#it looks so poopy I’m so so sorry

[daemour]

I Can See You

Pairing: single dad! Seonghwa x babysitter! f! yn

Word Count: 10,137

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, a creepy old man in one scene, age gap (10 years but both are adults (and not just barely)), smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, single parent au, M for mature audiences

Summary: When you took a job babysitting a young toddler, you didn't expect to be so drawn to the family. And more specifically, her frustratingly hot and single dad.

Smut Warnings: masturbation, sexual fantasies, riding, slight (if you squint) corruption kink, sliGHT breeding kink, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), breast play, overstimulation, undiscussed kinks (yn is fine with it. but discuss your fucking kinks guys *gun emoji*), slight cumplay

thank u to @pyeonghongrie and @mingsolo for beta'ing and for the title hehe <3 this is also a collab with @potatomountain who is also writing a dilf hwa, we're just on two sides of the spectrum lol...and this is so damn long

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“Hello, I’m here for a babysitter interview with a Mr Park?”

“That would be me. Miss (Y/N)?”

When you answered the ad in the newspaper about babysitting, you were so ready to see an older man, around his fifties. But this man looked so young, around his late twenties although you’re sure he’s probably forty. And you’re not one to judge—nearing your mid-twenties one wouldn’t be expecting you to still babysit as a full-time job. But it pays the bills and helps you get some hands-on experience in your degree, child development.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” your words spill out as you realise he is awaiting an answer. Mentally, you berate yourself for the immediate blunder while Mr Park’s eyes crinkle with amusement.

“Come on in and make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be right there. Would you like anything to drink?” Mr Park’s voice is smooth like butter and you have a hard time making sure you don’t get lost in it.

Again, you nod, actual wordy responses jumbled in your brain, walking to the couch and sitting down almost mechanically. If you were mentally present, you would have noticed the smile the older man sends your way.

He doesn’t take too long, returning with two glasses of water. “You didn’t say what you wanted to drink so I just got you water. Is that okay?”

Thankfully, you finally can respond coherently and smile, albeit a little shakily. “Yes, thank you so much.”

You take the glass with both hands, thanking him again quietly and taking a small sip before just holding it as you wait for him to be seated. You’ve felt awkward before, but this is a new extreme. Normally you pride yourself on keeping your cool in front of someone you think is hot, but Mr Park…he’s something else. You try your best to keep your eyes trained on the coffee table, only letting yourself glance at him occasionally so he doesn’t realise just how in awe you are.

“Jihee will be home from school soon, so you’ll see her soon. For now it’ll just be old me and my questions,” Mr Park starts his interview as soon as he sits on the couch across from you. “Now, I saw in your application that your major was in child development? Can I ask why that interested you?”

You blink at him for a moment, not expecting that question. Sure, bringing it up was expected, but the way he sounds like he’s interviewing you for a position in a company amuses you. “Uh…I just grew up with a lot of siblings and their kids. I’m the youngest of six, and the oldest is sixteen years older than me so I have a lot of nieces and nephews as well. Children have always been a part of my life, and my first job was babysitting so it’s something I’m very used to. Child development was just a way for me to learn even more and in a less… hands-on way. Poopy diapers are not my favourite.” You pause. “Not that I can’t change them! Or that Jihee uses them. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

You’re so sure your face is bright red right now as you stumble over your words, and you’re ready to be kicked out, but all Mr Park does instead is laugh at your embarrassment. It’s a little mean but it’s better than your worst conclusion so you’ll take it. “It’s okay,” Mr Park smiles at you. “It’s okay to ramble, it was actually quite amusing. Now, I’d just like to warn you, Jihee has trouble with working on schoolwork. While that usually isn’t an issue, she may be asking you to help her with her homework and reading and I just thought I’d give you a heads up. Would that cause any trouble?”

“It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ll try my best. I took children’s education in college as well so it’d be a good time for me to exercise that,” you laugh quietly. Your first dream was to be a governess, no matter how few jobs there are for that type of work.

Mr Park nods thoughtfully. “Glad to give you some experience in that,” he hums after careful consideration, a smile on his face. “Her struggles lie in understanding the problems and in English. If she faces any difficulty then I can always help out.”

Before either of you continues speaking, his watch beeps and he glances down. Without another word, he stands and goes to open the front door. “Uh–” Your confusion escapes you before you can stop it.

“Oh, Jihee’s almost home and I always leave the door open for her,” he explains, eyes still trained on his watch. “You’ll get to meet her, and then we can discuss more details. And just to reiterate the ad, this is going to be a job that requires a lot of hours. I, of course, will be paying you for any sort of overtime if I need to stay at the office later. Does your schedule still allow for that?”

You hold back your smile. Your schedule mostly consists of scrolling the internet for job opportunities and eating lunch with your friends. “Yes, I can do that,” you affirm. “I’ll need holidays off, but I assume that’s a given as you’ll also be with Jihee?”

A smile pulls at the corner of Mr Park’s mouth. “Very astute,” he chuckles. “Now, here she comes.”

The door swings open without another word from either of you and a little girl dressed in pink and ribbons barrels into Mr Park’s knees. He lets out a quiet grunt, stabilising himself against the door as his hand strokes at her hair. “Hello, Jihee,” he hums fondly. "How was school today?"

The young girl beams up at her father. "So fun!" she grins, her words slightly slurred in her excitement. "Today, Mrs Lee had us do shapes and my favourite colour is blue now! I have so many blue crayons."

Mr Park's eyebrow raises at the mention of crayons. "Do you have them with you?" he asks, and Jihee nods vigorously. "Can I see them?"

Another nod comes from the child and she immediately plops on the floor, pulling out her pencil case and opening it to reveal at least ten crayons, all of varying sizes. What stands out to you the most is that half of them are green. "See! All blue. But this one's my favourite." She grabs at a particularly long and skinny one, a shade of emerald green.

"Ah. Lovey, remember, your colours are a little different, right?" Mr Park talks in a gentle voice, very different from the very adult voice he used with you. "That's a green crayon."

Jihee's face drops. "Oh." Her bottom lip juts out in a pout.

Mr Park holds out his hand and Jihee drops the crayon into his palm. "You can't take the crayons from school anyway, dear. Why don't we leave these in your bag and you can give them back and apologise to Mrs Lee tomorrow?"

Jihee's pout grows bigger but she nods. "Okay, daddy," she agrees and Mr Park nods proudly.

"Now, do you want to meet your new friend?" You flinch as Mr Park mentions you, sitting up straighter in your chair before ultimately deciding to stand instead.

"Hi, Jihee," you do your best to speak with the same quiet tone Mr Park used. "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you."

You offer your hand for her to shake and Jihee looks at you, her thinking face almost a spitting image of her father's before she walks over and takes your hand with gusto. "Hi, Mrs (Y/N).”

"Ah, I'm not a Mrs," you correct her. "You can call me (Y/N)."

"Miss (Y/N)," Mr Park quietly interrupts and you nod, not wanting to override his parenting although being called 'miss' will catch you off-guard for the time being. "Why don't you tell her one thing about yourself and then Miss (Y/N) has to go, okay?"

Jihee's mouth twists in sadness, her hand still gripping yours. "Okay," she sighs again. "I get to talk to her more later though, right?"

Mr Park nods. "Of course. Miss (Y/N) will be spending a lot of time with you, so I'm glad you like her."

Jihee nods solemnly. "I like pretty people and you're super pretty," she tells you earnestly and your heart swells at the compliment.

“Thank you, Jihee,” you thank her genuinely, although you’re amused at the fact that she considers her appreciation for physical looks a good introduction to herself. “It was nice to meet you.”

With another decisive nod, Jihee turns and marches right off down the hall, presumably to her room. Mr Park turns to you, finally shutting his front door with a sigh. “That was Jihee. Ball of energy extraordinaire. She comes home from school at one-thirty, and will put her own things away before coming to eat a snack. She has one worksheet to do a day but with your help she’ll get it fairy quickly. I’ll email you a list of house rules.”

You nod. “That sounds perfect. What would the schedule look like? What time would I be here, and when would I expect you to come home?”

Mr Park hums, running a hand through his perfect hair. “For her school days, I’d like to have you in here maybe ten minutes before she comes. I’ll always leave her snack in the fridge and you can just pop it in the microwave and make yourself comfortable before she comes barrelling in. Then I’ll be home at five-thirty sharp whenever possible. Every other Saturday I’m in the office for eight hours and you’ll be watching Jihee for those days. If you can’t do a Saturday, just let me know so I can get someone to watch her, but generally I’d like you here from eight to five.”

You nod. All your friends have atypical work schedules so your Saturdays are empty in general, and since the weekdays are shorter hours you don’t mind. “When it comes to after-school playdates, should I expect you to be home or would you like me to take care of them?”

Mr Park’s lips tighten almost imperceptibly. “That won’t be an issue. Jihee doesn’t do playdates.” Your curiosity spikes at his short answer but his tone leaves no room for discussion so you don’t press it. “I’ll give you a key now. Tomorrow is my off-Saturday but if you can come in just to adjust yourself that would be great. I have some work to get done anyway so I’ll be mostly out of your hair although you can still ask me questions.”

You nod again. “Yeah, that works,” you confirm after a quick check to your phone calendar. When you look up, Mr Park is already holding out a key and you take it after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Mr Park nods, moving to open the door when Jihee calls out with a whining tone to her voice. “Daddy, I need help!”

Mr Park sighs but it’s full of affection for his daughter. “I would walk you to your car but she calls for me,” his head dips into an apologetic bow but you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile at him. “There’s no need for that at all.” That is one of the main reasons, but another part of you doesn’t want him to know you have no car and you take the bus to his neighbourhood and then walk the rest of the way.

A twenty-four-year-old with no car? It’s a little embarrassing, especially in the area you both live in where it’s almost required to have a car to do anything. Generally, your babysitting jobs were close enough to your home, but the salary of this job enticed you to give up walking.

As you exit, you can hear Jihee starting off her complaints about her jacket and you smile to yourself subconsciously.

-

You’ve been working with the Parks for almost a month now and generally, it’s a good time. You only really see Mr Park when he comes home, but by then you have one foot out the door. There are days when he looks so beaten down that you want to offer him some encouragement, but you don’t want to step out of your boundaries. So, you just keep your head down and leave.

Jihee is sweet and easy-going, not hard for you to get along with. She always has some sort of fun idea for you to play along with and her schoolwork hasn’t been too terrible although you dread when she starts getting into more difficult maths.

But today, as soon as Jihee walks into the door, you suspect something is wrong. She doesn’t greet you as excitedly as she used to, just stalking straight into her bedroom and coming right now, settling herself down on the couch with a pout on her face.

“Jihee, don’t you want to eat?” you try to coax her to the dinner table, but she just shakes her head, immobile. You frown. It’s strange for the usually talkative child to be this closed off. “Did something happen at school?”

Jihee glares at the coffee table, shaking her head. “No,” she mutters but her cold-stone facade drops immediately as she suddenly bursts into tears. Your heart drops for the child crying on your couch and you immediately run to her and pull her into your arms. “Why don’t they like me?” she wails into your shirt and your heart drops.

You had suspected it when Mr Park shut down the playdate idea very quickly, but this just solidifies your thoughts. How could the kids at school not like such a sweet kid? As you’ve been working for the Parks for quite a bit now, you’ve grown to adore the young girl like she was one of your own nieces.

You don’t say anything just yet, just patting her hair and doing your best to calm her down. It takes almost an hour but now she just curls up in your arms, her hands gripping your shirt as she’s so close to falling asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up so you resign yourself to letting her sleep on you for now.

Within ten minutes, you fall asleep as well. It’s not what you meant to do, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself. When your eyes open again, Jihee is no longer in your arms and there’s a large fluffy blanket laid on top of you. You blink yourself awake before panic sets in and you shoot up, looking around. “Jihee?” you call out and hear deep laughter behind you. When your head snaps back you see Mr Park chuckling at your face.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss (Y/N).”

It takes a minute for your words to register, blinking stupidly at your employer for a few moments before your face drops and you practically leap off the couch. “I’m so sorry!” you cry, bowing rapidly at a low angle. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and it won’t happen again.”

You keep your eyes lowered and you look up at him through your lashes, scared of how he’ll react but to your surprise, Mr Park’s smile grows and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, you looked comfortable and the doors were locked. Jihee didn’t get into any trouble, just was a little bored since you were asleep.”

You shake your head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t sleep on the job but thank you for the kindness. Jihee is very responsible for her age and it certainly reflects on your parenting.” You smile back at him.

“Well, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me as well,” Mr Park hums. “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know you usually leave around the time I get back but let me at least feed you before you go.”

You frown. “I’d like to, but I should get going,” you say absentmindedly. “I have to make it in time to catch the bus.”

You’re looking around, trying to gather your belongings, when you realise how silent Mr Park is. And in turn, you realise what you just said. “You take the bus?” His voice lowers and you stare at the look of concern he has on his face. “It’s practically dark by the time you leave and you’re walking to the bus stop by yourself?”

“Ah– it’s okay! It’s not a far walk, just up the street.” You hurry to defend your choices, waving your hands. “I’ve gotten home safe so far, no?”

Mr Park shakes his head. “No, you can’t take chances. I’ll drive you home tonight after dinner. You must stay.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, but his stance is unwavering. And as much as you would usually protest—being taken home by a much older man would usually ring alarms in your head—the idea of not having to wait in the cold and the dark by yourself is very appealing. And from how you’ve interacted with him before, Mr Park seems very sweet, and you trust him just a little more than you probably should.

“Well, I do thank you for your kindness,” you sigh, nodding your head in concession. “But this will be the only time.”

Mr Park chuckles, not taking you seriously. “We’ll see. Now come on. Tonight is beef stew and my younger brother will come for dinner as well.”

“Uncle Uyu is coming?” You can hear Jihee’s excited voice coming from the kitchen as well as her feet pittering on the floor as she launches herself into your lap. “Hi again, Miss (Y/N).”

“Hello again, Miss Jihee,” you tease, pressing the tip of your finger to her forehead and Jihee giggles.

“Are you staying for dinner?” You nod again and she screeches in happiness, not giving a second glance at how you wince at the sound. “I can’t wait! I have to make you pretty! Come with me.”

With as much seriousness as she can muster in her body, she pulls you by the hand into her room as Mr Park watches the two of you with a soft smile and follows the two of you into Jihee’s room. He takes a seat on the bed as Jihee fusses over your hair, styling it with her toddler's hands and putting an obscene amount of hair clips into it. But you’re whipped for the little girl and you let her do whatever she wants, ending up in two uneven pigtails and a plethora of Hello Kitty clips.

“Daddy, isn’t it pretty?” Jihee giggles, moving your head to tilt so her father can take a look at her work. “It’s better than your hair to practice!”

Mr Park, mock-affronted, holds his hand to his chest. “Betrayed by my own daughter? Alas, but I can let it slide as this may very well be your best work.”

Jihee giggles, pressing her face against your cheek when the doorbell rings. “Uncle Uyu!” As always, her focus is diverted by any new thing and she runs for the door, both you and Mr Park following shortly after. As she yanks the door open, a man around Seonghwa’s age greets her just as excitedly, bending down to pick her up and spin her around.

“Jiji,” he cheers, “Already so big?” His eyes find you and you offer a small wave. “And who’s this? Seonghwa, you found a girl?”

Mr Park’s jaw drops and your eyes widen as you rush to contradict. “Oh, no, no, I’m just the babysitter. Mr Park has kindly invited me for dinner.”

Wooyoung chuckles at the look on both your faces. “Don’t worry, I just like to pull on Seonghwa’s leg. You’re a little young for him too.”

You offer a smile. “Yeah, and the forties are a little out of my age range as well,” you try to joke, but to your surprise, Wooyoung breaks out cackling, startling Jihee who starts laughing with him confusedly. Mr Park’s shocked face has somehow become even more intense.

“You think I’m how old?” Wooyoung has reigned in his laughter although a smile still pulls at his lips. “I’m only thirty-four!”

A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you start bowing rapidly again in apology. “I’m so sorry! You look your age, I just assumed you had to be older.”

Mr Park sighs, although an amused smile now graces his face. “It’s okay, I can understand it. I’ll just be giving you a hard time from now on.” He punctuates with a wink and your eyes snap down to Jihee in embarrassment.

“Let’s get on with dinner so I can go home and just melt in embarrassment, okay?” you groan and the two older men laugh. Jihee seems to agree with your sentiment, declaring her hunger grumpily and you laugh and pick her up. “See, even Jihee’s on my side. Let’s eat now.”

Mr Park hums, stepping aside. “All right, I see I’m outnumbered now. I hope you don’t mind how casual this dinner is, but I promise the food is worth it. Wooyoung’s the better cook, but he’s taught me a few tricks.”

You shrug. “Any food is good food to me. At home, I have instant ramen and fried rice so it’s a nice change.”

Out of disapproval, Mr Park shakes his head although the smile does not leave his face. “I do not miss my college diet. Please, take a seat.” He motions to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for you to seat yourself, sitting beside you as Wooyoung and Jihee join the other side of the table.

“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N),” Wooyoung hums, leaning on the table by his elbows. “You’re in college?”

You shake your head. “I graduated a year and a half ago, I’m twenty-four now, but it feels like just yesterday I was taking my finals,” you chuckle. “What was your major, Mr Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung smiled, “Please, call me Wooyoung. Mr Wooyoung just sounds weird. But to answer your question, my major was culinary, of course. Before I taught Hwa how to cook, he was hopeless. I think I was feeding him and Jihee primarily other than his sandwiches and canned soup.” He sighs, leaning back and smirking at Mr Park whose ears are red.

“Hey, Youngah, I paid you for your work. Don’t make me seem incompetent,” Mr Park snorts, leaning over to smack the back of his neck. “Wooyoung may be eight years younger than me but he certainly acts like he’s five.”

You laugh at the banter. “Me and my siblings were the same way. We’d always fight but in the end, we care for each other. It’s sweet to see you guys act the same.” You smile, taking a bite of your stew. “Thank you for letting me sit in on your family dinner.”

Mr Park shakes his head. “Of course. Can’t let you walk on your own at night, you know. I’d be happy to give you a ride home from now on.”

“Ah, no, I can’t make you do that,” you try and decline again but Seonghwa is having none of that.

“It’s not a matter of making me, I offered. I can’t let my babysitter just stand around in the dark. Let me do this for you. Jihee cares for you, she wouldn’t want to make you get hurt.”

You frown, pursing your lips. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you concede. “Thank you once again.”

Mr Park shakes his head, his hand moving up to ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand rests atop your head a moment longer before he remembers who he is in relation to you. “Ah, sorry. Habit from Jihee.”

The heartfelt moment is cut loose by everyone amused at Mr Park’s habit. Jihee immediately takes the initiative to start rambling about stickers, engrossing everyone in the conversation, Wooyoung being particularly vocal. The dinner is finished with no other events, and you offer to help clean up, ignoring Mr Park when he tries to protest.

“Thank you for helping out,” he tries to thank you but you wave your hand dismissively.

“You fed me and are driving me home. It’s the least I could do. Shall we head out though? I don’t want you to have to leave Jihee for too long.”

Mr Park nods, grabbing his keys and jangling them as he opens the door to the garage. You do your best to not show your surprise at the sight of his fancy car. Of course, you knew he was well off, but you never imagined you’d actually be sitting in his car. He even opens the door for you, letting you slide into the passenger seat.

You hold yourself stiffly, but Mr Park looks over and just laughs at you. “Relax, I’m not going to bite you. Just let me know where to go and we’ll be set. Want a piece of gum?”

He holds out a pack of gum and you gladly take the piece, happy for the distraction. Most of the car ride is silent, except for you telling him occasionally where to go. But as he pulls up to your street, he slows to a crawl.

“You know, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around.me. Sure, I’m your employer, but I’m also a dad. I got the dad instinct, you know?” Your lips twitch at his attempt to be comforting. “Really, though. Don’t hold yourself so tight around me. I don’t mind doing this for you.”

You turn your eyes down. “Thank you. I’ll try, it’s just a little weird for me if you understand. But I do appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you smile at Mr Park. “I hope you have a good night.”

As you go to your apartment building, Mr Park leans out of his car and calls after you. “You can call me Seonghwa, (Y/N). Mr Park makes me feel old.”

You laugh at his admission. “We’ll see, grandpa!” You can’t help but tease him before running into your home, leaving an amused Seonghwa outside.

-

These days you and Seonghwa have become a lot more friendly. He’s taken to driving you home despite your protests and during the car rides, some interesting conversations have happened. For example, you learnt that he built his company from the ground and yet is respected in many old money circles.

Okay, maybe you didn’t learn that from a conversation, and instead just searched on the internet. But what can you say? You’re curious about the man who happens to be your charge’s father and the man who happens to be very very handsome.

Maybe you have a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but you couldn’t blame yourself. There was something about him. It is the aura he holds himself with, the kindness in his smile when he arrives home, and it helps that he is hot. Every so often, you can’t help but find yourself glancing at his pretty hands, or his well-toned arms, and you have to look away before heat spreads up to your ears.

You’re down bad, and it’s not getting any better. Every time you see Seonghwa, you want to jump him but it would be inappropriate. Not only is he your employer, but he’s also a decade older than you. There’s no way he would be interested in you, he probably sees you just as some kid.

With a sigh, you look down at your sketchbook. Today was supposed to be a fun day. Both Jihee and Seonghwa were off today, so you were spending the day with her as Seonghwa was still called into the office to put in some extra hours. But then the toddler fell sick and you were tasked with taking care of her.

At least it was a fairly easy job—Jihee slept most of the day and you were free to work on some of your more personal projects. Although your passion lies in children, you do enjoy drawing and even took a couple of classes in college. As you lay on the couch sketching, you get so lost in your mind you don’t even register the door opening and the footsteps coming towards you.

“Is that me?”

A shriek rips its way out of your throat as you do your best to whirl around and hold your drawings to your chest, but your legs get caught in the blanket and you instead fall half off the couch to the ground. Your chin props your head up on the ground but your legs are still tangled on the couch, your arms twisted into the blanket, the sketchbook an arm’s reach away.

“Hi, Mr– Seonghwa. How was work today?” you mumble half into the carpet, too embarrassed to look up. “Jihee’s taking a nap in her room.”

After a moment of silence, Seonghwa laughs, although it’s a little pained. “Uh. Do you need help up?”

You groan, pulling one of your arms out from your cocoon prison. “That would be great, thanks. Sorry.”

One of his cool hands gently takes your elbow as another comes to rest on your back. It’s at the moment you realise your shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but tense at the touch, hoping the embarrassment doesn’t show on your face. “Jihee’s taking a nap?”

You’re grateful he chose to brush over the incident. “Yeah– yeah. She’s not much better, but she’s not much worse. It’s just a simple cold, so she needs to sleep it off.” You chose to ignore the hand lingering on the small of your back, instead scooching back on your butt to distance yourself just a little bit. He’s your employer, there’s no way you can give in to your feelings.

But the couch seems to be against your plans, as when you try to pull the blankets off your feet you tumble into Seonghwa’s legs, knocking him down as you land on his firm chest. Your face is mere centimetres away from his and you freeze. “I–” you stammer out, Seonghwa equally as awkward.

“Sorry–” He tries to sit up, but it just results in the blankets twisting tighter and pulling you two even closer together. You swear if you could hold your breath, you could feel and hear his heart beating. “Ah, shit.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at his profanity, not something you’ve ever expected to hear from him. “Welcome back, Seonghwa.”

Seognhwa’s eyes widen, his blush deepens, and his head snaps away from you. Your brows furrow at the change in his features and you can’t help but wonder if it’s from the proximity, or if it’s the proximity to you specifically. “Ah. Let’s get out of this, shall we?” he coughs. He carefully detangles himself from the pile and holds out a hand to you.

You grasp it, noting his firm grip and letting him pull you up. “Thanks.”

“I’ll drive you back to your apartment first since Jihee’s asleep right now. It won’t take long.” While Seonghwa’s voice remains warm, his eyes move away from you.

Suddenly a guilty feeling pools in your stomach and you turn away as well, bending to pick up your sketchbook silently. “Of course.” The disappointment fills your head as you internally admonish yourself for even trying to entertain your fantasies of the older man.

But, to your surprise, a warm hand pats you on your shoulder. “You are good at art, (Y/N). You should continue to pursue and practice it, even as just a hobby.” His words make you look up into his eyes and you see a sparkle behind them. “You’re a talented person, and you should take advantage of it.”

“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you smile at him again. “Once again, I appreciate the kindness you offer me.”

Seonghwa chuckles, spinning the car keys as you’ve quickly found out is his habit. “(Y/N), thank you for putting up with such an old man who can offer you nothing but kindness.”

You snort. “You’re not even that old, you geezer.” In retaliation, Seonghwa leans over and pokes you in the forehead.

“Oh, hush and let me take you home.”

-

It’s been almost six months since that day and your feelings have only intensified. But this time, you swear perhaps he may be returning your feelings too. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a gentle smile, and his hand on your shoulder lingers a little longer than you think. But then he talks to an employee on the phone and you remember how accomplished he is. Even if he wasn’t much older than you, there’s no way you would fit into his lifestyle.

And, like any self-respecting person would do, you start to avoid him. What else are you going to do? Tell him? You’d be crazy to even entertain the thought. There’s no way he would even take you seriously.

These days you’ve just been going to work, and heading straight home. Seonghwa barely has time to catch you, and you’ve been plotting with Jihee to keep him away. She doesn’t quite understand why, but it’s fun to her so she’s happy to. You’re pretty sure half your wallet has gone to sticker sheets. But no matter how many stickers you’ve bought, it doesn’t help Seonghwa from figuring out something is amiss.

It’s your one day off and you’re spending it at home, lounging around and just watching movies while you sulk about your tangled feelings. Watching all these romantic movies doesn’t help at all and you groan. There’s no way you’re going to act like a lonely teenager, you declare to yourself. You’ll go to a club! Maybe meet someone closer to your age and you won’t feel like a wet sock anymore.

That’s it, you’ve convinced yourself. You’ll give yourself a night out. Suddenly inspired, you throw off the blankets covering you and start donning your nicest clothes. There’s a club you used to frequent in your college days, and you haven’t been back since you got the new job. It’d be nice to let loose again.

As the nighttime approaches, you’re almost all ready to go. You have your outfit and your makeup, and all you need is your shoes. Once you pick out your favourite pair of heels (comfy and not too high), you make your way down. You can feel the excitement pounding out of your chest and you can’t wait to get the night started.

As you enter the club, your body immediately relaxes as you take in the atmosphere. It’s been so long, you’re just excited to have fun. Get drunk, find a nice guy, and forget your problems. You down drink after drink, hyping yourself up, but as late night comes, nothing happens. With a sigh, you plunk down your last drink, feeling the buzz of the alcohol burn in your veins.

Nothing will happen tonight, and you just have to come to terms with it. You place down a couple of bills to pay off your tab, tip, and stumble out of the bar. You’re plastered. You can hardly walk in a straight line and you lean against the cool brick for a minute, letting the sensation sober you up a bit as you do your best to call up a taxi.

But before you can do so, a hand creeps onto your bare waist and your head snaps up to see a man, no younger than fifty, leering at you. “Uh, hi?” you slur out, your hands fiddling with your phone as you try and discreetly move to the phone app. You may be plastered, but you’re not a fool and you know what could happen in this situation.

Unfortunately, the old man seems to know what you’re trying and he grabs one of your wrists. “Now, pretty lady, take a break there. Why don’t you come hang out with me for a bit?” His words are greasy and slimy, and you almost gag at the idea of what he’s insinuating. At least Seonghwa isn’t triple your age…and he’s hot.

“Ah, no thanks,” you manage to push past him, pressing your most recent contact and holding the phone to your ear. “I’m a little uh…” You’re cut off when whoever you call starts speaking.

“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me? It’s nine.” Seonghwa’s voice crackles through the receiver. “Are you okay?”

“Ah, shit,” you groan, stumbling to your side and colliding with the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I’m just out and–”

Once again, the old man approaches you and pulls you back by the waist. “Come on, pretty. Get off the phone and pay attention to me.”

You shake your head and pull away again, moving even more down the street. “No, no, I’m not– just leave me alone. I want to go home,” you say, shaking your head, still holding the phone to your face. “Just…I wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” You can hear the worry in Seonghwa’s voice rise and a faint jingling of keys. “I’m going to get you. Wooyoung’s here so he can watch Jihee. Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m at the club Desire. Or near it. I don’t know.” Your head is muddled and no matter where you look, the street signs are blurring and the old man is still trying to get your attention. “I just want to go home,” you repeat, tears springing to your eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

The old man growls at your tone, grabbing at you again. “Don’t be stupid, child. You can come home with me and I’ll teach you how to be proper for a man like you.” His breath reeks of alcohol and bad breath and you instinctively slap him across the face. Surprised, he jerks back, and you take a couple of shaky steps back again.

“Leave me be! I don’t want you near me.”

The old man’s eyes narrow at you and he takes one menacing step forward, his hand raising to strike you but you bring up your arms to block the slap, whimpering in pain when the hit lands and your phone clatters out of your hand. “You insolent child!” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hope Seonghwa gets there soon.

-

Seonghwa has never driven so fast in his life. He’s racing through the lights and he counts his lucky stars that they’re all green and that the police aren’t around right now. He can hear arguing coming from his phone and he’s calm enough knowing you’re at least still on the phone. But then he hears a noise and what he assumes to be your phone falling on the ground. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Please, please be okay, (Y/N).”

Stepping on the gas, he roars around the corner to the club you mentioned, praying you’re still there. As he gets out, he’s looking around but can’t seem to find you. “(Y/N)?” he calls out. “Where are you?”

He races down the street to find you pinned against the wall, your hands attempting to push an old geezer away and he sees red. He marches right up, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your shaking figure. “Fuck off,” he growls in his face, delighting in the fear that moves across his face. “Don’t let me catch you near this place again. Now fuck off!”

He practically throws the old man to his knees before turning and cupping your face. “Seonghwa,” you practically sob. He can still see the drunken haze in your eyes but it’s almost completely cleared up now and his brow furrows even more.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulls you along and you do your best to keep up with him in your inebriated state. “I can’t believe you would do this! Have you no sense of security? Why didn’t you get anyone to come with you? Why would you call a taxi outside of the establishment?”

He still opens the car door for you and you slide immediately in, eyes staring wide at the pristine dashboard. He slides in and puts the car in the ignition before sitting back and groaning in frustration. “I hope you’re ready to talk as soon as we get inside,” he gripes. “I still am so shocked, (Y/N). You act so mature about Jihee, but what happened then? You could’ve been hurt…no, you were hurt!”

He continues his rant driving up to your street, ushering you into the elevator and into your place. “Do you know how my heart dropped when I saw you struggling? I don’t want to see you hurt. You need to take care of yourself.”

As he yells at you, his eyes rake over you to see if you’re injured any further, but something else stops him and the words die in his throat. You’re wearing a sheer shirt, your lacy bra underneath just showing off your chest. Your leather skirt has ridden up your thighs and your eyes fill with unshed tears. And something burns in his brain.

It’s been months since he hired you, and with each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to you. He berated himself every time these unwanted thoughts popped into his head. Sure, you’re sweet, good with kids, and are passionate about what you care about. But you’re also so young. You can do so much better than him, a single father with no prospects.

But seeing you like this, heat sparks in his gut and he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. “When you wear things like that, it makes me want to rip them off you and do things even that creep couldn’t even imagine,” his low voice pierces through your thoughts and your mouth gapes open.

“I’m okay with that,” you whisper, hand reaching out to brush against his chest, but Seonghwa blinks as he realises what he just tried to do, and he jerks back. Your eyes flash with hurt and Seonghwa would like to hit himself for doing that to you but he can’t let you come onto him when you’re still drunk.

“I– I’m sorry,” you whisper, your hands reaching behind you to steady yourself on the wall. “I just felt so lonely. I wanted to be wanted.” 

Seonghwa’s breath stutters as he stares down into your wavering eyes. “I–” He wants you so bad. But he can’t bring himself to say it. Not when you’re drunk. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”

He turns away and hears your disappointed sigh alongside your footsteps trudging to your bedroom. With a groan, he sits on the couch with his head in his hands. He wants to reassure you, but he can’t help but feel guilty about it. But he’s still straining in his pants and after locating your bathroom, he sits on the shower bench, leaning against the cool tile and breathing in and out. With a groan, he unzips his pants and pulls out his half-hard cock. The feeling of regret rises but he pushes it down to his gut as he spits in his hand and presses his thumb against the head of his dick.

As he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it, he can’t help but close his eyes and imagine you. You with your mouth wrapped around his cock, with your hands gripping his thighs. You seated on his throbbing member, grinding your hips against him as you lean down to kiss him. He can feel his dick jump and he wonders what it’ll feel like to fill you with his cum.

He lets out a broken moan as his grip turns tighter. His image of you would scratch your nails down his back. He can almost hear your little whines and breathy moans as your hips work over him. You’d lean in and whisper into his mouth, “Seonghwa, fuck me hard,” and—

Seonghwa sighs as he looks down at his cum-coated hand and the mix of shame and relief swirling around his brain. Maybe he should just go to sleep on the couch and hope he doesn’t dream of you. As he washes his hand and goes to lie down, he can already feel a stress headache coming on. He hopes you’ll at least fare better in the morning.

-

When you awaken, you have a throbbing pain in your head and you groan and roll out of bed. You’ve taken your club shirt off as well as your skirt, but your bra and underpants are still on. You’re sure your makeup is smudged too and you have no clue how you got home but all you want is some coffee and oatmeal.

You trudge to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes from sleep. There’s a blanket fallen on the floor so you toss it onto the couch and head straight into the kitchen to start your coffee maker. As you lean against the counter and yawn.

“(Y/N), are you feeling better?”

A voice calls out from behind you and you shriek, whirling around to see a sleepy Seonghwa, blanket wrapped around him and his hair a mess. You shriek again, realising how little you’re clothed and duck behind the counter, your cheeks flaming and your heart beating faster than you ever thought it could.

“What are you doing here?” you force out, your voice tight.

“Do…do you not remember last night at all?” You do remember most of what happened. He took you home, but that’s about as far as you remember. And you’re not sure you want to know the rest of it. But you’re far too embarrassed to admit, so you put your acting skills to use. You’re not sure you can handle the shame of a real conversation.

“What?” you ask, forcing your voice to pitch higher as you slowly stand back up, hands covering your chest. “I didn’t– Oh my God, I’m so sorry if I came onto you. I was drunk, I must’ve been out of my mind. Please accept my deepest apologies.”

You notice Seonghwa’s eyes trail down to your chest and then snap back up to your face as if he’s forcing himself to and he chokes out a breath. Despite the headache, your mouth twitches. Maybe you’re still a little out of it. “No, nothing like that. I fetched you from the club because you called me to save you from a creep. Then I took you home and we slept.”

You sigh. “I’m glad. I do apologise for whatever my behaviour was. It was out of line and it won’t happen again. I understand if you want to let me go–”

“No!” Seonghwa’s outburst surprises you and your eyes widen. The lack of clothes you’re wearing has been long forgotten and you move around the counter to stand in front of him. Seonghwa has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the volume of his voice. “Sorry. I just…it’s like you’re a part of our family already. I care for you just as much as I care for Jihee.”

Ah. He thinks of you like a child. Your suspicions were right. You turn slightly to face away from him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “I see. Well, I appreciate that. It’s nice to have a second family,” you chuckle, internally beating yourself up. How could you even entertain the thought of the two of you being together? “Let me change, and I’ll walk you out.”

As you return to your room, you finally let your heart sink as tears brim in your eyes. You hastily wipe them away as you rummage in the pile of clothes on your bed for something fairly appropriate to wear. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of Seonghwa, and then your crush is unfounded. You can’t seem to catch a break.

With a sigh, you pull on some shorts and a large shirt before heading back out. “Hey, (Y/N), could we talk first?” Seonghwa asks, still standing in between the kitchen and the living room as his eyes flit around nervously.

After some hesitation, you finally find your voice. “Sure? What’s up? You can sit on the couch if you want.”

Seonghwa takes a seat, hiking up his sweatpants and you move to the floor across the little coffee table. “Last night…you told me something.” Oh no. This is it. You bite your lower lip and look down, awaiting his next words. “Uh. So. You think you came onto me, right? Well. It was. Uh. It may have been me.”

You blink at him foolishly as your brain tries to wrap itself around your head. “You what?”

Seonghwa raises his hands and lowers his head ashamedly. “Let me explain, please. I saw you outside with that horrid excuse of a human and something in me snapped. I just wanted to protect you and I brought you home. But seeing you in that outfit? It just made me want you. And I told you. And you reciprocated. At least, you tried to.” He chuckles a little to himself, bringing up his hand to grip at his hair. “I told you we would talk in the morning. But one thing you said stuck with me. You wanted to be wanted. And all night I’ve been thinking about it. (Y/N), you were drunk. But you weren’t that drunk. Something you said had truth to it. Please. For my own sanity, tell me how you feel about me. Please.”

His voice cracks at the last syllable and something in your heart hurts at the sound. “Seonghwa I…I do care for you. More than I should. You’ve shown me unbendable compassion and you’ve never taken my words or myself for granted…or treated me like a child. Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.” You sigh, tightening your fists. “I’ve been hating myself for the better part of six months because of it. You were so much better than me. In job, in maturity. What was I supposed to do? I went to the club to forget you, but it appears that didn’t work.”

Seonghwa stands quickly, shuffling over to kneel in front of you. “How could you think such a thing? Me better than you? Don’t make me laugh. I may be older than you, and yes, I have a better-paying job. But in the end, how could you compare? You’re amazing with Jihee. You’ve managed to teach her in ways I could hardly hope to imagine. And just because I have a higher wage doesn’t mean your job is less important. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like you were already part of the family.”

“You told me you thought of me like Jihee,” you argue, and Seonghwa laughs, leaning forward to take your hands.

“I said I care for you as much as I care for Jihee. Not in the same way, (Y/N).” Seonghwa smiles kindly. “I know if this does happen we’ll need to put a lot of care into this, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to be with you.”

You’re not sure whether this is a dream or not, staring up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You’d be a fool if you said no, but the worries in your head won’t seem to cease. Taking a deep breath, you push them aside and smile up at him. “I’ll have you, Seonghwa.”

As soon as the words fall out of your mouth you can see Seonghwa’s eyes crinkle as he smiles and leans in, his nose almost touching yours. “May I kiss you?” he murmurs in his deep voice, and instead of gracing him with a reply, you meet him in a soft kiss.

His large hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and his thumbs brush against your cheekbones. “You’re so pretty,” he hums, pressing a multitude of pecks to your lips. “Last night I was so conflicted. Seeing you like that made me almost go insane.”

An idea sparks in your brain, and a smile widens on your face. Your fingers crawl up his shoulders to rest your arms on them. “How insane?” you ask, and Seonghwa’s eyes darken.

“I’ll show you,” he grows before capturing your lips with his once again. This time his arms shift to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re practically pressed against his body. You squeak at the sudden movement but it’s swallowed by the kiss.

He pulls you onto his lap and you can feel the growing hardness in his slacks. You wriggle your hips a little, grinding down, and the moan that Seonghwa lets out is heaven to your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so pretty,” he repeats, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You whine at the pain blooming into pleasure and your hands fist into his hair. Your precious sounds get to Seonghwa and he groans, moving your legs to wrap around his waist and he hoists you up and brings you over to the couch. “Your noises are so pretty, baby,” Seonghwa groans into your mouth. “Can’t wait to hear them when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

“Please–” is all you can muster out and your whines only serve to make Seonghwa’s cock harder in his pants.

With a groan, he pats your ass, motioning for you to move up. As soon as your hips lift, he grabs the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your knees, leaving your underwear and shirt on. In the same motion, he shoves his slacks and boxers down just far enough to let his cock spring free.

“Seonghwa–”  you whine and something in Seonghwa’s stomach burns at the idea of you crying on his throbbing dick. He sits back, guiding you to sit right above his cock as he moves it to rub against your soaked underwear. Every time the angry-red tip of it brushes against your clit you let out breathy moans and it only serves to make Seonghwa impossibly harder.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Seonghwa breathes, his free hand coming up to brush against your face. A smile blooms on your face as you bend to kiss him again.

“Then don’t.”

Something flips in Seonghwa’s brain and he lifts you, pushes your underwear to the side, and lets his cock press into you slowly. The both of you throw your head back and groan loudly at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. He’s not the biggest you’ve had but that doesn’t matter as the sting of the stretch is enough to make you drool. You can hardly speak as you whine nonsense into his ear and let your head drop to the crook of his neck.

“You fit around me so well,” Seonghwa praises, his head spinning at the feeling of finally fucking you the way he dreamed of. It was only yesterday he was fucking into his hand at the thought of you and here he is, only a few hours later, his painfully hard member inside of you. “Look at you, a mess for me. Bet you’ve never been with an older man before. Do I make you feel good, baby?”

You clench at his words. “Fuck, yes, the best I’ve had,” you babble, squirming at the already overwhelming feeling. “You’re so good to me.”

Seonghwa laughs delightedly at how gone you seem to be not five minutes in. “So precious, especially for me, (Y/N). Sitting on my dick so prettily.” He gives a little experimental thrust upwards and you gasp. The noises you make are so addictive, he can’t help but do it again. And again.

You’re panting, moaning as he fills you up so deliciously and your hands grip at his now-wrinkled dress shirt. His cool hands slide up your baggy shirt to shove up your bra and cup your boobs. The weight of them sitting in his hands makes him groan as he leans in to mouth at them through your shirt.

“Been dreaming about these tits since last night. Jerked off in the bathroom after seeing you, you know?” Your eyes widen at the admission and Seonghwa smirks at how embarrassed you look. “Wanted you so bad and you thought I wouldn’t like you in that way? You’re so cute, (Y/N).” He punctuates each word with one thrust after another.

The feeling of his dick pumping into you as well as Seonghwa’s teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your tits makes you so overwhelmed. It’s almost embarrassing how close you are already, and Seonghwa knows it, chucking up at you from between your chest. “Aw, baby, you’re so far gone. Am I that good?”

You cry out and sink your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. You’re trying so hard to keep your noises down but Seonghwa isn’t having any of that. His hand finds its way to your hair, gently tugging on it until your head falls back, exposing the column of your neck.

As his warm breath ghosts over it, you stiffen, and when he moves up from your chest to lick a stripe up it and nip at your earlobe, you come with a groan. Your hips are shaking from the intensity of it but his thrusts don’t stop and soon you’re whining from the overstimulation.

And he still hasn’t come.

“Fuck, Seonghwa, it’s so much,” you groan, mouth hanging open. Seonghwa greedily swoops in to capture your lips once more, licking into your mouth as his thrusts become more and more erratic.

His dick twitches and he groans. “Where do you want me? I’m clean,” Seonghwa mumbles into your mouth.

You shift your hips a little. “I’m clean too and on the pill, so it’s on you. I don’t care, I just want you, Hwa.”

Your words spark something in Seonghwa and he thrusts upwards, once, and his cum starts filling you. It’s searingly hot, settling deep in your gut and you throw your head back and moan so goddamn loud. His throbbing cock is twitching like crazy and it’s still pumping cum into you. Seonghwa’s hand slides down your body to tweak at your nipples, thumb over your flesh, and finally come to rub little circles into your clit.

You gasp and it feels like you’re touching heaven from the extra stimulation. “Gonna fill you up so well,” Seonghwa groans. “Do you think Jihee would like a sibling?” 

Your thoughts all blur together at his sentence and you come again with a groan. Your cunt squeezes around him so deliciously and a sob breaks its way out of your throat, one that Seonghwa eagerly swallows as he kisses you again.

His thrusts start to slow down and you slowly pull off his now-softening dick and settle back down on his lap. His hands push his leaking cum back into your pulsating pussy and you sigh at the feeling.

“Well, that was quite the escalation,” Seonghwa laughs quietly as he pulls both your and his pants back up and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. His hand pats your butt and you squirm and slap his chest softly.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Seonghwa hums, capturing your lips in his yet again. He can’t get enough of your plush lips and you’re not complaining at all.

“I’m lucky to have you, period,” he sighs happily. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

You smile and sit up, ignoring the whines that come out of Seonghwa’s mouth at the lack of contact. “Well, I couldn’t let you be a lonely old man,” you tease and Seonghwa smacks your ass again.

“Can old man do what I just did?” You’re suddenly lying on your back with Seonghwa hovering over you, a crooked smile growing on his face. “Or do you need another demonstration?”

You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I don’t know, sir, maybe you should show me once more.”

With a nip to your lips, Seonghwa leans in and your eyes crinkle at the promise of what’s to come.

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Hiiiiii!!!! I love Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine!! Can I get Jamie Tartt to apple pie?

apple pie | jamie tartt

based on the song apple pie by lizzy mcalpine

description: jamie gets insecure sometimes, but having you with him helps.

pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (f!reader she/her)

warnings: lots of kissing, self-doubt, insecurities, mention of jamie's dad

word count: 2631

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When Jamie first got into a relationship with you, he knew that both of your busy schedules would pose a problem down the road. With his football career seemingly reaching new peaks every season and your acting career taking off after being cast in what is being called “the film that revived the dying genre of romantic comedies,” the amount of time you get to spend with each other decreased significantly since the start of your relationship. 

You first met Jamie halfway through his returning season at AFC Richmond. You met him at a birthday dinner party for a friend of a friend where you relentlessly teased him for his ridiculous, but outstanding performance, on Lust Conquers All. You had originally praised him for it when you were fully under the impression that he was putting on an act. You didn’t find out that he was just being his prick-ish self, albeit his younger prick-ish self, until about four months into your relationship when he embarrassedly admitted it to you. That’s how you found yourself rewatching the entire season together on his couch until 2 hours before Roy knocked on his door for his training session. 

At first, Jamie thought you were making fun of him. His insecurities would still peek in here and there and sometimes he couldn’t help but worry that you’d see him as nothing more than a dumb footballer like everyone else does. He quickly realized, though, that while you were losing your mind laughing at how he acted in the show, making fun of him was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“Why’d ya wanna watch this shit anyways?” he grumbled, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. “It’s just poopy. ‘M not even like that anymore.” 

“I know,” you sat up, pausing the show when you heard his voice crack. You knew the tone of Jamie’s voice when he was cracking jokes and when he was happy, and this voice wasn’t one or the other. You turned your body to face him, “I know you aren’t like this anymore, I just thought it would be funny.” 

“I dunno, I suppose it doesn’t make much sense to me.” 

“What doesn’t?” you questioned. “Why I want to watch it?” 

“Yeah,” Jamie replied. His eyes were looking at everything but at you. He was playing with the threads of the blanket loosely draped over his legs. He rubbed his nose with his balled-up fist. “Why does it matter how I was before you? I’m better now, yeah? Unless you don’t think so...” 

“Oh, love,” you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. You were so engrossed in the episode on the TV that you didn’t realize how uncomfortable Jamie was feeling about the whole situation. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention to how you were feeling about this. We can stop watching it.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He hummed, tugging on your hoodie to pull you closer to him. “I just don’t want you to see how I used to be and realize you don’t want to be with a prick like that, even if I have changed, you know? I don’t know… I just thought that with ya, I’d have a fresh start.” 

“Jamie Tartt, enough of that now,” You took over being the big spoon, which made Jamie nuzzle into your neck contently, “You have changed. You’re an amazing man and the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. I only wanted to watch this show because it’s such a shitty show that it’s nice to just unwind. When I watch this Jamie on the screen, my brain can’t even comprehend that it’s you.” 

“You don’t think I’m a prick anymore, yeah?” Jamie asked again, hoping that he’d get a confirmation, “Like you wouldn’t leave me over that?”

You’ve learned over the past few months things about Jamie– one of which is that he needs to be told positive things or else he’d spiral. The thing is, if you could go into his mind and turn off that control box that spews self-doubt and insecurities to him, you would do it in a heartbeat. But since you can’t, you were more than happy to shower him with love and adoration in hopes that your voice can drown the rest of them out. 

“Never,” you placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. “You’d have to work a hell of a lot harder to get rid of me.” 

“I’m working double overtime just so you’d keep me, love,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. His hand reached for the remote to turn the TV off to leave you both in the glow of the floor lamp in his living room. 

“You don’t have to work hard for that.” 

Jamie had gotten used to having you around his flat. He would leave for 4 AM training with Roy with you on his bed, often naked, then return at around 6:30 AM to shower and join you back in bed for another hour before you woke up. He’d wake up for the second time that day with you drawing patterns on his chest and a soft smile on your face. He’d lean over and place a loving kiss on your lips and he’d feel prepared to start the day. 

You were filming a show in London for three months, which meant that for three months, this was Jamie’s life. In between projects, you stayed at his place. For two weeks after the wrap party, you came home to him, visited him at the facility, and went to all the team outings, home games, and away games with him. He was with you 24/7 and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t realize how he took it for granted until filming ended.

Three weeks ago, you flew to New York City to begin filming another movie. With training and games, Jamie hasn’t been able to take time off to visit you, and with filming just starting, you couldn’t fly back to Richmond either. 

Jamie was doing fine– as fine as someone can be when their daily routine was abruptly disrupted. He was proud of you. The premise of the movie seemed perfect for you and was a seamless continuation of the romantic comedy trend you were on. People were buzzing for your next project, especially after your last one was so well received. He was so proud of you…. But he also missed you. 

During the three weeks that you were gone, you and Jamie still texted each other constantly and FaceTimed everyday, despite the crazy time difference. He wanted to make it work, and so did you, so you did what you could to stay in touch. While not being able to hold you and kiss you for three weeks was killing Jamie, he was glad he was still able to spend time with you. Things didn’t get to Jamie until Jan Maas made an off-handed comment about it.

All of them were packing up after training, feeling extremely antsy with the Man City match on the horizon, Jamie especially. There were a lot of things on his mind, including the possibility of seeing his father, who he hadn’t seen since Wembley, and playing against his old team was always a trip. In short, he wasn’t feeling his best and the fact that you weren’t nearby made it worse. 

“Jamie, we have not seen Y/N in a while,” Sam noted, “Is everything okay with you two?” 

“She’s filming a movie in New York, bruv,” Isaac replied before Jamie could speak, “Right, Tartt?” 

Jamie nodded, putting his shirt over his head, “Yeah. She’ll be gone for a few months, at least.” 

“I do not know how you’re gonna survive, Jamie,” Jan Maas said. “You are so clingy when it comes to her. I don’t think you can make it all those months.” 

The rest of the team chuckled at Jan’s teasing tone, but Jamie furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Was he clingy? He frowned as he continued to put his things away. He picked up his phone from his cubby, smiling when he received a few messages from you while he was at training. As he was about to respond, Jan’s comment made him stop in his tracks. 

Maybe it would be best to let you have a night to yourself. You had a life outside of him and you deserve to be able to live it without having him cling to you all the time. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, slipping his phone in his back pocket, before walking out of the locker room to head to his place. 

When you woke up to no text from Jamie, you assumed that he was just worn out from training and didn’t have the energy to reply. You’ve seen the intense training he went through, so you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. But as the day went on and there was still no word from Jamie– you’d even checked the timezone clock on your phone to make sure you weren’t being unreasonable– you began to worry. FaceTime calls went unanswered and instead, you were met with the Apple automated response, “Sorry, can’t talk right now.” 

To: lover boy <3

“Hi, love. Got some exciting news, you free to chat? Xx” 

By the time you were boarding the plane to Manchester, Jamie still hadn’t texted you back. After begging the producers to give you a week off filming, they finally agreed. You asked for this week in particular, knowing that you wanted to be there for Jamie for the Man City match. There was a lot on the line for Jamie and you wanted to be there for him no matter what happened. 

The entire plane ride back to England was filled with dread and anxiety. It wasn’t like Jamie to not respond. Unless he was at a game, training, or sleeping, but even then he had a special ringtone for you that wakes him up whenever you called, he always replied to your messages as soon as possible. When you landed, everything that could go wrong went wrong. Your plane was stuck on the tarmac for an hour because there were problems with the gate. Your luggage got delayed which left you sitting at baggage claim for another 45 minutes. When you finally arrived at the hotel the team was staying at– shoutout to Ted for being yours and Jamie’s number one supporter and telling you where they were staying– Jamie was nowhere to be found. 

You dragged your luggage to Jamie’s room, plopping on the bed tiredly. You glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. 9:28 PM. Ted mentioned that there was a 10 PM curfew so you hoped that tonight was not one of the nights where Jamie decided to break the rules. Ted also mentioned that Jamie has not been himself lately, which did nothing to soothe your panic. You hopped in the shower to rinse yourself from the long day you’ve had. You did your night routine and dug into Jamie’s bag to retrieve his AFC Richmond hoodie. Before putting it on, you held it up to your nose, sighing as your senses were filled with Jamie. You missed him. 

It was 9:57 PM when you heard the door unlock. You were on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on social media, when you saw him. You sat up, shutting your phone off. He walked in with his head low. His shoulders were hunched over a bit, but he looked okay. He looked better than how Ted described him. 

He kicked off his shoes, before looking at you on his bed, startled. His eyes widened, first in fear that there was someone in his room, then in surprise that it was you in his room. His lips curved down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed in sadness. 

“Baby,” you whispered, moving to the side of the bed to make room for him. 

Jamie knew that he needed to not be clingy. He didn’t want to bother you too much. He was trying to be cool. But when you called him “baby,” with that voice, in his hoodie on his bed, his resolve crumbled to pieces.

He ran to you, nearly tackling you off the bed when he engulfed you in his arms. He buried his face in your neck, a mix of your lotion and the cologne he sprays on his clothes surrounding him. You cradled the back of his head, mumbling how much you missed him into his shoulder. Jamie could cry. He hasn’t seen you in so long, but here you are now. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked when he finally pulled away from you. He couldn’t stray too far though. His arm was still wrapped around you while you cuddled into his side. “I thought you were in New York.” 

“Well, if you bothered to answer my texts,” you trailed off, faking a voice of sadness. You poked his side, “You would’ve seen that I had exciting news. The producers gave me a week off after begging them since I first got to New York and this week is perfect because I know tomorrow’s match is gonna be a lot for you. I wanted to be here for you, whatever the outcome is.” 

“Oh.” Jamie was speechless. Here he was ignoring you like a prick while you were planning to come back just to be here for him. He didn’t deserve you. 

“Yeah,” you continued, “If tomorrow we celebrate, I’ll be here making sure that you drink enough water so that your hangover the next day won’t be too much. If tomorrow we try to never think about it again, I’ll sit next to you on the bus in silence holding your hand and when we get home we can do the same thing.” 

Home. You were here and he felt like he was home. 

“I missed you so much,” Jamie sighed. He kissed you all over your face, giving your lips extra attention. “‘M sorry if I was bothering you by texting and calling so much over the last few weeks… I just missed you loads and I wanted to talk to you.” 

“Baby, you didn’t text and call me enough,” you played with his hair, running your fingers through the strands. “If it was possible, I would stay on a call with you all day, everyday. Can’t get enough of ya.” 

He smiled, his worries disappearing with every word you said, “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, I love you, Jamie Tartt.” You kissed him deeply. “Couldn’t get tired of you even after a million years. Now, catch me up! Tell me everything.” 

Jamie, feeling like himself again, began to tell you everything you missed over the last few weeks– meeting Sam’s father, meeting Ted’s mum, Roy and Keeley, and seeing his mum earlier that night, which is why he came home late. He talked about how a visit to Georgie and Simon helped lift his spirits, and how Georgie was gushing about you and asking him when you’ll come to visit again. 

Then he talked about his fears for tomorrow and everything that’s been piling up on him ever since you left. As he spoke, you rubbed his back comfortingly, a small reminder that you’ll always be here no matter what. 

Jamie knew that he still had a lot of work to do. He knew that his insecurities could get the best of him sometimes and it can cause him to push back on people who love and care about him, but he was trying. You believed in him and that’s all he needed.

#ted lasso fics #ted lasso #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso imagine #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt fanfic #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x yn #jamie tartt oneshot #frances writes #frances song fics

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 3/?

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Feeling sad and wanted some fluff, so I wrote it. Enjoy

Danny woke up with tears in his eyes. He missed his sisters and his friends. He even missed how his parents, the Fentons, used to love him before they found out he was half-ghost. Danny tried to control his sadness, not wanting to wake up his dad, but he couldn’t help himself.

(It was weird, having the memories of a teenager but the emotional capacity of a child. He knew he should be able to control his emotions better, but he couldn’t.)

Danny sat with his knees drawn up to his chest. Was Jazz okay? Why hadn’t she and Danni been behind him when he came through the portal into Gotham? Was she still alive, or was she injured in the Infinite Realms? Why had Danny been de-aged?

So many questions he couldn’t get answers to. He had no way to access the Infinite Realms.

Danny looked up as the door to his room opened. It was his daddy.

(The teenager in him cringed at the terms ‘daddy’ and ‘papa,’ but the five-year-old in him loved them.)

“Danny-lad, what’s wrong,” his daddy asked. “you’re sad.”

How daddy could still say he wasn’t like Danny, he would never understand. He could feel Danny’s emotions. That’s something only a parent ghost could do with their child!

“I’m sorry, papa, I miss Jazz and Ellie, that’s all.”

Papa frowned, “Don’t worry, chum, I’ll find a way to open the Infinite Realms with the schematics you gave me. Then we’ll look for your sisters.”

Danny let go of his knees and launched himself at his papa. He had no reason to take Danny in, but he did. Papa gave up everything he had ever known and left his haunt so he could take care of Danny.

Danny thought of the figures he had seen in the dark jumping from building to building. White, hot anger suddenly overtook him. How dare they abandon daddy? They don’t deserve him!

“Danny, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled. Daddy didn’t like it when Danny talked bad about his old family. Danny understood; he didn’t like anyone to talk shit about the Fentons, either. That doesn’t mean he didn’t hate them.

“Chum, it’s not their fault,” Of course, daddy knew precisely what Danny was thinking about.

Danny rubbed his eyes, “If—if they came here and wanted to take me away would you let them?”

“What? Of course not, baby. Why would you think that?”

“You miss them; if they told you to give me up to return to the family, would you?”

Danny’s heartbeat was almost at a normal person’s rate as he waited for his dad’s response. Daddy got him and held him close to his chest.

“I miss them sometimes so much it hurts. I’d rather they hate me for the rest of eternity than give you up, habibi.”

Daddy only called him ‘habibi’ when he wanted to reassure Danny.

“And if they asked for forgiveness, would you forgive them?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, baby. I hurt—”

“Yeah, yeah, you hurt them first,” he repeated his dad’s words flippantly, “but don’t you see? I feel the hurt they caused you. I can taste it. You hurt them, yes, but they started it. They did something big that caused you to lash out, daddy.”

Danny tasted the sudden fear that overtook his daddy. It was an instinctual, overwhelming fear. Primal. (He could remember big words but couldn’t remember to control his emotions. That’s bullshi—poopy.”

Danny put his hand on his papa’s cheek and hummed a toneless tune. He projected feelings of safety and love.

“I’m sorry, lad,” papa said a few minutes later, “I was supposed to comfort you, and you comforted me instead. I’m not a good father, am I?”

“You’re the best daddy I’ve ever had,” Danny argued vehemently, “don’t think differently.”

Daddy snorted, “Considering what your last dad did, I don’t think the bar is too high.”

Danny smiled and then yawned.

“It’s time for your bedtime, little boy.”

“I’m sixteen. I can choose my own bedtime.”

Daddy rolled his eyes, “Well until you look and act sixteen, you have a bedtime.”

Danny pouted and then smiled, “Stay with me, daddy.”

Daddy smiled and got as comfortable as he could in the little bed. Father and son slept peacefully that night.

Miles away, a worried sister hiked through the woods with a baby wrapped around her chest. She followed Danny’s ectosignature north.

“Don’t worry, baby brother, I’ll find you.”

She got out to a rest area, and Jasmine Fenton stole a car for the first time in her life.

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#mending a family #dc x dp #dp x dc

[harlowcomehome]

Diapers and Disney Channel.

A/N: Thank you @jackharloww for another amazing request.

It was a hectic morning in the Harlow household, Jade wasn’t feeling the best and Jack wasn’t home so you felt incredibly overwhelmed.

Hazel was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to put on her show. She usually did it herself but you had just recently got a new cable service and she didn’t know what channel her shows were on now.

“Mommy? Mom?” Hazel asked as you walked around the living room looking for the wipes. Her mouth full of waffles.

“One second Hazey, let me change your sisters diaper” you sighed, carrying Jade to her room. You tried to be quick because you worried about Hazel choking on her food while you were out of the room.

“Are you okay?” You yelled and Hazel quickly replied.

“Yes mommy! I’m done eating” she knew what you were worried about.

You were happy to hear that, now taking your time as you got Jades diaper changed.

Meanwhile, Hazel was growing impatient. She sighed getting up from the couch. She looked for your cell phone and eventually found it on the kitchen table.

“Call Jackman” she giggled as she spoke to your phone. She always felt silly calling her dad by his name but you both felt it was important for her to know your names in case of an emergency.

“Hey beautiful” Jack answered the phone and Hazel giggled immediately.

“Hi daddy! Can you switch to face?” She asked and Jack knew she meant FaceTime so he laughed and obliged.

“Where’s mommy?” He laughed as his eldest daughter held the camera practically up her nose.

“How do I put on Disney?” She sighed and she could hear both Urban and Nickie Jon laughing in the background. She walked back to the living room with her hand on her hip and the phone in the other hand.

“Where’s mommy?” Jack asked again.

“Mommy is with Jade. She made a poopy so I’m in here waiting” she sighed, clearly annoyed she had to explain herself.

You were making your way back to the living room when you heard Hazel talking to Jack on the phone. You stayed in the hallway to listen as you bounced Jade softly.

“Mommy made a poopy or Jade made a poopy?” Jack laughed, and so did Urban and Nickie at his use of the word “poopy.”

“Jadey!” Hazel giggled, “how do I put on my show?”

“You have to use the remote honey. Where is the remote?” Jack stifled a giggle, trying to shush the guys as they continued to laugh.

“I have the tv on already, I just don’t know what channel” she huffed and you entered the room.

Hazel was slightly embarrassed “ I called daddy” she giggled and gave you your phone. You bent down and grabbed the remote putting on her show for her.

“Sorry she called you, I know you’re busy” you laughed, balancing Jade on your hip. You took the phone with you as you walked to the kitchen. 

“It was the laugh we needed” Urban hollered in the background.

You sat Jade in her high-chair so you could talk to him without balancing her in your arms.

“Ignore him” Jack smiled, taking you in as he watched you in full fledge mom mode.

“What?” You smiled back at the phone as you realized he was staring.

“You’re absolutely beautiful” he replied and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I have pajamas on and I’m decorated with baby drool but I’ll take it” you smiled.

“So what’re you doing later?” Jacks brow lifted and he licked his lips, he was joking but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Get back to work and stop stalling” you giggled and he loved your honesty.

“You know me so well, I love you so much baby” he hummed.

“I love you too” you smiled and before you could say anything else Hazel wanted it to be clear she also loved Jack, shouting it from the couch.

“I love you too Hazey!” Jack replied and you faced the camera toward her so she could wave.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow blurb #Jack Harlow imagines #Jack Harlow concepts

[mellowsadistic]

I couldn’t stop myself from whining and wriggling about fussily in my crib. I knew it would just make me look even more babyish, but being in nappies was just so disgusting!

“You’ve been a very bad girl, little one,” Daddy scolded, looking down at me sternly.

I cried and whimpered. “Pwease Daddy!” I mumbled around my pacifier. “Pwease change my nappy! I don’t wanna go to bed poopy! I’m sowwy I was naughty! Pwease!”

“No, darling. You were a very, very naughty girl for trying to take your nappy off to use the potty. You do not use the potty anymore, do you understand me? You lost your big girl privileges permanently, and that means no more toilets. Ever. When you need to go pee-pee or poo-poo, you go in your pants like the silly little girl you are."

“But whyyyyy!” I wailed. “It’s so yucky, Daddy!”

He reached in and smacked me hard on the seat of my messy nappy, making it squish horribly against my bottom.

“Ewwwwww!” I whined.

“Being in stinky nappies is just something you’re going to have to get used to, sweetheart,” he said. “This is your life now. You agreed to let me diaper train you, and that’s the end of the matter. Besides, it’s too late. I’ve already made the announcement about your ‘incontinence’ on all your social media accounts.”

“You… WHAT?!” I demanded. My dummy fell from my open mouth. He’d talked about telling people I was incontinent as a cover for the fact that I’d be wearing nappies 24/7, but I thought it had just been a fantasy! Surely he hadn’t actually…

He took my phone out of his pocket and held it up to the bars of my crib to see. My Facebook was open on the screen.

Hi everyone! I have an announcement to make. It’s a bit embarrassing, but I decided it would be for the best if everyone knows. I was recently diagnosed with incontinence. For anyone who doesn’t know, that means I can’t control when I pee or poop, so I just go in my pants like babies do. Unfortunately it’s totally permanent. The doctor assured me 100% that I’ll never be able to get my control back, and that means I’ll have to wear nappies for the rest of my life. If I don’t, I’ll just leave yucky messes everywhere! I’m going to be in nappies 24/7 from now on, so don’t be alarmed if you see my bottom looking a bit bulky (and if you see me without a nappy, you should ask me what on Earth I think I’m doing)! Anyway, that’s all I had to say. I hope you don’t treat me any differently now you all know I’m not potty trained anymore. Thank you! x

I stared at the screen in horror. The announcement had already been liked by over a hundred of my friends.

“No!” I cried, tears forming in my eyes. “NO!”

Daddy put my phone back in his pocket and looked down at me with a satisfied expression on his face. I knew there was no going back now. Everyone thought I was incontinent! Permanently! How could I ever explain it to them if I stopped wearing nappies?!

“Sorry, sweetie,” Daddy said. “But this is for the best. You’re just a stupid little girl who pees and poops her nappies, and now everyone knows it.”

I burst into tears and started kicking my legs and slamming my fists against the mattress of my tiny, cramped crib. My life as a respectable adult was over! Now everyone would just think of me as some stupid oversized baby who couldn’t even use the toilet!

“It’s okay, precious girl,” Daddy said softly, reaching into my crib to stroke my hair. I knew I should be furious with him, but I was so upset that I couldn’t help but be comforted by his gentle touch. “I promise this is for the best. You’re going to be in nappies 24/7, and now you don’t have to worry about other people finding out you’re not allowed to use toilets, since they all think you can’t use them anyway.” I cried even harder at that, and Daddy picked up my dummy and popped it back into my mouth for me to suck on. “Okay baby, time for beddy-byes. You can stay in your messy nappy until the morning and think about what a naughty girl you were for trying to use the potty like an adult. Daddy will change your tomorrow.”

I whimpered and squirmed, but Daddy just left, turning off the light on his way out. I had nothing else to do except try to get comfortable in my dirty nappy, and cry myself to sleep thinking of the adulthood that I’d lost forever.

#mellowsadistic

[roohuh]

Obliviate

Ominis x Slytherin MC

Summary: Finally back from summer vacation you eagerly start your 7th year at Hogwarts only to find out you have forgotten someone important! Ominis!

Warnings: none besides a little angst

Find the series here Obliviate

Sitting in the usual spot in the great hall you listen to the buzz of everyone greeting each other after their summer holiday. This being your last year at Hogwarts you are determined to enjoy every moment of it especially since you started late and your first year attending Hogwarts was anything but normal. Hearing a familiar voice from behind you leap up with an excited’

“Sebastian!” You throw your arms around his neck. “I have so much to tell you! Oh how you grew over the summer I did not think you could get any taller and here you are!” You go on animatedly until you notice his equally tall companion standing beside him. Meeting the pale blue eyes with curiosity you inquire,

“Hello? I do not believe we have met before.” You feel somewhat bashful at the stunning figure before you and blush as you address him. Sebastian laughs

“What do you mean you haven't met Ominis? You spent the entire last year snogging the fellow.” Ominis takes your hand giving it a soft kiss,

“I missed you.” He murmurs leaning close to your ear. Surprised you yank your hand away and step back from the brash stranger.

“I’m sorry but I do not know you sir.” You say to the person standing before you, feeling a panic rising in your chest. Ominis starts to feel the same alarm as he stands open-mouthed unsure of what is happening.

“Are you feeling alright? Y/n?” Poppy who overheard the conversation decides to interject. Releaf floods you as you turn to Poppy; she could back you up.

“I am, I think? Although these two seem convinced I know him.” You say gesturing to a very worried Ominis. Poopy who is now mirroring the worry across her own face asks,

“And you are saying you do not know who Ominis is?” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and frustration.

“Should I?” You snap, throwing your hands in the air.

“Yes,” Ominis utters a very soft, shaky reply. You turn back to him staring hard trying to remember but every time you think about him your head feels fuzzy.

“Well I can’t. Who is he?” You insist feeling frantic frustration.

“We have been seeing each other since the end of our fifth year.” Ominis tries his best to sound convincing taking a step towards you which you retreat from giving him a distrustful gaze.

“Obliviation?” Sebastian suggests hands on his hips. You bite your bottom lip eyes never leaving the stranger. While Ominis sinks onto the bench next to where you had been sitting.

“But who would do such a thing?” You ask.

“I know who.” Countenance dark Ominis says fists tightening.

“Is there a cure for this?” Poppy asks, poking the side of your head.

“I’m not sure, but I do know where to look!” Sebastian says with a devious grin always up for a venture into the restricted section; finding the whole situation comical. Professor Black clears his throat from the podium and you all take your seats Poppy retreating to the Hufflepuff table. You stare at the mysterious figure before you. Snogging him all last year. You think to yourself feeling strangely about the idea of being involved with someone but having no recollection of how you even met the person. You try to imagine what it would be like to kiss him having a hard time imagining it. For as far as your memory goes you have never kissed anyone let alone this hauntingly handsome set of lips. As you admire his shoulders you see them tremble ever so slightly.

“Ominis.” You whisper trying not to get caught interrupting the speech. He turns to you and you can see his efforts to hold back the overwhelming emotions biting at his eyes. You place a tentative hand on his,

“I am sorry” you pause trying to formulate a sentence “I do not remember, but it is alright we will get it all figured out soon I am sure.” You whisper then give his hand a squeeze and add “don’t worry” Ominis smiles at you warmly replying in a low voice.

“I have always admired your courage. It was one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.” The unexpected compliment from this stranger causes you to tense up butterflies filling your stomach.

Once the feast begins you start to relax. Although you can not remember him, Ominis sitting next to you does feel right. He smiles passing you a cream filled pastry.

“Your favorite.” He says placing in front of you. You nod reflexively staring at Ominis. I wonder what els he must know about me. You muse to yourself trying to not openly gawk at the Slytherin. Sebastian begins to loudly laugh grabbing Ominis’ shoulder

“Oh Ominis if only you could see this! Leander is trying to grow a mustache! Oh it’s horrible!” The freckled boy wipes tears from his eyes leaning hard on his friend's shoulder.

“Why can’t Ominis see?” You ask, puzzled looking at Sebastian.

“Oh, because he’s blind of course! Couldn’t you tell by his eyes?” Sebastian scoffed at you. Feeling the blood rush your cheeks you look at the clouded blue eyes.

“That makes sense.” You awkwardly mumble.

“Don’t be an ass Sebastian.” Ominis snapped. Sebastian rolls his eyes and apologizes. “Sorry”

“Oh it’s fine! I probably should have guessed myself. I'm sure it’s not a topic you are overly fond of.” You backpedal not use to seeing Sebastian take criticism from anyone.

“Oh I don’t mind talking about it! I am a more capable wizard blind than Sebastian is with his sight.” He winks at you with this assertion and you feel your chest tighten. Wanting to believe this tall handsome seventh year but it all feeling so strange.

“Well I’m done eating.” Sebastian eventually says pushing his plate away from himself letting out a satisfied sigh patting his stomach he adds“Nothing like a good Hogwarts feast!”

“Undercroft?” Ominis asks

“He knows about the undercroft?” You almost choke on your pumpkin juice in shock. Ominis lets out a short laugh before he replies as all of the private moments you had shared down there comes to mind.

“Yes, I know about the undercroft”

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow #fanfic #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #harry potter hogwarts game #ominis fluff

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt. 10

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader  wc: 868  warnings: grace being sneaky but in a good way i promise

part nine • part eleven

a/n: hi sorry im so bad at uploading mental health went poopy stinky but im back

“grace elizabeth vandien!” joe gasped, practically hitting the phone out of grace’s hand. “you did not just friend request my employee!” 

“well she’s cute and clearly you need to get your head out of your ass, so if you don’t do it i will.” 

“you’re not playing cupid.”

“and you’re stupid if you think i’m going to listen to you.” 

“i cannot believe you’ve done this.” 

“well believe it, buckaroo. this is happening whether you like it or not.” 

joe had to stop himself from shoving grace off the couch, instead choosing to throw a pillow at her face before getting up to pace the room. there was no way this was going to turn out good. there absolutely wasn’t. but it wasn’t like he was nervous, right? granted, the last person he was with was julia. she didn’t really do much in terms of their relationship, seeing as it appeared to be purely transactional. and the fact that she left the kids with joe a majority of the time. he wasn’t going to lie, the honeymoon phase was nice, but it didn’t last much longer than six months before he started noticing a few things. then six turned into twelve, julia got pregnant and those twelve months turned into 23 with divorce papers in his hands. and now the twins were three, he was sex deprived and dear god, he just-- 

but he couldn’t, could he? he wasn’t going to lie, y/n was one of the only things on his mind lately. okay so maybe he had looked at her profile picture on facebook for too long. and memorized the freckles on her cheeks and how some of them almost looked like the little dipper if you squinted just enough. or how her cousin commented “so hot so pretty you need a boyfriend” on every profile picture and y/n would just reply with an eyeroll emoji and a “get me one then”. how she laughed so gracefully when the kids at the daycare did something funny. or cute. or both. how she took such great care of the twins and didn’t care at all that they attached themselves to her. 

yeah, maybe he needed a new relationship. he needed to stop thinking about y/n. he needed--

“joe, get out of your head.” grace lightly slapped his cheeks. “i promise i won’t say anything too out of pocket to her.” 

“grace!” 

“i’m joking! mostly. listen, you know your worth and you deserve to have it. julia can suck my ten inch clit, and if she pulls a fuss to her lawyer about you moving on you can literally bring up the fact she leaves you with the kids and breaks her custody agreement almost weekly to go fuck some guy on whatever costal island she flies to with daddies money. you. deserve. so. much. better. don’t stop yourself from pursuing this because of some silly little lady who can’t tell her left from her right.”

“i— she’s not directionally challenged.”

“that’s not my point.” grace rolled her eyes. “stop being such a worry wort and just get back out there! what’s wrong with going on one date with y/n?” 

“well for one, if it goes bad we might lose our best employee.” 

“i doubt she would quit if the date goes that roughly. and you gotta believe in yourself, dude. you had everyone in college swooning over you. it’s a surprise you’re not playing some heartthrob metal head somewhere on tv that everyone is going to fall in love with.”

“stop reminding me of my failed dreams.” joe dramatically flopped back on the couch. “i’d much rather be on tv than running a daycare.”

“but you’re doing a damn good job at it. honestly? i think it's your calling.” 

“huh?”

“working with kids. maybe you could like, develop a show about a couple in a daycare that falls in love and has like ten babies.” 

“y/n and i are not going to have ten babies.” 

“i never said that.” grace cheekily smiled as she typed away on her phone. “and besides, you never know what’ll happen.” 

“i have two, and they are more than enough right now, thank you very much.” 

grace rolled her eyes. “puh-lease, you want more kids and you know it.”

“i do know it, but i have two three year olds.” 

“and like, how many girls watching them constantly? joe. i’m going to be blunt and you’re going to take it. you need to get laid. and i’m going to help you get laid.” 

“i- grace…” 

“listen, i’m gonna find you someone. even if it’s on tinder, okay?” grace pushed herself off of the couch. “i’m gonna head out because i have an 8am, but i’ll send you updates. also send me your favorite pictures of yourself in case i end up making you a tinder.”

“i don’t want to be on tinder.”

“i’ll do bumble then.” grace paused in the doorframe.  “oh, before i forget, y/n and i are getting tea tomorrow, i’ll let you know how it goes!” 

and with that, grace shut the door and joe was left to once again scream into his pillow.

#imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #bright beginnings universe

[angelgrovehighschool]

I’m a fucking idiot and I was chatting with this guy who’s 25 and I’ll spare you the details of the poopy abortion that was our conversation, but at the end he was like … just so you know, I think you look better without the glasses .. I literally said “I didn’t ask” like wtfdym I’m sorry I need them to see, I agree , I prefer just my face but unfortunately my eyes don’t work

[theliterarywolf]

Sorry I’ve gotta pop in one last time on this Viv/Lackadaisy controversy (because yesterday was the first I’d heard of it). I feel like an exasperated mother because I’m looking at these two indie animation projects (Yes I’ll still consider Viv indie even with HB being picked up), and going “You little shits, you are literally all you have! You only have each other to watch out for you!” Support each other so you can share your audience and not rely on studios! APES STRONG TOGETHER!!! (1)

Like regardless of how much popularity Lackadaisy has gotten, it will NEVER be on normie levels of popularity like Walking Dead or GoT. These indie projects need to reinforce each other and not create needless drama. They don’t have the financial means/reputation to start slap fights just because you don’t like each other. And for what it’s worth, I think Viv’s donation was from a place of genuine love for other creators (I’ve seen old comments from her on other people’s animatics).

Bwuh, bwuh, but..! Viv is a meanie-poopie face who, because she didn't know proper time-management early on in HB's first season, is literally worse than John K.'s left testicle, tho..!

I fucking hate how so many people behind indie productions just can not break away from middle school-level drama and realize, like you mentioned, that they are all going up against major studios and companies that have more fiscal and legal backing than they ever will.

And this isn't to say that everybody in the Indie space has to be Kumbaya Fingerblasting each other; no! There are going to be people that you just don't like/don't enjoy working with. That's an inevitability in this world. But a professional who has the success of their project/organization in mind and has some God damn socioeconomic maturity knows how to be civil.

Here's an example: at my new job site, they employ the RCA House System. This whole time leading up into new staff members being sorted into houses, I had it in my mind 'Please, God, don't put me in the house with the two annoying motherfuckers on-staff' But I still did my work, was cordial to said two annoying motherfuckers, and was civil.

...Lo' and behold, I ended up getting sorted into the same house as those two annoying motherfuckers but do you think I'm going to be bitchy about it or go on social media to complain and bring a negative light to my team? NO! Because the image and success of the school year is more important than whatever banal issues I may have with the two in question.

And that's the sign of being a fucking professional.

And with the Donation Kerfluffle, I will always remind people: it wasn't just Viv donating: it was several people at Spindlehorse, including Viv, who pooled money together to give to boost another Indie Production because it should be a case of everyone supporting each other in the face of an indifferent/dying industry. So it was from a place of well-meaning and the claims of 'oh, Viv just wants her name on everything' is... so dumb.

[chrisevansredbelt]

hiii id love to request one where frank gets a blowjob after a long day hehehe thank you💖

Long and Hard

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: blowjobbbbbbbb

summary: ^^ refer to request!

a/n: i’m sorry i haven’t been posting, uni is being a poopy. but enjoy this lil one while i sort out my life :0

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Your ears perked up when you heard the familiar jingle of keys in the door to your apartment- along with the annoyed grunt when the lock played up and wouldn’t budge.

Smiling to yourself, he shoves the door before entering, letting it close behind him softly as he makes a tired beeline towards you.

“Hi-“ You cut yourself off with a small ‘oof’ as Frank lets his body fall on top of yours on the couch, face buried in your clothed chest.

“Mm.” He murmurs, vibrating your tits a little.

Running your fingers through his hair and feeling his body relax on top of you, you can literally feel how tired he is- or maybe he’s just fat. “Big day killing all the bad guys?” You ask teasingly, to which he just hums in confirmation, “I couldn’t tell, you don’t have any blood on ya’.”

He surprisingly lifts his head up, pointing lazily at the small gash on the left side of his head that you hadn’t seen.

For a moment, you’re worried. Until you see how minimal the damage is. It doesn’t need any fixing up, it’ll heal in the morning.

“Poor thing.” You pout teasingly, softly kissing his lips, “You’ll live.”

He manages to steal another kiss from you as you’re pulling away and smirks to himself, “Now I will.”

You roll your eyes as he rests his head back down on your chest,“Go shower and I’ll make you some food.” You rub his bicep, waiting for him to get off you.

He protests slightly, however, looking up at you, “You not joinin’ me?”

“I showered like an hour ago.” You shrug, and he furrows his brow like it’s the worst thing that has ever happened to him this year, “Go, you big baby.”

With that, he gets off you and slouches to the bathroom like a kicked puppy.

You ended up cooking him a burger patty. A quick and easy fatty food that would shut him up and occupy him while you clean and begin your nightly routine.

He sat down at the small dining table with an exhausted huff but smiled softly at you at the small burger you had just placed in front of him, garnished with a small sliced pickle that you cut out in the shape of a heart.

He had practically inhaled the burger because by the time you came out of the bathroom from brushing your teeth, he was on his last bite.

You take his plate from him once he’s done and he just smiles up you gratefully as you start to wash up his plate.

After that, it wasn’t long before you both find yourself back on the couch, watching the rest of whatever crime documentary you let Netflix pick for you.

You’re in the same position as when Frank first came home and it’s barely five minutes before you feel his dead weight on you and light snores escape him. As peaceful as he looks, you know it’s not long before his snores turn into a motorbike engine and he’s too tired to move and you’re trapped under him forever.

So you run your fingers through his hair and nudge his body a little to jolt him awake, “Go to bed, I can’t carry you if you sleep here.”

He says nothing. Just nods and slowly stands up off your body and off the couch. You stand up after him but don’t follow, instead gather your dishes from the coffee table in front of you.

When Frank notices you’re not trailing behind him, he turns to you for a moment, eyes half closed, “You comin’?” He grumbles, barely audible if it weren’t for the fact you had mastered Franks inaudible language.

You just smiled, hands full of dishes, “In a minute, lemme clean up a bit.”

He lets out a dissatisfied grunt before shuffling off into the bedroom without another word.

You bite your lip as you bring the dishes to the sink, rinsing them off with water before leaving them in there. You wipe down the countertop of the kitchen quickly, discarding any rubbish in your way before turning off the lights.

You then turn off the TV and then all the remaining lights before softly tip toeing into the bedroom.

When you enter, Franks clearly just flopped himself into bed, face buried in the pillows. No snores yet, but you know it’s not long before he knocks out.

Smiling, you approach his body, climbing the bed and his body as you straddle his tailbone.

“Mmm,” He hums at your presence, either confused or comforted. Perhaps both.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you kiss his ear. He takes that as his signal to turn his head to the side so that you can access his cheek and you smile as you plant a kiss on his stubbly cheek.

Pulling on his shoulder, however, you practically flip him over so that he lays on his back now. He just looks up at you confused, squinting at the light of the room even though it’s only the lamp that’s on.

“Mm, what’re you doin’?” He mumbles, again, hardly coherent.

You just settle yourself down on his lap and bring your hands down to the waistband of his sweats.

“Shh, you’ve had such a long and hard day.” You coo, almost teasingly but not really. You’re certain he did have a busy day… but it’s no 9 to 5. He quirks a brow, remaining silent and prompting you to continue. “And no one ever thanks you for keeping this city so safe.” You caress your hands down his abs, “I think I should change that.”

When he digs his hip further into the mattress, you know that’s basically your green light. His head is lifted up slightly so he can watch what you’re doing and makes no effort to stop you as you slide your hand underneath his waist band.

You tug his sweats down his hips a little but not all the way. Just enough for his dick to spring free (and yes, he’s gone commando and you’re hardly surprised).

It’s not all the way hard just yet but you know he’s on his way. So you grab the base, holding back a smile when he immediately jerks under your touch. Probably because your hands are too cold rather than he’s that affected by your touch. But you like to think he is so let’s just leave it at that.

Moving down to rest on your stomach and settle between his legs, you prop your arms up on either of his thighs, your mouth only mere centimetres away from his cock as you slowly stroke it.

You run your tongue along the bottom lip as you visibly watch as he hardens in your head, his stomach clenching and his breath faltering at times.

When you’re satisfied with how hard he is in your hand, you run your thumb over the tip before pressing a kiss to the head. You continue to press several more kisses to the tip, moving down to the base where you find yourself at the root of the vein.

With one long stroke of your tongue, you follow the trail of his vein all the way up until it disappears just underneath the backside of his cock- to which you encase your lips around his head when you reach the top.

You only suck lightly, flicking your tongue over his slit while he’s in your mouth.

You look up at him through your lashes and feel butterflies in your stomach at the way his face is all scrunched up, thrown back against the pillows slightly and his neck veins protruding through the tanned skin.

You let go of his dick with a pop, before gathering a load of spit in your mouth and letting it fall onto the head of his cock.

On any other day, you would’ve continued your teasing. Maybe fondled with his balls a little or just kitten licked the head until he begged you to give him that release.

But tonight, you wanted to pleasure him the way you knew he liked it. Fast. You know he’ll return the favour again one day and, it’s true, no one ever really thanks him for what he does.

So you take him down your throat as far as you can until you gag and retreat back to the tip. Holding the base with your hand, you begin bobbing your head.

You can tell it takes Frank by surprise from the way his hands fly to your hair, guiding your head down his cock but not forcing it down.

Whatever you can’t take in your mouth, you work with your hand, jerking it messily due to the mixture of spit and precum dripping down his cock.

When you feel him twitch in your mouth and watch his jaw go slack, you him around him, sending vibrations all down his cock and making him arch his back a little as he fists your hair.

You bob your head faster and flick your tongue, humming every so often and keeping eye contact with him even though he’s shutting his eyes half the time and throwing his head back.

When he bucks his hips up into your mouth, you choke at the unexpected intrusion of his cock lodged into your throat, but keep still as he shoots his cum down your throat. It tickles as it slides down the top of your mouth but you manage to wrap your lips around his cock and swallow him clean.

When you pull him out of your mouth, his cock lays hard against his chest, glistening with the concoction of your saliva and his own cum, but clean for the most part.

You wipe your lip and breathe heavily as you catch your breath, wiping underneath your eyes as well to catch the few stray tears you didn’t even know had fallen.

With his hands still entangled in your hair, he pulls you up to meet him. On your way up, you fix his sweats so that he’s no longer exposing himself out in the open.

He pulls you up until you collapse into his chest and lazily throws the blanket over the both of you, before nudging your chin up so that he has better access to your lips.

He places a soft kiss against them and you find yourself too exhausted to give him a proper pucker, but you’re sure he doesn’t mind.

After the head you’ve just given him, he has no complaints. Not that he ever has or will.

Maybe long and hard days aren’t so bad after all.

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#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #frank castle x you #the punisher x reader #jon bernthal #the punisher smut

[katiesplaypen]

LITTLE BIG SIS (CHAPTER 18)

Half hunched over, Sophie became nauseous with shame of the contents filling the back of her Huggies. She could tell by the firmness of her accident that there must be a bulge in the seat of her pants, and she was praying that any classmate standing behind her would not notice. She became even more self conscious thinking about it they had actually seen the bulge appear.

Normally her face would go red from embarrassment like this, but she was so terrified by the predicament that her face went flush instead. Thankfully for her, her potential boyfriend was deep into the microscope at the moment and couldn’t see the change in her demeanor or the color drain from her face. She now had no choice but to ask for the restroom, even if that seemed like telling Jake she had bodily functions.

“Hey, Jake. I’ll be right back.” She said to her lab partner.

He looked up slightly from the microscope.

“Okay. Sure.”

Sophie approached Mrs. Ellisons desk and nervously asked for permission to go to the bathroom. The teacher could sense this was an emergency for the girl. She had seen desperate students many times. Especially girls who were too ashamed to admit they need the toilet. However, given Sophie’s current posture and the email she received from the nurse’s office earlier, she had a feeling Sophie’s situation was a bit different. She didn’t need the toilet. She needed a changing.

In all actuality, she needed both. She needed out of her wet, poopy pull-up and she needed to relieve her currently full bladder. Leaving the classroom and walking very uncomfortable down the hall, Sophie began to fear she wasn’t going to make it. The closer she got to the girls room, the more her urine wanted to escape her body. She started sprinting to the bathroom and when she ran in she was greeted by a face she did not want to see.

“Wow, slow down there, kiddo.” Said the girl standing in front of the mirror, checking her hair.”

“Megan?” Sophie said, caught off guard.

“What’s a matter, Soph? Gotta go potty? At least you’re trying to make it this time.”

Sophie was too desperate to think of any comeback.

“But you shouldn’t run, sweetheart.” Megan kept teasing. “You could trip and fall. Then you would have a bloody nose AND wet pants.”

“Just leave me alone, Megan.” Sophie said, pushing the girl to the side and rushing to a stall as she began to undo her overalls before even opening the stall door. Suddenly, a look of panic washed over Sophie’s face as she struggled to get her buttons to move. They were stuck.

Megan watched in amusement as her former friend struggled with her straps while simultaneously doing the potty dance.

“Look at you all fidgety.” Megan said with an ear to ear grin. “You must really have a baby bladder, huh? And you can’t even get your pants undone. Who let a little girl like you into high school?”

“This isn’t funny Megan!” Sophie yelled between her teeth as she squirmed in desperation trying to get her overalls free. The toilet I’m sight just made things worse.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re right. We are friends after all. Do you want my help?”

Sophie did not want Megan’s help, but she needed it.

“Yes, please.” She said on the verge of tears.

“Sure thing.” Megan said cheerfully as she walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

“What are you doing?” Sophie cried with her legs crossed.

“I’m helping.” Megan said. “You have to pee. I’m helping you pee. Just think of waterfalls and swimming pools, running rivers. Think of ice cold lemonade.”

“Stop it, Megan!” Sophie demanded. “Please help me get these off!”

“Oh, I don’t think so BABY GIRL.” Megan responded. “If a 16 year old isn’t capable of undoing her pants to use the bathroom, then she deserves to pee in them like a little toddler. So, just do it, pants-wetter.”

“I’m not a pants-wetter!” Sophie said one hand buried into her crotch and the other desperately trying to get her strap apart.

“Bedwetter, pants-wetter, what’s the difference?” Megan retorted. “You can’t control your bladder. It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night. A baby’s a baby.”

“I’m not a baby!” Sophie cried once more.

“Oh, I think you are.” Megan said, leaning into Sophie. “Tickle, tickle, tickle.” Megan began wiggle her fingers along Sophie’s sides, making her muscles spasm. “Cootchie, cootchie, coo.” She continued.

It was too much for Sophie. In that moment her bladder gave out. All at once her urine began to stream into her pants, and the pull-up she was wearing could not hold one more drop. A dark patch began to appear on the leg of her overalls right below the diapers leg hole. Megan stepped back when she heard the sound of liquid hitting fabric. She smiled and laughed as he watched Sophie soak her pants for the second time that day. Then she noticed how the pattern of pee was forming. Something didn’t look right.

“Oh my god! Are you wearing a diaper!?”

#pullups #pants wetting #peepants #bed wetting #omorashi #regression #ab dl community #goodnites #age regression #poop pants

[asskickedbygirl]

Request for smutty and fluffy Johnny fic where fem reader is an actress turned new cast member for Jackass Forever, but grew up having the biggest crush on Johnny. She gets caught on someone’s live saying how hard work is because of how hot she finds Johnny, and it goes viral.

Hot For Knoxville [Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but i made it a little more … dirty

A/n: thank you for request! haven’t written any silver foxville but he’s still hot so here is this. sorry there isn’t much fluff til the end i got kinda carried away… lmk if you enjoy! also sorry it took so long i deleted it at first…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, age gap, alcohol and drug use, praise kink, oral (m receiving)

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You sat in Rachel’s apartment with her Jasper and Poopies after a long day of press. Being the new cast members, you started a tradition of hanging out after shooting or press and ended up becoming close friends. You and Rachel were on the couch talking and passing round a blunt while the guys sat in the kitchen. “So what were you thinking when Johnny first dmed you?” Rachel asked, inhaling the smoke into her lungs. “Well I mean at first I was kinda hoping it was for reasons other than professional.” Rachel laughed and handed you the joint. “Oh really?” You grinned, “Well who wouldn’t want Johnny Knoxville sliding into their dms?” Rachel giggled then tilted her head. “Isn’t he a little old for you?” You shrugged. “Hey the silver hair kinda does it for me. It was actually kinda hard to concentrate at work.” Rachel urged you to go on. “Well he was just so hot. I was constantly blushing and stammering around him. I still get all flustered when he talks to me sometimes like who the hell gets to work with their prepubescent sexual awakening?!” The guys began laughing and gasping, clapping their hands over their mouth and turning to face you. Your heart stopped at their reactions. “What?” You asked but feared you already knew the answer. “We’re on live.” Poopies replied, your face immediately turning a bright red.

You dreaded the next day when you’d be doing a full cast interview for some morning show. Naturally, someone had screen-recorded the live and it had done its rounds all over twitter and instagram. You knew Johnny had to know and that drove you crazy. You showed up to press, the crew already tormenting you over the video before Johnny even arrived. “Gonna find work hard today Y/n?” Wee-man teased. “Damn, maybe I should let my hair go gray.” Mocked Steve-o. Your eyes had rolled enough for ten years in the ten minutes you were waiting for your silver fox coworker. And then he waltzed in, immediately beelining for you at the coffee table, a wide grin on his face. “Well hello Y/n.” Your eyes rolled again, not even bothering to respond as you smiled flatly. “And how was your evening yesterday?” He asked as you gritted your teeth. “Very funny Knoxville.” He cackled his typical cackle. “Well hey I’m sorry! I’ll try not to make this hard for you today, I’ll look a little less sexy.” You gave him the stink eye and he laughed again. “Your heads so big right now I’m surprised you could even fit through the door.” He laughed again. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone. I know you get flustered if I talk to you for too long.” You shook your head with disapproval as he walked away, leaving you with bright red cheeks.

Work was harder than usual that day what with all of the guys tormenting you about live stream gate. What was worse was how hot you found Johnny when he was being so cocky. Maybe you didn’t regret boosting his ego after all… Tremaine invited you out with the whole cast that night to celebrate the last day of press before the premiere and you gratefully accepted, never a better day to drink away your shame. You got ready, opting for a shorter dress for a more slutty approach to distract everyone from your embarrassment and headed out.

As soon as you arrived you headed straight for the bar to catch up with everyone else seeing as you arrived sort of late. By the time your first vodka shot poured down your throat a certain southern man had joined you. “Nice of you to join us.” He charmed and you ignored him, throwing back the next shot “Woah, maybe go easy there, don’t wanna be hungover on the red carpet now do we?” You wiped the corners of your mouth. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Johnny bit his lip. “Sorry for today, it’s funny s’all. Not really used to being flattered too much nowadays.” You peered up at him. “Really?” He shrugged. “Glad to know I have one fan of the silver hair.” You smiled. “Alright Silver Foxville.” Johnny gave you a quizzical look and scoffed. “What did you call me?” You laughed heartedly, “Just something I’m trying out.” You gazed up at him, your head sort of reeling at the fact you were kind of actually flirting with Johnny.

You both returned to the group and spent the rest of the night drinking and getting progressively more touchy with your childhood crush. Although you were almost two decades younger than your costar, he still made your heart skip a thousand beats and his sudden surge in flirty behaviour was making your head swarm. “So, I was your sexual awakening huh?” Johnny asked, raising his brows suggestively. You laughed, getting more comfortable with the scandal now his arm was draped around your shoulders. “God don’t even. I remember watching Jackass when I was like 12 and it was the bit where you had a bunch of bees as your underwear and I was just obsessed with you from that point on, you were like my sex icon.” He cackled loudly again, another proper Johnny, hand on belly cackle. “Good to know, good to know. And has much changed?” You rolled your eyes. “Not answering that.” Johnny looked smug then, “Oh really?” Your demeanour changed as Johnny wet his lips, his almost lustful eyes boring into you. “You wanna get out of here?” He asked and your heart stopped. You hesitated, shocked at the underlying intention of his question but agreed anyways.

Johnny made up some lame excuse that you were both tired and would get an uber together but you knew they didn’t buy it, not that you cared. The ride to yours was intense, you sat close together and tried to make normal conversation but the butterflies in your tummy were running rampant. He just looked at you with these almost knowing eyes and would bite his lip every now and again. You eventually arrived at yours as you unlocked the door and encouraged Johnny to sit while you got yourselves beers. He leaned back on your couch and had his legs spread wide, fuck. You handed him the beer and intended in launching into some irrelevant conversation to deflect from your nerves but he had other ideas. “Rachel’s right you know, I’m too old for you.” You sighed and took a sip from your beer. “Are we still on this?” Johnny took the bottle from your hands and set it down. You knitted your brows together but your face softened when you saw your crushes blown out pupils. “You got a thing for older guys?” You swallowed. “Maybe.” He smiled. “You got a thing for me though don’t you?” You bit your lip.

Johnny stood up from his position and looked down at you, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently, a look of wonder in your eyes. “You think about me?” You nodded as his thumb brushed against your lips. “Think about me when you’re touching yourself?” His thumb slipped into your mouth then, his words and actions making your panties pool. You sucked on his thumb obediently, lightly nodding. “Good girl.” You whimpered and his eyes lit up. “You like when I call you a good girl?” You pressed your thighs together tightly and nodded again. Usually you wouldn’t be into this stuff, but when it was Johnny you’d be wet at anything he did. He removed his thumb from your lips and grabbed your chin. “Open.” He muttered and you complied, allowing him to spit into your mouth. He scoffed as you swallowed it. “Jesus. I could do anything to you right now and you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?” You bit your lip again, your pleading eyes still looking up at him. He grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, “Wouldn’t you?” You verbally answered, voice wavering.

Your cheeks were a splotchy red as your eyes gazed up at him innocently, willing to submit to this act Johnny had put on. He lifted his arm down to pick up your hand that was lying on your lap, bringing it towards his ‘Knoxville’ belt. You complied with his wishes, undoing it as quickly as possible. You zipped his pants down and reached right into his boxers, taking his semi-hard cock out. You grabbed it by its shaft and looked up at PJ, waiting for instructions obediently. He smiled and nodded, “Go on.” You began pumping him slowly then before licking his tip gently. He groaned at the contact, his cock becoming fully erect. You got to work swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting his precum and moving your hand up and down the shaft. Eventually Johnny’s hand found it’s way to the back of your head, pushing it lightly to encourage you to take him in fully. You did as he urged, struggling to get half way down but sucking him nevertheless. He groaned while did so, beginning to move your head up and down himself now, his hips slightly bucking. “God you’re good at that,” He moaned, your eyes fluttering up to meet his lustful ones. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” You shut your thighs tightly at the praise and Johnny smiled when he noticed.

“You wanna touch yourself?” You nodded, pulling your tight dress up to fold at your waist, giving PJ a teasing glance at your panties. He bit his lip and continued pushing you down to take more of him in while your hands slipped under the band, fingers moving to rub your clit. You moaned softly against Johnny’s cock, the vibrations causing him to mirror your noise. That’s when he began gathering your hair up to hold a firm grip on you, the pushing and pulling getting rougher. Your pace with your fingers quickened as you began gagging on Johnny’s cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. “Put a finger inside of yourself.” Johnny panted. You moved your ass to allow yourself better access, slipping a finger in while saliva began dripping down your chin. “There you go, good girl.” The praise caused you to moan again and add an extra finger. Johnnys pace increased so forcefully your motions inside of yourself stopped, only concentrating on breathing through your nose as the older man face fucked you. It got to a point you figured he had to come before he pulled your mouth off of him, strings of saliva still connecting you.

You wiped your chin with your hand, taking your other one out of your panties while Johnny took his pants completely off, his shirt with it. You bit your lip and pulled off the rest of your dress as well as your panties, admiring Johnny’s toned body despite his age. He grinned seductively when he saw you bare in front of him and at his mercy. He took your chin between his index and his thumb once again to tilt your head up towards him. “You’re too pretty for your own good. You know that?” You blushed like a schoolgirl even though you had just sucked the man’s dick thirty seconds prior. He took a seat next to you on the couch and pulled you to straddle his lap, seating you just above his cock. He rubbed his hand against your mound as he leaned in and kissed you roughly. It became apparent that that was the first time the two of you had even kissed and boy you were not wasting it. Lips and teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, soft whimpers let out as he continued to rub your clit. You pulled away, “I need you Johnny.” He smiled and leaned his head back, “Then get me.” He motioned towards his dick and you realised he wanted you to fuck him. You complied but were initially skeptical at his willingness to give up control for a moment, but maybe he had an ulterior motive.

You reached back and took his dick in your hand, already wet with your spit and his pre-cum and began lowering yourself. You whimpered as he breached into you, gripping his shoulder to steady yourself but noticed he made no efforts to help. In fact, Johnny had his arms up, leaning his head against his interlocked hands. “Go on.” He spoke, biting his lip and pushing his hips up lightly, teasing you. It became clear he was doing this on purpose, letting you do all the pathetic work to degrade you, and you weren’t even mad about it. You did as you were told, eventually getting down all the way before lifting again. It was hard to get a proper pace going when it was a one man job, just you fucking yourself with Johnnys cock while he watched on with delight. You whimpered and panted as you began bouncing, still steadying yourself with his shoulders. “Does that feel good?” He asked, taunting you. You looked him in the eyes and nodded, “Yeah.” He smiled back. “Hmmm. You like fucking yourself or do you want me to help?” You sighed, “Can you help?” He laughed, “Why didn’t you ask in the first place?”

Johnny grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were fully seated on his cock, causing you to moan out before he pulled you off once more, slamming you back down immediately after. His pace became relentless, your mind fogging up as you let him fuck you. “You gonna find it hard to work tomorrow? Hmmm? Gonna find it hard to walk maybe.” You couldn’t reply, fucked out of your mind. You didn’t expect Knoxville to be such a dom in bed, certainly didn’t expect him to fuck you so well either. You moaned out louder than usual when he hit that spot inside of you. “Right there.” You managed to croak out, head leaning into Johnnys neck now, “Oh right there huh?” Johnny matched his stroke from before, hitting the spot with every thrust. Not before long he had brought you to the very edge, your moans hindering as you held your breath, trying not to release the loud noises that wished to be let out. You subconsciously bit his neck softly. “Let me hear you.” He muttered, continuing his pace. You pulled away and moaned pornographically as you fell off the edge, feeling your orgasm wash over you as you came on his cock. Johnny continued to plow into you, overstimulation making you convulse and whimper. “S’okay. I’m gonna cum inside you now sweetheart. That okay?” You nodded with your eyes shut, still whimpering. Johnny’s hips started stuttering until he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down forcefully, spilling inside of you as deep as he could. He moaned loudly as he finished, a sound you wish could be replayed in your head over and over.

“Fuck.” He muttered, panting heavily. You grinded your hips gently against him before pulling off, using his shoulders to do so. He groaned as he saw the cum spilling out of you, making a mess on your thighs. “God, let me clean you up.” He lifted you off his lap and made you lay down on the couch before putting his boxers back on and wandering around your tiny apartment to find your bathroom. He returned with a towel and began wiping your core gently. You admired him as he did it so meticulously, with such care despite ruining you a few minutes before. You tangled your fingers in his hair and passed him a gentle smile. “You alright?” He asked and you nodded. “Didn’t expect you to fuck so well old man.” He laughed at your snarky remark, clambering on top of you. “Old man?” He nipped you on the neck and you giggled. “Coming from the woman creaming her pants when I call her a good girl.” You pushed his face gently, acting as if your cheeks weren’t flushing at just the mention of the words. “You think the guys will know we fucked?” You asked, pushing Johnny’s silver hair off his forehead. He smiled, “Well maybe they’ll have an idea when you start walking all funny down the red carpet.” You covered your mouth as you laughed wholeheartedly.

End.

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[radley-writes]

RATING MY CHICKS

Clucktimus Prime

This wee laddie hatched late and weak - we had to help him out. As the absolute runt of the litter, his fresh-hatched photos are sooooo gawky and weird. We’re talking full eraserhead baby.

He barely ate. He didn’t drink. He couldn’t walk, because his legs hadn’t formed properly. He just lay there and peeped sadly and pooped himself.

But one does not raise multiple tiny dinosaurs if one is a quitter. We fed him on our finges. We wiped his bald little butt. And we wrapped a teeny-tiny shackle around his legs to align the bones properly. Now he’s totally recovered, and spends his days gorging himself and flapping about with the others!

The only problem is, our TLC left him with a serious case of medical trauma.

I mean, I understand. We had to pick him up and wash his poopy bum for him then gently pat him dry. We had to flip him on his back to adjust the shackle while he screamed indignantly at all of us. Multiple times.

Oh, the torment. Oh, the dishonor. How could you mistreat your poor baby so?

As a result, he is having to be veeeeery slowly and gently rehabilitated into loving humans again. But, much like his namesake, I’m sure he will one day come to appreciate that freedom is the right of all sentient beings. Even us.

10/10, Captain America whomst???

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Eggatron

Supreme leader.

Biggest of the lot. Oldest, too - he hatched a whole 24 hours early, so we had to take him out of the incubator and fluff him up and feed him while the others were still pecking through their eggs. Which meant he got handled a whole lot from the get-go. Which means he thinks he’s people. He WILL climb on your lap and you WILL pet him. This is non-negotiable.

11/10

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Ratchick

Anxiety, thy name is Ratchick.

Thinks she’s camouflaged because she has woodland colouring, but forgets that she spends half her time in a cage in our living room. We can see you, buddy.

Knocking off a few points because she’s the loudest screecher of the lot. I am now 97% more likely to develop hearing loss and it’s entirely this chicken’s fault.

7/10

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Bantambee

Baby.

20/10

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Starsquawk

Oh yeah, she looks real cute. Sure, she runs right up to you whenever you open the cage and hops onto your hand. Okay, she snuggles into your warmth and looks up at you with big beautiful eyes.

And then she poops on you.

She poops everywhere.

This hen is a professional shitsassin. She poops viciously and without remorse. Down your sleeve, on your hand, every chance she gets.

Then she screams, bites you and run away.

5/10, she’s awful but I love her and I will let her poop on me again

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Rejected puns: Archeep, Pfowl (Prowl), Thunderquacker (wrong bird), Skysquawk, Cycl-hen-us, Cockwave (I’m sorry)

#chickens #animals #chicks #radley rambles #long post

[notastraykid]

Clean Up!

Chan x gn!reader (I hope? Sorry if I messed up somewhere.) Warnings: It’s just silly almost fluff. ‘Guys’ is used as a description of a collection of people rather than a gender. Also… this is very poopy joke centric. I am 100% immature with the jokes. I say I’m sorry but I’m really not. I have not sense/spell checked this. I'm not going to, neither so nyah-nyah. :P Word Count: 1671 You tightly held the black refuse back in your grip as Chan threw in a few more empty cans and plastic cups. The bag was now half full of litter from following your friend around the lounge.

It was stupid o’clock in the morning and the birthday party had finally broken up. Most people had left save the odd few who refused to believe it was finished or were too drunk to keep their eyes open and slept where they fell. Your ears buzzed at the now-odd silence. The way his arms flexed in his black shirt as he crushed another beer can made a hot flush creep up from your neck and you hoped it wasn’t too obvious you were staring. You could always blame the alcohol, anyway. You hadn’t had much but he didn’t need to be privy to that. “You know,” Chan said, as he tried to brush pretzel crumbs off the sofa and into his hands, failing miserably. He gave a self-defeated shrug and brushed them onto the floor. “…you didn’t have to stay and help. You were a guest, I was the host. Well, one of the hosts of this birthday party…” He narrowed his eyes a little as he looked around for his co-host, Felix. “Of course, clean up time and he's nowhere to be found. Well at least I have you!” Chan sat down where the pretzel crumbs just resided and patted the little space beside him. You perched on the edge of the sofa after moving a small pizza box onto your lap. Mmm. Pepperoni. Chan sighed and crossed his legs on the coffee table in front of him, closing his eyes. “I don’t mind,” you quietly responded, looking at the small pile of discarded paper plates with half eaten food, a smashed chocolate bar and what looked like half boiled egg next to his feet. The egg was in a puddle of what you hoped to be beer. “I like to be helpful. You know me.” You gingerly picked up the boiled egg and threw it in the black bag and sniffed your hand. Yep. Stale beer. “Mother Hen complex kicks in and I’m cleaning, offering people water and calling taxi’s for people… I’m just waiting on the day someone asks me to sign a note for school.” a half-hearted chuckle left your lips. You were always the sensible one of the friend group. Good ol’ reliable. Silence fell between the two of you for a moment and you wiped your hand on your thigh. You looked up at Chan who still had his eyes closed. A smile grew on his face, dimples deepening. “Dear Mr Anderson,” He said with a fake high-pitched voice as his hand dancing through the air as if writing a letter, “Please excuse Seungmin from swimming as he has a terrible case of the botty squirts and one simply cannot afford to drain yet another pool. It went everywhere! Kind regards, Seungmin’s Ma-ma.” A snort fell from your mouth causing you to drop the top of the black bag and cover your mouth. Eyes wide, you looked at Chan. One eye had opened to look at you and his grin widened. “I didn’t take you for a snorter! Haa! Of all the years we’ve known each other…” “Shut up it was an accident.” You could feel another blush creep up your neck. “Just caught me by surprise!” “Cuuttee. Okay. Okay.” Chan nodded to himself as he turned sideways to face you, one leg crossing under another. “Let’s see if I can get that to happen again.” Your eyes rolled and hoped your face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Why on earth… Listen. I don’t usually snort. It won’t happen again.” “It was cute and I like the challenge!” He paused, mouth turning into a thin line as he thought. “I can only think of poo jokes now.” Chan’s eyes closed into crescents, dimples deepening. “Mature. But go on!” You raised your eyebrows at him and nodded slightly, brushing past the fact he thought your snort was cute. How much had he had to drink? He seemed pretty with it when you were cleaning up.

“But! You won’t hear another snort from me.” You let your hand pick at the fabric on the sofa cushion by your leg to help ground yourself and distract yourself. Stop blushing for the love of… There was a slight intake of breath before Chan spoke, “By the way, did you know that diarrhoea is hereditary?” “Hmm.” You said, nodding once, smiling. “Yeah I heard it runs in your …genes...” You leant forward slightly in a challenge. “Next.” “Right Okay. How about the constipated maths professor? Yeah he worked it out with a pencil. No?... Hmm.” You waited for a few beats. Then a few more. You looked questioningly at Chan and wondered if he had fell asleep with his eyes open? “Cha-“ “Hm? Oh sorry.” Chan rubbed his face. “Blame the alcohol… My concentration… it’s like Seungmin’s diarrhoea… it’s all over the place.” Head dropped, eyes closed, you had to raise one finger to let him know that he was close… close to a laugh and probably a snort. “Almost. Almost had me there.” “What’s the definition of a surprise?” Your head was still lowered, and you shook your head left to right once. Chan put a finger under your chin and lifted your head. You gazed met his own, eyes dancing with laughter. “A fart with a lump in it.” Forehead creased, you made a groaning sound as you kept your lips tight. He was not going to win. Chan knew. Just one more… One more joke or pun. He had no idea why but he had to get you to laugh. Be it the snort or an actual laugh, he didn’t care, but he had to hear you laugh again.  Of all the ways he knew to flirt with someone, why did he have to run with these kind of jokes and puns? He felt stupid but it seemed to be working. You were flushed and happy and Chan took that as progress. Chan leant closer still. You made a ‘mmm-mmm’ sound of denial, lips still forced closed gave a shake of your head. So pretty… you thought to yourself as you looked into his eyes. “Why did the baker’s hands stink?” He himself began to blush when he realised how close his face was to yours. His hand moved from below your chin to rest on your cheek. Your face relaxed and you were no longer holding your mouth together. You sucked in your lower lip a little, wondering if he wanted you to answer or not. Was this happening? Over these kind of jokes? He slowly moved his face closer still, a small quick lick of his lips had you feeling a flutter in your stomach, his eyes glittering before slowly blinking. A quick glimpse down to your own mouth then back up to your own eyes.

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it was either going to give up and flatline with smoke emitting from your ears or explode out of your chest like something from a sci-fi movie. Time must have stopped because how else could you take this moment to admire the depth of his brown eyes, or count the faint freckles across his nose and cheeks? Them dimples up close were as deep as the ocean and them lips… You let out a little sigh. Closer still. Were you still breathing? You didn’t know. Could you see yourself reflected in his eyes? You wouldn’t know now; Chan had closed them and tilted his head so slightly. His breathe… gin? Orange juice??... invaded your senses. You’d always liked the smell of oranges. You closed your eyes and felt the ghost of his lips against yours. The butterflies in your stomach were about to start doing a conga. The sound of someone walking and the crinkling of paper made you both look up and Chan’s hand dropped from your cheek. Seungmin was hobbling past you both, streamers wrapped around one foot, dragging behind him as he walked. You looked at Chan, at Seungmin, back at Chan… Seungmin frowned and rubbed his face, causing a round of giggles from you both. “Whah??” He kicked his leg with the streamers attached. Chan giggled. “Seungminnie - My love for you is like diarrhea! I just can’t hold it in!” You tried to hide your face against Chans arm.

“Ah I don’t get you guys.” He rolled his eyes and tried to kick the streamers off his foot again, lost his balance ever so slightly and stumbled towards the hall leading to the bathroom. “Don’t be a party pooper!” Chan called. Seungmin threw his arms over his head in despair. “Let me know if you need more toilet paper!” You hollered as the door slammed shut. “And Happy Birthday!!” Another snort. Chan smiled with triumph, although it was your own which made your snort. He shook his head in an endearing way before pulling you back to his lips. Warm and soft, moving against your own, gently, and slowly. You tilted your head as your noses brushed ever so slightly. Your right arm dragged up his left, stopping at his neck, fingers curling against his hot skin. It was delicate and Chan definitely tasted of oranges. You felt him smile against your lips. “To answer your last...” You said to Chan as you broke apart, slightly breathless. You gave a little sigh and rested your forehead against Chans, not believing you were about to say this after your first kiss with him. “I know the answer. It’s because he kneaded a poo.”

Again, sorry not sorry about the poop jokes. I don't know why it went down that route but yeah. It's done now. If you got this far, you're also immature and I like you. You're my people.

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[mystic-maniac]

Ok so for the 3 people who are gonna look at this thingie bo bingie here’s an introduction I guess (probably should have done this a long time ago)

hiiiii Ellie's the name and being smellie's my game 💪 I use she/her pronouns and I’m pansexual, I’m also a gemini/isfp if you care about that sort of thing for whatever reason idk. I really like stars and anything astronomy related and I love purple whimsigothic stuff its so AGHHHB

Pfps with my art are fine with credit and I'm also completely okay with reposts as wellll Also my asks are open if you wanna ask me something or just say hi. Don't be creepy please im taken

I also have another blog titled @putting-moon-in-places where I put the moon in random places for you TADC fans cuz she's the best character fr (erm actually it's ragatha sorry) and @vices-and-virtues-daily for my p!atd people

Tag guide:

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#poopy mcbutt- stuff I think about

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And yea I’ll just put all the stuff that I like in the tags oh yea woo yeah

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[sharkpupsblog]

😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 6. Liar.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! I have been feeling 💔 real poopy lately so i might . Take a break. 😔 If i do i will announce it on another post :( i want to keep writing but honestly I’ve been real blegh and I think i’m nearing burn out. Anyways i have nothing else to say rn so. Enjoy! :D

Edit: so sorry if y’all saw the draft that posted in the morning . 😭 i thought it was deleted since it didn’t show up scheduled or on my page??? Weird 🤨 anyways so sorry to those who saw it! Here’s the part! Enjoy!

Summary: You lie to Anne and you face the consequence of your action.

Warnings: mentions of feeling sick and mentions of eye contact.

You were never good at lying. Every lie you ever told was always discovered. Most of your lies were harmless. You usually lied about losing your homework or about doing a chore which you didn’t do. One time you even lied about your dad’s robe being cool. You told small lies that didn’t hurt anyone. Except the robe one that one definitely hurt your dad. Usually your lies never hurt anyone, they were small and they were harmless.

Until now… Now you were lying about having never met the druids most wanted enemy. You looked Anne dead in the eye, and you told her a druid took Khaan. You told her a druid whose name you did not know found you in the forest. You told her he took Khaan, and gave you your new mare to make the ride home. You felt guilt set deep in your stomach when Anne smiled at you. She believed you… She believed you were telling the truth. She believed you were being 100% honest with her. She believed you because what proof did she have to back up that you would lie to her?

The leader believed, but her friends didn’t. As you told your story Lisa, Linda, and Alex gave you looks that told you exactly how they felt. Lisa asked you “what was his name?” You repeated that you were too busy making your way out of the forest to ask any questions. Linda asked, “how did you keep the bridle?” You said he had a halter on hand, and when you saw it you asked to keep your bridle. You added that it was too cool to let him take it. Alex asked, “why are you at the docks?” You told her you were walking around in hopes of finding the group. Anne’s friends did not get to ask you any further questions because Anne spoke.

She told you she was sorry about Khaan. You gave her your best fake sad look telling her that it was “okay” and that he was in “good hands.” At least that part was true. You listened to her as she told everyone that since the mission was over it was time to go back to Valedale. Now you were riding side by side with Anne. You felt guilty for lying to her. Really, really guilty so guilty you felt like you were going to be sick. Your only comfort for how you were feeling was your mare. She neighed at you, and she nipped at your pants. She could feel how you were feeling. It did not take a magical bond for her to feel how awful you felt.

You smiled sadly at her giving her a pat on her shoulder which earned you another neigh from her. She was the only horse making noise. All the other horses were quiet. Just like their riders they too were highly suspicious of you. You had an awfully familiar scent of smoke. The scent and your mood only made their suspicions worse. If only their humans had a good nose like them. Then they would know exactly who you were hiding from them. Ever since you left Goldenhills you had all been riding in an uncomfortable silence. That was a full day ago.

The silence was slowly killing you. You were getting closer to your home. You were in the heart of Hollow Woods. You really wanted to ride back by yourself, but Anne said she had to deliver you. If she let you go alone and you got hurt Avalon would never let her hear the end of it. He would surely have her kicked out of the Soul Riders for not keeping an eye on you like she said she would. She couldn’t lose you again. When the silence became too much for you, you asked Anne if you could change the pace from a walk to a gallop.

Luckily for you she accepted. Now you were all galloping through Hollow Woods. When you saw Valedale show up in the distance you let out a sigh. You could not wait to be home. You couldn’t wait to order a pizza, sit down with your dad, and forget everything that happened. Some stuff was good though, so you decided to forget most of it but not all of it. You all slowed your horses as you rode into Valedale. You looked down at your mare giving her a big smile, she let out a whinny.

“You’re going to love Valedale, girl!” You didn’t know if the mare had a name, so you were just calling her girl. You did not see a tag on her bridle like the one Khaan had on his. Did Sabine even name her? Your mare let out a snort. The long ride had drained most of her energy. You comfort her by saying “we’re almost home girl.” When you made it home you got off your mare leading her into the little walk-in barn that belonged to Khaan.

Your dad bought it pre-built. It was set up quickly so Khaan would have somewhere to rest while he healed. Now the walk-in barn belonged to the mare. She stood patiently as you took off her tack and you groomed her. She relaxed as you brushed her mane. After she was all brushed you gave her hay, water, and some treats. She thanked you by licking your hand when you held out the treats. You said goodnight to her, and you headed home holding your licked hand away from you.

You walked inside, and you saw the Soul Riders in the kitchen. You thought they had already left. It looked like they weren’t planning to leave anytime soon since your dad was making them something to eat. It all started with them in your kitchen and now it ended there too. Your feelings had changed though, you went from anger to guilt. What an awesome change. You decided to join everyone for dinner, but first you had to wash your hands.

You laid down letting out a sigh as your sore muscles tried to relax. It was nice to be back in your bed. Nothing beat being back home in your own bed after a long trip. Your dad stood at your door. He smiled warmly at you, and you smiled back tiredly. “Goodnight” he said in a whisper. You replied to him with ��goodnight dad” your volume was a bit louder than his.

Your dad gave you a nod before gently shutting your door. When his steps went quiet, and you heard his room door close you sat up. You grabbed your phone from your nightstand. It was charging, so you had to be careful not to pull on the cord. You opened up the contacts app, and you looked through it. You were really sleepy, so the screen looked like a blurry mess. It took you a while to find the number you wanted.

You pressed it being careful as you pressed the text icon. It was dangerously close to the call icon. You definitely did not want to call the owner of the number. It was late at night it would be rude to call her even if it were by accident. Your phone took you to the texting app. You watched as the little text bar flickered as it waited for you to write a text. You thought about what to write. You did not want to sound super formal… You also did not want to sound too informal… You thought it over for a bit.

When you felt like you came up with something good you started typing. ‘Hi! Meet in Everwind? Saturday?’ it was Wednesday so Saturday was two days away. You felt the text was good because it was short and straight to the point. You felt it was too lame and a bit mysterious, so you added a :) and you also added who it was from. You sent the text, and you put your phone back down on your nightstand. You were about to lay back down, but you were stopped by your phone buzzing. You looked at the screen seeing it light up. A text containing ‘sure’ with a thumbs up and a horse emoji flashed across your screen.

Ty for reading! :D while editing my wifi suddenly went down and everything i had on here was . Deleted. Thats it thats my last straw i am never writing again 💀.

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