immortality in the arena would further his image as a “legend.” 

mizuha was exposed to fushi’s immortality and reveres him like tonari and kahak respectively do and did. instead of the specific word “legend,” it’s “immortal monster.” her first formal exposure to fushi’s fabled power was not unlike tonari’s, since mizuha had went into her grandfather’s library and read on fushi in chapter 124.1. after this, she manipulates fushi to save her, again paralleling the beginning of tonari’s relationship with fushi, but it’s from her overbearing mother and herself. both tonari and mizuha forced their problems onto fushi, but mizuha doesn’t have black hood stepping in front of her saying “you must lead him.” instead, she may have been influenced by the left hand, but i believe mizuha’s thoughts are majorly her own (left hand lies in wait within mizuha’s consciousness like a predator), and what they appear to say is that she’s leading fushi until he decides to follow her willingly. as for kahak, we only have a few pages on his childhood and what we can make of it and of his actions as an adult is that he was willing to follow fushi wherever they went, until left hand betrayed them both.

mizuha’s superiority complex comes from a different place than young tonari’s; she was a prestigious child from young, in addition to her fear of her uniqueness fading as she aged. this caused her to feel separate from other children. when she meets fushi, she sees how different he is from everyone else and uses subtle ways to keep him with her, while never directly admitting she wants him to stay with her, except for ch 125′s “i’m scared. stay with me tonight,” after her mother’s sudden murder. she usually uses excuses instead, like cutely demanding fushi to walk with her after school and go on dates with her.

(chapter 36 vs. chapter 128.2)

as fushi was introduced to the people around tonari and mizuha, they received similar reactions, i.e. “your hair is so pretty!” and “woah, his hair is white!” in the pages following these, the similarities continue into tonari and mizuha gaining ownership over fushi: in ch 36 oopa declares “tonari found him. so he belongs to tonari,” while the islanders try to get on fushi’s good side, and in ch 128 fushi goes out of their way to ask which club mizuha belongs to when asked to join a club (vocalizing her claim on them so she doesn’t have to directly do so).

(chapters 38, 106, and 139)

when the opening comes for mizuha to actually admit her feelings in chapter 139, she tries, but demands instead, “so... love me.” this recalls kahak’s confession to kai in 105.3, that he wants to “protect fushi’s humanity.” kahak and mizuha were both covered in blood when they spoke, but the atmospheres and characters are different; mizuha is clever w her words, but still too immature to let go of her pride, whereas kahak was the exact opposite. he rid of himself of his pride for fushi when he was a child, but said a lot of the wrong things to fushi when it came down to it. additionally, mizuha, when she wants something, she’ll phrase her words so that it seems like there’s only one choice: to follow her. this has been the case for others including fushi (chapters 120.2′s testing of hanna with “if i died, would you cry for me?” and 132.1′s “i’ll teach you about love” and the following guilt-trip). tonari is more direct with her words and meaning than either mizuha or kahak, bc of her personality. she directly confronts fushi when she realizes he had felt betrayed by her in chapter 38, because she still needed him for his plans. but mizuha is more direct with her actions; in chapter 129.1, she latches herself onto fushi, while trying to get information out of him. after the failed marriage proposal, rather than physically attaching himself to fushi like mizuha, kahak used acts of domesticity and protection to subtly appeal to and maintain his space next to them.

(chapter 38 vs chapter 139)

tonari’s “there are people in this world who are better off dead” above isn’t far from the knockers’ reasoning behind “wishing for death is paramount to being dead” and the reason for mizuha’s mother’s death: left hand decided to “eliminate the cause of [mizuha’s breaking point’s] stress.” what this shows is that tonari can also justify murder, though granted, this is from a hundred chapters ago. however, this black and white thinking comes back in the modern era where tonari holds prejudice against mizuha because of her relation to hayase. tonari knows her dislike of mizuha is unfair, she can’t get around it. tonari is still as prideful as she was when she lived on jeannanda; it’s just that she is able to use fushi to justify her opinions now. i also want to bring up mizuha’s reaction to her mother’s death and funa’s knocker’s “purging and guidance.” mizuha seems comfortable with the sight of death, despite having a more normal childhood than tonari, because her actual main concern overwhelms it; she is always thinking on how she can appeal to fushi (almost like kahak), or in other words, how to salvage her pride. so instead of being concerned over being the actual murderer, she is concerned with appearing as a murderer to fushi.

so to actually answer ray’s question, objectively, tonari’s love is as excessive as kahak and mizuha’s. but personally, i think tonari’s love for fushi right now is also unhealthy, though it comes out of good will. kahak’s love also ended in fushi’s benefit, but it was undoubtedly unhealthy. and ofc, mizuha’s love is also unhealthy; she reaches for fushi for perfection, tonari reaches for fushi for humility.

#fumetsu no anata e #kahak #fnae spoilers #🔖 #long

[sunareii]

wc: 2773

suna grits his teeth, the light's too strong for him to see. he close his eyes shut, having no intentions to torture his eyes at the glow infront of him that is brighter as his mothers cellphone brightness. a deafening sound screeches at his ears like metal scratching another metal, oh how annoying that sound is.

he squints his eyes slightly as if his default eyes wasn't squinted enough. he could see a person, a female he assumes by their figure alone whose back faced towards him but the luminescence made his sight blur, he couldn't identify who it is

voice echoed insignificantly, he doesn't know whose is it nor where it's coming from except the voice started to scratch him in the head displeasingly

rintarou! rintarou! rintarou!

sunas eyes blinks open once to be greeted by his mother scowling after he has bestir himself from a horrible dream. he could hear a small voice saying 'oh no' inside his head as it's definetely not the first time he woke up to an angry face

"do you have any idea what time it is?" his mother barked, her face continues to grimace at her son. suna sits up groggily and reached for his phone beside him

12:47 pm

"how many times to i have to tell you to not stay up late!" she berates before pulling his cushion up, causing him to fall a bit from his stance and gets hit with it

"ow─! you just hit me with a pillow!" suna winces, strands of his dark hair are all over the place

"better than a slipper or your face would look even worse than just messy hair" the mother threatens before leaving the territtory so casually like she had not scolded anything at his sons ears. senzo could only choke a laugh at the freaky scene that occured upon his room, he had identified his apathetic relative as a fellow who would only shrug their shoulders when being rebuked or insulted. suna is infact a 'take no shit' kind of man, he's just wholesomely a bit playful with his mother.

suna goes down the stairs slothfully as his body might not be running his blood yet and he took a bit too long to go to the dining room where his food rests on the table cold as a corpse

"if you have woken up ealier it would have been warmer" his mothers interrupts from the living room. suna rolls his eyes then sneers  at his mother from the room

'i wasn't even complaining but i am now' he thought as he opens the large plate that covers his meal, his boiled eggs as soggy as ever

he sits down at the at the table then started contemplating about his recent dream, was it even a dream? though it seems a bit vague but vivid when he was still in a slumber. suna reckons it was just another weird hallucination. he has quite plenty of those so this one is no special, except that this peculiar reverie didnt have any sort of plot unlike the time he dreamt about the miyas and some random player from karasuno that he'd only seen once have a bachelors party at a couple he had seen in a movie before while also drinking blue liquid which now is extremely questionable but that was just an example of the long list

suna hears a soft thump going down the stairs, he glance to see his cousin all dressed up for the day

"hey sen, are you going somewhere?"

"uh.. yeah, why?"

"can i go with you?"

"sure..."

senzo probably didn't sound sure himself, well that's because he isn't used to people wanting to join him to go outside or anything at all and he was receiving a small friendly treatment from a cousin he didn't knew existed and vice versa.

the two went out briefly after suna changing into some proper clothing for the day, the walk is quiet like the usual though they do give some comments here and ther. the sun sweltered upon them while two or three clouds wafts against each other.

"im going this way, is there a place you wanted to go?" senzo asks after an abrupt stop

suna truthfully didn't have a particular destination, he went with him 'cause he felt like it. they went far for him to just go back, he thought for a long minute before a specific location passes in his head.

"yes, actually

"i'll see ya later then" senzo says before walking away

suna felt awkward since his destination is far from where they had gone to

he doesn't know why he's making his way there, for fresh air? for the scenery? for someone?

suna halts as he sees a narrow space in the side of the hill, he figured it's also a path way up to the old patio he visited. he begins walking upwards and repents at his decision mid-way. the path is rocky and hard to stay still on because of the numerous inconsistent rock shapes. it doesn't help that there's a hot atmosphere around him as he continues to go up carefully.

sweat drips down his forehead, his tiny strands of bangs sticking along on it. the heat annoyed him as he reaches the top of the mountain hill, the sun beams directly at the crest where he now stands but once he finished catching his breath the brightest star seems to appear infront of him.

somehow the fieriness of this evening─the reason he's such a sweaty mess─suna doesn't seem to mind it anymore as he watches the the girl he had came across twice stand infront of him. she was there, like she had always been, tossing a ball over her head for who knows how long.

'wait, she does volleyball?'

i mean, he could see it but at the same time not so much?

though you were tad bit taller for an average height of a female and you don't look like you hold any outstanding physical attributes either but he can't really underestimate you that quickly can he?

sunas being remained unnoticed due to her keeping her concentration firmly. she tosses the ball up into the air, patently going to do a jump serve. from her evident zealousness you would be tricked that she'll actually spike or even jump with experience. she was slow and her legs looked stiff when she leaped, hell, she didn't even swing her arms in time, she barely even touched the ball.

'uhh.. that was an awkward serve' her attempt to serve was futile and funny even, suna can't help but to chortle instead of detaining it, his attempt to be discreet wasn't great either. she let's out a light gasp as soon as she heard him cackling from the side, she already was embarrassed at her shot but now that the same cute boy she saved from the market is a witness at her own frustration made her embarrassment go off the line than where it should be

"that was an impressive serve you just did" suna starts sarcastically whilst disturbingly taking little steps towards her. she could only scream her embarrassment deep on her palm, peeking her eyes through one of the gaps to see him, picking up the ball from the ground.

"how long have you been here?"

"long enough to see eveything"

"pleas erase it from your memory" she says blatantly as she finally regains her composure, suna shrugs at her as he hands the ball back to her, she unhesitatingly grabbing it back only for him to extend his arm up. the ball being too high for her too reach since the boy teasing her is intimidatingly tall.

"it's not that easy" suna replies as he looks down at the figure shorter than him giving him an irratating frown, "what do you know about volleyball?" she mumbles, her eyes looking elsewhere.

"alot of things" he remarks with a heavy stare. the girl infront of him  seems surprised and asked "do you play?" which he answers with a curt nod. the silence after that is conscious and creates a long stare-down between the two, in addition to that is the beating heat of the sun baking them from below like they weren't perspiring enough from the exercise they had done in such a time.

"i'll just take this back then" she says as her feet tip-toes close to his level, the tip of her fingers hardly brushing off the ball. suna just stands there leisurely as he watches the girl he doesn't even know struggle into obtaining her property back.

suna gazes down at her meek nature, her cheeks faintly glows a pretty shade of pink, her hair  cascading down her neck every now and then, the sun rays paints her skin too perfectly

suna smiles slightly as he pokes a little fun with her and having fun himself except to the part where he begins to feel her chest nudging his whenever she jumps and immidietly gave her her ball back smoothly. "here" he says before walking away from his agitation

she cocks an eyebrow at him when she turns around to face his retreating figure, his phone buzzed at his pocket, opening it to get a message from his mom and the second years groupchat, well maybe third years for noow on. yet suna couldn't be bothered to open either of them seeing as his mom just texted him some chores whilst the groupchat is just filled with the twins nonsense.

"could you play with me for a little while?" she asks reluctantly, dugging her nails on the air-filled ball

suna is bewildered at the instantaneous request but he figured it's better to take up on her behest than do his mothers errands anyway

turning his heel back, he meets her big eyes with his flat slanted ones and his actions seems to answer her offer

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"what made you think playing straight under the sun was a great idea?" suna complains, panting heavily as the sun eventually plummets down. they stayed up on top for hours and instead of actually playing suna ended up teaching her the basics of volleyball for goodness sake she was an extremely slow learner.

"what do you mean? i like it up here" her tone filled with confusion as she questions him

"the sun literally fried us"

"you don't look that good to me"

"huh?" suna's brain is now all muddled by her statement causing him to give a repulsive look, she didn't seem too bothered by how she voiced her proclamation and only started walking down the stairs, suna following behind.

"you must be thirsty, i'll buy us some drinks, my treat" she announces as she holds out her baby blue colored wallet, turning left as they reached down the stairs, the vending machine is conveniently there aswell. "any preference?" she inquires only for suna to shook his head

"water is enough" he answers shortly

their drinks clank down at the bottom of the machinary and some gulping could be heard subseuquently. suna exhales lowly after drinking some refreshment. the wind passes and gives a cold whisk ontop of their skin, the sky is painted deep orange along with pale red. they soon walk in silence with the cold bottles, hers being a can of juice in their hands.

"can we play again?" she unexpectedly mutters shyly

suna glances at her, the tip of her ears turning incredibly red. "don't you have your own friends?" he mentions as he takes another sip. "i know quite a few people but only one or two are actually my friends and neither of them plays volleyball" she explains with her eyes shut

"if you're that wishful to learn the sport why not join your school volleyball club?"

she groans "i can't, my father doesn't let me join any after school activities"

"why?" sounding invasive only crossed his mind once she gave him an answer

"my dad is very strict, i need to be home before five he says" she mocks her father at the end of her sentence in a playful intention

"you're already pass your curfew, you child"

"you look the same age as me though"

"oh really?" they banter and it felt like they have known each other by a relatively long time. he enjoys her company it's fairly not too solemn and to him it feels nice to have a friendly jest with someone who won't intend to cause any issues unlike some two other people..

the usual tranquil in every interaction seem to be becoming consistent and recurring, they soon throw their bottles away in the trash bin sitting down the street like any other decent person

"so can we play again?" she asks the second time with a little more anticipation

suna didn't answer and only looks at her emotionlessly. does he really want to? she was nice but she's rather tenacious, there was a moment where he wanted to leave during the whole session. it seems the longer he stayed quiet, the more she  became impatient

"come on! the guys who plays at the public court always looks intimadating"

"and i'm not?" he snickers while his eyebrow rose

"well, i didn't have the ideal impression of you at first though but now you seem like a cool guy" she explains giving him a small thumbs up

"do you mean when you rescued me in the market?"

"no, earlier than that" suna thinks for a moment to the point of looking up on the dark sky before the memory finally getting into his head

"oh, you mean the birdnest hair? yeah i remember now" he teases with a little smile

"it's not like you looked any better with your own hair at the time"

"so─!" she starts a little louder than her monotonious voice before smiling at him keenly exactly how she eyed him the last time they met "how about it city boy!"

suna sighs and scrunched his nose at the nickname, he presumes because of his unfamiliar dialect "you're that persistent, and why city boy?"

"i never got your name after all this time, you know" nor did he ever got her name

suna looks down for a moment, he couldn't fathom what is wrong with him just telling her his name, it's not like he won't get hers when he answers.

"suna rintarou" he replies blankly

"suna rintarou?" she says questioningly, he nods his head

"suna rintarou... suna rintarou" she repeats in a breathy whisper as if engraving his name in her mind

"l/n y/n" she introduces herself back, "nice to meet you, suna" suna didn't reply much and only says "likewise" back and continuous the conversation where they have left just before the introduction.

suna rests his hand in his pocket, "you seem too willing to hang out with someone you only met thrice"

"i like you anyway so it's fine!" she beams a little too bluntly and it didn't help how she closed the proximity between them, literally doesn't intend to let him go off the question.

"sure"  he mouthed rather than openly saying it

"what?"

"i said i'll think about it" he claims as he turns his back to her to turn on the side of the sidewalks, "see you! you should know by now where to find me if you ever want to see me" she emphasized, waving her hands at him which suna imitated briefly before disappearing to her sight completely.

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"curse you gate!"

the door slides open revealing her father staring at her expectantly waiting for her with his arms crossed just rught after she got inside the platform

"what's your excuse this time?" he awaits, his finger tapping his forearm

y/n stops her foot on the soft muck as she faces her humble abode. she struggles to open the gate as quietly as possibly but the damned steel gate really wanted her caught, huh?

"i.. was playing volleyball.." she says with all honesty as she step infront of the doorstep

"alone again?" his father assumes, he doesn't understand why she keeps sneaking out outside just to be doing things all by herself

"nope, with a newly found friend this time" y/n murmurs as she takes off her shoes before entering her home nonchalantly. she wouldn't mind getting in trouble for the day and her father takes note of her uplifted mood quizzically

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[kylossmile]

Confessions- Kylo Ren

Summary:

When your teacher, Kylo Ren gets angry at himself for letting you get injured, his true feelings-and your own-are confessed.

Reader is implied female

Warnings: angst, fluff, angry kylo, suggestive themes, mentions of sexual activities.

Part 1/2 (eventual smut)

Authors notes:

Yeah this ones a bit long oops, welcome to my new account. I used to have an older starwars blog, however now that I am back into writing, requests are open on this page for a fresh start.

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He was angry. You could sense it within yourself.

‘18:02..’ you hummed, looking at your watch. He would be training.

You made your way toward the training rooms, your dark red and black tunic hanging from your form, saber attached to your belt, your shoes making near to no sound on the polished floors of the hallways, and yet the silence was deafening.

You had been injured the previous week, a slight limp in your stride the only evidence of such as you reach the magnificent training room.

——

Before your current relationship with Kylo Ren, you had been training to use the force yourself on a small remote planet, however this all changed when your training ramped up;

You connected with someone through the force, seeing the room they were in.

And thats when you heard a voice, manipulated, you assumed. When you saw the person said to be Kylo Ren, you couldnt help but be intrigued.

His mind was hard to access, yet you could so easily, and that caused for the Knight of Ren to search for you, until finally you surrendered, after he landed in your town, storm troopers searching everywhere for you.

You thought hed kill you,

Instead he brought you with him, leaving the town you once loved, in ruins.

He told you of his plan, and that he could teach you,

and so he did teach you. The man, not much older than you, taught you the power of the dark side.

At first he was ruthless, he pushed you harder than anyone else, and yet you saw his fondness in his eyes whenever you improved, and you couldnt help but to want to make him proud.

As you grew closer and closer, regular training sessions followed with dinner in his quarters, dinners lead to you becoming his fulltime apprentice, and that lead to now,

The man that you had grown to love, he was your commander, and to him you were his most trustworthy right hand.

Though it hadnt been talked about, you both knew that you cared for one another, it was more than just a job.

You regularly accompanied him on missions, and your relationship began to blossom, after you proved yourself to him, he saw you as his one and only. He wanted to protect you.

You ofcourse, were not allowed to read into that part of his thoughts. He kept his true feelings about you locked away in the deapths of his mind.

He had a destiny that he had to live out.

Your injury from a week ago was sustained from a fight you had with a young girl, the girl was unpredictable, seemingly not used to the sway of her saber, and with this uncertainty she managed to give you an injury, one that would set you out of missions for the next few weeks.

—-

Ofcourse, you werent supposed to fight this girl. Kylo decided he would go himself, and yet you begged him to let you come.

And so he let you.

The all powerful supreme leader had a weakness, and he was very aware of it.

——

You set out the next day, both of you with full trust in one another.

You were the only able to reach into the thoughts of Kylo Ren. The only one.

As you both split off to find a girl named ‘Rey’, you were unexpectedly attacked by a rebel group, and with them, the girl.

You reached out for Kylo, trying to see into his thoughts, to speak to him, but you could see he was busy too. It was a trap, it appeared, As he fought off one group, you fought another, commanding the few troopers with you.

You were strong. It wasnt long before you were the last one standing, one of the rebels taking the girl with them, as you strained to stay upright, the pain in your side horrible as you went to follow the two, before you were suddenly dragged back, strong arms enveloping you into a rugged chest.

‘Kylo..’

‘Leave it. We need to get you back.’

He seemed furious. His words were soft toward you, yet they stung.

I dont want you to get hurt more, I should have never allowed you to join me on this.

He spoke to you, as troopers searched the area, before he picked you up into his arms, causing you to groan in pain.

I will find her. And I will kill her.

——

He promised, more to himself than to you that he would eliminate this girl.

You spent the next week in and out of med bay, with Kylo training harder and harder, he seemed more stressed than ever, and rarely would sleep, causing you to worry about him.

He saw you less and less, his last words ringing in your head.

Were you a disappointment to him?

——

And that brings you back to where you are now, opening the doors before walking into the training area. The pain was pretty much gone now, however you felt a dark feeling as soon as you entered the room.

He seemed so cooped up in his training, he didnt even realise it was you that was in the room.

You were suddenly picked up, pushed against the wall with force as his back was turned to you, you could barely breathe, feet dangling slightly off the ground

You could feel it, all of his rage, it spun him out of control.

‘I SAID NO INTERRUPTIONS’ he suddenly screamed, activating his saber with a crackle before turning around, his helmet obstructed his face, yet you knew exactly what he was looking like.

Kylo

You used the force, trying to coax him out of this rage.

Kylo, its me.

He was closer to you now, his helmet looking down at you as his saber stayed close to your neck. The loud crackling in your ear did nothing to your focus as you stared up into the darkness, looking at where his eyes would be.

In a moment of silence, the saber stopped, and you dropped from the wall, into his arms, his movements turning frantic as he saw you coughing and spluttering, he threw his helmet off quickly and placed your face between his hands, he was shaking.

He stared into your eyes, worry, guilt, and something else.

‘Y/n-‘ he didnt know where to start, his rage engulfed him, he didnt mean to-

‘Kylo, I know that wasnt you. I see you no different’ you said softly, your hand reaching up to the side of his face, before flinching and grasping your side, your injury making itself known once again.

His breathing calmed, until he lay his head in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning your skin softly.

‘I am so sorry, I was so angry, angry at myself- that girl- I let you get hurt.’ He practically whimpered.

You allowed yourself to wrap your arms around the giant of a man, keeping him pressed to you.

‘I know you didnt want me getting hurt. But it happens.’

His own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until you straddled him, your knees on either side of his hips as he pulled away, looking into your eyes.

You both stared into eachother, trying hard to read the other, until you both stopped trying

‘I love you’

‘I love you’

You both whispered, faces becoming closer as you leaned in, his lips ghosted over yours before he pressed them to your own, kissing you with need, with passion.

He began to shift beneath you, arms holding you down onto him as his hands wandered down to your butt, then up your back, too focused on the kiss, you however, could feel his hardness against your heat, noting the desperation in his kiss.

You broke away from the kiss, his lips chasing yours as you giggled softly, making the powerful man beneath you pout.

‘We finally confess and you dont want to kiss me? What an odd little creature you are’ he joked, making you smile.

‘I want to do more than kiss, Kylo. Trust me on that, however, you have a meeting at 18:20’ you whispered against his lips.

He cocked a brow, pushing you back down onto his lap gently, making you feel him again. You gasped, hitting his shoulder slightly.

‘You just had me pinned against the wall, Kylo Ren, as much as youre sorry about it, maybe you can do it again later. But for now, you have a meeting, Ill see you afterward.’ You winked, getting up from his lap, watching how his eyes watched your every move.

His saber was in your hands, and he couldnt help but chuckle as he got up, reaching for his helmet before standing infront of you, his tall frame causing him to look down at you.

‘Youd better be ready, That injury isnt going to be the only thing making you limp tomorrow.’

#kylo ren #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren smut #starwars #starwars writings #starwars smut #starwars fanfic #starwars fluff #ben solo #ben solo smut #smut #kylo smut #kylo ren x reader

[toorusquill]

i said i’d write kagevera hcs so here they are 😼 (sending this in again bc i have it somewhere in my notes n while i was going through it i spotted some mistakes so 😔) and this is the list from your post:

✓ your fellow slytherin friend had a mad crush on kuroo (but like who doesn’t tbh) so ofc they dragged u to watch the quidditch team practice solely for this babe when they figured out what time everything was scheduled

✓ and you had your eyes on a specific chaser 👀 (since i headcanon goshiki baby as the seeker) bc ngl he was pretty cute plus you see him around the common room a lot bc y’all are in the same house or just stuffing alarming amounts of food into his mouth @ breakfast

✓ the team was too focused on playing so none of them really noticed you were there for a while but when goshiki was flying around the field trying to catch the snitch again he stopped by when he recognized you two for obvious reasons

✓ he talked to the both of you about the game and just made small talk until kuroo called him out for getting off track, and thats when kags realized y'all were there

✓ he stared at u for a while even after goshiki left bc LETS BE HONEST YOU’RE STUNNING, and when you caught him, he just flashed u an awkward smile bc he didn’t know what else to do 😔🤚

✓ and lets say kags asked goshiki abt you after practice ended out of curiosity and goshiki went to tendou and teru bc he didn’t know much abt you other than your house and name AND WHEN I TELL U TERUSHIMA LITERALLY PULLED OUT A LIST OF ALL THE CLASSES YOU WERE IN AND WHAT TIME EVERYTHING STARTED I-

✓ daishou was just like what the fuck

✓ instead, daishou – the only one with a girl so he already knows LMAO – begrudgingly suggested that kags should ask u for help with his potions class if he wanted to get to know you better (ALL THE POTIONS HOMIE MADE EXPLODED AND SNAPE WENT APESHIT UHH) since he needed MAJOR help with that subject anyways so he did

✓ AHEM MATCHMAKER DAISHOU PLS THANK HIM

✓ and ngl kags n daishou were on good terms, daishou also wanted to piss off oikawa so like

✓ anyways you accepted bc you had extra time on your hands and didn’t mind BUT THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT YOU NEEDED TO PUT INTO TEACHING KAGS SHIT- ITS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS PLEASE YOU’RE ABOUT TO GROW GREY HAIRS

✓ you still continued to teach him though, starting to meet up with each other in the slytherin common room from time to time to review the textbooks so that’s how you and kags started talking

✓ kags starts waving at you when he sees you in the hallways n the corners of his mouth quirks up into a half-smile whenever you wave back :((

✓ anyways once y'all got closer through THE STRUGGLE OF HELPING KAGS WITH HIS CLASSES EVERY WEEKEND BC YOU WERE “HIS ONLY HOPE FOR PASSING,” you two would start eating breakfast together everyday (u also yell at him whenever he eats too quickly bc we already saw what happened at training camp smh), showing up to his practices and games and he shows up to yours if you play, etc

✓ one time at practice you were vibing and i hc oikawa and daishou as beaters so they were hitting the bludger at each other bc they HATE one another with a burning passion and they unintentionally hit it towards you bc while they tried to keep it from crashing into the stands y’all i-

✓ luckily for you tobio swooped in and saved you bc he was already kind of staring at you before this even happened 😔🤚 (while daishou and oikawa were trying to put the blame on each other i-)

✓ and eventually, kags even opens up to you abt his past one night while y'all are just gazing at the stars in comfortable silence which took you by surprise but you gave him words of encouragement, praise, and reassurance nonetheless AND HOMEBOY LITERALLY DIED YOU WERE DEADASS SO SWEET AND PATIENT W HIM ?? hes never really recieved anything like that before so he doesn’t even know how to react

✓ THATS WHEN HE STARTS FALLING FOR U HJDKJSHAJK

✓ he was becoming more shy around you, honestly blushing AT EVERYTHING YOU DO HE THINKS YOU’RE SO PRETTY

✓ shirabu was visibly cringing at all of this sis he dipped he couldn’t stand seeing how awkward y’all were around each other 😔

✓ kuroo finds out hella fucking fast and LITERALLY WONT STOP GRINNING WHEN YOU’RE AROUND LIKE SIR

✓ TERU AND FUTAKUCHI KEEP “ACCIDENTALLY” BUMPING INTO KAGS IN HOPES THAT HE FALLS ONTO YOU LIKE THOSE CLICHE WATTPAD STORIES HJDSALJF

✓ they’re never succcessful tho, kags literally broke a vase once and it gave everyone a heart attack bc mcgonagall was gonna kick their asses when she finds out😔🤚 they tried to gorilla glue the pieces back together i’m-

✓ meanwhile sakusa isn’t even there he’s too busy being a germaphobe

✓ and atsumu won’t stfu abt it kuroo always needs to slap a hand over his mouth whenever you’re around bc u bet he’s taking this opportunity to tell u that tobio likes u smh

✓ anyways fastforward a few months, daishou ended up talking kags into asking u to the yule ball w the help of tendou (bc oikawa refused to be there LMFAO)

✓ daishou even got mika in on it and she bought kags a bouquet of roses to ask u out with and HE WAS GONNA CHICKEN OUT LAST MINUTE BUT TERU AND FUTAKUCHI PUSHED HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE QUIDDITCH FIELD WHERE KUROO HELPED HIM ASK YOU TO SHOW UP AT

✓ when you saw kags with the flowers you were like “I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP” bc shit you liked him too but homie is impossible to teach and a literal mess of a human being 😔

✓ manz took a sec to form proper sentences bc he was stuttering sm ??

✓ when kags finally asked u out, THE RELIEF THAT WASHED OVER HIM WHEN YOU DIDNT TURN HIM DOWN LMFAO HE WAS WORRIED

✓ HE WOULDN’T EVEN LOOK AT YOU HOMIE TRIED TO HIDE THE PINK THAT DUSTED HIS CHEEKS WITH THE ROSES HE HELD

✓ fastforward again LMFAO, when i tell u that u almost stumbled backwards and crashed into the tables of food when u saw your manz at the ball bc KAGS IN A TUXEDO UM YES PLEASE

✓ anyways i’ll leave what happens at the ball up to your imagination but allow me to mention how both your feet hurt like a bitch afterwards bc you kept stepping on each other while dancing 😔🖐️

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ALICE LSDJFAL SORRY I POSTED THIS SO LATE BUT FCKKKK u really made my heart go !!! with these headcanons 🥺 these ARE LITERALLY SO CUTE. i love how you were able to draw interactions with all the boys why haven’t you started a writing blog yet i

goshiki and kags would be good friends ngl and kageyama in a suit at the yule ball…i am LOOKING <3

this was so good. alice i love u and u have stolen my heart once again. u are beAUTIFUL if akaashi doesn’t take you out for stargazing imma have to do it myself

#alice <3 #vera is 💞 #my bb loves <3 #djflasj this was so sweet pls i love them >:( #vera talks #kagevera #submission

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Surf's Up

Jotaro x reader fluff

SFW

The beach was packed with men, women and children, ready to enjoy the summer sun and play in the ocean. But you weren't here to sun bathe or laze around. No, today your were learning to surf.

A few weeks ago, you were watching others out on the water, enjoying the sport. You always wanted to try it out and finally, you went out and bought your own board. Calling around some places, you finally found an instructor who would meet you at the beach and teach you how to surf.

Having gotten there a few minutes early, you placed your board on the sand, just on the edge where the water lapped up. Obviously, you weren't ready to fully go into the ocean, but sitting on the flat surface while the water touched your skin was refreshing.

Your hired instructor still hadn't shown up yet. You've been waiting almost twenty minutes now. Sighing, you decided to copy the surfers already out on the waves and stand on your board.

You shifted your feet, trying to stand like the others, when the water reached your board and pulled it inward, causing you to teeter and lose your balance. You would have fell to the wet sand, but found yourself suspended in mid air, caught by a single strong arm. Opening your eyes that you closed to embrace the impact, you saw the face the man who caught you.

He was very handsome. Dark hair, sharp features, eyes that looked like the ocean itself, and very broad shouldered. "Are you alright?" He asked in a gruff tone.

Embarrassed that he seen your clumsiness, you nodded and stood on your own. Observing him a little more, he was dressed in a wet suit, holding his own surfboard under his right arm. "Oh. Yeah, thanks for catching me. I'm just waiting for my surf instructor."

"Surf instructor?" He realized this was your first time on a board and that you were waiting for someone to teach you how to surf.

"Yeah, I hired someone to teach me how to surf. It looks fun, so I wanted to try it." You bent down to pick up your board.

The man was silent, turning his head a little to look for your instructor. Then he spotted a man coming towards your location.

He was your typical surfer type. Long hair pulled into a ponytail, tight swim shorts and bare chested; he was obviously well fit and very good-looking.

"I'm your instructor." He didn't know why he said that. Something about you wanted him to be by you more and that he felt a very small tinge of jealousy of the other man occupying your time. He could definitely teach you. "Jotaro." He said, holding his hand out for a handshake.

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms. "You're my instructor?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

You took a moment to stare this large man down. Something about this situation seemed off. Shrugging, you said, "No. No problem. My name is Y/N. So, whats the first step?"

"You're pretty eager to do this, arent you?"

"It looks fun." You said. "I've been watching for a while now and I want to try it."

Jotaro made a grunt in his voice then turned around. "We'll go somewhere it's not as packed so you can learn better. Follow me."

You almost had to skip-step to keep up with the large man. It was already hard enough to keep up with his long strides on the sand. Coming up to a less crowded area, Jotaro stopped and let his board fall to the shoreline. "This is good."

Looking around, you two were definitely away from the majority of the beach goers. Mostly alone. You dropped your board next to his, turning your head and waiting for your instructions.

He didnt say much, but he pushed his board out to the water with his foot then straddled his board.

Cocking your head to the side, you wondered why he was already going out to the water. "Don't we learn on the shore before we go onto the water?"

"Its not the way I teach. The only way you're going to learn is by doing. Now come on."

Pouting, you straddled your board and followed him out to the waves.

It was hard trying to keep your balance, even just by sitting. Your body rocked side to side as you tried to keep your board steady.

Once far enough, Jotaro came to a stop. "This is a good spot."

"There are no sharks out here, are there?" You asked nervously. Both of you were pretty separated from the main beach and everyone else.

"Could be." Jotaro said calmly. "I wouldn't worry about it." He came closer and grab at one of your legs dangling in the water, lifting it up to the surface of your board. "Work on your balance by putting your legs under you."

It felt like your heart stopped when Jotaro touched you. His hand was gentle as he brought up your leg, causing you to turn your cheeks a little pink. You did as you were told and put your legs under you.

"Start by crouching." Jotaro pulled back a little. "Its best to go slow and once you feel more comfortable, then you can-"

SPLASH

Jotaro looked over in time to see you gasp for air when you resurfaced from falling into the water. "Yare yare..." He sighed. "I didn't say to stand up yet, did I?"

Coughing, you looked up at him, arms laying on the surf board. "I wasn't standing! I was crouching like you said and my feet slipped! The board is slippery!" You pulled yourself back up. This was already harder than it looked, you dreaded riding actual waves now. "Maybe I can't do this."

Jotaro looked at you with a scowl. "What kind of attitude is that? You fall once on your first day and you're ready to quit? Pathetic. You think I didn't fall? Every surfer wipes out at least three or more times whenever they go out."

His words, even though there didn't seem to have any emotion to them, were some how uplifting. He sounded like a grump and annoyed that he was teaching you, but he was patient with you as you nodded and tried to feel for your balance again. After a few more tries, you could only get to a half crouch before you kept falling into the water.

It was getting late; you had been out here for hours. The afternoon, dispite some frustration from the both of you, was actually really fun. Jotaro was a really nice guy, even though he gave off that 'back off' vibe. Straddling your board again, you looked off in the distance at the other surfers. Someday, you would be good enough to ride those waves.

"What are you looking at?" Jotaro grumbled.

Shrugging, you told him that you couldn't wait to hit the waves; to feel the excitement and adrenalin in your body.

There was a silence before Jotaro wrapped an arm around you and pulled you onto his own board, sitting you in front of him. He started paddling the two of you farther out where the main waves were.

"H-Hey! Where are we going?" You looked back to your board bobbing alone behind you. "What about my board? What if it gets dragged out into the ocean?!"

"I'll buy you a new one. Just shut up for now."

That stung a little, but you had shut your mouth and looked forward at a large wave forming in front of you. Eyes widening and heart pounding, you watched it grow larger and larger. "Jotaro... Wha-?!" He picked you up and cradled you in his gigantic arms.

"You wanted to ride a wave. So we are."

"H-Have you done this before?" Panic apparent in your voice. "Holding someone while surfing?"

"Nope."

That wasn't reassuring, but there was nowhere for you to run to. You were out in the ocean with this increasingly growing wave coming at you.

"Okay. Here we go." Jotaro warned, standing up taller and hit the wave. "Hey, open your eyes."

You didn't realized you had closed them, it was just automatic from the fear you were feeling. Opening them slowly, you saw the wave on the right while you glided side by side with it. The wind and the ocean scent hit your face with a refreshing feeling. This was exciting.

Looking up, you could see how focused Jotaro was while he stared forward to where he was going. When he felt your gaze, he looked down at you. There was a moment between the two of you as you got lost in each other's eyes, which broke Jotaro's focus and he lost control of the board. You both fell into the water, rolling underneath as the waves finally calmed down.

Bursting through the surface, you swam to Jotaro's surf board and held on as you tried to catch your breath. Jotaro emerged shortly after you did and hung on next to you, a small smirk on his lips. You smiled too. "That was short lived."

"Well, if I hadn't lost my focus, I would have cleared that wave." He turned his head to you. "You distracted me."

"Oh, did I now?" You laughed, sliding closer and coming face to face with him. "How could I have possibly distracted you?"

Jotaro inhaled sharply when he felt your lips on his, surprised by your boldness. But he closed his eyes and quickly melted into it, sliding his hand behind your head and pulling you closer.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jotaro rested his forehead on yours, nuzzling you with his nose. "I don't think kissing your instructor was part of the deal."

"Its a good thing you aren't my instructor then."

Jotaro froze and pulled his head back to look at you. "How did you know I wasn't your instructor?"

You couldn't contain your grin at this point. "I knew right from the start... Since the instructor I hired was a woman."

#jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro #jotaro kujo #my fic #my writing #writing #jotaro x reader

[soybeantree]

blossom 

pairing: mark x reader  genre/warning: singleparent!reader, teacher!mark; some soft shit word count: 7k description: soft mark as your son’s teacher. a/n:  buckle in buttercups

“Do you ever feel like your life is spiraling down a black hole headed nowhere?” “No. Is that an adult thing?”

 The young boy sitting across the table from you asks, pausing in his breakfast consumption. Sighing, you put down your spoon and shake your head. “No, I think it’s a me thing. Your mom is a mess. Have I apologized to you lately that you ended up with me as a mom?” The young boy chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re a great mom and a beautiful mess.” He says as he stands up and clears his dishes, heading for the sink. “I’m a blessed mess.” You call over your shoulder as you stand up. “It’s the only way I could end up with a kid like you.” You add as you follow your son’s example and place your dishes in the sink. As you start to rinse them off, you catch sight of the clock. “Oh, shhh-It’s time to go!” You save yourself, shooting your son a smile. The kid shakes his head. “Swear jar.” “I didn’t say it.” “Swear jar.” His arms cross his chest, and his feet stand firm. Your cause is lost. “Fine. Go grab your jacket and backpack. And hurry about it!” You call as he disappears into his room. Heading towards the annoyingly large glass jar which sits in the far corner of your living, you dump all of your change into it. The jar is nearly full, and the sight makes you cringe. The past few weeks at work have been stressful, leading to your statement at breakfast and the full jar. While you hope the trend won’t continue, reality leads you to believe otherwise. You do need to find a better outlet for your stress though, or you’re going to end up broke. “Mom!” “Coming.” You rush to the entryway, slipping on shoes before dashing out the door your son is so kindly holding open. His school is close by, the reason you chose the apartment. He insists that being ten he is old enough to walk to school by himself. You insist that being twenty-eight you are not old enough for him to walk to school on his own. You plan on living a long and healthy life, and if something happens to him, you’ll either end up dead from grief or in jail for vengeance. So the two of you walk to school together. These couple minutes are sacred to you. With all the stress and demands of work, time with your son is scarce, so you take advantage of every minute you have. “Alright, what do I need to know about this coming week?” You ask as you head down the street. Your son walks silently beside you, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “What is it?” You ask at his hesitation. “We are currently in a full honesty, no judgment zone. Didn’t you see the sign we just passed?” You gesture over your shoulder to the non-existent sign behind you. He cracks a smile and shakes his head. “There was no sign mom.” “Okay, but my point still stands.” Taking a deep breath, he starts. “I want to make a deal with you.” His eyes dart to yours, and you nod urging him to continue. “If you say yes, you can take back all the money in the swear jar.” The money in the swear jar is designated for charity. You two had come up with this deal when he was in first grade and was sent to the principle’s office for swearing in class. You had been mortified but were even more mortified when you realized it was your fault. That day you had told him that swearing in school was not okay and promised that you would stop swearing, and that ff he caught you swearing, then you would put all the change in your wallet into the swear jar. Once it was full, you would take all the money and donate it to the charity of his choice. While you hadn’t been able to keep your promise as diligently as you would have liked, you two had donated quite a bit to charities. “Kid, that money-” He holds up his hand though, and you zip your lips. It’s his time to talk. “At the end of the month, we’re going to have a choir concert.” Everything within you plummets as your mind follows the path he’s laying out. “Minnie’s mom was supposed to help with the costumes and the set, but she broke her arm and can’t. Mr. Mark can’t do it all by himself, and he asked if any other parent’s might be able to help. I know you’re busy with work, but no other parent’s can help and if Mr. Mark doesn’t get any help then we can’t do the concert and-and…” His shoulders heave, and his eyes start to glisten, and you stare back at him helpless. Ever since that first day when the doctor placed this tiny bundle in your arms, you’ve been helpless whenever you look in those eyes. “Okay.” “Okay? You’ll do it!” He bounces on his feet, smiling up at you so brightly, and you know if you could you would give this kid the world. “Yes, yes, I’ll do it.” “Mr. Mark will be so happy.” He beams as he starts to skip down the street. “Mhm.” You nod as you follow him at a more moderate pace. Mr. Mark. Mark Tuan was your son’s first grade teacher, the one who had sent him to the office for swearing. He was there when you came to pick him up. Your son had been in tears. He hadn’t realized what he said was a bad word. Mommy said it all the time. He didn’t want to be a bad kid. Mark had sat beside him, telling him that just because he said a bad word didn’t mean that he was a bad kid. People made mistakes. He just needed to learn from his mistake, so that way he didn’t make them again. Standing down the hall watching the interaction, your mind was a war of emotions, the chief being mortification. You were mortified that you were teaching your son to cuss; that because of you, he felt this way about himself; and that Mark witnessed it all. The second emotion was gratitude. You were grateful that Mark was the one who witnessed it, that he would sit with your son and comfort him, and that he had somehow found a way back into your life. Fate is funny, you think as you give your son a kiss and send him off to school. While the goodbye embarrasses him as it would any ten year old boy, he lets you do it every morning. Because, as he has told you so many times, his love for you is greater than any embarrassment. You hope it’s something he learned from you. That cussing isn’t the only thing you’ve taught him.  Your love for him is greater than any embarrassment. You wish it was the same for your family. Heading towards the nearby bus stop, your mind wanders through old memories. You were young when you had your son. Fresh out of high school, you found out you were pregnant. You were unwed and unemployed with only your family to lean on, except you couldn’t. They wouldn’t let you. Coming back from another unsuccessful job hunt, you had found a suitcase on your parent’s doorstep with all your clothes in it. Your father wasn’t pleased with what had happened you could tell that by his stony silence and your mother was always looking away when you entered a room, but they were your parents. They should love you more than any embarrassment. You had stood on their doorstep, pounding on the door and screeching until night fell. But the door never opened. They probably weren’t even home. They had kicked you out and fled. You collapsed against the door, staring at the sliver of moon which hung in the sky. That’s when Mark came. You had known Mark your whole life. He lived down the street from you and was by far the coolest kid on the street. All the boys wanted to be his friend and all the girls wanted to be his girl-friend. He was your first crush and your first love. Being two years older than you, he had already gone off to college. So when he came and crouched down in front of you, you were shocked to see him. He had undoubtedly heard you screaming, the whole neighborhood had, but he didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t ask about it or offer any false words of hope. Instead, he held out a hand and asked if you wanted to grab something to eat. As you board the bus, you smile at the memory. His face had shone with kindness, but all you wanted was to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone and stop trying to be nice. With him there, you couldn’t curl up in a little ball and cease existing. But you said none of that. You couldn’t. While the thing inside you was probably no bigger than a grain of rice, it needed you. Without you, it couldn’t survive, and you refused to abandon it. Your love for it would be greater than any embarrassment. So you took Mark’s hand and let him pull you up. He grabbed your suitcase and, with his hand still wrapped around yours, started walking down the street. He did all the talking which was shocking because he never talked. Mark was always the quiet, mysterious type, but tonight he was a fountain of words. He told you about how he was studying to be a teacher and about his roommate Jinyoung who was also pursuing education. The two of you headed to a local restaurant, and over a steaming bowl of soup, he continued to speak. Eventually, you started talking too and joking. He never asked about the pregnancy or made any comments about it. For one night, you were able to just be you. After dinner, he offered you his sister’s room for the night. Being older than him, she had already moved out. Hesitant, you declined, but he assured you his parents wouldn’t mind. Having no other options, you relented and agreed. His parents didn’t mind. They welcomed you in with open arms, showing you the spare room. A towel lay folded neatly on the bed with little bottles of shampoo and soap. After a warm shower, you laid down and fell asleep instantly. The next morning, you woke before any of them. During your shower the night before, you had accepted the truth. The life you had lived before came to an end when the second pink line appeared. Your parents made it very clear you no longer had a place here, and you couldn’t live of the Tuan’s kindness forever. Before they could wake and talk you out of your decision, you left with only a note to thank them for their kindness. Life was hell after that. Working, raising a kid, and putting yourself through college, you wonder how you did it. There were lots of tears and sleepless nights, but you survived. After all your hard work, you were able to land a good job and send your son to a good school. He loved his school, especially his teacher Mr. Mark. It wasn’t until that first parent-teacher conference that you realized Mr. Mark was your Mark. That had been a fun night, followed by more fun nights. Over the school year at different functions, you and Mark had filled each other in on those years since you left. He regaled you with the tales of him and his friends, and you allowed him a glimpse of your hell. Feelings you had thought long dead floated to the surface. They weren’t the same though. The infatuation of a young girl had matured into respect and appreciation and desire. For a time, you entertained your childhood fantasies. Then your son swore. Standing there watching Mark comfort him, you were thrown back to that day on your parents doorstep. After all those years and all that hell, you were still the same girl who needed Mark to step in and help her up. You couldn’t face him after that. The feelings which had surfaced, you forced back down. Your son graduated to second grade and your interactions with Mark dwindled until your son decided to join the school choir. For years, the school choir had been run by a kind old man who had lost his hearing at some point during his tenure. No one had the heart to tell him though. But, before your son’s third grade, the old man announced that that year would be his last. Mark, a music minor, was unanimously elected as his successor, and your son was one of the first kids to sign up the next year. Now, you see Mark on a weekly basis. Thus far you have successfully limited your interactions to polite greetings and small talk. Stepping off the bus, you acknowledge that moving forward this will no longer be the case. The two of you will be working closely until the concert. The feelings you sunk, stir at the prospect, but you force them to still. Mark has always been a pleasant fantasy, but you live in the real world and have dealt with too much shit to indulge in fantasies.

Later that week, you sit hunched over a sewing machine as you curse under your breath. The damn bobbin keeps messing up, and if you have to re-thread the needle one more time, you’re likely to shove the whole thing off the table. Believing the school would have adequate equipment for the task at hand, you left your beautifully functioning sewing machine at home. The mistake would not be repeated again. Next time, you would bring it. 

Needle re-threaded, you run the cloth through the machine, only to hear the whir and feel the tell-tale tug. Before the machine can meet the floor, long hands pull it out of your reach. Glancing up, you find Mark standing above you. A smile tugs at his lips, but he forces them to still. He wants to appear serious. “Would you be able to help me with the set pieces? I’ve finished cutting them out. I just need someone a little more artistic to paint them.” Sewing had offered you the opportunity to distance yourself from Mark, but if you spend any more time with that machine, you’ll end up owing the school a new machine. Maybe that’s what you should do with the swear jar money this time around. You muse, chuckling to yourself. “What?” Mark’s eyes catch yours. “Nothing, I was just- it’s nothing. I’ll just get started on those set pieces.” You stand heading over to the cut-outs. The less talking you do the easier all of this will be. You grab a nearby paint brush and bucket and begin outlining the branches. Mark settles next to a fence as an uncomfortable silence falls. “Do you mind if I put on some music?” Mark’s voice breaks the silence. Your brush streaks across the tree leaving an ugly stain. You hadn’t expected him to speak. Determined to escape the awkwardness, you had filled your mind with everything you had to do for work. “No, I don’t mind.” You clear your throat. “It’s fine.” Music starts as you try to fix your mistake. The two of you continue to work, as the music pushes the silence back. However, the awkwardness remains and grows worse as the night drags on. You continually check your phone, hoping hours have ticked by. But only minutes have passed. “Mom!” Your sons voice enters the room, and you glance up from the bush you’re working on. A relieved smiled slips on your face. Today’s torture is coming to an end. “Hey, sweetie. How was studying at Minnie’s?” You ask as you start to gather up the brushes and paint. Not able to physically help with the concert, Minnie’s mom had offered to watch your son while you worked. “I finished all my homework.” He beams. “You did? Good job, kiddo.” “Yes…” A glint appears in his eyes. Pushing off the floor, you cross your arms and nod for him to continue. “Since I finished all my homework, I was wondering if we could go and get some ice cream.” He fixes you with those eyes, and you tell yourself that he earned a treat. You’re not being a pushover. “Okay,” He fist bumps the air before you can finish, “We can get ice cream.” You chuckle as he proceeds to do the dorky victory dance he learned from you. “But first, help me clean up. We don’t want to leave this mess for Mr. Mark.” “Oh, Mr. Mark,” he turns to his teacher, “do you want to get ice cream with us?” The invitation should have been obvious. You should have waited to agree until after you left. Now the invitation hangs in the air, and you can’t face Mark. You can barely face your son for fear he will read too much in your expression. Smoothing your face, you turn to Mark with a simple smile. “You’re more than welcome to come with us.” “Sure, I can always eat ice cream.” He returns the smile. Drawing on a strength you didn’t even know you possessed, you manage to keep the smile on your face and nod. With the three of you working together, you finish the clean up in minutes. Down the street from the school is a local ice cream shop which has been run by the same family for generations. Here you three head for the promised treat. Your son is quick to order chocolate fudge, requesting a second scoop when he thinks you’re not paying attention. He receives one scoop with sprinkles. You request the more moderate vanilla. Mark completes the trio with cookies ‘n cream. Outside the shop, benches and tables sit clustered around a little wishing well. Your son plops onto a chair, and you settle on the bench across from him, failing to realize your mistake until Mark exits the shop with his cone in hand. The cluster your son has chosen only has the chair he occupies and the bench under you, leaving the only available seat beside you. Glancing at your son, you find that glint in his eye as he slowly licks away at his ice cream. “Do you mind?” Mark asks gesturing to the accursed spot. You shake your head scooting over until the arm rest bites into your side. Mark lowers himself, careful to keep an arms width of distance between you two. “Mr. Mark?” Your son asks. Mark motions for him to continue. “Did you really know my mom when she was little?” Sputtering turns to coughing as you choke on your ice cream. Mark pats you gently on the back, but you wave him off. “Sorry.” You cough. “Wrong pipe.” “Ummm…” Mark glances at you, but you wave him off again as you regain your breath. “Uh, yes. We grew up in the same neighborhood.” He turns his attention to your son. “What was mom like when she was little?” “We didn’t know-” “She was very independent,” He cuts you off, “like she is now.” “Really? How so?” “There’s one thing I remember from when we were really young. She would wander away from her house all the time, and the whole neighborhood would know when it happened because her mom would rush out of the house screaming. Everyone would start looking for her, and she would be somewhere different every time. When she finally returned home, her mom would rage at her.” “Mom!” Your son accuses. “And you won’t even let me walk to school by myself.” “Do as I say not as I do. Have you ever heard that expression?” You defend your protectiveness. “I was lucky that nothing happened to me.” Mark clears his throat before taking another bite of ice cream. You eye him. “What?” “You weren’t always lucky.” He mumbles, but you still hear him. At your bewildered expression, Mark continues more clearly. “There was one time I saw you wandering, and there was this guy. He made me feel uneasy, so I went and got my dad. And he reported the man to the police.” The knowledge sends a chill racing down your spine, and you stare at him horrified. “After that, I would always keep an eye on your door, and if you ever went wandering I would follow behind.” “You did?” Clearing his throat, he nods, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. “So you were my mom’s guardian angel?” Mark chuckles. “I wouldn’t say that. I was just worried something might happen.” His focus goes to his ice cream as he continues to chip away at it. You stare at him and then a crack in the sidewalk until your ice cream drips onto your hand. Cursing in your head, you lick up the mess and make quick work of the frozen treat and cone. Your son works more slowly, that glint in his eye ever present, so you hurry him along and excuse yourself from the situation. You need to get home before any other secrets come to light.

At work the next week, you sit through yet another meeting. This one thankfully marks the end of the project you’ve been slaving over for the past month. You wish your boss would show his gratitude for your teams hard work, by not having a meeting. Glancing at your co-workers, you can tell they are of the same mind set. Your boss does end the meeting earlier than usual though which everyone applauds. 

As you gather your things and prepare to return to your desk, you hear your name called. Your boss stands on the other side of the room a smile on his face. That smile sends your stomach plummeting. It means more work for you. With this project completed, you had hoped you would receive a reprieve from your overloaded schedule, but you seem to be luckless.

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat that?” He chuckles at your bewilderment. “I want you to head our new office.” “If I’m not mistaken, that office is in a different country.” He nods. “Of course the promotion comes with a move, but the company would assist with your relocation, and you would be allotted a housing stipend.” The offer is an honor, recognition for all the work you’ve put in. Everyone knew about the new office opening, and the office gossip had all been supposition about who would helm it. You had never given consideration to the idea that it would be you. While work can be exhausting, you are content where you are, and you believed the company was content to keep you where you are. “This is a big change, sir. Could I have some time to think about it?” “Of course, we don’t have to announce anything for another two weeks. Take your time think it over, but I’m sure you’ll find the benefits outweigh any minor inconveniences you face now.” His smile broadens as you nod. Exiting his office, you find your co-workers packing up and saying their farewells. A glance at the clock confirms that the workday has come to an end. You breath a sigh of relief. After that bombshell, you wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything. Grabbing your own bag, you head out of the building to your bus stop. The bus ride home is spent in silence. You watch the world pass by, but notice nothing as your mind weighs the benefits against the “minor inconveniences”. While your boss saw them as minor, you did not see them the same way. Moving meant leaving the apartment you had worked for years to be able to afford. It meant tearing your son from his school and his friends. It meant uprooting the life you had worked so hard to achieve. Did the benefits really outweigh what you would have to give up? You would have a new apartment, probably better than the one you had now, but it wouldn’t be the apartment that you had walked by every day for three years, promising yourself that one day you would live there. Your son would make new friends. The new city would have a good school, maybe a better one than he went to now, but Mark wouldn’t be there. That last thought stills you, and you almost miss your stop. Hoping off the buss, you start towards the school, but the familiar path is a blur as you try to rid Mark from your mind. He doesn’t fit into any of your plans and isn’t one of the “minor inconveniences”. Your relationship with Mark ends at the school gate. As you approach that gate, you find your son standing there talking with Minnie and a few of his other friends. When he notices you, he says his goodbyes and heads towards you. “How about a hug today, kiddo?” You hold your arms open wide, and after a moments hesitation, he walks into them. Squeezing him tight, you breath deeply. “You know I’m the only kid my age whose mom still hugs him?” He mumbles into your shoulder. “That’s either because they don’t want to be hugged or because their moms don’t love them as much as I love you.” You reply, releasing him. He gives you a look, causing you to chuckle. “I was thinking BBQ for dinner tonight. What do you think?” “Really? Yes! Let’s go!” He starts off down the street before you can change your mind.

Sitting at the table waiting for the waitress to bring your drinks, you prepare yourself for the coming conversation. This move will affect him just as much as it affects you. He has a right to know what’s coming and to add his input. 

“Mom, what is it?” His question startles you and draws your attention to him. “What?” “You keep staring at nothing and sighing, and you said we could have BBQ tonight. Something is going on.” Your poker face never was the greatest. Nodding, you begin. “I’ve got some good news, but it could also be bad news.” He nods for you to continue. “My boss called me into his office today to offer me a promotion.” His eyes go wide, and he beams at you. “That’s awesome, mom! You’re the best worker at the company. You deserve a promotion. Why is that bad news?” “The promotion means we have to move.” “Where?” “Another country.” Silence. He stares at you, the joy from moments before washed away by this revelation. “Sweetie-” “Mom, we can’t move to another country. What about my friends and my school and our apartment, and everyone here. We can’t leave all of that.” His voice is a squeak, evidencing the boy he still is. He stares at you with those eyes, and you feel your inside crumble. “I know we would have to give up a lot, and I know that would be hard. But, there are a lot of good things that would come with the new job and the move. We would find you a new school, and you can make new friends. I would be making more money which means that we would be able to do more fun things like go on vacations and adventures.” “Would you be working as much?” You’d be working more. The answer shows on you face. He snorts, crossing his arms. “We won’t be going on any adventures. You’ll be too busy working, and I’ll be home alone with no friends.” “Kiddo, you’ll make-” His glare cuts you off. He’s angry, and he has every right to be. “I think we should both give this some serious thought, and then we can talk about it again.” His response is a huff.

Working with your sewing machine is a relief. If you had to struggle with the demon school machine, you would have gone on a rampage. The promotion has been dominating your thoughts, robbing you of sleep and leaving you peevish. You’ve weighed the pros and cons a thousand times and come to no satisfactory conclusion. Your son is firm in his resolution to stay and refusing to speak to you which irritates your aggravated state. You’re a toe stub away from a full melt down. 

A knock, knock on your work table draws your eyes to Mark who is standing above you with a two steaming mugs in his hand. “Tea?” He offers. While you should say “no” and return to your work because being around Mark isn’t helping your situation, you straighten, stretching the muscles in your back, and reach for the mug. The warmth spreads through your aching fingers, and you sigh as you breath in the tea’s earthy smell. The steam caresses your face, relaxing the muscles. “Thank you.” You mumble as you bring the mug to your lips. “You know even Okoye needed the help of the Dora Milaje when she took on Killmonger.” He states as he perches on the edge of the table. You snort, nearly spilling tea down your front. “What?” “Okoye is the greatest warrior Wakanda has, but she was still able to accept the help of her fellow warriors.” He says, taking a sip from his own mug. “I’m sorry. Are you using a Black Panther analogy to tell me that it’s okay to accept help?” You raise an eyebrow at Mark as you lean back in your chair. Mark smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “It got you to smile didn’t it?” The smile, he referenced, thins to a line, but you can’t keep the edges from tugging upward. “So it at least accomplished one of it’s tasks.” “And the other was to get me to accept help?” “To let you know that you can.” His eyes hold yours, and you feel yourself falling back through time to that day on your parent’s doorstep. The last day you had accepted anyone’s help. “Are you offering again?” Your eyes fall from him as you set the mug on the table, your fingers fiddling with it’s handle. “I’ve never stopped.” His voice is light, and you can hear the smile in it. But the words lay heavy on your shoulders. “Mark-” But you don’t know what to say after that. Does he want you to apologize? Do you want to accept his help? You don’t even know what you want?   “I hear congratulations are in order.” He says sparing you from your unfinished thought. “What?” “Your son told me that you’ve been offered a promotion.” Mark explains. The action shouldn’t surprise you. Your son has been attached to Mark since his first day of school. He’s the first solid male figure in his life. “What else did he say?” Mark pauses, his eyes drifting to a corner of the room. “You said it was okay to accept your help, Mark.” You don’t look at him as you speak, and the words burn on the way out. But you say them in the hopes of alleviating your ever mounting stress. “He won’t talk to me. I’d like to know how he’s feeling.” “He doesn’t want to move. He’s afraid he’ll be alone because he won’t have any friends and you’ll be too busy to spend time with him.” Your son is shy. A truth which you have buried as you’ve contemplated your decision. His fear is well-founded, and it rips at your chest. “You don’t think I should take it.” The irritation that’s been gnawing at you bleeds into your words, turning them from a question to an accusation. Mark holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender, and with a simple smile says, “I think you should do what you think is right.” He relaxes his arms, folding his hands on his lap. His smile and demeanor fit his words, supporting them, but his eyes don’t. His smile doesn’t reach them and an emotion resides in them which sets your heart racing. The emotions which you have been suppressing for years burst forth, and you find yourself asking, “How do you feel about this, Mark?” The question encompasses more than this moment and this decision. The question goes back years to when you were kids growing up in the same neighborhood. You ask him how he feels, but really you want to know why he followed you all those days, why he offered you a hand and a place to stay, why he was with your son at the principle’s office, and why he keeps showing up in your life. “I don’t want you to go.” The answer is simple and soft. No loud declaration or demand. “What?” “I’ve never wanted you to go, but I understand that just because I want you to stay doesn’t mean you should.” He smiles, shattering everything inside of you. “Why?” The question is pointless and self-serving, but you have to know, want to hear him say it. “Because I love you. I have since that first day I followed you on your wanderings.” Tears leak from your eyes, evidence of your wreckage within. “I-I...” You stutter as your brain shifts through the rubble for a response. “I have to go.” You stand up, grab your bag, and run like you did back then like you always do.

“It’s time to go.” Your son informs you. They’re the only words he’s spoken to you in the last week.

You catch his eyes in the bathroom mirror and give him a smile as you nod. “I’ll be ready in just a minute.” His lips remain a thin line as he turns and heads for the door. A sigh forces the air from your chest and slumps your shoulders. After a final check of your make-up, you head out of the bathroom and towards the front door where your son is waiting. He fixes his eyes on  the door as he waits for you to slip on your shoes, and he is out the door the second they are on. He keeps two steps ahead of you the whole way to the school. “How much longer do you plan to keep this up? If we move, are you never going to speak to me again?” “You’re going to take the job.” He whirls around to face you with tears welling in his eyes. Clearing your throat, you respond, “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to know.” “If I say ‘yes’, can we stay here?” Hope has replaced the tears, and you find it wrenches your heart more. “We should hurry. I don’t want you to be late.” You start to walk again, and your son plods along behind you.

The concert is beautiful. The costumes, the set, the singing. Everything turned out perfectly. But you notice none of it. Your attention is split between your son who whispers and giggles with his friends during each song break and Mark who directs the boys with a patient smile. 

Since the night he confessed, you have kept your distance from him, not even helping with the final set up for the concert. Mark never texted or called about your absence. He allowed you your space like he always does. Staring at the most important person in your life and the person who has always been beside you, you make your decision. The weight which has rested on your shoulders since your boss offered you the promotion lifts instantly. You exhale all the stress and smile as you sit back and enjoy the rest of the concert. When the last song is sung and the children take their bows, you stand up and applaud with the rest of the parents. Your son finds you in the crowd. His smile pushes his cheeks into his eyes, and he practically glows with pride. But all too soon, memory returns, and he whips his attention from you. You continue to applaud though until the children take their final bow and exit the stage. Leaving your seat, you head back stage to share your decision with your son. Before you can reach him though, you run into Mark. He freezes when he sees you, and you mirror the behavior. Clearing his throat, he nods to you and continues on his way. “Mark.” He stops. “Can I talk to you?” He turns his eyes finding yours. The way he looks at you stills your heart and stops your breath. He’s searching, and you wonder what he sees. Whatever he saw causes him to nod again as he walks towards you. He leads you to a small alcove which allows you both a modicum of privacy. Standing a few feet apart, Mark starts talking, “If this is about what I said the other night, I want to-” You hold up a hand stopping him. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, staring him straight in the eyes though your mind screams in protest. “I’m sorry I ran then and that I ran all those years ago. I tell myself that I’m strong and independent but most of the time I’m just scared. And I act out of fear. Even as I say all of this to you, I’m scared,” you release a shuddering breath but continue, “but I’m tired of letting my fear control me. I love you too, Mark. I’ve loved you since before I can remember.” The truth flies from your lips leaving you with only fear as you study Mark’s face. He smiles, not big and bright but small and sad. Watching him, your heart plummets. “What I said that night is the truth. I love you, but I know that just because I love you doesn’t mean I can stop you from doing what is best for you.” You blink as your mind works to unravel the meaning behind his words. His response was unexpected and unwanted. Searching his eyes, realization strikes. “The job. You’re talking about the job.” You chuckle to yourself which furrows Mark’s brow. “I’m not taking the job, Mark.” “If it’s because of me…” You both know the end of the sentence. You smile up at him, and yours is big and bright. “It’s not because of you. Well, it’s not fully because of you.” Your smile eases as sensibility asserts itself. “I would be lying if I said you didn’t play into my decision. “The truth is it really is an incredible job. It comes with more money and more opportunities. And for those reasons, I’d be a fool not to take it. But it also comes with more hours and more traveling which means less time I get to spend with my son. You pause, your eyes becoming unfocused as your mind travels back to your early years. “When he was little, and I was putting myself through that hell; I told myself it’ll be worth it. If I work hard now and put in the hours, when he’s older I won’t have to. I can have time with my son.” Glancing back up at Mark, you continue, “If I take this job, I’ll have lied to myself all those years. I only have so much time before my son goes off to live his own life. I want to spend all the time I can with him until that day. “After that day,” you shrug your shoulder, “I’ll take a job with money and opportunities and hours and traveling. So I guess, I’m not saying no. I’m saying not now.” “Not now.” Mark nods with a true smile. “Not now.” You repeat returning his smile. “So what happens now then?” “I wouldn’t be opposed to dinner.” You cock a brow. “I also like movies. Video games occasionally. They’re really good stress relievers.” Mark snorts and nods. “I’m free for dinner most nights. And I also like movies and video games.” “Do I get to go to dinner and the movies and play video games too?” Both of your heads turn to face your son who stands in front of the alcove, smiling up at you two with his hands clasped behind his back, a familiar glint in his eye. “How long have you been there?” You ask. “Long enough to know that you two love each other and we’re not moving.” He smiles up at you. You’re caught between wanting to scold him and wanting to laugh. “And you didn’t think you should announce your presence?” “No.” Mark laughs, and you glare at him, but he continues. Shaking your head, you rub your eyes. “I’m hungry. Are you both hungry?” Glancing between the two, you find them both agreeing. “Good. Then let’s go to dinner, and we can talk about all of this there.” Your son smiles wide and heads for the door. As you start to follow him, you feel a hand slip into yours. Mark meets your eyes and offers you a simple smile. You return the smile and fall into step with him as you two head after your son.

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[90simaginesandfanfics]

Omg, can I jump on the Jeff Ament bandwagon? How about a one shot where he hooks up with a dancer? Her studio is near where the band rehearses and they’re friendly in a neighborly way and she teases him about learning to dance. Then he shows up and it leads to smut!

He was there again. Leaning against the wall of the studio on the other side of the street, one of his friends propped up next to him smoking a cigarette. You had noticed Jeff for the first time a month ago or so whenever you left the dance studio. He would usually be outside the recording studio seemingly taking a break from whatever he was doing, or getting something from his car. You had introduced yourselves to each other not soon after, but you still felt nervous every time you saw him, not sure whether or not to approach him first. This time you didn’t have to though, as he noticed you and waved you over. His friend sent you a quick nod before putting his cigarette out and making his way back into the building.

“How you doing?” Jeff asked as you got closer, and you tried to ignore the fact that he was wearing a tank top which showed off his muscular arms. You snapped out of your reverie and focused on his face instead, which held a goofy smile.

“Good. Just practising routines as usual. We’re all getting ready for the show next month.” You said. You had been dancing since you were born, and it was amazing that you got paid to train and teach kids, while also competing yourself.

“I’m expecting you to win, I mean you can’t let me down.” He replied and you laughed nervously.

“Well there are tonnes of amazing dancers competing this year, so the likelihood of that happening is small. I’m going to have to put all the stops in.” You told him, not feeling confident in your ability to win anything this year. Jeff scoffed.

“Oh come on, how hard can it be to win one of those things? All you have to do is jump about, I’m sure you’ll win.” He said, although the teasing tone of his voice suggested that he was only trying to rile you up,

“Oh really? Why don’t you show me how easy it is then Mr. Perfect?” You smirked and crossed your arms in front of your chest. He smiled before he raised his arms above his head and started to twirl around like a lumberjack doing ballet, not caring about the fact that anyone driving down the street could see him. You started laughing at his antics, and that despite his claims, he had two left feet. Jeff nearly fell over as he spun around, eventually giving up and ending his little routine on his knees. You clapped slowly after his performance.

“Well, what can I say? That was shit Jeff.” You said bluntly and the both of you started laughing at his miserable excuse for dancing.

“Well then let’s hope you’re a lot better and you do me proud.” He said through his laughs and you silently hoped that you would.

“Well of course Mr. Ament. And if you ever feel the need to learn how to dance properly and not like a constipated fish then let me know.” You said and he gave you a small smile.

*****

“Okay, one last run through before you leave guys!” You shouted out in the studio, watching as all the kids got into their starting position for their routine. You had been training the 5-8’s for the past couple of months for the competition, and you had to admit that the routine you had choreographed was showing off how cute they were. You played the music and watched as they danced, trying to pick anyone up for any mistakes or things to improve on. But like you suspected, everything was perfect. You knew that even though the might not win anything tomorrow, it was clear that they were at the best they could be and were going to do amazingly. The song stopped and you started to clap while the kids looked around excitedly, nerves for the competition tomorrow setting in.

“Okay guys, you can go now. Get lots of sleep and make sure you don’t stay up too late!” You said and they all said goodbye to you before running out of the room and meeting their parents.

After a while, you were left alone in the studio, not wanting to go home quite yet. You removed your jumper, only in a pair of sweatpants and a sports bra as you started to move around the room, watching yourself in the mirror as you practiced the routine you were working on. You wove around the room, hearing the music in your head and hearing the sounds of your feet smacking the floor as you leap into the air and extended your body to the rhythm.

You swept your body to the floor with a final flourish as you finished. You stayed in position for a second or two, about to get up, when you heard clapping coming from behind you. You quickly stood up and turned around, only to find Jeff lent against the door frame of the studio and clapping his hands together, giving you a small grin.

“Very nice. If I didn’t know any better I would say you're the next Ginger Rogers.” He said and you scoffed.

“Ginger Rogers was ballroom. And how did you get in here?” You asked quizzically.

“I have my ways. And my reasons.” Jeff replied, still with a goofy grin plastered on his face. You gestured for him to continue, vaguely aware of the fact that you were standing in front of him in a bra.

“Well, I decided that although I love music, I would also love to learn how to express myself in other ways. So I figured I should learn how to dance. And funnily enough I know one of the best dance teachers around and she happens to rehearse across the street.” He finished dramatically and you quirked your eyebrow at him.

“You want to learn how to dance?” You said and he nodded enthusiastically. You sighed but then nodded and he fist pumped the air and made his way closer to you, making you laugh. You told him to get in a certain position and showed him what to do, and he followed. You spent the better part of half an hour trying to get him to do what you wanted, only to find that he - despite your efforts - wasn’t improving at all. He finally conceded and agreed that he was never going to be a good dancer.

“Well if you’re done, I’m going to get changed and then head home.” You said to him, before turning away and leaning down to put your stuff in the gym bag you brought. But you suddenly felt his presence behind you. You stood up and spun around, only to find yourself pressed against his chest. Jeff’s hands made their way around your waist and you look up to find his face directly in front of yours, his breath fanning your face as you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your voice coming out quiet and breathy as you became overwhelmed by his body pressed against yours.

“Something I should have found the balls to do a lot sooner.” He replied, and stared at you for a few seconds longer, before his lips descended onto yours. They were soft and sweet, just like you could have hoped, and he wove his tongue around yours perfectly, making you release a soft moan into his mouth. That seemed to awaken something in him as you squealed when he suddenly picked up your body. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up, barely giving you time to think before his lips melded against yours once again. You felt him walk forwards, until one of his hands left you to open a door. He walked the both of you inside, still kissing you intensely, as you realised he had brought you both into the equipment room. He put you down on one of the tables covered by a mat, your legs still wrapped around him tightly. Jeff hooked his fingers in your sweatpants and your panties, and started to pull them down. You released yourself from his body and stepped out of them, unhooking your bra afterwards and watching as Jeff’s eyes hungrily took you all in. He started nearly ripping his own clothes off, which left the both of you naked in front of each other. You didn’t have anytime to appreciate his appearance as he grabbed you and lifted you back up onto the table.

You moaned in ecstasy as you felt Jeff enter you, and his long groan suggested that you were making him feel the same way he was making you feel. His head went straight to your neck as he started to kiss and suck up and along your jaw while he moved in and out of you. You moans and heavy breathing were the only things that could be heard in the room, and you were growing hotter and hotter the faster he moved.

Your mouths met once again and you felt yourself build up around him. He started to move faster and that was it. You let go and screamed out his name, not even being able to keep your body held up due to the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. You felt Jeff’s body tense up as he released a guttural groan and came himself. Your legs felt like jelly and you were struggling to catch your breath.

“I think I should sign up for your dance lessons officially.” Jeff suddenly said, breaking the silence in the room. You couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, reminding you of the reason you had started to like Jeff in the first place.

“Maybe I could squeeze in a private lesson at some point.” You replied back and earned a smile from him, before he kissed you once again, neither of you making a move to get dressed or leave. You wanted this moment to last forever.

*****

Happy New Years Eve! Here’s a Jeff imagine to bring in the New Year. I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas and I’m sending lots of love and positive vibes your way xxx

[underopenskies]

The Gimmick Shirt

((Soooo here’s a new installment in Skylar and Hamish’s life. Shenanigans abound. The kids are also adorable here, so that’s a thing~

Also fuck me i finally got this edited. *softly sobs*))

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Weeks rolled on from what Skylar called the 'Young Haz' incident. She wasn't really sure how long it was until all the kids got a stomach virus and spent a couple days puking near constantly- and then she caught the stomach virus.

Only the virus didn't go away, and came with tender breasts and an extreme tiredness. The only reason she kept waking up as easily as she did was because she was getting up, throwing up everything in her body, and then going about her day with frequent bathroom trips.

She managed to keep it under the radar of her worrywart husband and her snooping children.

Skylar had an inkling as to what it was. A trip to town with the kids got her a box of tests and a hilarious gimmick maternity Halloween shirt. She took the tests in the bathroom at home, and lo and behold... She was pregnant. Approximately five weeks along, if she had to guess the date.

The shirt was going to be her plan for a reveal. She just had to wait until he came in for the day. He'd been out moving the herd with Bella, and teaching her how to ride, while Skylar kept the triplets rounded up and entertained.

Rounded up and entertained was easy with some cartoons. That left Skylar free to make her trips back and forth to the bathroom as needed. Which... Today was necessary. She didn’t recall her nausea being this bad but she could hardly keep anything down for too long. Skylar had eaten a bowl of cereal earlier when she'd finally felt hungry, and now... Well.

She was hunched over the toilet bowl, waiting for it to make a return appearance. She'd rolled up the sleeves on the gimmick shirt she wore so she didnt accidentally get puke on them. She was glad the boys did not really understand the shirt all that much which served her purpose.

Her stomach clenched finally and lurched, and Skylar retched into the toilet, one hand holding her one of her horns while the other held onto the rim of the seat. She coughed and gagged again. This baby was going to give her a miserable first couple weeks.

Peter turned away from the cartoons, peeking over the couch as Skylar disappeared into the bathroom again. He slid off the couch and toddled over to the bathroom, looking around the door. “Mommy?” He asked, his voice little and worried.

Shit. Skylar coughed, her stomach squeezing, and spat to clear her mouth. "J-just a minute, Peter. I'll be out in a minute." She hadn't closed the door, because she usually didn't unless she was actually using the toilet, so he was able to peek in and see her hunched over the toilet bowl. He also got to see her toss up a mouthful of cereal in sacrifice to the porcelain god. "I'm o-okay, I promise." She coughed again. This would happen eventually she knew. She got lucky with morning sickness last time when Bella had been little. Of course she'd have it worse now. That’s just how the damn dice of fate fell.

His lip pushed out into a pout, wobbling slightly, his eyes filling with tears. He turned and ran away, his little feet thudding on the floor, he ran to eat window, looking out, trying to spot Hamish and Bella. He could see them, it seemed like they where on their way back to the house. He toddled to the front door. He knew he wasn't allowed to let himself outside without asking first, but this time he felt like it was the right thing to do.

He stood on his tiptoes and reached the door handle, opening it and pushing the door open, letting himself up. He carefully got himself down the steps off the porch and ran around to the back of the house where he had seen Hamish and Bella through the window. "DADDY!" He called out.

Hamish spotted his son, and his brows pushed together in concern.

"Mommy is sick, daddy." Peter called out.

Hamish was stressing out now. He lead Bella and her filly in and helped her dismount. The horses could stay in the round yard for a moment until he could come out and untack them. Bella followed closely after her daddy. Hamish scooped up peter and carried him inside, kicking his shoes off.

"Sky?" He called out, as he came back inside. Peter pointed and Hamish followed the little boy leading him to the bathroom.

She had gone to go after Peter, but nausea kept her glued to the toilet bowl, lest she paint the floors with it instead. She heard the doors click, but she could hear Hamish coming too, and knew he could handle her worried little boy.

The only answer Skylar gave to Hamish's call was the sound of a quiet retch, and sick splashing into the toilet bowl again as she heaved. She choked for a moment, and had to clear her airways of undigested cereal, before her hand slid down to cradle her scarred forehead instead of her horns. Skylar felt like utter garbage, but she would be until her stomach calmed and their baby decided to stop tormenting her. "Nnnnmmm... I... I'm fine, Haz. I'll be..." Her stomach lurched, but there was nothing left to toss up except for sour tasting bile. "I'll b-be out in a minute, okay?"

He shooed peter and Bella back towards the lounge room. "Don't worry peter, daddy will help mommy." The little boy ran off with his sister, Hamish moved into the bathroom and knelt down behind Skylar, rubbing her back. "Babe?" He questioned.

"Sorry." She panted softly, and reached up to flush the toilet. "Ugh. Cereal didn't agree with me." She swallowed thickly, and embraced the warmth from his hand. The muscles of her back twitched under his hands, and she fought off another dry heave. "I'm okay, I promise."

Skylar fetches a damp cloth and wipes her mouth, before leaning back from the toilet. She takes a few deep breaths, and gently pats at the little gimmick skeleton gracing the shirt on her middle, before glancing at him. She offers a weak smile. "Can ya hand me the glass o' water on the sink so I can rinse my mouth please?"

He stood to grab the glass of water, and paused. He grabbed the cup, his eyes fixed on the shirt. He handed it to her and let out a laugh. "Sky." He let out another laugh and his hand joined hers on her belly. "You're pregnant?" He asked.

"According t' the box o' tests I took, and the morning sickness that hits at all hours o' the day, the answer is very much yes." She gives him a shaky smile, and rinses her mouth out swiftly. She leans back when she's done and takes a deep breath, sighing softly. Her fingers lace over his and she gives him a crooked grin. "I was hoping t' tell ya in a less stressful way, but morning sickness kinda dictates my life right now. N' boy do I have a lot of it. Our little one don't like nothing that I eat or drink."

Hamish rubbed his wife’s back and pulled her close, snuggling her against him. "i did the same to my mama when she had me." He kissed her temple and hummed happily.

“Ya did?” She asked wearily, swallowing shakily. Skylar settled against him with a soft sigh, her eyes drifting closed as she inhaled his scent. It didn’t make her nausea any better, but it didn’t make it worse, so she counted it as a win. “How long did ya make her sick for?” With the triplets, Skylar had only been sick once or twice, maybe three times tops. Bella had made her sick in the mornings and whenever she’d ridden Mel for about a month and a half- but this… This was all day and most of the night.

He hummed in thought. “I think I remember her telling me the first two and a half months where really rough. She still got sick after that, but it was a lot easier.”

Two and a half months. Fun. Skylar let off a soft groan and nodded. “Alright. Well, if I’m lucky, I wont be sick nearly that long.” She nuzzles his shoulder with a soft sound, and then shifts. “Lets go calm the kids, okay? I ain’t got anything else to puke up, so I’ll be fine for a while. Peter was pretty upset, n’ I couldn’t exactly go comfort him.�� Not without painting the floor.

He nodded and helped her up walking out of the bathroom with her.

Peter spotted them instantly and ran over to make sure his mommy was okay. The other three had been too busy with their cartoons to really notice.

Skylar stooped down and gently lifted Peter into her arms. She pressed a soft kiss to his head, and rubbed his cheek. "I'm sorry if I worried ya, Peter. I'm okay, I promise." She rubs his cheek gently, leaning into Hamish as she relaxes as best she can with her stomach still queasy. "Thank you for worrying though. That was very good of you t' tell Daddy that I was sick." She made sure to praise him for that. He definitely hadn't had to do that for her, but he did so anyways.

He clung to Skylar.

Bella turned around on the couch and peeked over. She had gone straight to the couch with her brothers when she had come inside with Hamish. "What happened mommy?" She asked. The way she held Peter showed off her shirt, and Bella squinted at it for a moment. Her mommy had been sick a couple times when her brothers were in her tummy. "Mommy, is there a baby in your tummy?" She asked.

That got the attention of her brothers.

"I got sick, baby girl. My tummy didn't like the yummy cereal I gave it." She explained gently. At Bella's following question, Skylar smiled wide and nodded. "Mhm. I've got a baby in my belly." She runs her fingers gently across the faintly puffy slant of her belly. She had gotten back into shape after the triplets, but some things never returned to normal after something like that. "You're all gonna have a baby sibling. The baby is gonna make me sick for a little while, but hopefully not too long."

Bella got up on the couch and squealed, happily bouncing.

Peter watched Bella, a worried look on his face. He looked down at Skylar's belly and cuddled her. "The baby is bad." He mumbled.

Hamish rubbed Peters back. "Why do you say that buddy?" He asked.

"It makes mommy sick." He pouted.

Hamish gave him a sympathetic smile. "It’s okay, mate."

"Aww sweetie, the baby isn't bad." She rubs his back gently and glances at Hamish. "Is Bella bad? Or Charles? Or Sammy? Are you bad? You all made me sick too. That's just something that growing babies do." She gives him a gentle look. "Daddy did it to his Mommy too, and I did it to your Nana. It's something almost all babies do, sweetie. It doesn't mean they're bad."

He pouted and clung to Skylar.

Hamish smiled and rubbed Skylar's back. "Don't worry, he'll work out that it isn't so bad. He likes all the natural growing stuff, so once he realizes there's a baby actually in there, I’m sure he will perk up."

"Once he can feel it kick, I’m sure he'll love it." She smiles softly, and kisses Peter's head again. "But, baby boy, I'm gonna be sick again often. I don't want you to panic if you see me throwing up, okay? Anything else that scares you, ya can run t' Daddy for sure though." She wanted to cover her grounds and make sure he was informed on everything he needed to know.

He rested his head on her shoulders and nodded. He wouldn't like it, but he understood. He had to be a big boy for his mommy. He blinked and looked down at her breasts that he rested against. "Will the baby have your booby milk?" He asked.

Hamish's mouth curled up into an amused smile.

She couldn't help it. Skylar let out an unladylike snort, and smooched the top of his head. "Yes, yes the baby will. That's all the baby will be able to drink for the first long while." She explains gently. "My body will give the baby everything that it needs to grow big and healthy, like you and your brothers and Bella. When the baby gets bigger, it can start eating solid foods with you and you can show it all your favorites."

Hamish chuckled, rubbing Peters back. The other boys had gone back to watching their shows. Peter seemed happy enough clinging to Skylar, but the boys weren't babies anymore. There were getting heavy, and holding them for too long could put a strain on your back.

Unfortunately, Peter was getting heavy and starting to put more of a strain on Skylar’s back. Usually, it wouldn’t bother her, and she didn’t have a problem toughing out the strain just to make her children happy- but she had another baby growing in her belly that she needed to worry about. So, she kissed his cheek gently, and padded to the couch, swinging him gently over the back and depositing him in the gaggle of children on the other side. “Go ahead and watch your cartoons, baby. Daddy and I are gonna go talk in the kitchen, okay?” She smooched each of her children on the head, and straightened, before heading for the kitchen.

He made a small noise of complaint but sat down on the couch with his siblings.

Hamish smiled at the group of kids then followed Skylar to the kitchen. "You okay?" He asked, watching her closely as she made her way to the kitchen.

“I’m as okay as can be.” She said softly, and sighed at the small pile of dishes she had yet to do. Skylar gave Hamish a smile, kissed his cheek, and started in on kitchen work. She managed the house most of the time, after all. “I mostly used that as an excuse t’ get Peter t’ settle down again n’ give my back a break. If he can get engrossed in his cartoons, he won’t fret as much. He worries a lot about us, n’ about his siblings.” Her stomach churned as her fingers brushed crusted ketchup, and her face twisted. But Skylar was tough. She powered through all her pregnancy induced squicks, and may have scrubbed the plate with a bit more force than was necessary, but she didn’t dry heave and didn’t put it aside for the ‘later’ that would never come. “How did Bella do out with the cows? She doin’ alright riding on her own with Chel?”

Skylar had broken the filly herself. The horned woman could walk that horse up and down a mountain, back her backwards through trees, or hell, make her damn near dance a damn tango if she wanted her to. Skylar would not have her daughter riding an untrained horse. Accidents happened when a horse was improperly trained- and it wasn’t that she didn’t trust her husband… But Hamish didn’t know Mustangs like Skylar did.

A wide smile broke out across Hamish’s face. “You’ll have to come out and watch her next time. She’s a natural. Even cantered a little today; it gave her a bit of a shock, but she kept herself in the saddle and brought Chel back to a walk when I told her to.” His chest swelled with pride.

Skylar laughed softly, and finished the dishes. Rinsing her hands, she dried them on her pants and turned around to look at him. She quirked a grin at him. “I’ll come out next time.” She nods. “I’ll use one o’ the other mares, if ya don’t think they’ll mind. Mel ain’t gonna want t’ go far from her foal yet.” And Skylar didn’t want to take the filly too far out there where anything could mess with it. “The boys are still small enough t’ ride with me.”

“Bella would love that.” He smiled. He pulled Skylar against his chest and kissed at the base of her horns. His hands moved to rest towards the middle of her belly. “Baby number five.” He mused.

Skylar cuddled into him with a soft sound and smiled. “I’ll make sure t’ do it then. I want our kids t’ be happy.” She says gently, and curls her arms around his shoulders as she settles her head against his shoulder. She’s tired- pregnancy fatigue has hit her- and she feels fuzzy in the head as she cuddles into him. She’d sleep well tonight for sure. His comment on their baby makes her chuckle. “Hopefully just baby number five.” Her eyes twinkle in amusement at him. “I might have t’ smack ya if ya put three in me again so soon.”

He chuckled, his fingers rubbing gently against her sides. "Why don't you go sit down with the kids, and I'll do dinner tonight." He kissed her forehead. "What where you planning on making?"

"If I sit down, I'll end up sleeping, and there's still things t' be done, not t' mention kids t' keep an eye on." She sighs softly at the kiss to her forehead and leans into his touch. His beard tickles her face, but Skylar adores it a lot. "I was gonna make some steak n' noodles with some carrots on the side for y'all. M' not much feeling food... So I was gonna make somethin' small and bland for me." Good food usually tasted the worst when it came back up, in her experience anyway. Skylar's fingers slipped into the front pocket of his jeans, and she snuggled them against the warmth of his thighs. "Is there something ya wanted in particular for dinner?"

He shrugged. "We have those sausages in the fridge that have to get used, I was thinking of firing up the barbie." He said, gesturing with his thumb towards the back of the house. "The kids like the sausages, and I can do mashed potatoes, and honey carrots." He suggested.

"Mmm, that works." She nods quietly. "I don't mind doing mashed potatoes while ya handle the barbeque, Haz. Though," she gives him a cheeky look, "try not t' accidentally singe your beard this time. Watch when the heat spikes yeah?" Her fingers slide up from his pocket to tickle through his beard.

Hamish chuckled and moved his hand to give Skylar's bum a gentle smack. "I'll be careful, I know how to use it now." He moved to the fridge and pulled out the pack of sausages. He padded through the house and let himself out the back door, getting the attention of all four kids.

If daddy was outside, they wanted to be outside too. Little feet slapped across the floor at they all rushed to find their shoes and let themselves out the back with Hamish.

"Hello my babies." He smiled, the triplets coming to investigate what he was doing with the grill. "You boy's need to go and play on the grass, this is going to get very hot soon, and I don't want you to get burnt."

Bella remembered the incident with the barbeque and kept her distance.

"How about you kids get the chickens back in their pen?" He suggested.

The kids seemed to like the idea and all four ran off, followed by the dogs, to round up the chickens.

Skylar went through the house while the kids stampeded out and picked up toys, before turning off the television. Returning to the kitchen, she spotted the gaggle of children attempting to round up the chickens, and found herself smiling at them through the window. Skylar collected her potato boiling pot, and took the pot, and a bowl of water outside where Hamish had headed to. Where he had padded down onto the grass, Skylar got settled on the stairs, and started to peel potatoes with a sharp paring knife. The potatoes were rinsed in the bowl of water before she dropped them into the pan for boiling. She had a lot of potatoes to peel to make enough mashed potatoes for everyone.

Samuel loved potatoes- so he would probably want multiple helpings. He was a bottomless pit for his favorite food.

Skylar lifted a brow at Hamish as she heard one of the horses whinny from the round corral. "Hey, Hamish? Did ya remember t' take the tack off the horses? Or did ya rush right in when Peter called for ya?"

"Ah, shit." Hamish said, spinning around. He hadn't turned the gas on yet so it wasn't dangerous to leave the barbeque unattended. He jogged over to the corral and freed the horses of their burdens, cooing an apology to them as he did so. He let them both out with the other mares, and then returned to his cooking.

"We're all good now."

Skylar shook her head with a soft laugh. "When something gets ya worried, ya completely forget what you were doing before." She chuckles gently. The knife scraped against the bone of her finger, and she hummed at it and continued to peel. Not having ectoflesh in some areas was helpful.

He flashed Skylar a smile and started the gas, lighting the coals in the barbeque, he waited for the grill to heat up then placed the sausages over the hot coals. He watched the meat, listened to it sizzle, the delicious smell floating through the air. The kids called out, making comments about the yummy smell, it made Hamish smile.

The yummy smell only twisted up Skylar's nausea. She thought it smelled wonderful, right up until the point that her body and their new baby said 'I don't like this, so you don't either'. She may have gone green, but Skylar got the potatoes peeled, before she retreated swiftly into the house to go boil and mash them and make the honey carrots while she was at it.

While she let everything cook, she quietly curled her elbows over the sink and breathed through her nausea. Ugh. There was no winning with this, she mused. She just needed to live with it and maybe Google some home remedies for morning sickness.

Hamish grilled the sausages happily, keeping an eye on the kids as they ran around, enjoying the last few hours of sunlight. Peter followed after his siblings, but came to sit over by Hamish on the steps when they started getting too rough. He liked rough housing with his brothers, but Bella was always a little bit too rough for him.

He watched his siblings though, a little smile on his face, he didn't need to be apart of the action to enjoy it.

Skylar watched the kids out the window, and smiled faintly as they squared off. They were rough and tumble, just like she and her brothers had been. Though Skylar had been a lot older than her brothers, and the age gap had made her into a second parent figure for them after her dad had died. She'd taught them how to use their horns- and how to be gentle enough with them to play with someone who didn’t have horns, like Thomas.

Skylar watched Peter sit out, and wondered if her youngest son was like her eldest little brother. Thomas had been the 'runt' of the litter, and had the weakest bones of them all. Where Skylar could take a beating, Thomas would break. She wondered... As the potatoes and carrots boiled, Skylar acted on her curiosity and braved the smell of outside, going to sit on the steps near Peter. "Hey, Peter?" She hums softly. "You sit out a lot from playin' with your brothers when your sister gets involved. Does it ever hurt when your brothers n' sister butt their horns against yours?" It was possible that he had inherited Hamish's softer bones, which weren't designed to take the sorts of hits hers were. Diluted genetics and all that.

Peter placed his little hand on his skull. "Only when Bella does it." He said softly, leaning against her. "Bella is too strong." He said, he wrapped his arms around Skylar's middle, cuddling against his mom.

Skylar rubbed his little shoulder gently and then his head. "I'll talk with her." She says softly. "Did ya know that I was too strong for my brothers too?" She hums softly, watching Hamish out of the corner of her eyes. The smell has her nauseated, but her children are more important than self-comfort. "I was a lot bigger than them. Your Uncle Tommy has a real soft skull. He couldn't take the hits that I could give- so I had to learn to play gentler, and so did Adam and Greg." She boops his nasal ridge gently. "We wanted to play with him too, so we softened our play so he didn't hurt when he played with us."

He stood up and smiled. "I like playing with daddy's horns." He said, pointing to Hamish. It made Hamish's mouth twitch up into a smile. He reached up, his little hands holding Skylar's horns. "Will my horns get big like yours mommy?"

"Daddy's horns are fun." She smiles. "Mama has to be gentle with Daddy too." She tilts her head down so Peter can better grasp her horns, and watches him thoughtfully. Her fingers come up to stroke his horns. They had grown, yes, but not nearly as big as Bella's had. He'd gotten more time in her womb than her brothers had with her mother, though, so he might have a more impressive set of horns than his uncles ever would. They had been severely premature. "You might not get as big as me or Bella, but you'll have an impressive set for sure." She smiles, and rubs the base of his horns gently. "They're growing bigger n' bigger every day, and are very healthy looking. I don't see why ya wont have a nice set o' horns by the time you're fully grown." Her scarred forehead comes down and presses gently to his, and she runs the curve of her horns against his. "Do ya want big horns though? They can be awful hard to handle. I have to be very careful with mine.”

He nuzzled his horns against Skylar’s. The feeling of his mommy rubbing his little horns made him smile; it was relaxing. "Maybe they could be this big." He said, holding his hands up with roughly a four-inch gap between his hands. He looked up at Skylar for approval.

She smiles and nods. "Those would be good sized horns for you. You might even be able t' wear shirts that aren't button up without a problem." Skylar was going to need help getting this pull over shirt off her head tonight. Getting it on with her horns wasn’t so bad. Off is where her horns ripped holes in things.

Peter smiled and looked up at Skylar’s horns. “Will the baby have horns?” He asked.

Hamish flipped the sausages, letting them sizzle a little longer before taking them off the heat. He piled them onto a plate, and then cleaned up the barbecue before taking the sausages inside.

"Well, we won't know until we get an ultrasound when the baby is big enough in my tummy to see the horns." She says lightly, and scoots them both over so Hamish can go up the stairs without an issue. She has to cover her nose for a moment, but she makes it through it okay. "But, based on what we've seen so far... Since Bella and the three of you boys have horns, the baby will probably have horns." She nuzzles the top of his head. "What type of horns do you think the baby might have?"

Peter thought for a moment. “Big ones like this.” He said making wild gestures as he lifted his hands high above his head. His little mouth curled into a wide smile. As cool as Peter thought horns like that would be, the little boy wasn’t aware of how impossible or physically damaging those kinds of horns would be on his mama.

Skylar did her very best and managed not to wince at the thought of horns like that. She didn't want to ruin his excitement. "Those would be impressive horns." She agrees gently. "But, I think the baby might have horns more like your horns." She gently cups his little cheeks and kisses his forehead, between his horns. "Or maybe like Bella? Maybe even like your daddy's horns." Horns came out in a variety of shapes and sizes. She just... Hoped she didn’t get horns like those coning out of her lady parts. "Maybe the baby will have horns like your grandpa did. Do you remember the photos of your grandpa?"

Peter nodded. “Grandpa has big BIG,” He said making horn shaped gestures, bouncing a little.

Bella clashed horns with Sam while Charles grabbed her from behind, trying to pull her over. The dogs ran around them, barking at the excitement. Bella spun herself around and shoved Charles roughly, the little boy stumbling back, tripping over his own feet. He fell into the dirt, his little cheeks turning the color of the dust.

He laid in the dirt for a moment, his little mind working to decide how he felt. His emotions won and his eyes filled with tears and he let out a cry. Bella spun around and looked down at Charles, realizing she was the one that made him cry. She turned and ran, finding a place to hide.

The cry startled Skylar, and she was on her feet in an instant. "Hold on, Peter." She said gently, carefully disengaging from her youngest to go to her eldest son. She made her way to him, and carefully picked him up out of the dirt and set him on his feet. "Oh, baby boy, it's okay. You're okay. Lemme see... Where does it hurt?" She asked as she brushed him off, dusting the dirt from his cheeks with her fingers and drying his tears with gentle swipes of her sleeves.

"Bella," Skylar let her voice project so wherever her daughter was hiding, she would hear her while Skylar tended to Charles. "You and I need to talk when you're done hiding from me."

Charles pouted and showed Skylar his hands which were also covered in dirt and has small grazes.

Having heard the cry too, Hamish stepped outside. “Bella!” He called out, his voice firm.

Their daughter shuffled out from behind the chicken coup, walking over to Skylar and Hamish, her shoulders slouched and her gazed fixed on the ground.

Sam toddled over to stand by Peter on the steps.

Skylar brushed his hands off, and very gently smooched the scuffed bones of his palm. The scrapes weren't deep enough to make the bone bleed, but they probably stung. Still, mommy kisses were the best balm for little scrapes that didn't need bandages. "There we go... You're gonna be okay, Charles." She gave him a warm smile and cuddled him gently into her side. She looked up at Bella, and sighed softly. "Come here, Bella." Skylar took a seat on the grass, folding her legs. She let Charles sit on one, and patted the other leg for Bella to sit on.

Bella stopped, and for a moment she ignored Skylar.

Hamish bit his tongue slightly, Skylar was handling the situation and him grumping at Bella was only going to make it worse.

Bella let out a little sigh and shuffled forwards, her shoes scuffing in the dirt. She sat down on Skylar’s other leg, still looking down at her own feet.

Skylar looped her arm around Bella’s shoulders, and rubbed her arm gently. She tilted her head down, looking at her since Bella wouldn’t look up at her. “I’m not mad, sweetheart.” She says softly. Her voice isn’t angry or sharp- it’s smooth and calm. “Bella? I need you to answer me, baby girl. You didn’t mean to make Charles cry, did you?”

She shook her head. “He was pulling me. I just wanted him to get off.” She said.

Charles huffed. “No! She pushed me so hard, mama.” He said, pointing his little finger at her.

Bella’s brows pushed together and she pushed his hand away from her.

Hamish brought Sam and Peter inside. He started dishing up dinner while Skylar sorted things out.

Skylar’s brows furrowed, and she made use of the length of her arms to tuck her children’s hands down in their laps. “Charles,” She says softly, “pointing is not polite. Please don’t do that. Ya wouldn’t like if I put my finger in your face, would ya?” That said, she turned her gaze to Bella. “I understand that ya wanted t’ get him off of you, sweetheart. That’s part of play- he pulls on you, you pull on him, everyone piles on Daddy n’ makes him laugh,” She jokes gently. “But Bella, baby girl, Charles isn’t the only one who’s dealt with you being a little too rough with your brothers. Have ya noticed that Peter hasn’t been playing with you as much?”

Bella scuffed her feet on the ground. “It’s because Peter is a cry baby… He doesn’t like our games, but everyone else does.”

Charles did nod in agreement this time. He liked their games. He just didn’t like being pushed over into the dirt.

“That’s not true, Bella.” Skylar says gently. “He loves to play with his brothers- and he loves to play with you. You’re his big sister- he adores you, just like Charles and Samuel do. But…” She sighs a moment, and lifts a hand to rub her face. “Sweetie? You know how Uncle Adam and Uncle Greg are very careful with Uncle Tommy when they all play together in the grass at your Nana’s house, right? How we’re very careful not to hit him too hard when we play? I want you to guess why. There’s no wrong answer- but I’ll give you a hint. It’s not just because Uncle Tommy doesn’t have horns.”

Bella looked down. “Because… his bones?” She asked.

Charles looked up at his mom, resting his head against her chest.

“Yes.” Skylar says softly. “His bones. He didn’t get to be inside your Nana long enough- his bones are very soft, and they could break very easy. You were inside me for much longer than Charles and Peter and Samuel were- your bones are much stronger than theirs. Your bones are like mine, sweetheart.” She takes Bella’s hand in hers, and rubs their fingers together. Skylar’s bones are hard and strong- harder than even Hamish’s are. Her touch is always gentle though. “Peter is a lot like your Uncle Tommy. It hurts him when you hit him so hard- it probably hurts him when Charles and Sammy hits him hard too, even if he doesn’t want to say it.”

“It doesn’t hurt me, Mama.” Charles commented, patting his skull.

Bella rubbed her arm. She knew she was strong, her mom and dad had been trying to teach her that from the day she had started using her horns. She had to be gentle with her daddy; it was reliving being able to be rough with her brothers who were able to handle it, but now she had to be gentle with them too. She sighed, slumping down slightly.

“Well, that’s good, baby boy. That means you and your sister can play rough all you want- but you’ve got to be gentle with Peter. If you were like Peter, wouldn’t you want your brothers and sister to be gentle too so you could play instead of just watching them have fun?” She voiced lightly. Skylar nudged Bella gently with the curve of her horns as she noticed her slumping. “Talk to me, baby. I can’t read your mind- what’s goin’ through that lil’ noodle of yours there.”

Bella looked up at Skylar, a small frown on her face. “If I go to Pre School… will all my friends have soft bones too…? Maybe no one will play with me, Mama.”

Hamish has stepped out to tell them dinner was ready when Bella said that, his mouth turned down into a frown.

“I had friends when I went to school too,” She said gently, and hugged her to her chest. “Baby girl, you’re not going to hurt them if you’re careful. If you show them that you care about them enough to play safely with them, then you’ll have plenty of people to play with.” She rubs her shoulder comfortingly. “You can’t push other children, though. They’re… They’re going to be like Alex.” Alex didn’t butt his head with Bella- the timid boy would probably faint if Bella ever shook her horns at him, Skylar mused. “You don’t hurt Alex when you play with him, do you?”

Her face lit up. Her mommy was right, she never hurt Alex. “No, I like Alex, Mama. I don’t want him to cry.”

Hamish let out a soft breath and sat down next to Skylar.

Skylar glanced at Hamish out of the corner of her eye socket, but didn’t acknowledge him besides bumping her shoulder gently to his. “Exactly, baby girl. You play carefully with him, don’t you? Because you don’t want to hurt him, and don’t want him to cry. If you play like that with the other kids in Pre School, then you’ll have plenty of kids to play with.” She rubs her little cheek gently. “And if you can do that… do you think you can play a bit more gently with Peter? He wants to play with you all too, and he loves you a lot. He doesn’t want to see you cry- but he doesn’t want you to make him cry either.”

Bella nodded. “We can play gentle games with Peter.” She said.

Charles nodded and laughed. “Peter likes the funny game when he throws the big balls and we punch it with our head.”

Hamish remembered that game. He had bought them a soft ball they could play with inside without risk of breaking anything and the four or them had started a game of Peter tossing the ball up while Sam, Charles, and Bella tried to head butt the ball back to him. The game had left Peter breathless he had been giggling so much.

Skylar smiled warmly, and kissed the top of both of their heads. “Thank you, my little sweethearts.” She murmurs warmly. “He’s gonna be real excited t’ get t’ play with y’all again.” Shifting with them on her lap, Skylar glanced to Hamish. “You can still rough house with him- but you’ll need to practice being gentle with him. Ask him when it’s too rough- and then be a bit more careful. Remember, uncle Thomas still plays with his brothers too. They’re just careful with him because they love him and don’t want to hurt him while they all have fun.” She kisses their heads again, and then bounces them gently on her knees. “Alright, you two. Are you two okay? No hard feelings? Bella didn’t mean to hurt you, Charles.”

Charles nodded. “It’s okay, I gotta pee now!” He said, slipping off Skylar’s leg and running inside.

Bella giggled.

Hamish shook his head and rubbed Bella’s skull. “Dinners ready for you missy, come in and wash your hands.”

Skylar helped Bella up, and dusted her off, before carefully getting to her feet. She offered Hamish a hand and a smile as Bella ran inside to wash up for dinner. “Well… That went better than expected.”

Hamish smiled. “They’re kids, all they need is a kiss and a cuddle and everything is better.” He laughed, making his way back inside with Skylar.

“Then the next time there’s something that happens, you get to handle it, mister ‘kisses and cuddles’.” She gives him a cheeky look.

Hamish laughed and opened the door, letting Skylar in.

Her cheeky look fades as they walk in the house, and the smell of dinner hits her like a wrecking ball. She knows she needs to eat though- not eating is not good, and that leads to problems later down the road. She takes a couple shallow breaths, and goes to make sure all the kids are in their usual seats, and seated properly, before heading to rinse her hands in the sink.

The kids like every night devoured their food like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. Hamish rubbed Skylar’s back. “You okay?” He asked, noticing her uneasy look.

“Not really.” She replied lightly, glancing at him. She pats her stomach lightly. “Baby isn’t fond of me eating… well, anything.” She sighs. “Well…” She motions him to the table. “After you, sweetheart.”

He sat down in his spot and started eating, keeping an eye on Skylar. "If the smell is bothering you, you can go up stairs Sky. I'll sort the kids and the dishes out."

She rolled her eyes. “Not eating isn’t going to help me either.” She points out gently, and comes to sit with him. She lightly scoots the sausage on her plate onto his, since that seems to be the majority of her trigger, and focuses on eating the potatoes, nibbling them slowly. “I’ve been managing t’ keep this on the down low for several days now. I’ll manage.”

He smiled, enjoying his meal as did the kids, the four of them polishing off their plates and asking for more.

Skylar ate her potatoes, and managed a few carrots before her stomach squeezed in warning. She split the rest of her carrots up between the kids, and then cut up a couple more sausages for them to eat, to help top them off. She gave them a smaller second helping, having no intentions of denying their growing kids of food when they burned off the calories with all the play and roughhousing that they did on the norm. When she finished with the second serving, Skylar set to cleaning the kitchen of dishes, busying herself while they ate.

Hamish lent back in his chair. “Babe, let me do it.” He said, poking her bum with his fork.

She snorted. “If you’re going to poke my butt, do it with something else besides a dirty fork,” She teases lightly, and reaches blindly back to grab for it. “Are ya done with it? I’ll wash it too.”

He laughed and pulled his fork back to his chest. "Sky, let me do the dishes." He insisted, reaching out, hooking his finger into the back of her pants, tugging gently.

“But ya already did most o’ dinner, n’ I don’t mind doin’ dishes, Haz. You’ve been busy all day.” She doesn’t fight his tugs, lest it put pressure on her belly, and she ends up backing into his chair as she looks back at him. If he’s not careful, she’ll end up right in his lap.

He pressed a kiss against her back. "You're not feelin’ well. I don't want you to make yourself sick." He said, looking up at her.

Skylar sighed gently. “Not doin’ anything ain’t gonna make it go away, sweetheart.” She says softly. “I can try t’ go lay down n’ rest a bit, but there’s no guarantee it’s gonna stay down.” She was growing well versed in how their baby’s quirks were going to work. Skylar glanced at her belly, and then at the dishes, and sighed again. “Alright though, sugar. Alright. We can leave the dishes for later.” If he didn’t do them tonight, she’d do them tomorrow morning.

He smiled and stood up, kissing her as she went to sit down. He had finished his meal and started scraping leftovers to give to the dogs. He scrubbed at the dishes while the kids finished licking their plates clean. He washed up the dishes, sitting them aside to drip dry. He collected the kids’ plates and scrubbed them clean too.

He emptied and rinsed out the sink, getting a damp cloth to clean the kids grubby faces and hands before they where allowed to get down.

Skylar had gone to sit on the couch and wait for them to finish up. She relaxed as best she could, her eyes drifting closed as she listened to the sounds of the kitchen and dealt with the churning in her stomach as it processed what she’d fed it.

While Samuel was getting his face cleaned, he looked up at his dad and lifted a brow, a motion not unlike what his mother made from time to time. “Daddy? How come the baby has to make Mommy’s tummy feel yucky?”

Hamish smiled. "It's because the baby is in her tummy, and it uses its little horns to head butt her tummy."

Bella's brows pushed together slightly. "You're tricking us, Daddy." She stated.

Sammy pouted at him. “Mommy says tricks are mean, Daddy. She says we should be honest, not tricksy.”

Peter’s little brows furrowed. “Mommy said we can’t see the horns until the baby is big enough to see them with a… uttersound?” He couldn’t remember what the word was, other than it started with ‘u’ and ended with ‘nd’. “So the baby’s horns can’t be making her sick.” He’s still a little proud of himself for working that out.

Hamish raised a brow. "Well aren't you all clever." He chuckled. "I don't really know why the baby makes her sick, it's just something that happens sometimes. You all made mommy sick too. But it won’t last too long."

“Good.” Sammy nodded. “I don’t like Mommy sick. She makes funny sounds in the bathroom when she thinks we’re not listening.”

Hamish snorted. "Mommy’s okay. Daddy might have to see if he needs to get her some medicine." He wiped down the table and the kitchen bench then took the left over out along with the dog food to feed the dogs.

That made Peter perk. “Medicine to make Mommy better?” He hopped out of his chair, and toddled after his daddy. Making his mommy better was definitely something that interested him.

The rest of the kids flocking to the living room disturbed Skylar, and she jerked awake from where she had dozed off. She sat up, scrubbed a hand over her face, and helped the kids set up some of their toys, before getting out of the way as Charles and Samuel took over the couch with their branch of the toys.

She sighed, and headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She could use some ginger ale or something that would settle her stomach, but they didn’t have any.

Hamish rubbed Peters head, while the little boy practically clung to his leg, pleased with the idea of medicine. Hamish put the food out for the dogs then came back inside.

Peter ran over to Skylar. "Mommy, when you're sick you need to sleep." He pushed on her leg gently. "Me and daddy will buy you medicine at the shop tomorrow." He stated.

“Oh, will ya now?” She lifted her gaze questioningly to Hamish, and arched a brow. “That’s awful sweet o’ ya. But, if I go sleep now, then I can’t spend the rest o’ the evening with my precious babies.” She rubs his head gently. His pushing on her leg was adorable, and she ended up obligingly taking a few steps, if only to humor him. She’d gotten a bottle of water instead of a glass- less likely to be spilled- so she tucked it under her armpit as she glanced between her youngest and her husband.

Hamish gave her a smile. "If you need it, I'll make a trip to town." Peter jumped at their feet.

"I'll go too." He smiled.

Hamish lifted Peter into his arms.

Bella poked her head over the couch. “Where are we going?”

Skylar chuckled softly and smiled faintly. “Haz, that’s sweet o’ ya t’ offer. But… I don’t know what over the counter anti-nausea meds I can take that would be safe for the baby.” Her fingers rest on her belly. Her children were important to her- she wouldn’t do anything intentionally to endanger them if she could help it. “All o’ the stuff I’ve heard about is doctors appointments only sorts o’ stuff. Unless you’ve been doin’ some research on your own?”

He glanced to the side and rubbed his head dumbly. "I was... just gonna ask for morning sickness medicine." He figured something like that would have to exist, but Skylar was probably right in that she would have needed a prescription for that kind of medication.

Skylar sighed and gave him a fond smile. She scooted to his side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're real sweet." She says, and gives him a warm look. "Ya could call down t' the pharmacy n' check instead o' wasting gas if ya wanted, but I think its something I'm gonna have t' see an actual doctor about." And since she didn't really bother with doctors for herself, she'd have to actually get a primary physician to look after her.

He shrugged, "I might as well go in anyway, get the kids out of the house for a bit so you can relax a little, I can get you some ginger ale."

She nods. "A'right. You know I don't mind having the kids around. Moms don't get to take breaks from being a mom." She gives him a wink. "But I would like some ginger ale, and maybe some saltines? Maybe that'll help with my nausea some too."

Hamish smiled and kissed her cheek. "Ginger ale and saltines." He repeated. Peter smiled at Skylar from Hamish's arms.

"Mhm, yes please." She nods, and returns the cheek kiss gently. Peter gets a kiss too. "You be good for Daddy, okay? That goes for all four of you."

Bella grinned. "Yes Momma."

Hamish smiled he let Peter down and pulled Skylar against him, peppering her cheek in kisses.

Skylar laughed as his kiss attack was launched. Her freckled cheeks blushed a bright blue as she beamed at him. She loved his kisses, no matter how she felt. Skylar looped her arms around his shoulders and just took a moment to cuddle into him, letting him brace her weight as she leaned on him a little bit. She loved him so much- she wasn’t sure what she’d do without him.

He rested his fuzzy chin on the top of her head. He knew she loved the feeling of his beard, so he rubbed his chin against her skull as she cuddled against him.

It was a weirdly comforting feeling, having his furry chin rubbing against the top of her skull. The hairs tickled over the sensitive scar, but it didn’t hurt. Maybe, she mused silently, she enjoyed his overall fluffiness because her dad had been hairy, and there was some measure of comfort in the feeling of it against her bones. Her muscles relaxed as he rubbed his chin atop her skull, and she sighed contently against his neck. Skylar’s fingers massaged the back of his shoulders as she relaxed against him.

He smiled, feeling her relax against him and let out a soft, happy hum. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too,” She whispered back to him, and pressed soft kisses against his neck and collarbone.

Bella wiggled her brows at her daddy over the back of the couch. “Mama and Daddy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~” She sang playfully.

Hamish laughed. “You shush, I’m allowed to kiss mommy.” He grinned.

The boys laughed peeking their little heads over the couch too.

Skylar found a hilarious amount of irony in that song, and pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle her growing laughter.

Hamish smiled, rubbing Skylar’s back while he poked his tongue out at his cheeky kids.

His kids stuck their tongues out at him too and giggled cheerily.

Skylar snickered as he rubbed her back. "You know what's funny? The rest o' that song goes 'first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage'. And what did we do out of order? Everything." She giggled.

He let out a snort and shook his head. ”We’re terrible.” He smiled. “Such sinners.”

“We’re terrible,” She agreed with a laugh and leaned back to look at him. She took a deep breath and bumped her skull to his chin with a gentle touch. “God, I love ya, y’know that? You n’ our kids brighten up my day.”

“I know.” He hummed. He ran his hands down her back, patting her bum. “Speaking of kids, we have some little beasties who need a bath and horn polish I believe.”

He did so enjoy to pat her butt, she mused in amusement. “Mmm, true…” She blinks slowly and tiredly, and smooches his cheek. “Ya can make the trip to town tomorrow, okay?” She says gently. “Lets get the kids bathed and polished- n’ then I might retire early t’night.”

Bella pouts. “That means an early bed time, doesn’t it?”

“We need t’ get you on a normal schedule anyways, sweetheart. Ya start preschool soon.” Skylar points out. “School starts early in the mornin’.”

Hamish grinned. His little girl was getting so big now. He wrapped his arm around Skylar and headed to the bathroom, the sound of four pairs of feet padding along behind them. Hamish started the bath, getting it nice and warm as all four kids started undressing themselves.

All of their kids were getting big now. The triplets would be starting school in the next couple of years, and Skylar was already due to have another baby. She bounced herself into their upstairs bathroom with the kids, and made sure that no shirts got stuck on horns. Eventually Bella would outgrow wanting to do family bath time with her brothers- but it was a good bonding experience for them now. "Alright, sweet beans." She smiled. "I'm gonna go get the polish ready for after the bath."

"It's downstairs, Mama." Bella chirped.

Skylar arched a brow. "Why's it downstairs?"

"I hid it." Samuel grinned proudly. "Its stinky. Don't want it."

"Unfortunately, all horn polish is stinky." Skylar chuckles. "So ya have t' have it. Into the tub with you, ya naked little goblins."

"Polish is under the kitchen sink, Mommy." Bella provides cheerfully, and scrambles into the shallow tub water. She sits down and happily starts to scrub her toes clean of dirt from running around.

Skylar shakes her head. "I'll be back, Haz. Gonna go find the polish."

“I got em.” He said, squirting soap onto a sponge. He had Sam stand up first so he could wash the little boy, soaping him up all over with foamy bubbles. He took turns helping each of the boys wash, and then when he was done passed the sponge to Bella, she had declared she was old enough to wash herself now.

Bella took the sponge and started to scrub herself down, just like how she had seen her Mama scrub down when she had been in the bath with them. Bella worked herself into a full body lather and then giggled. "Daddy," she grins, "I am the bubble monster!" She declared.

Skylar had tottered downstairs, and found the polish easily enough. She twisted off the cap to check the amount, to see if she needed to get one of the spares from the closet. If she had to change out polish containers while doing yhe kid's horns, one or more of them usually bolted. And it was usually instigated by Samuel.

The smell of the polish made her stomach heave, and she squashed the lid on roughly. She leaned on the counter, taking deep breaths to try and let it pass. Her stomach squeezed rebelliously on dinner, but Skylar managed to keep it down. "Ohhh, baby, you're gonna put your Mama through the ringer, aren’t ya?" She murmured quietly to her belly, before sighing and heading back for the stairs. The lingering nausea was killing the pep in her step, but she tried to look cheery enough for the kids and her husband.

When Skylar returned to the bathroom Hamish was on his knees, his hand cupping Peter’s chin gently as he brushed the little boys teeth. Sam would continually stand himself up in the bath to draw on the wall with the water on his finger, Hamish would softly tap his little bum with the back of his hand and tell the little boy to sit back down.

“Got the polish.” Skylar wiggled the tin with a slightly forced grin. She eyed Samuel, and lifted a brow. “Sammy, sit.” She said, watching as the boy plopped his butt back down and gave her a pouty look. “Don’t even, ya little hobgoblin.” She padded closer to the tub, and made sure they were all rinsed and ready to be taken out. “I’ll let ya work on getting them dried and teeth brushed one at a time, alright?” She glanced to Hamish. “That’ll give me time t’ get their horns polished without having to chase down a buncha naked kids.”

Sammy grins at her, and she laughs and gently splashes him.

Skylar looks at Peter, and smiles at her youngest, before going to prepare the rags for the polish. When Hamish is done with Peter, she scoots him into her room, and fetches him his pajamas. When he’s dressed, she pulls him into her lap and starts to work on polishing his horns, holding her breath as she gently massages the polish into his horns.

Peter sits still enjoying the gentle massage on his horns.

Hamish squishes Sam’s cheeks between his fingers and laughs when the little boy bit down on his toothbrush to stop his daddy from brushing. “Come on, you want your teeth to be shiny?” He asked. Sam opened his mouth and let Hamish finish brushing.

“Sam giving ya trouble?” Skylar asked as she took a shallow breath of air while dabbing more polish onto her rag. She started in on Peter’s second horn. The smaller horns took less time to polish than Bella’s larger set.

“He’s just being a rat bag,” He laughed, lifting Sam out of the bath and wrapping him in a towel, rubbing him dry.

Skylar snorted softly, and finished with Peter. She gently set him on the bed, letting him roll around on her pillows in his pajamas, and went to get Sammy’s Pajamas. She got all the kids clothes, and then sat down, getting comfortable. When Sam was dry, she stole him before he could run off, and began wrangling him into clothes.

“Mommy no!” He huffed, and flailed his arms at her. “No clothes!”

Skylar snorts. “Ya can sleep naked when ya have your own house,” She tickles his side, and works on wrangling his shirt over his head.

He wriggled in her arms, lowering his horns at her and blowing a small puff of smoke out at her.

Hamish lifted Charles out of the bath after having brushed his teeth and dried him off.

Skylar managed to get his shirt on, before she snorted right back at him, and ruffled her horns gently against his. “Ya little hoodlum. Ya ain’t gonna get out o’ a horn polish.” She chuckles. She smooches his face, and then settles him in her lap so he’s facing her. He was less likely to run away if he had to look at her. Her fingers fetched the horn polish, and she wiggled the rag at him playfully. “Be a good boy for me, Sammy, and this’ll go faster.”

He pouted but looked up at her, his little nose scrunched up a little.

Hamish stood Charles slightly to the side, the little boy wrapped up in his towel, while he got Bella out and dried too. Then he let out the bath water, and then led the two into his and Skylar’s room.

Skylar kissed his nasal ridge, and then set to work polishing his horns. She gave him the same treatment that Peter got, massage and all, and once he was done and shined up for the next while, Skylar smiled down at him. “Alright, kiddo, you’re done. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She smooched his cheeks, and let him scamper across the bed.

Skylar took a moment to take a deep breath while she helped Charles into his clothes. Her stomach was not enjoying the smell of the horn polish, and she was getting a sour taste in her mouth. She needed a moment to breathe in something that wasn’t the smell of polish, or she was going to be sick. “Did ya enjoy bath time, Charles?” She asked her son gently, giving him a smile as she shuffled him into his pajamas.

Hamish sat down next to Skylar and passed Bella her cloths, letting her dress herself. He lifted her onto his lap, kissing her little cheeks.

Once Skylar had her eldest son dressed, she carefully began polishing Charles horns, making sure they were taken care of. He didn’t fuss at her, for which she was thankful. Once she finished with him, Skylar gave a smile to Bella and Hamish. Skylar looked pale, her freckles highlighted on her face. “Ya want t’ polish her horns, Haz?”

Hamish noticed her expression and nodded quickly, reaching to take the rag and polish from her. He cupped the polish in his hand, giving Skylar a moment to decide if she needed to leave the room before he opened it.

Skylar cast the polish a glance, blanching even paler. Her stomach gave a lurch, and she knew what was coming as the sour taste in her mouth thickened. The air was still heavy with the smell of polish from her kids freshly polished horns. All the same, Skylar managed a smile, and got up to walk to the bathroom. She gingerly shut the door, and turned on the sink, before sinking to her knees in front of the toilet.

If there was one thing she hated more than she hated morning sickness in general, it was the feeling that you were going to be sick, before you were actually sick.

Skylar was stuck breathing through it, letting the sink muffle her noises, until she felt her stomach lurch up the first mouthful of dinner. Ugh. And so the cycle started again.

Peter slapped his hands against his head at the noise and pressed his face into the pillows. Hamish polished Bella’s horns with a hard frown while the other boys padded curiously over to the bathroom door. “Boys, come away from the door.”

Samuel glanced up at his father and then mimicked the sound his mommy made. He seemed to enjoy the harmless mockery as Skylar echoed it behind closed doors. "Bweeergg. Mommy makes silly sounds!"

Charles also seemed to enjoy the noise, and so made it at his brother, and both of them tussled noisily away from the door.

Bella puffed her cheeks, and looked at the door where her mommy was sick at. She then glanced at her daddy. "Isn't it bed time?" She asked. She usually wouldn't ask, but her mommy was sick, and her brother was gonna be a butthead. Bedtime meant her mommy could get some time to rest without worrying about them, right? Her daddy could focus on making her mommy feel better.

Hamish nodded. “I think so, I’m almost finished polishing your horns and you can go and pick your book for story time.” Hamish’s soul clenched a little, his baby girl was growing up so fast, she would be in school soon. How long would it be before she decided she was too old for story time?

Bella nodded and bit her lip. She worried the edge of her nightdress with her fingers and looked up at Hamish while he finished her horns. "Okay. Daddy...? You don’t have to read me a story tonight if you don't want to. I know mommy needs you." And reading to the boys only was faster than reading to both her and them. They had different tastes in books, she and her brothers, and they didn't like to listen to the ones her daddy would read her. So they had separate story time, unless it was out in the living room. Then it was community story time, and every one listened to whatever her Daddy was reading at the time.

Hamish frowned. "No baby, it's okay. I'll read you a story." he said, finishing up on her horns, he Lifted her down onto the floor. "Peter." He called, the youngest boy had his head tucked under their pillows. He moved around and lifted him up. "Okay kids, lets do stories." He said, ushering them out of the room.

Bella helped to round up her brothers and usher them out of the room. She wiggled and made haste for her room, crawling up onto her bed and making sure her stuffed pony was close so she could cuddle it.

Charles and Samuel barreled down the hall with hall the grace of a drunken bulldozer. They made it to their bedroom, and started to scramble to their respective beds, bouncing excitedly on the top covers.

Hamish chuckled. He peered into Bella's room. "You pick your book and get into bed baby, I'll be in after I settle your brothers down okay." He made his way to the boys room. "Okay, boys" He said, Peter had gotten himself in bed, the other boys where bouncing between each others bed. Hamish sighed and grabbed Sam, mid air making the boy burst into laughter, he laid him down and tucked him in then did the same for Charles. "What book would you boys like?" He asked. Like Bella, the boys had their own favorite book, they snuggled in their bed while he read to them.

When he finished reading he turned on their small night light before turning off their big light. He kissed each of them on the head. "If mommy is feeling better soon I'll send her in to give you a kiss." He said then made his way to Bella's room.

Bella had picked up her favorite book from when she had been a toddler and a baby, as well as the other book that her daddy had been reading to her for a while. It was what her mommy called a chapter book, and had no pictures, but it was about a brave king who tried to win the heart of a fiery dragon riding princess. Bella adored it. She enjoyed other stories, but the pony book brought a special comfort when she wasn't feeling good, or was nervous about something. She was excited for the new baby, but seeing and hearing her mommy so sick was scary. Bella stroked the soft cover of the book and cuddled with her toy horse. Her blankets weren't straight but her daddy could fix them. She smiled when he came inside, and cuddled the pony book to her chest, before holding out the chapter book. She wanted to hand him the pony book afterwards, but not for him to read. "Another chapter, Daddy? The brave king was just about to climb on the dragon, remember? I wonder if he'll do it or if he'll be too afraid. Could you ride a dragon, daddy?"

Hamish sat down on the edge of the bed and opened to the page he had book marked. "I don't know, Dragons seem very scary." He smiled. "Do you think I could ride a dragon?" He asked. He wrapped his arm around her, while he searched for his place to start reading.

"Mmm..." She squinted up at him and giggled softly as she cuddled into his side. "Only if mommy was riding with you. Mommy can ride anything." Bella was sure of that. "You and mommy could ride a dragon." She settled down, and while he was searching, she decided to give him the book early. She poked him in his pudgy belly with the corner and held it up. "Daddy? The baby can't have it cause its mine, but you can read it to the baby tonight. I want my baby sister to have a good taste in books." She chirps. Maybe it would help and comfort her mommy too. That would be a bonus. But Bella was determined to have a sister and have that sister like the same stories she did.

Hamish took the horse book, his brows turned up slightly, it had been a long time since he had read this book with Bella, he kissed her cheek. "Thank you, baby." He said softly. He cuddled close to her. "lets find out if the king rides the dragon, huh?" He smiled.

She beamed at him and nodded, draping against his soft belly as she cuddled him. Her daddy was soft and squishy, and she liked him this way. Her not so little horns poked lightly at his ribs, and she remembered vaguely to tilt her head away as she listened to him start in. Her daddy had the best reading voice.

It turned out the king did ride the dragon, and it seemed like the princess was falling in love with him too, he had seen the smile grow on Bella's little face as he read to her. The book had given the characters different names, but Bella had insisted that he name the princess and king after himself and Skylar, his daughter seemed to enjoy the story better imagining her parents as a king and princess living in a far away kingdom with dragons.

Bella adored it. She could imagine them riding dragons instead of horses, and wearing long flowing dresses or thick furry robes to fight off the cold. Of course, to her a robe was like her mommy's bath robe, so it was a silly image, but she adored it all the same. As the chapter concluded, with the king meeting his own dragon, Bella's eyes were drooping and her head was full of dreamy thoughts.

Hamish marked their page and laid her down kissing her head, he turned off her light, he left her door open so the light in the hallway would let a little bit of light into her room. He returned to his and Skylar’s room and stepped into the bathroom to check on her. "You okay?"

Skylar had given up kneeling in front of the toilet, if only to save her poor knees. She sat to the side of it, looking miserable as she leaned on the edge of the seat and tried to stop the gross bubbling feeling in her empty stomach. She had thrown everything up- all that was coming up now was the few sparse sips of water she'd taken from the tap, and bile. When Hamish stepped in, her head jerked up long enough to see who it was, before resting back on the edge. "Peachy," she rasped faintly, coughing and spitting to clear her mouth. "Kids in- hggg- in bed?"

"They're in bed." He said, Bella's book still in his hand. He pulled it up to his chest and smiled. "Bella gave me her horse book." He sat down on the floor. "She wants me to read it to the baby." He rubbed Skylar's back.

"Good. This is jus' gonna upset them." His hand on her back felt nice, and it seemed to help some of the nausea abate. She only dry heaved a few more times, muscles bunching under his hand, before her body calmed enough that she felt safe enough to leave the edge of the toilet seat. Skylar leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes while her fingers rubbed her lower belly. She was lacking the utter energy and motivation to clamor to her feet to rinse her mouth and get into her pajamas. She still needed to polish her own horns, but she had to wonder if the lingering smell of her polish wasn’t making her ill. The polish smell never really went away. "I'm not gonna object t' ya reading t' the baby. I like listening t' ya read. I just... Need a bit t' get my energy up t' do stuff." She was exhausted and it showed.

He stood up and fetched the cup of water on the sink, filling it with water and passing it to her, so she could at least rinse her mouth out. He knelt down with her. "Do you need anything?" He asked. He would still need to run out and bring the horses in before they cuddled up in bed for story time with their new baby.

She accepted it specifically to rinse her mouth out, and did so, but held onto the cup anyways. She looked up at him as he knelt before her and sighed. "Not at the moment, no. I know ya gotta do chores before bed. Mmm... Gimme a minute n' I'll help ya." She shifted, and placed a hand on the closed lid of the toilet seat so she could shakily heft herself up. He had done more than enough tonight. Skylar could help tend to the horses. It wasn't that hard, after all.

He was going to protest and tell her to let him do it, but figured maybe getting outside in the air would make her stomach settle. He helped her up and made his way downstairs with her, taking it easy to prevent upsetting her stomach again. The air had cooled down and a nice breeze was blowing through, it might even be worth opening a few of their windows to let a bit of the breeze through.

The fresh air outside was nice, and Skylar inhaled deeply as they stepped outside. Her boots clicked on the porch, and she slowly made her way down, heading towards the barn. Mel had been moved to the foaling stall with her foal, to keep them out of the weather, so she would go tend to her rather than subject Hamish to her wrath. As she walked with her husband, Skylar lightly bumped her head against his shoulder. "You're bein' a trooper about this," She murmurs, meaning the morning sickness in general. He hadn’t been exposed to a lot of it before- Skylar had done her best to keep quiet and not freak him out, particularly when she had been pregnant with Bella. "Thank you."

"Better to try keep things calm then have you stressed out more than you need to be." He said, placing a hand on her back while they walked. "You feeling better?" He asked as they neared the horses, he followed her to where they where keeping Mel, he wasn't going to get too close but he wanted to see how she and her new filly where doing.

"Yeah. I'm trying not t' stress too much, but the kids... Don't make all day sickness easy." She couldn't take a break to recuperate. But, such was the fate of a mom. Skylar leaned into him with a soft sound. "A little, yeah. M' not dry heaving in the dirt, so that's an improvement." She jokes faintly.

Mel lifted her head as they for there, and approached to nose at Skylar's face worriedly. The filly was nosing at Mel's teats, nursing happily away. She knickered softly to Skylar and nosed her cheek.

Skylar smiles more, and rubs her nose faintly. The freckled filly is adorable, and quite healthy. "Hey girl... I'm okay. You're such good, watchful mommy for your lil filly and for your rider, ain't ya, Mel?"

Hamish smiled and rested his arms on the stall door. "How're you doing pretty girl?" He asked. The Filly stuck her head out from under Mel's belly to look up at their two guests, nickering softly, she recognized Skylar, but wasn't as familiar with Hamish yet, she let out a small winny letting her mommy know she wasn't so sure about the new face.

Mel leaned her head around and gently ran her tongue over her baby's butt, reassuring the filly that while this man was annoying, he was harmless. Mostly harmless.

Skylar chuckled, and gently bumped her hip to Hamish's. "She's doing okay. I'll work on getting her more familiar with ya here soon. Been working on getting a halter on and off of our little speckled girl. She does better than Chel did. Thinking she might have more of her daddy's attitude this time. At least thus far, anyhow."

The foal made her way over to the door of the stall, sniffing at Skylar and Hamish's hands. Hamish looked down at her. "You're a friendly girl, aren't you?" He cooed. wiggling his fingers at her, the filly's ears flicked back and forth, still unsure about him, she kept closer to Skylar but stretched her neck out to lip at his fingers.

Skylar had been around her since she was born, so she was fairly familiar with the horned skeleton. Skylar smiled, and reached her fingers out to run them over the filly's back, scratching and itching where her little lips wouldn't reach. "She is. She's got Charlie’s temperament, that's for sure." Skylar hummed softly. "She's gonna be easy t' break for riding when she's old enough. She'd be a good fit for Peter if she keeps this temperament.”

He smiled and nodded. "I might bring peter out to see her, he will love her."  He rubbed Skylar's back and made his way over to the other stalls, opening them up so the horses would be able to come straight in. He pulled open the gate to the paddock. Charlie, Chel and the other mares made their way over, the two mares going straight to their stalls, Chel's stall was close to Mel so she could still see her mom. Charlie didn't go to his stall like he usually did. He made his way over to where Mel and the new filly were, standing by Skylar to sniff at the foal.

Chel made her way over too and lipped at the collar of Skylar's shirt, tucking her head over her shoulder to nose at Mel.

Mel pinned her ears, not liking so many others near her foal, and teeth flashed as she nipped at Chel.

Chel pinned her ears and let out a displeased squeal.

Skylar rolled her eyes and fisted her fingers in Chel's mane. "Come on you." She tugged, and guided her away from her mother's stall. The mare subsided obediently. But, after the hell that Skylar had in breaking her, and the work she'd put into her, Skylar could make her obey. She'd put her daughter on a well trained horse after all. She could be led with just her mane.

Hamish had made his way back over and placed a hand on Charlie. "Careful, she'll have a go at you, mate." He warned the Stallion who simply continued to sniff and nose at his new daughter that he hadn't had a chance to met yet, the filly got curious.

Mel's ears pinned, and she squealed at Charlie, grabbing a mouthful of mane and pulling at the stallion as she ushered the filly away from her father. Mel's teeth also nipped at Hamish.

Skylar returned, and intercepted the attempted bite at her husband. She pinched her fingers over the soft part of Mel's lip, and squeezed in a mimicry of a bull ring, making the mare snort and back up. Skylar wiggled her finger at her when she let go. "No."

Mel licked her lips and snorted at her, shaking her head.

Charlie had his ears pined back as he stepped away with a loud snort of his own, shaking himself off from the bite and moved to the comfort of his eldest daughter.

Chel leaned out of her stall to groom her father's neck, and knickered softly at Hamish and Skylar.

Skylar watched them, and leaned against Mel's door. "Heh. At least I'm not like Mel, eh?" She wiggled a brow. "My bites would hurt more." He had the scar to prove it.

Hamish’s mouth quirked up. He stepped up to Skylar and took her hands, bringing her to face him. He pressed her against his chest, one hand in hers, his other on her lower back, he swayed gently with her, similar to the way they had on their wedding night, only this time there was no large round belly between them... yet.

She smiled and leaned into him, her arm sliding up around his shoulder and splaying on his shoulder blades. There was no belly to make their dance difficult- well, there was his, but she could form fit to the shape of it, and work around it. Skylar swayed with him, with more grace than she had before. She smiled up at him, and kissed him gently. "I love you."

The horses stuck their heads over the gates to watch them curiously.

He beamed at Skylar, slow dancing in the barn the light from the setting sun creating a warm orange glow around them. The hand on her back moved around closer to her front, his chest swelled, their love had put their fifth child in his wife, it made his cheeks flush slightly.

He looked so handsome smiling at her in the fading sunlight. Skylar kissed him again, and smiled as his chest puffed up against hers. She wondered what he was thinking about. But, she could guess as his cheeks flushed a bright red color and his hand wandered towards her belly. She smiled and arched a brow at him. "Thinking about how ya put another baby in me?" She asks gently, her fingers sliding up along the back of his neck and teasing the vertebrae there.

He chuckled. “Am I that obvious?” He asked softly, as they continued their dance. He knew Skylar probably didn’t feel too beautiful right now, seeing as just a short while ago she had her head in the toilet getting rid of her dinner, but to him, she looked more beautiful than ever. She always had an extra beautiful glow around her when she got pregnant.

"A little." She smiled. Considering she was still in the gimmick shirt, it was pretty easy to see where his attention was going. "The blush, and your wanderin' fingers are your tells, sugar." She smiles at him slightly, blue eyes pale and gleaming. She didn't feel beautiful, but he always made her feel loved and like she was perfect just like she was. She sways her hips with his, turning just slightly so his thumb could rub over her belly. "No worries- you're gonna have plenty o' time t' touch my belly tonight, I promise. Touch it, kiss it... Gotta spend time with your next baby." She smiles. He'd get more time with this pregnancy than he had the triplets. All for the better, honestly. She was a grump with the triplets. She was gonna try to not be a grump with this one.

He nodded happily. They had a book to snuggle up and read. He struggled but he managed to pull himself away from Skylar to quickly make sure all the horses were locked up properly. He held his wife’s hand as they left the barn, he pulled the barn door closed then took Skylar’s hand again, returning to the house, he did a check over, making sure everything was in order before they went to bed, turning off lights that didn’t need to be on.

They made it to their room, he opened the door for their balcony to let a little bit of the cool air in then made his way to their bathroom to pee before coming to bed, he undressed down to his boxers and crawled into bed, holding the little book while he waited for Skylar.

By the time they were all in the bedroom, Skylar had made the decision to sleep in just a crop top and panties. Naked sleeping could only happen when the kids weren't in the house- because the boys had a habit of running to the bedroom when something scared them. Skylar took her time slowly stripping. When she was mostly naked, she stood by the mirror on the vanity looking at her horns, and judging quietly how long she could go without having to brave the polish and its stink. She sighed, rubbed her horns with her fingers, and then turned to make her way to bed. She crawled up next to Hamish, adjusting her crop top, before cuddling into his side with a soft sound. "Mmm..." The cold air from the open door felt nice over her bones, and she could cuddle to his warmth to offset the chill it might bring the room.

He took a moment to love on his wife some more, pressing kisses to her cheeks and jaw before his attention turned to their baby who right now was probably nothing more than a tiny cluster of magic growing and shaping itself with every passing minuet. He kissed her belly, still soft from the triplets and settled down to start a routine he missed greatly. He read the book, with each page he pressed material from the different ponies against Skylar’s belly, just like he had done for Bella.

Skylar enjoyed the attention he lavished to her, but willingly relaxed as he turned his attention to her belly. She rubbed the top of his skull fondly as he rubbed the well-worn textures of the book against her belly. The soft ones tickled her belly, and Skylar couldn't stop the quiet laugh. Just relaxing and listening to him read to their baby was doing wonders to make her unwind. The faint nauseated gurgling sounds her belly was making began to die off, and she was given a complete reprieve from the constant nausea for the first time that day.

Hamish finished the book and gave her belly another kiss before shifting up and wrapping his arms around Skylar.

“Mmm…” Skylar smiled softly and kissed his cheek. She rolled onto her sides, and cuddled up close to him. “Can’t wait until I’m showing?” She questions lightly.

Hamish’s cheeks flushed slightly and he let out a soft pleased moan, pressing against her. “Mmm, I love when you show.”

She blushed and smiled gently, running her fingers over his sides. She hooked a bare leg over his hips, tucking her pelvis against his as she sighed contently. “Mmm, well, I’ll be showing soon enough. Remember~” She purred against his neck. “The more I’m pregnant… the faster I’m gonna show.” Her uterus would adjust to being pregnant faster, and would, as far as she could tell, grow bigger faster to make more room for her baby to grow. “Mm… I can’t wait until I can roll over, n’ ya can feel our baby kick against your belly.”

Hamish could feel his body growing hotter. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed her flush against him, letting out a soft groan, pressing kisses against her neck.

Skylar smiled against his kisses, and cuddles into his front. “Careful, sweetheart,” She kissed his scarred shoulder gently, “or you’ll get too loud n’ wake the kids.” She was an awful tease when she felt good. Skylar gently bumped her hips against his, and cuddled close with a sigh. “Y’wanna know some good news?”

Hamish let out a long breath and looked down at Skylar. “What good news?” He asked, brushing his fingers gently against her back.

The bare skin of her ecto flesh tickled and pebbled up in gooseflesh as his fingers stroked down her skin. Skylar gave him a smile, and rubbed her toes along the back of his thighs. “I’m not nauseated,” She kisses his neck. “Baby seems to like story time.” She smiles cheekily against his skin.

He grinned widely. He knew the baby couldn’t hear their voices, but having story time make Skylar’s sickness settle made him feel extremely happy. He loved reading to his children.

“I thought that might make ya happy,” She chuckled into his shoulder, and pressed loving kisses to his neck. “Mmm… I like this. Just… bein’ able t’ rest and lay here with ya. Our baby growin’ inside o’ me, with our other little ones sleepin’ in their beds… This is nice.” She muses softly. “Mm… ‘f heaven exists, this is what it’s probably like.”

Hamish smiled and continued to rub Skylar's back. He was beyond relaxed right now, he loved the warmth of his wife close to him, knowing their children where sleeping safely. He was the happiest man alive he reckoned.

Skylar gave him another soft and gentle kiss, and then cuddled close. The smooth curve of her horn cradled his chin as she snuggled close, and settled down. As tired as she was, the soft and gentle touches lulled her swiftly to sleep as soon as they stopped talking, and Skylar settled in for a sound rest, snoring just softly against the plush skin of his chest.

#Hamish #Skylar #character plot #Charles #Samuel #Bella #Peter #The Triplets #Vomit alert #emetophilia

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--supersonicFoxtrot [SF] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT]-- 

SF: >Yo!!!< 

SF: >sup online party gurl<

PT: oh haaaay. 

PT: not much im just winding down for family festivities.

SF: >o right its human egg day or sumthing< 

SF: >rite?<

PT: right you are. 

PT: the eggman has risen on this day. 

PT: my boyfriends dad always makes a big deal out of holidays so i crashed that affair.

SF: >lmaooo< 

SF: >noice< 

SF: >i got to say egg rising man day is so confusing sounding culturally<

SF: >sounds like ur celebrating massive birthdays< 

SF: >or troll babies<

PT: no you see this is the time of year we celebrate dr robotik aka eggman well known nemesis of sonic the hedgehog.

SF: >who now wut face?<

PT: dont be so fucking insensitive towards my culture.

SF: >ur human customs are WEIRD ryanne<

PT: is it WEIRD to paint eggs with your sonic ocs???

SF: >um yah< 

SF: >why do u want to paint EGGS<

SF: >when u can eat them<

PT: why not both?

SF: >do u do both?<

PT: YEAH. painting them doesnt make them inedible.

SF: >o well shit<

SF: >pfft well I hope u ate a lot of eggs<

PT: im just FULL of eggs.

SF: >pfftt<

SF: >so full of eggs u might as well be< 

SF: >a mother grub<

PT: thats me. one big elegant mama.

SF: >snrk< 

SF: >beautiful<

SF: >I guess tho cus of ur human holiday< 

SF: >u aren't around to hang out<

PT: eh well me and my folks came home. 

PT: i could sneak away for the rest of the evening.

SF: >OvO<

SF: >lets sneak out and party<

PT: yeah buddy.

PT: where you wanna meet?

SF: >I'm fine meeting wherever< 

SF: >but how bout the park near the skaianet buildin<

PT: ah yes i know it well. 

PT: ill be right there.

SF: >sweeet< 

SF: >catch u there<

NELLIE: -Whenever Ryan shows up there in the future, Nellie is already in the dimly lit park.- 

NELLIE: -He's trying hand stands on his hoverboard like a dorkus.-

RYAN: -wanders over, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. when she sees this goofy boy, she snorts.- ohhh wow im so impressed.

NELLIE: -He doesnt hear her and she goes unnoticed until his hover board pivots around so hes facing her and then he startles a little. Enough to fall off his board and flop to the ground right on his ass.- OOF! 

NELLIE: Oh. Hai, Ryanne.

NELLIE: -Snrks and hoists himself back up onto his feet to dust himself off.-

RYAN: -grins- hey. 

RYAN: didnt know you were a boarder. 

RYAN: can i see it?

NELLIE: Pfft. Yah I've picked it up over the last few years. -Snatches the board out of the air and then offers it to her.- 

NELLIE: Yuh know how to stand on one?

RYAN: yeah sure. i used to steal my brothers all the time. -takes it and lies it down in front of her before she starts to climb up on it.- 

RYAN: -wobbles- ohhh shit. its been a while tho haha.

NELLIE: -Watches her wobble and snickers.- Here want a hand? 

NELLIE: -offers his hand out and goes to stand next to the board.- Just dont go tuh high or yuh will either fall off or drag me up hehe.

RYAN: -places her hand in his just to balance herself- lol i would consider the latter but im not strong enough to lift you. so wed have double trouble there. 

RYAN: -lifts off the ground and takes her hand with her so she can zip around a little. she definitely seems competent with this thing. suddenly she's having flashbacks to dirk teaching her how to use a hover board...-

NELLIE: -Good! That she doesnt fall anyways.- There yuh go! 

NELLIE: Yuh got this gurl. -Makes sure to stay as her balance point.- Yuh have got the hang of this.

RYAN: hell YEAH i do!! PCHOOOO. 

RYAN: -but she gets bored right away, slowing to a stop. she stays hovering there for a moment though.- 

RYAN: so what were you thinking about partying?

NELLIE: Hmm! 

NELLIE: Well we culd do a lot of things. 

NELLIE: We culd go out. There are clubs and bars and stuff still open. Or we culd hang out here sum more. Or go anywhere.

NELLIE: -Grins at her.- Partying is sub ject uv.

RYAN: -thousand yard stare. teetering back and forth on this board.- i wanna go to a club... -kind of trails off like there's an implied BUT-

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her implied but.- 

NELLIE: Well oh kay then lets go tuh one ell oh ell!

RYAN: ... 

RYAN: ... 

RYAN: yeah alright. -she tells herself she won't drink, she'll just dance.- 

RYAN: -hops off the hover board.-

NELLIE: -Well there are other things to do at clubs besides drink.-  

NELLIE: -Anyways the moment Ryan hops off is when Nellie hops up and mounts his board before once more offering her a hand.- Here cum on up. Dunt worry I can balance us both, and its faster tuh get tuh this place I know.

RYAN: well up i go again. -takes his hand and hikes back up onto the board.- where we headed? i probably know it.

NELLIE: I like this place called The Aquarium. Its gut all those surfaces that are really fish tanks. Its batt shit awe sum! 

NELLIE: Oh kay suh hold ontuh me so yuh dont go flying off. Oh and once we start moving I wont be able tuh keep reading yur lips cus I'll be focusing ahead. if yuh need sumthing just tap me, oh kay? -Once she is up and steady, Nellie kicks them off and they start zooming through the air at high speeds. Its only because he has a passenger that Nellie wont show off and do flips.-

RYAN: -read her lips? HE WAS DEAF THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T TELL HER? wow. incredible. except she doesn't even care. she holds onto him with one arm and waves an ok hand :ok_hand: in his face before they take off.-

NELLIE: -He forgets to tell people Ryan. Nellie used to advertise it more but over the years he has gotten so used to reading lips and speaking without sign language that it just slips his mind most of the time. Also he doesnt see why it would matter either.- 

NELLIE: -Thanks to his speedy flight skills, they arrive outside the club before too long. Nellie slowly lowers the board closer to the ground so they can hop off.- Ladies first.

RYAN: oh thank you. :yum: -plops onto her feet and steps away fro mthe board to give him room, also to approach the building. she's definitely familiar with it. if she recalls correctly, it was fairly new before she left skaia. but maybe she's thinking of something else. her memory of that time is pretty hazy at this point.

NELLIE: -Once Ryan is safely at a distance Nellie dismounts his board and before he hits the ground he stores it back into his sylladex. How cool is he? Not at all...- 

NELLIE: Oh kay suh we heading straight in? -Offers Ryan his arm.-

RYAN: -was he being cool? she didn't even see because she zoned out, but her attention snaps back to him when he speaks. it takes a moment to register the question and the arm being offered to her, but she loops hers in his and nods.- 

RYAN: lets do this shit.

NELLIE: -Aww thats okay, she will get other chances to see him try and be cool later.- 

NELLIE: -Maybe.- 

NELLIE: Hell yah. -He is going to walk her up to the doorman, they dont even have to wait in line too long and as long as they both flash their IDs (Nellie will cover the entrance fee for Ryan) they get in without any hassle.- 

NELLIE: -Inside the club music is pounding, people are crowded on the dance floor which is see through into a large tank filled with all sorts of strange and wondrous sea life, and there are drink servers dressed in dazzling mermaid themes. There are cocktail menus based on shipwrecks and tropical fish, and the several bars placed around the club and each one features tanks of different species of small critter, from colorful nudibranchs to hue flashing cuttlefish. Its an all over kind of ridiculous venue.-

RYAN: -yeeees. she is all about this aesthetic and that bass is already infecting her, getting her pumped up and bringing her right back to the frequent evenings she spent in clubs just like this one.- 

RYAN: -bobs and shimmies into the crowd, dragging nellie with her. she'll make her way to the bar eventually, but first she has to dance her way through all these people. and sing along to the music playing, of course. she turns towards nellie to dance at him. GET IN ON THIS BRO.-

NELLIE: -Now it is his turn to be led. Nellie laughs as Ryan pulls him into the crowds after her, and when she starts to dance he is only a little hesitant to join her. Usually he is not a big dancing person given that he has a hard time noticing rhythm, but clubs like these always blast the music hard enough that he can physically feel the beat and thats why he likes this place.- 

NELLIE: -He is going to gently hip check Ryan, watching her sing but hardly being able to make sense of it anyways.- Heheh!

RYAN: -she's a firm believer that you don't need to have rhythm to dance... you just need it to be GOOD. and being good ain't what dancing is about.- oohp! -laughs and bumps him back with her big butt. then falls into a butt bumping rhythm.-

NELLIE: -Good thing its not about being good because hes really not. But he can butt bump! And he will keep it going so long as she does.- 

NELLIE: Oh kay suh yuh can ride a hover board and dance?? Daaayyyuuummm!!

RYAN: im skilled in all sorts of things. -snickers and starts wiggling her way in the direction of the bar. mimes throwing a lasso at him and pulling him in to follow.-

NELLIE: Um I bettah get tuh see the rest of these things then. -Yes please guide him around. Truth be told its great to just follow around a strong personality person sometimes, and Ryan fits this criteria for him.- 

NELLIE: -Hes going to slide up to the bar next to her tough and start looking over drinks.- 

NELLIE: Wuts yur poison?

RYAN: -it's ALL poison.- mmm... -it's a little overwhelming since she hasn't really been to a club where she can order GOOD drinks in a while. she's mostly been dipping into the hard lemonades when she's feeling weak.- 

RYAN: ill take a blushing margarita first off.

NELLIE: Blushing marga rida? -He hasn't heard of that one before, but hey learn something knew each time you go to the bar. Hes going to flag down the bar tender for the both of them and order her one, and a screwdriver for himself.- 

 NELLIE: -They are quickly prepared and placed in front of the two of them on little anchor themed coasters. Nellie sips his the moment is ready and turns to chin hand at Ryan.- What do yuh think of this place so far?

RYAN: -SCHLOOORP.- i think its the bees fucking knees my dude.

RYAN: i was right tho... ive been here before. its just been a while.

NELLIE: Yah? How cum? Yuh got another place yuh like tuh go tuh now?

NELLIE: This is my personal fave I think.

NELLIE: I really like watching all the fish ell oh ell. -He snickers and sips more of his drink.-

RYAN: mmm. well... 

RYAN: last time i was here it was before i moved. 

RYAN: see i moved from skaia to lopan for a while. 

RYAN: but i ended up comin back a few months ago. and uh... i havent done much social drinking since then. -says this guiltily... but nothing she can't drown down.-

NELLIE: -Dont worry Ryan he isnt going to pry. Nellie is a strong believer in leaving the past in the past.- 

NELLIE: Aww well thanks for cuming out with me tuhnight if its not usually yur thing.

NELLIE: Also well come back tuh skaia!

NELLIE: Consider this yur late homecoming.

RYAN: thanks man. -yeah... she's definitely not gonna elaborate if he doesn't ask. sips this drink.- 

RYAN: maybe ill join ya from now on if you frequent this place.

NELLIE: Um Im all abut that? 

NELLIE: Im always looking for new pals tuh hangout with. -Gives her a fangy grin.- 

NELLIE: I dunt always go here though. I also dunt mind partying in the cumforts of hive yuh know?

RYAN: yeah dude thats got its merits too. 

RYAN: if you wanna low key kinda party. which isnt always my thing necessarily... im a go big or go home kinda gal. 

RYAN: ... -sips- a bad analogy. but you get what i mean.

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her.- Yah? 

NELLIE: Sounds like yuh know how tuh have a gud time. Got tuh say its been a while since I've intentionally gone hard at anything.

NELLIE: I kinda am used tuh coasting over a long period of time.

RYAN: hahah thats probably smarter anyways. 

RYAN: but what the fuck is moderation i ask.

NELLIE: A suggestion probubly?

NELLIE: At least thats how I take it. 

NELLIE: Treat yurself yuh know.

RYAN: -laughs a little about that. hoo boy... that's some shitty piece of advice right there, but she really is not equipped to argue with it. not when deep down it's something she agrees with anyways.- 

RYAN: darn fucking tootin. -downs this drink and flags the bar tender over for another. it begins.-

NELLIE: -Oh shit, she finished that quick. Nellie doesn't want to seem like a light weight to his new club buddy, so of course as Ryan flags down the bar tender he swings back the last of his vodka and orange juice in one go so he can get another and they can be even.- (Shiiiit.) 

NELLIE: Oh kay Ryanne we should like. 

NELLIE: Yuh should tell me more about yuh. Or wait like. We culd play a game like tuh lies one truth. 

NELLIE: Or whutever its called hahah.

NELLIE: I want tuh know more about yuh.

RYAN: oooo i love games like that. 

RYAN: let me think. :thinking: -grabs her new drink and sips thoughtfully.- 

RYAN: ok i got it.

RYAN: my mom is a famous musician. :microphone:

RYAN: this isnt my natural eye color. :eye:

RYAN: ive never ridden a horse before. :horse:

NELLIE: OOooooohh oh kay, oh kay um. 

NELLIE: -Squints at her as he thinks.- Yuh said yuh sing. And yuh can dance... suh the mom thing might be true... 

NELLIE: Im pretty sure thats yur eye color...

NELLIE: Nuh, I'm going tuh say yuh have never ridden a horse befur.

RYAN: ding dong you are wrong. 

RYAN: my mom IS famous. you ever heard of robyn saint?

NELLIE: -Dramatic gasp.- 

NELLIE: The Rob bin saint????? 

NELLIE: ....pfft nuh, I'm not really a big music guy.

RYAN: wow i cant imagine WHY. 

RYAN: shes kind of niche anyway so im not surprised when people havent heard of her. plus she hasnt been super active for a while... kind of a moldy oldie lmao. 

RYAN: anyways ive DEF ridden a horse before. 

RYAN: my big brother used to take a bunch of us kids in the family to horse ranches because hes like unhealthily obsessed with horses.

NELLIE: Hahah wow.

NELLIE: I saw a horse like. Once.

NELLIE: -Finishes his second drink and places the glass down on the bar with a pleasant sigh.-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh my turn then? Hmm.

NELLIE: I graduated wuth a degree in arow-dinamics. 

NELLIE: Ive never been ahrested. 

NELLIE: I'm lactose intollerint.

RYAN: ooooo tough... :thinking:

RYAN: im gonna say you got an aerodynamics degree. 

RYAN: becaaause i choose to believe theres a fun story behind you getting arrested and also that you dont suffer from an affliction as terrible as lactose intolerance.

NELLIE: NUPE! 

NELLIE: I cant touch cheez without suffuring. And also I never finished school feeding ell em ay oh. -He snickers.-

RYAN: damn!! thats the saddest thing that ever got said. 

RYAN: the cheese thing... ive never gotten proper schooling either haha.

RYAN: :eyes: but you have been arrested?

NELLIE: Yahhh it sucks majer bulge.... Still doesnt stahp me from eating it though. 

NELLIE: -Orders himself a third screw driver.- And eyup. 

NELLIE: I went tuh jail for like a month tuh. It wus a real long time ago.

NELLIE: Yuh are technically looking at a reformed felon.

Sari-04/18/2017

RYAN: :scream:

RYAN: can i ask what you did?

NELLIE: Heh well... 

NELLIE: -Sips more drank.- 

NELLIE: Mostly shop lifting.

RYAN: oooo mostly. i cant believe im fraternizing with a deliquent. -snickers- 

RYAN: ol sticky fingers nellie.

NELLIE: Hahaha yuh thats me. 

NELLIE: I wus a thief. -Among other things...-

NELLIE: Now I just fly ships and get high on thuh weekends.

RYAN: takes breaks from flying high to fly high. sounds like a good life to me. 

RYAN: im still... between careers lol. i think i mentioned that. i cant remember.

NELLIE: Yuh might of but I didnt remember either though haha. 

NELLIE: Thats oh kay though.

NELLIE: -Taps his fingers on the bar.- Hmm.

NELLIE: Also like. 

NELLIE: If its a gud life yuh want to try. Its still kind of the week end?

RYAN: ... -I shouldn't, I really really shouldn't. she keeps telling herself that.- 

RYAN: i mean i aint about to deny the invitation.

NELLIE: -He is grinning more now and straightens himself up.- Well shit. 

NELLIE: Then like. I've gut stuff at my place? Yuh know anything about Wish?

RYAN: -finishes up THIS drink quickly too.- sure ive heard of it. 

RYAN: never tried it before tho.

NELLIE: -:eyes:- 

NELLIE: Duh yuh want tuh?

NELLIE: I'm a little new tuh it tuh but. 

NELLIE: I like it. A friend shared it with me suh its only right i give the same chance tuh another.

RYAN: sharing is caring after all... 

RYAN: lets do it.

NELLIE: It shure as hell is. -He winks back and then slides the bar tender money for the drinks they've had so far.- 

NELLIE: We culd head there now, or keep hanging out here for a while more but. 

NELLIE: If we duh stay here I'm cutting mahself off suh I can still fly us back safe.

NELLIE: Its up tuh yuh, Ryanne.

RYAN: hmmmm. 

RYAN: eh we can split. im feeling a little crowded anyways.

NELLIE: Well in that cayse. -He stands up from the barstool and offers Ryan his arm.- 

NELLIE: Can I escort yuh out, buddy?

RYAN: -slides off and loops arms with him once again.- such a gentleman.

NELLIE: I try. Cunsider it making up for being an ex con. 

NELLIE: -He is going to lead her through the crowds and out the nearest exit then. When they get back outside into the fresh night air Nellie decaptchalogs his board again and once more will help Ryan up onto it with him. He's not too wobbly despite having three drinks in him.- I'm fifteen minnuts from here, suh same rules as last time tap if yuh need somethin!

RYAN: -she's feeling a little woozy after getting onto her feet, which is strange to her. her tolerance used to be much higher but then again she's been sober for like 9 months now. she nods in understanding, clambering up onto the board with him.- 

RYAN: right right i got you.

NELLIE: Oh kay then hold on tight! -Once he says that Nellie is zooming up into the night sky. He goes pretty fast, but stays in control the whole time. Zipping through the air on a hoverboard is like second nature to him after all these years.- 

NELLIE: -They arrive at his apartment building in the time that was promised. More specifically they arrive on the roof and Nellie leads Ryan down a set of fire escapes after tucking away his hoverboard again. After that he just slides open the window to the livingroom and presto!- Heh, hivestem sweet hivestem. 

 NELLIE: -He slides on in and then will give Ryan a hand if she needs help getting in.- Pretty sure mah roommate is out until wednesday but if yuh feel like sumthing is watching yuh thats probubly her ell oh ell. 

NELLIE: -The place isnt too fancy. But its got a decent kitchen, and furniture. There is one full bathroom and two bedrooms that branch off from the living room.-

RYAN: -thanks for the help friendo. she slips inside, pointedly ignoring the gut feeling she has that this whole situation is wrong and she should know better. she doesn't even know nellie that well, and yet she's throwing caution to the wind and accepting drugs from an acquaintance someplace she's unfamiliar with. just like the good old days...- 

RYAN: its cool im always down to be watched. 

RYAN: -distracts herself from her inner turmoil by wandering around the place, inspecting anything and everything there is to look at.-

NELLIE: -Its a nice place! Its well lit and there are video games and movies on the shelf by the tv. The couch is covered with strewn blankets (Whoops he didnt know he'd have company) but overall its pretty homey.- Oh kay yuh chill out for two seconds I'm going tuh get the stuff. Bee are bee. 

NELLIE: -He waves her towards the sitting area and she can sit on the couch or the arm chair near the coffee table. Nellie slips towards one of the back rooms, and when he comes bag he has an old fiduspawn card tin in his hands.-

RYAN: -flops onto the couch and makes herself cozy, looking around until he returns.- oh shit is it time to duel?

NELLIE: -The blankets are very cozy, soft and clean smelling if she wants to get super comfy.- Heh, yah always??

NELLIE: -Sits himself on the floor and puts the tin on the coffee table before opening it. Inside is a collection of weed, cigarettes, a nasal spray bottle, and then a bunch of these strange body patches.- 

 NELLIE: -He takes out the bottle and a patch.- Oh kay suh yuh have got options here. I never used this spray but its a more direct and faster high? Suh yuh can use it if yuh want. Im a fan of these though. -Holds up the patch.- 

NELLIE: It melts intuh yur skin over time suh its a longer lasting high.

RYAN: hmm... -considers her options carefully.- 

RYAN: okay like. 

RYAN: its not gonna kill me if i take a shot of this and then slap on a patch is it? 

RYAN: im talking immediate health risks. im well beyond the long term kind.

NELLIE: Proububly not? I mean I did tuh patches at once this one time.

NELLIE: But yuh are going tuh feel that shit pfft.

NELLIE: Its kind of a high like weed. But more in the front of yur pan if yuh get that?

NELLIE: Makes shit heavy and light at the same time. Warms yuh up.

RYAN: oh okay that doesnt sound so bad. 

RYAN: -grabs that nasal spray.- gonna get me a WHIFF. -examines this bottle to assess how it's used before she does the honors. WHOOF. she seems a little surprised, blinking and shaking her head after it tickles up her nose.- 

RYAN: alright alright. now slap me with one of those thingers. i dunno where the ideal place to stick it is.

NELLIE: -Watches her figure out the spray and snickers a little as he hands her a patch.- Peel off the back first. And I like tuh put them on the small of mah back. 

NELLIE: Or shoulder. -He takes a patch for himself, peels off the back and lifts his shirt and sticks it on the skin of his shoulder. Nellie then rubs the patch just to warm it up faster so his body can absorb it sooner.-

RYAN: -peels off the back of the patch and lifts up her shirt around her middle, slapping it onto her back. depending on where he's sitting, he might catch a glimpse of the tattoo covering almost all of her back when she leans over.- 

RYAN: cool. now the party can truly begin.

NELLIE: Hehe hell yah. Let me know if yuh want snacks or sumthing tuh? Ive got stuff tuh munch on. 

NELLIE: -He just catches the sight of her tat out of the corner of his eye and he leans a little to try and see more of it.- Oooh. 

 NELLIE: Thats sick looking? Yur tattoo.

RYAN: oh yeah. let me give you the full experience. -lifts her the back of her shirt up higher since it goes all the way up to her shoulder blades. a beautiful blue and pink peacock tattoo stretches over the expanse of her skin.- 

RYAN: okay its not the full experience because otherwise id be flashing my ass at you.

NELLIE: Pfft. Well thanks. -But still :eyes: all over the designs.- Wow. 

 NELLIE: Nuh seriously thats sum amazing werk.April 20, 2017

RYAN: right? theyve got some killer tattoo artists on lopan. 

RYAN: you ever go there much? i bet youd be into that scene.

NELLIE: -Shakes his head.- Nahh. But now it's on my list ell oh ell. 

NELLIE: Whut kind of place is it?

RYAN: shit dude its like the night life planet. 

RYAN: great for partying. great for artsy folk. but thats in the cities. 

RYAN: in the desert its junker city like its star wars or some shit.

NELLIE: Wait junkers? Whut can yuh buy parts out there? -Hes all about old ship junk.-

NELLIE: If suh then yah this seems like a place I need tuh guh tuh ay ess ay pee.

RYAN: -smirks and nods- yeah exactly like that. 

RYAN: makes sense. most of you space truckers are into that it seems like. -tilts her head, resting it on her hand and equilibrium seems thrown off so suddenly she almost falls over to the side. whoa there. guess this shit is kicking in and she's got lead in her head, but it must be the airiness keeping her upright..- 

RYAN: im feeling it mister krabs.

NELLIE: -Ryan please do not fall over, he would feel real bad if you did.- Oh em gee. 

NELLIE: Well take it easy oh kay? -His is a slower building high, but Nellie can really start to feel his body warm up as the drugs are absorbed into his system.- Ahh its the shit though rite?

RYAN: its real nice dude... im starting to chill way the fuck out now. hahaha. -passes a hand through her hair.- 

RYAN: you said something about snacks?

NELLIE: I probubly did. 

NELLIE: Yuh like popcorn. Chips?

RYAN: why not both?

#supersonicFoxtrot #primadonnaTartuffe #in which ryan falls off the wagon #cw: drug use