#it’s not even lunchtime yet like at all i literally just started waking up but

[actualtoad]

top ten things wrong about summer vacation i don’t have school lunch anymore :(

#it’s not even lunchtime yet like at all i literally just started waking up but #im just thinking about how i don’t get an automatic food anymore #and how that means i will definitely start eating a lot less and just have to deal with that #so #that’s fun #me. my post. mine. #delete later #ed cw #(​kind of. by association)

[distant-velleity]

Sleep Well

Summary: There’s one person who can alleviate Floyd’s boredom.

Word count: 1k+

A/N: i just felt like being a little silly today <3 so here you all go

Weekends without any club practices or shifts are the worst.

Floyd sprawls out on his bed like a starfish, on his back with all his limbs splayed out across the bedsheets. Absolutely bored out of his mind. Really, he’d tried everything, from messing with Jade’s stuff to trying to find new magazines to even giving his stupid History of Magic essay a shot… none of it had done anything to alleviate his boredom. None of it. And he still has too much energy to just go to sleep and skip out on a few hours of the day, which sucks. It’s like the boredom is squeezing him too tightly and yet not tightly enough to make him tired.

He grumbles to himself and rolls onto his side, reaching for his phone on his nightstand. He’s lost count of how many times he’s done this in just the past hour, habitually unlocking it and scrolling through Magicam to find literally nothing of note. Super boring.

A tap to the messages screen, a glance. His most recent DMs have been with the little koi from another world, a few texts exchanged at 11 PM last night.

Floyd stares at the screen for a moment, a distant piece of his mind contemplating.

…Maybe not super boring just yet.

Giving the last message from Yu—“sorry floyd im just gonna stay in tmrw”—little more than a cursory flit of the eyes, he starts typing with one hand.

Koi

koiiii

im bored

have you changed your mind yet

Floyd waits and tries to distract himself for a few minutes, barely succeeding somehow, but there’s no response. It’s not even marked as read.

He frowns, patience already thinning.

koiiiiii

it’s not even lunchtime

what are you doing

are you gonna respond

lil koiiiiiiii :(((((

He waits a little more, even though it’s such a chore. Still nothing. There’s no way the TA is that busy…

koi-chaaaaaan if you dont respond in 2min im coming over

…And still nothing.

Floyd huffs to himself and rolls off of his bed, throwing on clothes that make him look vaguely presentable. Texting Yu and getting no response has filled him with at least enough energy and motivation to get up and march over to Ramshackle out of spite (which probably should’ve been his first course of action to begin with, but whatever!). Like, seriously, even the most entertaining choice is unavailable…

Ugh. At least, in this mood, no one tries to question him or look him in the eye as he makes his way out of Octavinelle.

-

In what feels like way too much time, he finally reaches the beaten-down dorm of the TA and doesn’t even bother with knocking. He just kicks open the door (a little more gently than last time, not gently at all, but he’d knocked it clean off its hinges that time and pissed off Yu to the point of being banned from the premises for a while so he’d rather avoid being deprived of entertainment again) and strolls in. Grace and formality? Never heard of her.

Immediately, one of the ghosts swoops down on him. “Shh!” it insists, pressing a gangly finger to its skeleton teeth for emphasis. “Don’t just barge in here so loudly!”

Floyd glares, letting the schmuck get a sliver of a glimpse at his teeth. “Who are you to tell me what to do? I wanna see Li’l Koi. Isn’t that reason enough to come in?”

“Well…” He’ll give it credit, the ghost doesn’t back down immediately despite all its spectral quivering. “Yu’s sleeping right now, so—”

Floyd blinks, glare dissipating some, but his underlying frustration remains. He’s sleeping? Eh, but I wanna talk to him…

“You could’ve said so from the start. ‘m gonna go wake him up.” He passes right through it and makes his way to the stairs, ignoring some pleas to wait and the other two ghosts who try to spook him into leaving. Which—pfft, weak. You’d think they’d learn after the last few times he came here to stop their attempts at frightening him, but no, apparently not.

“Koooooi~” Floyd sing-songs as he walks down the second-floor hallway, finally free from the ghosts, “can ya hear me?”

Without waiting for a response, unlike earlier, he simply turns to Yu’s bedroom door and opens it. He’s immediately greeted with the following sight: the boy in question hunched over his desk, body sort of swallowed by his oversized T-shirt and shorts.

Ohhh. So the ghosts weren’t kidding.

Floyd quietly steps forward to get a closer look.

Yu is definitely fast asleep, head haphazardly resting on an open book and hair splayed loose from its usual ponytail. His back subtly rises and falls with his shallow breaths. Floyd watches the almost unnoticeable cycle in fascination; it’s so rare to see the TA this unguarded. At least when awake, he’s hyper-aware of Floyd’s ability to take a bite out of him—but right now, though, he’s asleep and vulnerable without any of his usual fear.

It’s kinda cute. Unexpected, but cute.

Driven by a little more curiosity, his gaze shifts over to the thick tome that Yu was studying. A cursory glance at the open pages suggests that the book’s topic is the history of Twisted Wonderland in considerable depth. As if that weren’t telling enough, on the corner of the desk sits a long-cold cup of tea one gentle nudge away from toppling over the edge and spilling. Plus, the fact that the TA didn’t just wake up at the sound of someone calling for him—yeah, it’s easy enough to connect the dots.

He is always saying that he wants to know more about our world…

Floyd chuckles to himself and flicks a strand of Yu’s hair. “Spent all night studying only to crash come daytime, huh? Silly little Koi.” He falls quiet for a few moments, simply listening to the sound of soft breathing, then nabs a blanket from the bed to drape around Yu’s shoulders. “Okay, that’s enough. Better sleep on a comfy bed and not your chair.”

He gathers Yu in his arms, bundling him up in the blanket at the same time, and crosses the few steps it takes to place the little package of koi on the mattress. There’s a little bit of maneuvering involved to get Yu properly tucked in, but he ends up with his head on the pillow and the blanket nice and snug around him, so it all works out.

Floyd kneels by the bed, arms crossed on the mattress edge and head resting on them. He glances at Yu’s peaceful sleeping face—not just glances, looks—for a bit..

“Now you’re making me feel sleepy… Eh, that’s fine, I don’t have anything better to do.”

He closes his eyes with a smile.

“Sleep well, Li’l Koi.”

#kai’s writing #twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #twst oc #yuusona #kai self ships #floyu <3

[princesssmars]

can you do a aki menzies x reader 🥺 please

all the money in the world!

an aki menzies x reader

aki grapples with a rapid influx of popularity, and finds solace in someone who doesnt even know who he is.

wc : 1.227

contains : fluff

a/n : anon. anon. this is so late and i am so sorry 😭 tbf in the first season i did nawt like aki and i was bipolar to him in the second. so i hope this suits your fancy.

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yet again, aki's life was being ruined by his friends.

ok, hes being dramatic. normally the "ruin" comes in the form of being dragged along to some party, or monet forcing him to photograph her and the girls on the steps of the met while they ate lunch.

but this time it was bad.

the day started normally. he woke up, got ready for school, and gave his mom a goodbye kiss on the cheek. meets up with his friends at school. does pretty good on an english test. everything fine.

until they're all getting lunch from some pop-up nearby. he's relaxing at a table, enjoying the taste of his odd fusion cupcake when he hears a giggle and looks to his right, being met with the black of max's iphone. he smiles, used to his friends' antics around lunchtime before gently smacking the phone away.

it was simple. and normal. until he woke up the next day to thousands of notifications. tiktok, instgram, twitter, fucking whatsapp?

and at the top of his lock screen, a little message from max.

the literal devil : oops! :)

so the next two weeks are...rough. max posted the little lunch video onto his socials and it blew up for no reason at all. well, aki knew the reason. he knew he was attractive, he'd had his share of girlfriends and boyfriends over the years. but this was a lot. dozens of dm's on multiple sites, and he didn't even want to know what the comments sections looked like. his normally quaint insta profile of mostly skateboarding and basketball videos now had an infinite stream of girls, guys, and everyone in between thrusting over him.

and then it leaked into real life. girls in his classes leaving notes in his locker, one of his teammates giving him a flirty comment after the game! sure he might've gotten their number, but that's beside the point. aki was a low-key person, and this insane amount of sudden attention was the opposite of what he wanted.

the only place where he doesn't have to worry about any of it is the skatepark. the whole viral fiasco was only mentioned once, with one of his skateboarding friends teasing him about it when they were sitting by the edge of one of the drops.

its a random saturday when aki decides to skate to let off some steam, when he sees some new little jazz cafe only two blocks from it. he isn't a big fan of jazz but decides a quick snack couldn't hurt. he orders a little snack and as he's turning into a girl and spilling her drink all over her front.

he groans out about twenty apologies in under a minute, telling her he'll buy her a new drink and enough to replace her outfit if she needs it. she laughs and assures him its fine, that she was returning her drink anyway. that based on his beaten-down skateboard she wouldn't want to run his pockets dry anyway.

and he laughs. like, really laughs. probably one of the first girls in weeks outside of his friends who hasn't fawned over him and she just called him broke within two minutes of meeting.

you exchange names and he gets your number. he feels like he's walking on air. he can't even find it in him to care that the wheel on his janky-ass skateboard falls off.

he texts you as soon as he gets home. and when he wakes up the next day. and whenever he's at lunch. and dinner. and before he knows it you're texting everyday, graduating to phone calls after only three weeks.

he learns so much about you and vice versa, such as the beautiful and life-saving fact that you don't have social media and go to a school in brooklyn. he's so overjoyed to have someone treat him normally that the tiny little dickhead voice inside of him tells him it would be a great idea to keep his identity from you. and he nearly considers it until you tell him one of your friends recognized his picture in your phone and told you who he was.

great. perfect.

and then the next day some stranger must have taken a picture of you sharing a milkshake on your date because his group chat is flooded with messages. tales of betrayal and disgust and "you sure you don't wanna share?"

he's scared about the idea of inviting you to meet his friends, but you don't seem too worried about it. you tell him you don't care if they're rich and famous or whatever, that at the end of the day, they're just people like you. it makes him feel better if not a little scared.

its decided you'll tag along to some informal dinner party aubrey's mom is hosting, having come into a good deal of money with the boom of her fashion line. it takes a lot of convincing to get aubs to agree to let a 'civilian' into her mom's party. all he had to do was find her some obscure signed book from some swedish author she liked.

and god, was he thankful they all seemed to like you. jordan complimented you bag, leading the two of you to bond over how you both loved some shop down in queens, and once jordan started to warm up to you it was only a matter of time before the others did.

as soon as monet and luna were talking about how your hair 'wasn't as bad as they were expecting', he knew everything would be fine.

now that his friends were off the board, there was only one thing left. to go public.

he could tell you were actually nervous about this, and he was too. while he jokingly referred to his friends as the final boss of dating, he knew that teenagers on the upper east side were much worse.

but, yet again, maximus wolfe just has to interfere.

it was going to be a boring weekend until max told everyone he wanted to go to dumbo. aki was able to extend an invitation to you, and damn was he glad when he sees you in your outfit. it was new, something you'd picked out during a shopping trip with jordan. so he cant really be blamed when he's cuddled into your side while you're sipping into your drink, just enjoying the night with his friends.

until he hears you giggle and ask max what he's doing, opening his eyes to see his camera pointed at the two of you.

"max, no."

"what, im not doing anything!"

the next morning, aki realizes that when max wolfe says he won't do something, he's going to do it.

you send him the link to max's near bare tiktok account, the most recent video having nearly double the number of views as the last one about aki.

its only fifteen seconds long, the camera pointing straight at you as you talk to obie beside you as he tiredly rests into your shoulder. opening the comments he's expecting the worse, until he sees a wall of compliments about the pair of you. well, most about you.

he gets a message notification from th etop of his screen.

yn : well, at least that part's over.

god, he wouldn't change you for the world.

#gossip girl #gossip girl x reader #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl reboot x reader #ggrb #aki #aki menzies #aki menzies x reader

[soil-just-needs-water-to-be]

Chapter 17

Word Count :2296

There’s not much warning needed for this chapter it’s all just talking and understanding unless honestly needs a tag then it’s fine

Matty's POV

I spent a lot of time that afternoon in my room, I'd received a few texts from Ross asking if I'm okay and if I'd told my mum what was up, I told him that everything was good and that my mum knows but that I never told her about the coke use yet because I can't do it yet, As well as that my dad phoned me just telling me that he's proud of me , and that he's always going to be there for me , I'm his son and that he loves me and that he'll speak to me once he's home because I hopes I'll talk to him a bit more I you know all that stuff , and I thank him and chat to him for a bit about what he's up to at work. Later on that day George messaged back

"Good afternoon love , I'm sorry to hear that everything's been all over the place for you today, I know that your struggling but once I'm home we can call again and talk about what happened , I miss your voice and your face", This is when we start Snapchating again because honestly I miss his face too. After seconds of seeing his face appear on my screen and face splitting grin appears on my own face, I sent him back a picture of myself so he can see me, I might not look or feel the best right now but I understand that and he's not going to see me as any different. We snap chatted all afternoon about nothing and everything all at the same time . Right now we're talking about a game that we'd like to play

"Yeh oh my god did you hear that street fighter 6 is going to be out soon, apparently it's got new game modes coming out aswell", Video games is always something I can talk about from dawn till dusk , losing yourself in another world , and if you mess up you can try again another day nothing to be anxious about. Very different from real life.

He snaps right back that smile of his makes everything in my life just feel like it's a million miles away and I don't have to worry about it "didn't it say that it's got like a new mode where your like touring the world and you can play against others online right ?". If he's anything like me this game is going to melt our brains when it comes out , I know it's literally just an online game but I've played every single one, and I love them all, Any new realise melts my brain, I get lost in them for days , there were times when I was younger the guys would come over and we'd cabin ourselves up in my room and we'd play every walk through of the game and make sure we'd find every single hidden gem and watch people play them online. Those were the days, where my mum would come in to make sure we were all okay but we'd be too engrossed in the game to even notice she was there or we'd all be passed out on the floor because we'd been awake for two days straight, my room would be an absolute midden. When there parents came to pick them up I'd sulk for hours, cry to my mum because I'd want them to come back, always been the sensitive kid I guess. Then I'd be so tired that night I'd sleep for hours and wake up at like lunchtime the next day and my dad would spend all day trying to cheer me up. Come to think of it I'd always been sensitive , I know I'd cry about stupid things as a really young kid, I'd built a fort with my dad when I was maybe 4 but when we had to take it down I'd thrown the biggest conniption fit, screamed the place down which in turn caused my mum to have to buy one of those silly little TP tents for my room which I still have now.

A few moments later I get another Snapchat through from George "are you still there love" , I blush at the use of the pet name , I feel like that will always make me blush I then snap a picture of myself and reply

"Sorry darlin , I was just thinking about stuff and got lost in a day dream , but yes I did read that somewhere" I send it off and decide to get dressed , I just noticed the time , Louis will be home soon and probably will want to play for a while. I slide on a yellow T-shirt and some black shorts. Just like I'd said Louis knocks on my door and slides his little head round the door "Mummy said you were sad so I was wondering if you wanted to play angry birds that always makes me happy". He comes in now and climbs onto my bed waiting for me to sit with him.

I skulk over to him and sit next him "come on then show me how to play" , I hand him my iPad and slide onto the bed properly , leaning against the headboard and pull him onto my knee, He easily navigated his way through my iPad finding the game he needs , watching his little hands working there way through the screen.He pauses for a moment to look at me "Why are you sad ?".

I tap his head and play with his hair "it's okay little man we don't need to talk about it , I'm just being silly , how about you show me how to play". The games page loads up. He turns back to it and starts showing me how to play. I know how to play but he loves this game and I love watching him play. George replies midway through this game . I open it he must be on his way home now because he's outside and the sun is shining , brightly into his eyes making them shine "what where you thinking about love". That brings a smile to my face, I snap a picture back of me and Lou he's sat on my knee and he's too engrossed in his little game to notice that I'd taken his picture. It's actually a sweet one, I save it. "Just reminiscing about how I've always been a kind of sensitive guy really, we can talk about it when you call later if you like" . I put my phone down on my bed and pull Lou close to me hugging him "I love you little man"

"I love you too Maffu" , he hands me the iPad means he's struggling with this level , so I take it and I show him how to do it talking him through it "Fanks, you're really good at this , you can do the next one too" , we go through a few more levels together taking turns , George has replied but I'm lost in my time with my little man.

I pause the game after a while "Hey kiddo, do you have homework", I know he's only young but he might have class reading to do and I love hearing him read he's such a good little reader. "Go get your bag and I can help you with it yeh ?"

"Okay", he jumps off the bed , scrambling to go get his bag , while he's gone I reply to George, he's still stood outside but has a joint in his hand "If it's something you'd like to talk about then we can , how's the little man ?" , he's so darn pretty , how can some that looks like a literal angel just be allowed to walk the earth and not have a partner like it doesn't make any sense. The fact that he cares about me and even ask about Lou is also something that I can get down with

I snap back , I'm probably blushing because the picture he sent was really pretty , "I would really like it if we could talk about it , also he's doing grand , we were just playing angry birds , im about to help him with his homework , you look really pretty today by the way George x" , I hope that makes him smile even just a little bit.

He replies instantly he looks to be home now, he's sat on his couch has his headphones in and there's a tinge of red adorning his cheeks and he's smiling "says the pretty boy on the other end of the phone , would you like to call when you've finished with the little man then !?x"

I send him just a quick text this time because I can hear Louis running back up the stairs shouting to my mum that I'm going to help him do his homework "I'd like that alot x" , he send back just a quick alright then I plug my phone in to charge and then loius comes running back into my room "I got it", we end up setting his little books on my desk and he climbs up onto my knee so we can read his book, I remember reading this one when I was his age. He's reading away, he gets stuck on a few words but he honestly does so well , it's only a small book , ten pages at most but I'm so damn proud of him. This grown up little man is going places. The next part of the homework is where the issues began , neither of us a very good and maths it may seems, I'm trying to help him with his times tables as he has to learn them before he moves up to year three , I'm doing my best to try and help him where going through the 8 times table because that's the one he struggles with , and although I'm 17 going on 18 years old , I really should know my 8s but I don't not by heart anyway. I start panicking when I'm trying to explain how to do it, because I can tell he's getting upset about it , again another similarity we have is we both get upset quite quickly over small things , it's stupid how fast I get panicked over this and it's even more stupid how quickly we both get frustrated at it. I do try to keep my cool but eventually after about half an hour where both just frustrated messes and I don't want to see him upset anymore so we pack his things away and I let him go play for a while. I go to talk to my mum. I make my way down the stairs to see that my mum is working in her office but my dads home and sat on the couch flicking through the channels

"Hiya dad", I stand at the doorway slightly flustered, I lean against the door frame. I can feel myself getting a little twitchy but I force it down

"Alright yungun, what's up?", he's looking at me , I can see he's a little bit on edge trying to work out what's going on and trying to figure out if I'm okay.

"I just um came to tell mum something but she's busy so could I tell you ?", after I few silent moments I stride over to the sofa and sit next to my dad. "I think , I may need a little bit more help than mum thinks"

"Why's that yungun", he puts the remote down and sticks it on the arm of the chair. Paying close attention to me now .

"It's just everything stresses me out , small things that mean nothing to anyone, and when I get like that I can't do anything. It's like I try to speak but when I try it's nothing but a squeak in my own head , like I'm living in a house with just three walls and everyone can see me falling apart" . I don't want to cry right now, I can do this , I can have one conversation about how I feel without crying Jesus I need to do it "like everything is changing , there's this pressure in my head that's telling me I need to keep everything the same and not let it change and obviously I can't do that and when it starts getting to much my whole system just shuts down and I feel like I'm gunna explode" , I take a breath that I'd been holding , letting out a sigh at the same time rubbing my hand over the back of my head violently.

"Hey yungun come ere", he pulls me into a tough hug, his strong arms holding me still as I am still trembling "we'll get your sorted won't we, you just need to keep doing this , talking about what's going on"

"I'm trying dad I promise I'm trying", once I've pulled away I give him a soft smile and thank him for listening, on my way back to my room my mum calls through to make sure I have my cheeseburger so I do I pick up the paper bag and bring it up with me and slowly make my way through it, I know it's literally just a cheeseburger and kids eat them but it takes forever to get through, it takes an age actually. I don't feel that great after it, bloated to all hell actually but I guess that's my own fault. I ponder for a while why it's so hard for me to just do things that I'm supposed to do to live bit I think about it for long because if I spiral I won't bounce back for a while

"I'm ready to call whenever you are Georgie x"

#george daniel #matty healy #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975

[losyashkakus]

Lysander Alternative life headcanons (Part 2: meeting)

All right, let's do it this way. The storyline tells us that Candy and Lysander almost broke up after all. But I'm still against that outcome, even though I was inspired by that set of circumstances, so let's add a little clarification that Candy did have some doubts, BUT NOT HARD ONES. I'll also add headcanon that, due to a heavy study load, the last time Candy came to see Lysander was in the spring, for her birthday. After that, there were a number of complications, which will cause them to meet again only now, at the very beginning of September. The headcanons lined up in the plot, and it's a bit like a fanfic... Some almost NSFW things are there!

- We were told that Candy arrived a week before study began. She was going to take care of some paperwork and check-in, leave a few things in her room, and rush off to Lysander's farm.

- But... She was assigned a room, but hasn`t yet been allowed to move in. Such interesting rules they have...

- She called Lys, confirming her arrival time, but was too shy to ask to stay with him until she checked into the dormitory.

- «Did something happen? You sound strange»

«Ahem, some organizational problems, but that's okay»

«You sure?»

«No! Yes! No... I mean... I was allowed to check in the day before school started, and I...»

«Oh»

«That's how it is...»

«You know you can stay with me as long as you need»

«(If I were honest, I'd want to stay with you forever.) I know, it's just embarrassing...»

«Embarrassing? Oh, Candy, you know very well that if you even moved in with me, I would only be happy»

- Yes, Lysander has indeed become much bolder in expressing his feelings over the years.

- Actually, Lysander had said something like this before, but it felt different now that she REALLY could move in with him, spitting on the difficulties of her studies.

- Also, Lys mentioned that Bonnie (that baby goat who likes to sit in his hall) misses her a lot, so she should hurry up. We all know who really missed her a lot.

- I think the farm is close enough to town, literally 30-40 minutes away. And there's a bus to it all the time.

- On the way to the bus, Candy realizes that in her haste she didn`t prepare a gift for him. She runs into the store and comes up with an ingenious idea.

- She had come to visit Lys many times before, yes, but this particular time she was very excited. Maybe this time it wouldn't be so good. She hated long-distance relationships, but somehow coming back from them worried her even more. She was worried that a lot had changed in four years, and the short visits wouldn't show the big picture. Maybe they weren't so suited to each other anymore, and now it would become clear? Lys seems so confident, but maybe he'll realize he was wrong?

- All these stupid thoughts swirling around in her head frightened and annoyed her at the same time. Their relationship had grown so strong in four years, why would she worry so much about nothing now?

- Someone bitten all her lips on the road, while quickly finishing her gift. Poor Candy( - Lysander, meanwhile, was quickly tidying up the house and garden, preparing some farm tasks, he even brushed Bonnie! He was beyond happy that his beloved would live with him for about a week, and now they could see each other all the time. He was so tired of long-distance relationships, he wanted to see her in person all the time, hug her, kiss her, inhale the pine scent of her perfume, carry her in his arms, so tiny compared to him, see her beautiful naked body, give her all the love and passion that he had and just... feel her, you know? He adored watching how beautiful she looked in the rays of a country sunset, how she wore country clothes, his oversized shirts, how she tried to wake up early in the morning with him, even if she was used to lying around until lunchtime. Eating her delicious pies, for she is such an amazing baker. Taking pictures of her when she's playing with animals and being amused afterwards.

- He was so happy to learn that she would be finishing her last year in their hometown. When he found out, inspiration and jitters kept him going for days, and he wrote so much stuff... He wrote her a song, playing along on his ukulele, and he was very worried about whether she would like such a gift. He also prepared a delicious lunch: he cut a fresh vegetable salad, made a delicious homemade pizza, and bought lots of ice cream - he always knew what she liked.

- Usually Candy always walks with her headphones on, but now she was so excited that she raced down the alley, alternating between running and walking fast, without any music. She felt like everything inside her was turning, shaking, exploding. So much emotion, even though she hadn't even seen him yet.

- When she saw the familiar gate, tears welled up in her eyes. Of course, everything was open for her beforehand, and when she went in, the first to run out to her...

- Bonnie? The baby goat began to playfully kick her, demand to be scratched, and make happy noises. Candy began to cry, simply because the whole environment was so familiar... Every time she came here, it seemed to her that every other setting was painfully wrong.

- «You know, when I said Bonnie missed you, I was alluding to myself, though. »

«L-lys..a… I-I..!»

«Ca-a-andy»

- Lysander quickly left the house, hastily pulling off his apron. He wore his work uniform most of the time on the farm, but he always greeted his girlfriend in his beautiful outfit.

- His voice was deceptively calm, but it was clear from his face, his tear-glass eyes, and the trembling in his hands that he was just as moved as she was.

- She flew like lightning into his arms, whimpering. There really was a huge height difference between them, so she habitually jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

- He held her so tightly to him that she felt as if she couldn't breathe. Or was it because his sharp, deep kiss knocked all the air out of her lungs, preventing her from breathing? Or was it from the amount of emotion she was feeling? Candy doesn't know, but she doesn't want to find out. She just wanted to hold him against her endlessly, to taste his lips, to stroke his silky, grown-out hair, to feel his hands running from the back of her neck to her hips and back again.

- The kiss took on a salty taste from her endless tears that wet each other's cheeks. All the anxious thoughts about the relationship, all the worries and fears - everything was flying away faster and faster with every second. Something had to be said, something had to be done, but they simply could not tear themselves away from each other, snuggling against each other, biting their lips, daring tongues to intertwine. Their body language perfectly conveyed all the feelings they were experiencing in this long-distance relationship.

- Lysander, flushed with emotion, was the first to break the endless kiss, staring at her with unblinking, dark eyes of many colors. It seemed to him that she had changed so much in these months of separation that he needed to re-examine every feature of her face, every shade in her eyes (though she hadn't changed much, of course).

- It seemed to Candy that it couldn't get any better, and, shivering, she just pressed her face against his neck, inhaling that familiar scent of lavender and herbs and... freshness?

- They stood like that for a while, unable to tear themselves away from each other without saying a word, until Lysander whispered something in her ear, like, «Aren't you hungry?»

- Of course she was hungry. It was hard for her to think about food all day. In fact, she was hungry for more than just food, and this exchange of quick sparkling glances put everything in its place.

- Lysander, upon learning that she had eaten practically nothing all day, insisted on lunch, and, as usually, he giving her large portions. What a Granny-Lys!

- Bonnie nestled at their feet under the table as they spent hours, uninterrupted, exchanging all the news and worries of the past couple of months without thinking about the fact that they had already discussed it all. They just wanted to talk to each other infinitely.

- At one point Candy jerked back and reached into her bag for his gift. Lysander watched her a little surprised and happy as she pulled out a beautiful...

- «Notebook?»

«Someone lost it, I asked around whose it might be, and they told me it was yours. Don't worry, I didn't read it.»

- He looked up at her with an amorous look, fascinated by such a reference and reached for a quick kiss before opening his notebook. It was slightly larger than usual, lined with dark green velvet and gold trim around the edges. On the very first page was a picture of a cute ghost with differently colored eyes and a slight smile.

- «You know how scared I am of the dark, but I'm a thousand times grateful that I once saw this ghost in the pitch black at school. It was the most frightening, but the best ghost in my life» «Candy...»

- Lysander was melting from the inside out with tenderness, with love, with admiration for his girl. One might think the gift was trivial, but he felt so much soul in it, so much charm...

- He thanked her and sat her on his lap, kissing her gently on the top of her head, and they spent some more time reminiscing about that funny incident in the school basement.

- The sun was nearing sunset, and Lysander had to leave her to do some business.

- Candy went up to his bedroom to lay out her things. She took a quick shower and changed into a nightgown. There was also a separate shelf in Lysander's closet with her home clothes. This idea came spontaneously one day, and they both liked it.

- When Lysander finished with his business and also took a shower, he went into the bedroom. Candy was lying on the bed, scribbling something on her phone, dangling her feet.

- He managed to approach her silently from behind and gently kissed her ankle.

«Heyyy!»

«The ghost has come, and he has a present for you, too»

- Lysander remained in just the long shirt he was used to wearing to sleep, his hair parted, and somehow the whole sight of him made her sigh frantically. He took the ukulele from the windowsill and sat close to her. Candy, guessing, quickly rolled over onto her back and pressed her hands to her heart, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

«If you only knew how cute you are right now»

«If you only knew how my heart is pounding right now...»

- Without answering, he played a few chords. Then came the playback, and finally the words. His voice was always confident, calm, and gentle, but now it trembled a little, and that made the situation even warmer and gentler.

- The song was slow enough, something like a lullaby, telling of his worries, hopes, and anticipation for her. He looked at the ukulele, but sometimes directly into her eyes, and Candy could see how much he blushed.

- It was always easy for Lysander to sing in front of a whole room of strangers, but when it was one person so important to him, it was... different.

- When he finished, Candy sighed convulsively, covering her face with her hands.

«Lys...»

«Yeah?»

«I love you»

«...» «I love you too»

- And it was no longer important where the ukulele was quickly put away. It didn't matter what they were wearing, because the clothes were quickly gone. It didn't matter how difficult this long-distance relationship was, or how much Candy was worried about some nonsense. Everything was superfluous now except the two of them and all the feelings they were giving each other. Fast, then slow, then fast again, passionate, strong, tender...

- All the hard stuff is over, and no matter what happens, nothing can separate them now.

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I finally got to the second part! To tell the truth, I'm just shirking from writing my thesis. Again. But beemov uploaded a page of the AL, and I couldn't help but take advantage of the surge of inspiration.

I hope the text was better this time! I use other translators.

#mcl #amour sucre #amor doce #my candy love #corazón de melón #lysander #mcl lysander #cdm #lysandre #mcl alternate life #my candy love lysander #corazon de melon #mycandylove

[mono-dot-jpeg]

slobbermouths - c!sbi

summary; you, wilbur, and techno were left to deal with the two younger kids of the family, thanks to phil and your father, sam.

genre; fluff, modern family au!, child! tommy, child! tubbo, older sibling! reader

pairing; platonic! tommy x reader x platonic! tubbo, platonic/romantic! wilbur x reader x platonic/romantic! technoblade

word count; 921

[lowercase intended] [gender neutral reader]

a/n; have i ever mentioned how much i love the sbi as family? /j

anyways, the wilbur x reader x techno can be interpreted as romantic or platonic as reader is only related to tubbo in this

age for tommy and tubbo is about 3-4 in this

this may just be the first taste of me doing modern family! sbi, so if i like writing this, there may be more of it.

you loved tommy and tubbo, don’t get it twisted. but the kids were in their very messy phase of life. the annoying messy toddler phase. and unfortunately, you and your two family friends were stuck with them.

“tommy, that hurts!” wilbur whined as tommy was chewing on wilbur’s fingers. “i will literally cry if you keep biting me tommy.” you started to laugh at the tommy’s antics before moving to pick up the blonde.

“okay, that’s enough, tommy. come on, big guy.” tommy babbled your name in response as he latched onto you immediately.

“how do you handle the kids so well?” techno asked as he was sitting on the couch, watching the whole scenario go down. “i can barely handle tommy. let alone him and tubbo.” the mere mention of the other child’s name makes said child start to babble various words as well. while they weren’t completely coherent sentences, it seemed like enough to grab your attention.

“it’s not that bad. tommy and tubbo are sweet kids to me. i’m not really sure how other kids would be like with me.” the two kids cling tight to you, tommy with his arms around your neck and tubbo latched onto your leg. the kids could definitely tell that you were talking about them. they gave you that clueless child stare as you smiled sweetly. “yes, we’re talking about you, you little brats.” you spoke to them as you sit next to techno on the couch, the two younger kids following to sit on your lap.

“y/n can’t fit both of you on their lap, c’mere tubbo.” techno gently carried tubbo onto his lap. tubbo babbled in reply, it was almost out of anger if not for how warm the pink haired male was. techno was always a softie whether he liked to admit it or not. it warmed your heart seeing how much tubbo loved to be with techno. “you get your sibling 24/7, tubbo, it’s only fair that i get them to myself too. you’re still spending time with them too.”

“getting me to yourself? what’s that supposed to me, mr. techno?” you raised an eyebrow at him as the male quickly coughed and wilbur started to change the topic.

“anyways, isn’t almost lunchtime for tommy and tubbo?” wilbur asked. you checked the time. the mentioned kids whined, dramatically wriggling their bodies out of yours and techno’s arms. you quickly readjust tommy on your lap as he huffed at the idea of stopping playtime. 

“well, they can still have a bit more play time, it’s not time yet, i guess i would have to start making lunch though.” you said as tommy squirmed in your arms, not wanting you to leave him. “don’t worry tommy, you’re gonna get your favorite snacks for lunch today! you too tubbo!” you patted the top of tubbo’s head, earning a happy loud tubbo.

tommy seemed persuaded by the idea of his favorite snack, soon getting off your lap to tug on your hand to get up. “i better get started before tommy starts to bite hands again.” you joked. unbeknownst to you, techno was not very pleased with having you leave his side, but he keeps his slight jealously to himself. “wilby, come help me.”

“why do i have to help?” wilbur groaned a bit as you started to drag him to the kitchen with tommy in tow.

“you said it was lunchtime. not me. plus you think you’re not gonna do anything even when your dad and mine are gone?” wilbur lazily leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder. “come on, lazy butt. i’ll get tommy to bite you again if you don’t help me.” you can feel tommy right next to your leg as he starts to tug on wilbur’s pants. “he already seems angry at you, wilby.” you laughed.

tommy and tubbo happily eat at their lunch, being sure to thank you though they have their mouths stuffed with food as they try to talk. “yes, yes, you’re welcome. don’t talk with your mouth full.” you laughed, wiping any food from their mouth. 

eventually they finished and they had to go take a nap. despite all the whining the two kids did, they were quick to fall asleep. you laid on techno’s bed with the kids as they clung onto you like they usually would. “can you please help me?” you whispered to techno.

“i’m not gonna risk waking up the little gremlins just to get you out.” techno muttered, making you huff. “suffer.”

“you’re so mean, techno...” you dragged out his name as his lips quirk up slightly, very amused by you. “i’m gonna take a nap. don’t wake me up until dad and phil come home.” techno hummed softly as a reply. 

“we’re home!” phil and sam entered the home, curious as to why there was barely much noise. “it’s too quiet...” sam nodded in agreement as they walk around the house, searching for the kids. 

“sam! come look!” phil whispered, pointing at techno’s room as he opened the door quietly. sam comes over and sees a very much adorable sight. the three teens laying on the bed curled up with each other while the two younger kids played on the floor quietly. “damn, i thought your kid was totally gonna cuddle with techno more.”

“the heck! no way they would cuddle with techno more! it would ruin my ship with y/n and wilbur.” sam muttered as the other father took a picture of the trio.

#sbi family dynamic #sbi x reader #wilbur dream smp #c!wilbur #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #techno mcyt #c!techno #mcyt technoblade #dream smp x reader #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp #dream smp tommy #tommyinit mcyt #tubbo mcyt #tubbo x reader #dream smp tubbo #mcyt tubbo #tommy x reader

[halfelven]

💝 ik it's obvious but the orange by wendy cope literally always makes me think of the hobbits but especially it always makes me think of a frodo slowly getting more stable and happy after returning from mount doom

the orange

Frodo sits on the grass outside Bag End watching the clouds move slowly over the distant hills. It doesn’t look quite the same as before, but neither then does he. Nothing stays the same forever. He runs his fingers through the grass. The strange thing is, it still feels like he has ten. A phantom finger. But there are a lot of phantoms around him now.

Elanor carries him a crown of daisies.

‘Uncle!’ She puts the crown on him and fixes the flowers around his hair with all the gentle precision of a wild young girl. ‘You’re pretty.’

Frodo smiles. He feels tears in his eyes at the same time, and he blinks them away—it’s just, it’s been a long time since he thought himself pretty. But she does, even with the scars across his face.

‘Thank you, darling,’ he says, and she’s run off again to dance in the buttercups before he can finish.

The gardens of Bag End didn’t look like that before either, with Elanor dancing through the flowers, but he wouldn’t have them any other way. Elanor falls and tumbles down the hill, rolling all the way to the bottom before she springs up to do it over. The green ribbons in her hair—a present from Arwen—look like leaves.

Frodo hears Legolas’s fair elven voice rising up in sudden argument against Gimli’s tale of Helm’s Deep. Well, they’ll argue particulars of that story for days.

Frodo catches himself smiling again at the way the Gaffer’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when Legolas turned up in the Shire. Apparently Saruman wasn’t nearly as impressive.

Frodo rests his hand over Arwen’s jewel. His hand and shoulder both still hurt, but they’re getting better, or he’s getting better at dealing with the pain. Sometimes all he thought he’d ever see were Sauron’s eyes and the emptiness of Mordor stretching out as a waste before his eyes.

They still follow him—in waking and in nightmares—but his memories of what was before grow stronger each day, and he makes new ones. The taste of strawberries is fresh and light and sweeter than anything he could have imagined.

‘She takes after you, somehow,’ Sam says from behind Frodo. Frodo turns to look at him. ‘Elanor, I mean,’ Sam says. ‘She does remind me of you... Picking up after you, I suppose.’

Frodo shakes his head and pats Sam’s leg. ‘Sit down.’

Sam does. He hands Frodo two segments of an orange. The fruit is still half unpeeled in Sam’s hand, and he starts the slow work of working off the peel as he eats one piece and Frodo eats two. The air is misted with the scent of the orange, and Elanor runs up the hill again. She stands beside her father and leans her entire weight on his shoulder, holding out her hand in front of him for her pieces.

Sam gives them to her and then swings her around gently so that she’s in his arms and not ‘crushing him,’ as he teases.

‘Rosie could keep Gimli talking all day about those caves,’ Sam says.

‘Anyone could keep Gimli talking all day about those caves!’ Legolas calls, and Frodo looks behind him to see that Legolas has made his out outside and is up on the roof of Bag End looking at the Johnny Jump Up Violets.

‘Should I save her?’ Frodo asks.

‘I think she’s only heard the story five hundred times and you’ve heard it a thousand, so you’d better not.’ Sam smiles. He looks older than before when Frodo and Sam would sit out in the yard talking about someday going to see Elves, not yet friends with the one stepping lightly over their chimney. Laughter lines are growing on Sam’s face. Frodo would not have those any other way either. He traces a thumb over Sam’s cheek and leans in and kisses him.

‘What?’ Sam asks.

Frodo smiles. ‘Nothing,’ he says and means everything.

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange —

The size of it made us all laugh.

I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave —

They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,

As ordinary things often do

Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.

This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.

I did all the jobs on my list

And enjoyed them and had some time over.

I love you. I’m glad I exist.

The Orange — Wendy Cope

Happy Valentine's Day!!! 💝💝💝 Hyvää ystävänpäivää!!! 💖💖💖

💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀

this poem with Frodo makes me so soft 🌷💖🌸🌿🌻 also their friends were the ones who brought them the oranges from the south!

I am giving you an untitled poem I wrote when I was 13 that I kept thinking about when writing this story

💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀

The sky is blue, the field red, the trees are brown and grey—

they rise high, into the sky—touch it, love it, sway.

The wind is strong, the sun is warm, the clouds are white and fast—

they fly soft across the sky, with forms that never last.

The grass is brown, the leaves unborn, the flowers still unseen—

the earth is waking yet once more for life and spring and green.

And I am young, the World is old, and now is beautiful.

#frodo #sam gamgee #samfro #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #jr2t #elanor #the orange #wendy cope #art #my art #writing #my writing #poetry #my poetry #long post #but tumblr is destroying my ability to format so it's staying long #legolas #frodo being happy is everything #like as someone who related to frodo from a very young age #frodo being able to heal is just... everything #homemadefrog

[sp00kyapricotz]

Send Her to Me: Teen! Kit Walker x Reader

Description: basically high school kit walker is trying to ask y/n out to the dance but everytime he tries to ask her out he keeps on missing her so he asks for his friends to send her to him

Word count: 1,702

Warnings: cursing, fluff? Nothing else that I can think of :)

A/n: I had a lot of fun making this, I’ve been in my 60s/70s phase as of recent so I’ve been listening to a lot of 60s garage rock and this is inspired by “send her to me” by the dark knights which is amazing you should go check the song out expeditiously. This is taking place in November of 1957 btw :)))) enjoy!!! Sorry if this is messy I finished writing this at 3:48 am  which explains lots of the spelling and punctuation errors it’s whatever 

Link to send her to me by the dark knights-https://youtu.be/BJKQks4neiI

It was November of 1957 and it was Kit Walkers final year of high school

He just wanted the stress of all of the work and uncertain future to be over

But there was one thing he would miss, you

He’s had a huge crush on you ever since you were in 9th grade, but only now worked up the courage to ask you out

You were putting your things away in your locker when you saw kit coming towards you

“Hey y/n”

“Oh- hi kit! what class you got next?”

“History. you?”

“English”

“Oh- uh… cool”

“Yeah.cool?” you chuckled

“Um-“

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to-“ he stops for a while

“Would I want to what?”

“Would you want to-“

he gets cut off by a loud bell

“Sorry! I gotta go i can’t be late again that’ll be three days in a row, catch you after this class though?”

“Oh. yeah sure” Kit says almost whispering and looking down at his shoes after waving at you

He went to history, though his attention was on the clock waiting for the next chance to see you

Finally, the bell rang and he went right to your locker, but…you weren’t there

He didn’t know, but you just didn’t need to go to your locker that class, but he knew he’d be able to talk to you in lunch

He went to his friends and asked them if they would send a message for him. He knew at least two of them had that class with you

“Hey- hold on wait, Jimmy tell y/n to meet me at the 6th lunch table, I keep on missing her at hall time”

“What for?”

“Nothing I just wanted to talk to her, if you don’t have her class next ask Henry I know he has the same class as her right now”

“Alright good luck… on whatever crazy shit your doing”

“Yeah thanks” he chuckled and looked down at his shoes

You were in your class when you saw one of Kits friends walking into your class, which was normal. But, he never talked to you in particular

He approached you and spoke quickly and quietly

“Kit wants you to meet him at the sixth table in the cafeteria in lunchtime”

“Why”

“I don’t know? He didn’t give a reason”

“Alright… thanks”

*45 minutes later*

Finally, it was lunchtime and he spotted you sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria,where he told you to meet him

He walked over to the table and sat right in front of you

“Hey what’re you doing here all alone again”

you smiled and put a strand of hair behind your ear

“Sorry about forgetting to tell you i wouldn’t be at my locker, i forgot i didn’t need any books for my class after english”

“no don’t worry about it it’s fine”

“So what did you wanna tell me kit?”

“Oh,uh i wanted to actually show you something”

He walked over and dragged his lunch to your side and sat down

He pulled out a photo from his bag

“Here it is”

He slid the photo to your side

“Oh my god Kit! That’s us! God we were so little” you laughed

“But- how’d you find these i thought you lost all your pictures in the move”

“Yeah, but we found a tin inside of the box with my moms clothes and it had all my baby photos and stuff like that”

“You got any more?”

“Yeah, If you wanna come over afterschool and I could look through them with you. I haven’t gotten a chance to see them all yet?”

“Yeah, of course! we’d have to walk though, i can’t go alone”

“yeah that’s no problem,meet me by the front of the school at around 2:00?”

“K, see you then”

He knew this was going to work perfectly, you would be thinking about the past you guys had and then he’d ask you out and you would just have to say yes

2:00 came and you were out in front waiting for about 8 minutes, he was a little late but he came out eventually

“Sorry i kept you waiting so long. That son of a bitch Mr. Wells made me stay after class for not finishing the test in time”

“No don’t worry it’s okay,it’s only 2:08 you didn’t keep me waiting for that long” you said while smiling at him

“Alright,let’s go- wait did you call

your house and tell them you were coming over?”

“ Uh-yeah I told my mom i’d be home a little late and i’d be at your place for school”

“For school?”

“She wouldn’t let me at any guys house if it wasn’t school related,even though she’s known you since you were born”

“Makes sense” he laughs and looks at you

The cold november breeze made you start to shiver and you put your books close to your chest but it was no use

Kit noticed you were getting cold and gave you his jacket, and even though you told him you weren’t cold, he knew you just didn’t want to seem like you needed anything, so he put it on you anyways

you made it to his house and he got his key out

you went in and his parents weren’t home

His dad was at work, and his mom left a note saying she wouldn’t be home until around 8 as she was out running errands

“Well i guess this is my house for the after noon” he said smiling

You laughed and smiled back

You asked if he wanted his jacket back, but he said you could keep it, so you put it on completely

“So,you wanna eat anything?”

“No, thanks though”

“I’ll go get the box then wait here”

You sat on the couch and heard him coming down shortly after you touched down on the seat cushion

“got it!”

you sat on the floor and the both of you looked through the box and uncovered dozens of forgotten memories

“Oh my god that was your 12th birthday”Kit said pointing to a photo from 1952

“Look at this one we were babies here!” you pulled out the photo form the small stack

“Kit is that you?” you pointed to a picture of him in a bathtub as a baby

He grabbed it and slid the photo under the couch

“No uh- thats my cousin. You won’t see him much because he’s- twice removed? Yeah”

“Yeah sure. don’t be embarrassed you were cute”

“Yeah whatever” he rolled his eyes

“It’s so crazy that we’ve known each other literally since we were born” you say still looking at the pictures

“Well technically…i’m older by a month so since you were born” Kit whispers

“You’re only older because you were born premature” you patted him on the back while getting up to go to the couch

He got up to sit next to you and turned on the tv for background noise

He scooted in closer to you and eventually you found that he had his arm wrapped around you and you were falling asleep

“hey it’s only 4:15, wake up” he tapped your shoulder

“Yeah i know- i just went to bed super late last night and i-“

“No it’s fine- do you want me to drive you home i could use the extra one we have”

“no i uh- i like it here it’s quiet, plus i can’t sleep now. I won’t be able to make it to school tomorrow”

“y/n. Its Friday ?”

“Oh.yeah well still”

“Okay nevermind” kit faintly laughed

You got up to get a snack as you hadn’t eaten for quite some time,then went right back to the couch

You sat crossed on the floor, looking right at the pictures on the wall

You observed all of them, specifically just seeing how much he’s changed over the years

He suddenly spoke out of nowhere

“Hey, so you heard about that senior ball the schools havin in a couple weeks”

“Yeah what about It?”

“You uh- planning on going”

“Probably, I just don’t really have anyone to go with”

“If you want, I could take you. I- I mean it doesn’t have to be like as a date or anything we could’ve go as friends if you wa-“

You hugged him and stopped him from saying anything else

“Thank you so much kit,I didn’t wanna have to go alone.And… yes we could go as a date ”

“Really?” He scratched his neck

You nodded and looked at him for a while, contemplating what you were going to do

You kissed him, out of nowhere

Now, you had just had your first kiss, and he had just had his

It was extremely awkward afterwards, you both just stared at each other and didn’t know what to say

“So uh- what’re we gonna wear” you said, still being in front of him as you were after you kissed him

“ Uhhh- i”

“we could match?” You started to get up to leave

“Yeah, we could match “ he spoke breathily

“I- uh, I gotta go my moms probably worried sick about me it’s” 

you look down to check your watch 

“7:15!”

“I could drive you and take the spare car? It’s kinda cold out”

“Oh yeah thanks sure “

The short 7 minute drive was quiet but lovely and you couldn’t help but stare at him for the whole car ride

You arrived home and quickly  walked to the door

You rang the doorbell and your mom opened the door, she looked pretty pissed but nothing over the top

You turned around and Kit was still there in the car, and your mom moved away from the door

You walked back a little closer to the where his car was  and he said “ come by my place tommorow … for school”

You laughed quietly and whispered “yeah for school… goodnight kit”

“Goodnight”

And he drove away into the distance, back to his house

You went to your room, and got ready for bed, and all you could think about was Kit and the wonderful day you had with him. And about the wonderful day you would have with him tomorrow

#kit walker #kit walker x reader #AHS #ahsfx #ahsfanfiction #ahs asylum

[hxseok-honee]

atlas heart || jung hoseok

>> because hoseok's too lost in his thoughts to see he's not alone <<

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1973, October

“I could have sworn the tracks were around here somewhere… are those it?” Hoseok moves through the Forbidden Forest, the flashlight on his phone guiding his way in his blind search for his most recent obsession. He’s only 13, and he’s well aware that every other normal 13-year-old is fast asleep in their bed this late at night, but he’s never been normal. Crouching low to the forest floor, he holds out his phone to get a better look at the animal tracks stamped into the mud. When he sees that they look vaguely dog-like, he can’t help the cheer of success that escapes him. Only when it echoes through the air around him does he remember just how reckless he’s acting by being out here without having informed Dumbledore first.

The headmaster had granted him access to the Forbidden Forest on strict instructions to always ask permission before venturing into it. Usually, Hoseok would have visited the man, but tonight he’d just gotten so excited about potentially discovering the legendary sentient pack of wolves that he had simply… forgotten about the one rule he’s always supposed to follow. The wind picks up suddenly, and a shiver rips through him violently. He shakes his head, returning his attention to the tracks on the ground and the notes he’d jotted down in his journal beforehand.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll just stay a few more minutes, and then--” The sound of heavy breathing just behind him brings Hoseok’s monologue to a screeching halt, and when he turns to look over his shoulder, he very much wishes that he hadn’t.

Hovering between the trees not too far away is a creature he’d only seen in his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. The werewolf hasn’t seen him yet, and that’s the only reason Hoseok hasn’t started running for his life. It’s sniffing cautiously at the air around it, whining softly every few moments as if in pain. Without even daring to take a breath, Hoseok slips his phone into the pocket of his pajama pants, praying to whatever higher being that might be watching over him at that moment that it hasn’t noticed the flashlight and will continue to remain oblivious to his presence.

Rising to his feet painstakingly slowly, he starts to back away from the werewolf, refusing to even blink out of fear that he’ll miss the moment he’s caught. Pursing his lips together to keep himself from breathing too loudly, he immediately opens them to gasp when his foot comes down on a branch, the snap of it attracting the werewolf’s attention right to him.

In the seconds that follow, Hoseok isn’t sure when he started running or when he started crying, but he’s suddenly stumbling through the forest, his vision blurred with hot tears as he tries to escape. Leaves crunch behind him, alerting him to just how close he is to being ripped to shreds.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to-- there!

Slipping on a piles of leaves, Hoseok makes a beeline for the tree just beyond the clearing he’s currently racing through, having seen its low-hanging branches even through his tears. He screams when he feels something tear the back of his shirt, and he knows that he’s literally within death’s reach. Unwilling to look back, he starts to climb, swinging himself up through the branches until he gets to the stable trunk of the humongous tree. He can hear scratching just below him, and he knows the werewolf is trying to follow. He spares a glance down at the ground when he gets high enough, seeing that it’s failed to chase him up the tree. Hoseok climbs a few feet higher just for good measure and stares down at the creature that’s watching him with predatory eyes. It even goes so far as to howl at him, startling him beyond his current state of overwhelming fear.

Settling into his spot in the tree, Hoseok examines himself, feeling at his torso and limbs with trembling hands for any wounds. His pajama shirt is essentially useless now, but there are no scratches, which is really all he cares about. Watching the werewolf carefully as it circles the tree, he reaches for his phone to call for help, only to find his pockets empty. He'd dropped the damn thing.

“Damn it… looks like I’m stuck here for the night.” Glaring hatefully up at the full moon, he gauges how many hours it’ll be before the sun rises and decides that this might as well serve as firsthand research into werewolves.

For the next three hours, Hoseok watches the wolf dance around his hiding spot, trying with futility every now and then to make its way up the tree to him. Eventually, it howls wildly at the moon, the sound almost pained. Hoseok watches with horror as it turns on itself in frustration, tearing at its own skin with cries of pain and rage. He can only watch for a few minutes before he’s reaching out for anything in the tree that’ll get its attention. Latching onto a branch nearby that’s weak enough for him to break off, he launches it down at the werewolf, yelling out to it angrily.

“Hey! Hey, stop that! You’re gonna kill yourself doing that, you idiot!” The creature glares up at him in surprise, almost as if having forgotten his presence. It snarls at him once, and Hoseok immediately regrets that he’s just reminded it that there’s a meal not even 20 feet above its head. When it sees that it still can’t reach him, it turns back on itself, its skin already torn and bloody.

For the next hour or so, Hoseok plays this game with the werewolf -- throwing whatever he can get his hands on down at it so that it doesn’t hurt itself anymore, and then sitting in fearful silence as it attempts to snag him from the tree. By the time the sun’s started to peek out from behind the mountains, Hoseok is both proud of himself for not letting this werewolf die and in a real state of annoyance for keeping its dangerous attention on him for so much longer than necessary.

When the first beams of light hit his face, he feels an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him, but it doesn’t last long. Below him, there’s a quiet whimpering, and when he looks down, there’s a young girl curled up on the ground, very naked and very wounded. Swearing under his breath, Hoseok scrambles down the tree, stopping short when he turns and sees just how young she is. Despite this girl almost having torn him apart, he only feels sympathy.

It tears at his heart even as he’s removing what’s left of his pajamas, shivering in his boxer shorts as the chilly October air nips at his skin. Doing his best to avert his eyes wherever necessary, he pulls the shirt over her head, cradling her in his lap as he slips his pants onto her body, noting just how small she looks in them. There’s so much blood that, if not for her labored breaths, he wouldn’t even be able to tell if she was still alive.

Lifting her onto his back, he tries so painfully hard not to jostle her as he races through the forest, piggy-backing her across the grounds and into the castle in the faint early morning light.

1974, January

Hoseok hears the crunching of the leaves long before it comes anywhere near him. It’s just around lunchtime -- he’d learned his lesson about wandering the forest late at night. Turning just when the person gets close enough that he’s sure to be discovered, he isn’t prepared to meet the eyes of the same girl who’d tried to kill him all those months ago.

She’s peering out at him from behind a tree, her gaze filled with caution and, quite honestly, fear. Hoseok rises from his crouch, a noise of recognition leaving him and falling into the space between them awkwardly.

“It’s you… you’re okay.” Hoseok remembers staying with her after bursting into the Hospital Wing with her on his back, her blood staining his skin for much longer than he’d care to think about. Once he’d known for sure that Madam Pomfrey could help her, he hates to admit that he’d run straight for his room, sobbing as he’d tried to scrub her blood from his body in the shower before any of his roommates could wake up. Even now, he sometimes stares down at his arms under the burning hot water and thinks it might be pinker than it actually is.

He’d avoided almost everyone from that moment on -- in fact the only person he’d talk to was Dumbledore. He’d demanded to know what the hell was going on at Hogwarts, but even through his anger he hadn’t been able to erase the memory of her, the cries of pain that had left her as she’d tried to rip her heart from her own body. Only when he’d stopped barging into Dumbledore’s office, blind with terrified rage, had he started visiting the man simply because he could think of nothing -- could feel nothing -- but the need to protect her from herself.

“She’s just a kid.” He’d told the headmaster one day, wracked with a terrible sadness. “She didn’t know what she was doing -- she’s just a kid…”

“Mister Jung, why exactly is it that you keep coming to me when you’re conflicted? What is it that I can do to ease your pain?” He’d met Dumbledore’s concerned gaze then, his own eyes wide and watery with tears of frustration.

“I need to do something. I need you to help me help her. Please.”

“It’s you…” Hoseok finds that he’s repeating himself, calling out to her in the softest of whispers, terrified of scaring her off. She inches out from behind the tree, and Hoseok notes that, for a murderous werewolf, she’s shaking like a leaf in his presence. She’s holding a paper bag, refusing to meet his eyes as she creeps toward him. Hoseok only watches with careful eyes, taking her in in the light of the day.

When she’s close enough to reach out to him, she stretches the bag out in front of her, offering it to him. He takes it with care, opening it slowly and peeking in at its contents. There’s a bowl inside covered in tin foil, and when he removes it he sees there’s a serving of pasta, still warm from the Great Hall.

“I asked Jungkookie to keep an eye on you at meal times to see what you liked, but you never eat lunch… so it took a while for me to find out…” Her voice is soft, fearful. The sound of it has him fixating on her again, almost obsessed with this new layer of her that he hadn’t known until now. He has no idea who ‘Jungkookie’ is, but a part of him is relieved to know she has a friend. He opens his mouth to thank her for the meal, but she’s not done talking.

“It’s not much of an apology, but I needed an excuse to say it in person… I’m really sorry for what happened that night… I’ve been trying to gather the courage to face you, and I understand if you hate me for almost killing you…” They stand there in uncomfortable silence, Hoseok unable to respond to such an unexpected conversation. She takes his silence as her cue to leave him be, and, with the slightest tremble of her lips, she turns to leave. Hoseok blinks, stepping toward her slightly.

“Wait, don’t -- don’t go.” She looks up at him in surprise, the expression turning to guarded caution when he reaches into his pocket for something. Catching the change in her body language, he moves slowly, pulling a vial out and offering it to her. Its contents, a milky grey, emit a faint blue smoke which swirls gently in the space between the liquid and the vial’s topper. She takes it from him, examining it with confusion. He explains, stepping ever closer to her.

“I have more in my room… I packed it away so no one would find it. It’s supposed to taste really, really bad, but Dumbledore said… he said it would help.” She gazes up at him, her eyes glazing over with unshed tears as she realizes what he’s gifted her.

“Why are you… why are you helping me after what I did?” Hoseok smiles ever so slightly, crouching so he can sit on the cold ground and motioning for her to do the same. When she’s next to him, he removes the bowl from the bag she’d handed him and digs into the pasta. He swallows hard, offering her the fork as casually as possible when he’s done. He offers it once more when she looks at him in surprise, his smile widening as she finally picks at a noodle carefully before setting it between her teeth.

They sit there awkwardly, taking turns eating his lunch, while he figures out how to answer her. Eventually he just decides not to, asking his own question instead.

“What’s your name?” He knows it, of course -- Dumbledore had told him only after Hoseok had begged to know, but he wants to hear her say it. He wants to know if she’ll trust him with even that much. He’s barely able to contain his smile when it falls from her lips in a whisper.

“It’s Y/n… I’m Y/n.”

1976, May

Hoseok runs a hand down the side of his face, rubbing at his eye with a yawn as he stares down at the endless pile of study material on the table in front of him. With only a few weeks until his O.W.L exams, he can feel himself quickly falling apart from the stress. His only saving grace is the boy that sits in front of him, looking equally exhausted. Yoongi stifles a yawn of his own as he scratches down a few notes on the scroll of parchment before him, only pausing when he realizes he’s being watched. Glancing up through his lashes and finding that Hoseok’s staring quite openly at him, the pale boy flushes with embarrassment. Masking his smile at the reaction he’s gotten out of Yoongi, Hoseok raises a single eyebrow, gesturing at his cheek.

You’ve got ink on your face, he mouths, careful not to be too loud in such a silent, crowded library. Yoongi’s own eyebrows flick up, and he scrubs at his completely ink-free cheek with the sleeve of his sweater. Hoseok glances around at the rest of the table, filled with the group of their housemates that he always finds himself surrounded by, and notes that none of them have noticed this little conversation he and Yoongi are having.

Emboldened by this thinly-veiled privacy, Hoseok leans forward and reaches across the table, catching Yoongi’s attention. Swiping his thumb along the span of cheek where he’d claimed to have seen this nonexistent ink, he lets his hand linger on Yoongi’s skin. He leans back with an easy smile when he sees that Yoongi’s stopped breathing entirely, cursing himself internally for the sudden show of affection. He’s about to return to his work as if he hadn’t just very clearly hit on his own roommate, but a flash of blue passing by catches his eye.

Almost as if nothing else exists, Hoseok’s vision focuses in on a very familiar Ravenclaw, watching as she makes her way down one of aisles in search of something. A quick glance at the date on his phone tells him that the next full moon is less than a week away, and suddenly he’s rising to his feet, completely forgetting about the boy he’s just caused to short-circuit as he wanders in Y/n’s direction.

Keeping his pace easy, as if he’s looking for something himself, he alerts her to his presence with a simple brush of his elbow against her torso. She jumps lightly, glancing up at him before looking away, not wanting to be seen interacting with him. She reaches up for a book on a shelf above her head, but her fingers are barely able to skim the spine of it. Hoseok reaches up for it immediately and, once he’s lowered the tome into her hands, he’s checking his surroundings.

When he knows no one’s looking, he lifts his hand to her forehead, feeling for her temperature while she still faces inward toward the bookshelves. Grimacing at the warmth, he lowers his hand to her throat, pressing two fingers into her pulse point. It’s thunderous under his touch, about as fast as it usually gets right before the full moon.

Releasing her, he positions himself in the opposite direction as her, leaning against the shelves as he thumbs through a random book. After a moment, he lifts his gaze, meeting her eyes and breathing out deeply when he sees how bloodshot they are. She looks exhausted, her expression hazy and disoriented enough that Hoseok almost steps in to steady her, forgetting that they’re in public.

Guessing that he’s been here too long, Hoseok offers Y/n one last squeeze to her hand as he passes her on his way out of the aisle. It’s only when he takes his seat and takes out his phone to text Jungkook that he remembers how, not even five minutes ago, all he could think about was the boy in front of him. It seems silly to him now, stressing over a schoolboy crush when he’s got so much more to worry about.

1977, September

“H-hobi?” Hoseok looks up from where he’s examining animal tracks, his eyebrows raised with amusement when Y/n comes into view. She’d only just called him that nickname for the first time over text not 15 minutes ago -- he can’t help but find it endearing that she’s testing the waters in person.

“Hey, you.” She’s holding two paper bags, their lunches likely packed by house elves so she could avoid the Great Hall. Hoseok beckons her over, pointing at a fallen tree trunk not far away for her to sit on. She perches on it quietly, setting his lunch down next to her for whenever he gets hungry. He can tell by the cautious way she’s eating that she’s trying her best not to disturb him, and he can’t help but snicker under his breath. He glances up to meet her confused gaze before returning to the animal tracks, his smirk well-placed.

“You get invited to a nice lunch by a friendly housemate, but instead of awkwardly sitting with Park Jimin and his friends, you choose… to sit awkwardly with me in the forest.” He doesn’t need to look up again to see that she’s probably blushing, always embarrassed when he mentions how shy she still gets when she’s alone with him. It never happens when they’re texting or talking on the phone -- almost as if not physically being near him gives her courage, she shows him her true self in those moments. But when they’re alone like this, Hoseoks feels the effect that his presence has on her.

It’s been years since they’d first met, but Hoseok can tell Y/n still feels guilty and indebted to him for the night she’d almost killed him.

No matter how many times he’s tried to free her of that feeling, tried to reassure her that he’d forgiven her long ago, she inevitably becomes nervous every time they’re together. It almost makes Hoseok feel like they’d never get past it, and for that, he worries. He knows he’s not Jungkook -- boy, does he know it -- but no amount of teasing seems to ease the concern he feels when he sees how uncomfortable she is around him. Sometimes, the thought crosses his mind that maybe he shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. At least then, she wouldn’t have to face her guilt every time she meets his eyes.

“See, Moony, we told you Hoseok would be out here! Good man, predictable as always.” The sound of four pairs of feet heading in their direction has Hoseok rising to his feet, ready to greet the newcomers. He smirks when Sirius and James crash into the clearing, followed closely by Remus and Peter.

“Boys -- welcome to my little corner of the forest.” The Marauders greet Hoseok easily, their attention only drawn away when they see Hoseok’s not alone.

“Y/n! What a nice surprise!” Sirius calls out to her with a boyish grin, to which she only offers a shy smile and a wave. Lupin peers around Hoseok, smiling kindly in Y/n’s direction.

“Alright, Y/n?” Hoseok can practically feel the embarrassment radiating off of Y/n behind him, her crush on the older boy painfully obvious.

“R-remus, hi…” Sirius and James share a knowing glance, offering the same look to Hoseok when they’re done. He only rolls his eyes playfully, causing them to break out in matching smirks at his reaction. Deciding that he should maybe save Y/n from all the attention, Hoseok addresses them.

“So, what can this lowly Slytherin do for such high-ranking Gryffindors?” Sirius claps Hoseok on the shoulder good-naturedly at the remark.

“If only all Slytherins were like you, Jung. You’re one of a kind.” Hoseok only nods at the compliment, glancing at Remus for the answer to his previous question. The boy smiles tiredly in response.

“We were hoping you’d be able to help me out this month… our supplies are running low, and we can’t make enough for my full dosage.” Hoseok hums, thinking about the potion kit sitting under his bed. After a moment, he nods.

“I think I’ve got enough to spare this month. I’ve noticed there’s a shortage of certain ingredients recently, so it would be hard for you guys to get restocked in time. Let me know what you need.” He says it with finality, knowing how hard it would be on Remus this month without the wolfsbane potion. Lupin smiles gratefully at him, pulling a list from his pocket and beckoning Hoseok in to peruse it with him.

In the midst of jotting down notes in his phone for later, Hoseok hears when Sirius and James shift their attention to the girl still sitting on the tree trunk quietly. They call out, Sirius motioning out over Hoseok’s shoulder at her.

“Y/n, why are you so far away? We’re not strangers, you know!” Hoseok can tell it’s a very obvious ploy to get her to stand closer to Remus, but he ignores their antics while he focuses on the list of potion ingredients. Y/n doesn’t respond, and Hoseok thinks maybe she’s politely declined their invitation to join them, but a gentle tug at the back of his shirt alerts him to her presence.

Pulling his gaze from the list just long enough to glance over his shoulder, he finds her there, peering out at the Gryffindors from behind his shoulder. Hoseok knows from experience and years of friendship with Y/n that she can certainly hold her own -- she’s a werewolf for fuck’s sake -- but in this moment she looks so… small. Hoseok definitely has the height, but the pull of her hand on his shirt and the way she seems to cling to him -- it makes him feel like a wall between her and the world. Even in front of her childhood crush and his friends, people that have proven time and time again to be her allies, she’s won't face them head-on.

Humming contemplatively, a slight smirk growing on his lips, James shoots Hoseok a nod of acknowledgement at the display.

“It seems Y/n has more than just Jungkook to protect her.” The grip on the back of his shirt tightens, as if to tell him that she doesn’t like the attention she’s being given. Years of hiding from everyone and anyone who could possibly look her way had made her anxious person, and Hoseok knows she’s not comfortable. The Gryffindor's comment bounces around in his mind as he realizes that, despite how nervous Hoseok makes her, James is right. Y/n has deliberately put herself behind him -- it’s not that he’s conveniently in the way, a wall without purpose. Hoseok knows that he probably could have seen this long ago, that he's been too stuck thinking of his presence as a burden to her to see this simple truth.

That she needs him.

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #atlas heart

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 18)

Chapter 18 - Is this a bad start?

Word count: 5.4k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hello! How is everyone doing? It’s July already wow how time flies ><. Also, here’s Chapter 18! I miss you all and I hope you all enjoy this one 🧡

The next day came, and it was officially your first day as a proper tutor for the YG staff that were assigned to you. You were excited for your very own session with your small group so today you arrived at work a little early.

Opening the door of your assigned meeting room, you skipped happily towards the end of the table that was directly in front of the whiteboard. Placing your bag onto the table, you took out your small bottle of perfume and started spraying the perfume at the corners of the room to get rid of the dry and unoccupied dust smell.

“I wonder if this room was ever used, like, ever,” you said to yourself since you’re pretty sure no one has used this room before.

You exited the room and stood near your new favourite spot since yesterday, the railings in front of your meeting room. You leaned against it, scanning the interior of the building and waiting for the staff that were supposed to be in your group.

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 Treasure Dorm #1

“It’s almost 9am, where’s Junkyu??” Hyunsuk asked, a little concerned that he hasn’t seen Junkyu leave his room yet since they were supposed to leave early for a schedule at 10am today.

Haruto shrugged as he munched on the piece of banana in his hand, his hair uncombed and a little wet from his shower earlier.

Yoshi entered the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water. He was dressed in his white graphic shirt with khaki loose pants paired with his black beret.

“Hey, Yoshi, did Junkyu leave his room yet?” Hyunsuk asked.

“Oh? I’m not sure, I didn’t check,” Yoshi answered, pulling out a piece of banana for himself as well.

“Aigoo that kid. I’ll go check on him,” Hyunsuk sighed as he left the kitchen.

Hyunsuk walked up towards Junkyu’s door and knocked on it several times. “Junkyuuuu. Junkyu-aa, wake up! We have a schedule at 10 today! You better get up and get dressed,”

Hyunsuk waited for while, waiting for a response from Junkyu.

“Junkyu?”

He knocked again onto the door, this time a little louder.

Hyunsuk sighed. Might as well just enter this guy’s room, he thought.

Hyunsuk twisted the doorknob and entered the room,

“Kim Junkyu—”

Hyunsuk stopped himself when he saw that Junkyu’s bed was empty. His pyjamas were laid on his gaming chair, which meant that Junkyu had already gotten up and got dressed too.

Hyunsuk looked around the room, making sure that this boy wasn’t really there. When he was 100% sure he wasn’t just imagining Junkyu’s absence, he headed back towards the kitchen to where Yoshi and Haruto were.

“Hey guys, Junkyu isn’t in his room.”

“Huh?? Where would he go this early??” Haruto asked.

“Beats me,” Hyunsuk shrugged. “I’ll give him a call to see where he is,”

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 YGE Building (3rd Floor – Practice Room)

Junkyu paced to and fro in his group’s usual practice room. The air conditioner was on but Junkyu still felt restless.

He stopped walking around the room and decided to lay down on the floor. The cold floor touches his arms and Junkyu sighed out loud.

Now, why was he here so early? Sure, they were going to have a short recording for their Treasure Map episode at 10 later, but him being here 2 hours early was something rare.

Junkyu stared at the ceiling above him. Thoughts running around, making him more restless.

Junkyu groaned out frustratedly. He couldn’t sleep last night, he couldn’t bring himself to eat anything this morning, well, let’s just say he couldn’t seem to do anything because he kept thinking about his conversation with Jihoon the other day.

“Agh, this is killing me!” He yells as he sat back up onto the floor.

“Do I like y/n? Or do I not like her? Is she annoying? No….but she makes me feel weird about myself so—that means I don’t like her, right?? But then again, if I do like her…what would happen?”

That’s right, Junkyu had started arguing with his own thoughts, trying to convince himself that he doesn’t like you that way. Maybe he likes looking at you, that’s all.

Junkyu stared at his reflection in the mirror opposite him. His eyebags were showing today, and his hair looks dishevelled too.

He shook his head and started combing his hair with his fingers, trying to make it look neat like always.

“I probably just need some air,” he mumbled to himself as he stood up.

Tugging his BonBon hoodie on, he took a deep breath as he opened the door of the practice room.

His eyes were greeted by the railings in front of him. He instantly remembered how he was simply resting there yesterday and he suddenly noticed you leaning against the rails on the floor above. He remembered how surprised he was to see you since he didn’t expect you to be anywhere near their practice rooms.

Well, technically, you weren’t close, but this was as close as it could get to him.

Junkyu remembered how he decided to just stare at you yesterday, how his heart beat quickened every time you made small movements like fixing your hair or how you closed your eyes for a minute or two before getting surprised by Chani who appeared out of nowhere in his opinion.

His foot stepped forward towards the same spot he stood yesterday, eyes slowly glancing up…to see—no one on the floor above.

Junkyu felt himself breathe out a breath of relief. He chuckled to himself, thinking how crazy he felt for being so bothered by you, someone he barely knows.

Suddenly, Junkyu’s phone rang from his pocket and he pulled it out to see who was calling.

“Hyunsuk-hyung?”

“Hello?” Junkyu said as he answered the call.

“Ahh, sorry hyung, I got up early today so I thought I might as well just leave for work early today,” he said into the phone.

“Yes, I’ll see you all later. Bye,”

Junkyu shook his head as he kept his phone into his pants pocket again after the call ended. He should’ve at least informed his dormmates that he left early, he thought. He must’ve made them worried about him just now.

Junkyu leaned back towards the railings again, wanting to rest for a bit and maybe get some air before he enters the practice room again.

His eyes roamed around the floor opposite him and slowly, he raises his head to look at the floor above.

And right at that moment, he felt his breath hitched.

He felt his body stiffened up and he couldn’t even turn away no matter how many times he kept telling himself to do so in his head.

Instead, he kept staring.

He kept staring at your figure, that was staring back at him from above.

He could see your eyes, slightly widened, probably as shocked as he was to see you there.

The both of you knew that you both were making eye contact, so there was no way to pretend this isn’t happening, he thought.

He tried blinking his eyes a couple times.

Slowly, he raised his hand and waved awkwardly at you.

He notices your gaze towards him relaxing and then slowly, he sees your soft smile forming on your lips. You waved back at him as you smiled.

Junkyu felt his face heat up, and he stopped waving at you.

That’s right. He couldn’t do this. This was too much for him to handle.

Clumsily, he backed away from his spot and he ran back inside the practice room.

As he closed the door behind him, he placed his hand on his chest. His heart was pounding so fast he could literally hear the sound beating in his ears.

He walked back towards the middle part of the room, plopping himself onto the floor to rest.

His eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror in front of him, and he noticed, his face red and his hands slightly shaking from what happened earlier.

Junkyu couldn’t get the image of you smiling back at him with that pretty smile of yours out of his mind.

He’s always thought you looked pretty when you smile. He rarely sees you smile like that when he’s around, but he had always noticed this pretty smile of yours when you were around Hyunsuk or the other younger members.

But today, for the first time, Junkyu felt like he had seen you smile the prettiest smile ever. And it was for him.

Junkyu looked at his reflection again.

“No way…Kim Junkyu…you do like y/n,” he said to himself.

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 You were kneeling down to peel off the sticky paper that you noticed was sticking out from underneath your heels when you heard a phone ringing. You checked your skirt pocket and surely enough, it wasn’t your phone that was ringing. Then whose phone was it?

You stood back up and your eyes unconsciously looked over towards the other side of the building since you sensed that someone was there.

The ringing had stop and you saw on the other side, a floor lower than you, was a guy talking on the phone.

You continued staring at him because something about him seems familiar. Especially that hoodie design… You tilt your head, trying to figure out who that person is.

And just as you were leaning forward towards the railings to continue staring at the guy, he stopped talking on the phone and was looking in your direction.

That’s when both of your eyes met.

You weren’t expecting it to be him at all, hence, you were clueless on how to react. Instead, you just continued staring at him in shock.

Well, to be fair, he looked just as surprised as you were too.

You saw him slowly raising his hand and waving at you, and that’s when you felt more relaxed.

Okay, be cool, y/n. Why are you acting all nervous? It’s just Junkyu. Just raise your hand and wave back at him.

You waved back at him and smiled at him. That’s right, girl! Just smile and wave, just smile and wave.

But then, you saw Junkyu’s expression stiffened and then out of sudden he dashed off into the door behind him, almost tripping at it too.

Your hand still in the air, you frowned. You felt confused as to what just happened.

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 YGE Building / Lunchtime (Cafeteria Balcony)

You were resting your head on the table, eyes closed and enjoying the quiet surroundings when suddenly a voice startled you.

“Y/N! WAKE UP!”

You furrowed your eyebrows and lift your head up to see Chani with a tray full of food in his hands.

“What is it? Why are you being so loud??” You asked him, shooting him a glare.

Chani placed his tray onto the table and pulled out the chair opposite of you. He lets out a heavy sigh and pulled his drink closer to him so he could sip on it.

Still shooting him a glare, you waited for him to explain why he woke you up from your short relaxing nap.

Chani wiped his chopsticks with the serviette he had gotten from the cafeteria earlier and started mixing his rice with his side dishes. His eyes glanced up to look at you.

“Now, the real question here is that—why aren’t you eating anything,” he said matter-of-factly, making you roll your eyes at him.

“I’m not hungry. Now shut up and let me go back to napping,” you huffed as you rest your head onto the table again.

Chani clicked his tongue and decided to pull your hair so that you wouldn’t go back to napping.

“Ow! Hey, what gives??” you said, half-yelling. Your hand rubbed your head at where he had tugged your hair earlier.

“No way. I’m not letting you nap. You still have 4 hours left of work and you need the energy from food, not from sleeping! You can sleep at night later on,” he nagged at you.

You grumbled back at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll go get myself some food.”

Chani eyed you and you shifted in your seat slightly.

“Okay fine, you got me. I’m not getting up to get any food. To be honest, I’m not in the mood to eat anything right now, Chani,”

Chani stared at you for a while before letting out a sigh. “Okay then. Don’t get up then,”

“Thanks,”

Chani spooned some rice from his bowl and lifted it up to your face.

“What?”

“Eat some from mine then.”

You sighed. “Chani I told you—”

“I know, and I’m not telling you to go get yourself a full course meal from inside. Now eat up before I start another series of nagging here,”

“Okay, okay! Sheesh, you’re pushy,” you muttered as you leaned forward and ate up the food from his spoon.

“Good girl.” He smiled at you before he starts eating his own food again.

You looked away from him and chewed on the rice in your mouth slowly.

Chani continued eating a few spoonsful before he asked you, “Hey, is everything alright?”

You swallowed your food and pointed at his drink, in which he nodded at you, implying that he’s letting you drink it.

You grabbed the glass and took a big gulp from the drink.

“Whoa there, slow down, that’s still mine,” he reminded you.

“Sorry,” you said as you placed his glass down onto the table again.

“Uhuh, sure. Now, what happened? Why do you look so glum?”

“I don’t know Chani…today…didn’t really go as I expected it to be…”

“What? But you were so excited about today! I had to listen to you talk about your whole module plans for a whole 15 MINUTES yesterday!”

“It’s just 15 minutes, Chani. Don’t make it sound that bad,” you scowled at him.

“15 minutes of you talking about something I have no interest in? It felt like I was in prison, y/n,”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Whatever, Chani.”

“Ugh, look at you and your grumpy attitude. It’s like our first lunch together all over again,” he chuckled.

You pushed your hair to the back of your ears and sighed out heavily again.

“Hmm,” Chani said as he chewed on his food. “Let me take a guess. Your group members are all uncooperative,”

You shook your head.

“They all slept throughout your session?”

“Nope.”

“Oh my god.” Chani dropped his spoon into his bowl as his eyes widened. “DID THEY HARRASS YOU??”

“Shh! No! Now chill! You don’t have to shout!” You said, trying to calm him down.

“I mean, you were all glum! What else could it be??”

“Chani—nothing happened today, okay??”

He scoffed at you. “Puh-lease. Nothing??”

“Yes, NOTHING.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yes, Chani. Nothing happened! You know why? Nothing could happen, since there was no one in my group!” you said, your eyes tearing up at this point.

Chani saw your frustrated expression and stopped for a minute.

You blinked back your tears, not wanting to cry in front of your friend. You reached out to grab Chani’s drink and sipped on it slowly, your eyes avoiding his.

Chani stared at you, his face filled with confusion. “Just how…Wait, what do you mean you have no one in your group??”

                                                                  *

 “Teu-bye!!” All the 12 boys said as they waved at the camera.

“And, cut! Good job, everyone! You’re all dismissed!” the director said to everyone in the room.

The boys thanked everyone in the room before they took off their mics and proceeding to pick up their bags from the back of the room.

“Hahah! You have some flour on your hair!” Jihoon said as he dusted off the flour stain off his best friend’s head.

“Speak for yourself, you have some colouring on your shirt,” Junkyu pointed out back at him.

Jihoon looked down and noticed the red spots on his shirt. “Aw man. That’s not gonna come off easily.”

Junkyu chuckled at his best friend. “Where are you headed later? You don’t have any schedules, right?”

“Nah, we can all head home now. I checked everyone’s schedule today. The only thing we had today was TMap recording.”

“Okay. Wanna go grab some early dinner?”

Jihoon slip on his bag on his shoulder and nods at Junkyu. “Sure. I’ll ask the rest if they want to join as well,”

Junkyu nods at this. “Sure. I’ll wait outside.”

                                                                *

 Junkyu watched as his best friend jogged towards him.

“The rest said they’ll just order from home. I guess it’s just the two of us.”

“Alright then.”

Jihoon wrapped his arm around Junkyu’s shoulder. “So, anything you have in mind?”

Junkyu shrugged. “I don’t know…maybe some garlic tteokbokki?”

“Aigoo, that again, huh? Sure sure,” Jihoon said as he grinned.

Junkyu smiled back at him and the both of them headed towards their usual tteokbokki spot not far from their apartment complex area.

                                                                *

 After their super early dinner, Junkyu and Jihoon decided to just walk back to their apartment complex since it wasn’t too far from their dinner spot earlier.

As they leisurely walked home, the both of them talked about the incidents that happened during their recording today, mostly all the funny moments.

“Did you notice how Doyoung accidentally whisked Asahi’s team’s batter instead just now? Because of that, his team had to rush and work on their batter extra time!” Jihoon said as he laughed out loud.

Junkyu too, laughed at this. “No wonder his cake didn’t bake in time!”

“Oh, oh, Hyunsuk’s cake! He wanted to mix blue and red colouring to make purple frosting but he accidentally poured green instead of blue!!” Junkyu added, still laughing.

“Huwaaaaaa my cake!!! It’s all smurfed up now!!” Jihoon imitated Hyunsuk’s wails from their recording earlier.

“Hahahahaha! You sound exactly like him!” Junkyu laughed harder.

The both of them enjoyed talking and laughing until they reached the front gate of their apartment complex.

Jihoon suddenly stopped walking.

“Jihoon? What’s wrong?” Junkyu asked.

“Aish! I forgot to buy some bread for the kids in my dorm! I totally forgot we finished up ours this morning,” Jihoon answered.

“Ahh. Do you want to run back to that convenience store down the block? We can go back there,”

Jihoon shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. I can go on my own. I’m pretty sure you’re tired too, right?”

Junkyu shrugged at this. Honestly he doesn’t mind it if Jihoon had wanted him to tag along.

“It’s fineee! Now, hurry back. Get some rest,” Jihoon said, his eye-smile showing.

Jihoon immediately walks off outside the gate of their apartment complex and as he went, he managed to turn around and tell his best friend to proceed going home another time.

Junkyu watched as his best friend’s figure got further and further from his view.

Shrugging to himself, he continued walking towards the front part of his apartment block.

                                                                  *

 You smiled as you waved goodbye towards the cats that you had just fed.

One of the cats purred loudly and started rubbing its head at your leg and you giggled to yourself, thinking that this act of clinginess was just too cute to resist.

“Okay fine! 5 more minutes, and then I’ll head up, okay?” you said as you kneeled back onto the ground, watching over the cats that ate up the wet food you had bought on your way back from work earlier.

You petted the clingy cat and smiled at them all, feeling at peace after what had happened today.

Truthfully, you had felt a bit down since no one had entered your meeting room at all today.

Did they get lost? Were they not informed of you being their tutor??

These thoughts kept running in your mind the whole day.

At first you thought that maybe these staff had another meeting to attend and that maybe they would show up for your session after lunchtime, but alas, you literally spent the whole day staring at your own reflection in your meeting room and with no one else at all with you.

You sighed as you stood back up from your position earlier. The cats in front of you stopped eating and glanced over at you.

“I hope you enjoyed the food,” you smiled. “I’ll come back tomorrow, okay?”

You turned around to head back towards the front entrance of your apartment block, which was only a few steps away from where you were since you were just feeding the cats at the side of the entrance.

As you got close to the front entrance, your eyes landed onto a familiar figure walking up towards the entrance as well.

The both of you stopped in your tracks, both making eye contact with each other now.

“Y/n?”

“Junkyu,”

                                                                    *

 The both of you stood in front of the elevator doors, waiting for the elevator to come down from the top floor of the building.

The both of you decided to just wait for the elevators together since you both had bumped into each other. It’s not like any of you could run off, right? Because that would have been super awkward.

But then again, as you stood there beside him, his tall height looming beside you, you felt small and awkward. Maybe it’s because it’s never been just the two of you alone, you thought.

As the both of you stood there in silence, you subtly looked at the guy beside you, noticing that up close, this close, Junkyu looked like one of those perfect dream boyfriends that people would go crazy for. Okay, let’s just admit it, Junkyu is indeed a good-looking person. You wouldn’t deny it, when you first met Junkyu, you thought he was indeed handsome. But then, you also knew that the both of you never really talked much to each other. You had always been close with the other members, but Junkyu? It’s almost like as if there was a wall built in between the both of you.

Why is it like that?

“It’s on it’s way down now,” his voice said, startling you.

You immediately looked straight at the elevator doors, hoping that he didn’t notice you had been staring at him for the past 5 minutes.

“Uh, okay. Thanks,” you muttered under your breath.

Again, your mind went back to thinking. Why was it that among the rest of the members, Junkyu was the only person you had trouble being friends with? Are you both that different from each other?

But then, you suddenly remembered how cold Junkyu had treated you at times. Sometimes you notice him giving you looks that showed how much he despised you, but then again…sometimes, he acted normally around you. Like today. He waved at you today, didn’t he? That’s not a sign of him hating you, no?

DING! The elevator door opened up in front of the both of you.

The both of you entered it at the same time.

Junkyu stood at the side, near the buttons panel.

“6th floor, right?” Junkyu asked.

“Y-yeah. 6th.”

Junkyu reached out his finger to press the 6th and 16th floor buttons.

“Oh? Green,” you said in all of a sudden, making Junkyu turn around to look at you.

“Wha…t?”

“Oh, sorry. I mean, uh, your hand. It’s green,” you stammered. You lift your finger to point at the green coloured stain on his hand.

“Oh, that,” he said. “We had a bake-off for our TMap recording today,” he chuckled.

“T…Map…?” you asked him, not understanding the abbreviation.

“Treasure Map,”

“Oh! Yeah, that. Your show,” you said to him.

Junkyu nodded at you and then the both of you kept quiet again.

“Have you ever seen TMap?” Junkyu asked, in all of a sudden.

“Uhh, well, to be honest…no.”

This made Junkyu turn his head to look at you, a shocked look on his face. “Not even one episode??”

You shook your head. “No…I mean, don’t get me wrong! I know who you guys are, I’ve listened to your songs and I love your songs but well, I never got the chance to watch any of the episodes because well, I don’t watch videos much…”

This made Junkyu blinked several times, his face showing that he was thinking hard, trying to understand what you said.

DING! The elevator stopped at the 6th floor.

The door opens and you slowly made your way out. Junkyu, oblivious that this was your floor and not his, followed you, walking by your side.

“Wait, if you don’t watch videos, what do you do when you have free time??”

“Well, I read books, listen to songs, clean the house, take walks…” your voice drifting when you realised how Junkyu might be seeing you as a pretty boring person by now.

“But you have a TV! Don’t you watch anything on that thing??” he asked, still baffled with your sense of entertainment.

You stopped in your tracks. “Well, the TV… I well, I… I don’t really know how to work it…”

Junkyu shot you a weird look. “What?”

“It’s difficult to figure out the stations! There’s the mode, the channel, the freaking satellite button, like, which ones should I press anyways??” You complained, slightly in a nagging voice.

Unconsciously, Junkyu grinned at your complaint. “Look, you could’ve asked us you know. We’ve been over to your house couple times now,”

“And look like an idiot? Uhh, no way,” you scoffed.

Junkyu smiled a little at your response.

You looked around you and realised that you had been stopping for a while now and that you were only couple doors away from your apartment unit.

“Oh gosh, this is my floor,” you said, slightly embarrassed as to how you had made Junkyu followed you until here.

“Oh, right. I forgot we don’t live on the same floor,”

You nodded at this. “Well,” you huffed. “This was nice…Junkyu. Thank you for walking me up to…my floor?” you chuckled, not knowing how to describe the situation you both were in.

Junkyu pursed his lips and smiled at you with his cute smile. “Sure. I’ll see you around then. Bye,”

You walked in front of him and turned to wave at him.

Junkyu raised his hand and waves back.

“Oh, right! I still have your shirt with me,” you called out to him now that the both of you are further away from each other.

“Nah, you can give it to me some other time. I better be heading home now.”

“Okay. Bye Junkyu!” you said with a smile.

“Bye!” Junkyu waved at you as he entered the elevator doors again.

As the elevator doors closed, Junkyu breathed a sigh of relief. He felt…less nervous?

When he bumped into you earlier, he was panicking on the inside because he wasn’t sure if he could navigate any conversations with you. But then, after just now, he felt that talking to you wasn’t that bad at all. In fact, talking to you felt so natural its as if you were a friend he had known for a year or two.

Maybe talking to you isn’t that bad after all. Maybe if he had tried to talk to you more often before, he could’ve been close to you like the others do. And maybe…just maybe, if the two of you had gotten close before, you would’ve liked him too, he thought.

                                                                  *

 Treasure’s Apartment floor (16th floor)

Outside Dorm #1

Jihoon rang the doorbell of his best friend’s dorm.

He heard footsteps approaching and as expected, the door opened and Jihoon saw Junkyu behind it.

“Man, why’d you ring the doorbell? You know the combination lock to this dorm, right?”

Jihoon grinned at his best friend. “That’s because I’m not here to visit. I’m here to give you all these,” he pointed out to the bag of bread he was holding in his hand.

“Oh? But I thought you went to buy these for your dorm??”

“I bought extras, silly. Here, here, take two of these,” he said as he shoved two packs of bread into Junkyu’s hands.

Junkyu clumsily received the breads from his hyung, “Uhh, thanks,”

“No problem!” Jihoon smiled. “I’m heading back now,”

“Uh, wait! Jihoon-hyung,” Junkyu called out to him before he could leave.

“Hm? What is it?”

Junkyu looked over behind him and quietly stepped outside his front door. Closing the door behind him, he spoke to Jihoon in a soft tone, “I uh, I bumped into y/n just now after you left,”

“Oh?? Really now?” Jihoon’s teasing smile formed on his face.

“And well, we uh, talked. Like normal people do.”

“Of course,” Jihoon nodded, still smiling.

“I think…y/n doesn’t make me uncomfortable in a bad way anymore…”

“Aww look at you! You’re all grown up!” Jihoon teased him as he ruffles Junkyu’s hair.

Junkyu felt himself blush and so he defensively replied to his friend, “Hey, hey. I just said we talked like normal people that’s all! Nothing more to that!”

Jihoon tilt his head slightly, a soft smile on his face now. “And that means…you don’t hate y/n, right?”

“What, no! I don’t hate her,”

“Yup, and this means you like her?”

“Yeah, I guess it means that—HEY, WHAT??” Junkyu said, almost screaming since his best friend almost tricked him into admitting that he has feelings for you.

Jihoon laughed out loud seeing his best friend’s flustered behaviour now. “I’m just messing with you! Don’t get all worked up over this,” he said still laughing.

Junkyu pouts at this. “Just go home already, Park Jihoon,”

“Haha sure, sure,”

As Jihoon turned around to leave, once again, Junkyu called out to him.

“Jihoon-aa”

“Yes, Junkyu?” he turned around.

“Do you know how to shop for girl stuff online?”

Jihoon looked at him in disbelief. “Whoa Kim Junkyu…what happened to you,”

“Not for me, silly! It’s for y/n…Like you said, I ruined her shirt that day…so I was thinking of buying her something to make up for it.”

“Ahh, I see,”

“Could you maybe help guide me with the buying process later?”

Jihoon shook his head, amused with his best friend’s cute attitude. “Yeah, sure. Just let me know when you want to shop, okay?”

“Okay!” Junkyu said cheerfully.

                                                                *

 Treasure Dorm #2 (Jihoon, Mashiho, Doyoung, Jeongwoo)

“I’m homeeeee” Jihoon chimed as he entered their front door.

“Welcome home!” Jeongwoo’s voice responded from the living room.

After taking off his shoes and arranging them on his shoe rack, Jihoon entered the living room to see Jeongwoo sitting on the sofa, staring at the screen of his laptop.

“What are you watching?” Jihoon asked.

“Just a video Yoshi-hyung shared to me just now,” he said, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“Okay.” Jihoon proceeded towards the kitchen and placed the bread he bought onto the kitchen counter.

He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, drying them with a paper towel right after.

Jeongwoo, who had finished watching the short video on his laptop, showed up in the kitchen.

“Oh? Hyung, why’d you buy us more bread? I thought we still have some left from the ones Mashiho-hyung bought yesterday,” he said as he checked out the paper bag that Jihoon had placed on the kitchen counter.

“Ah, I must have forgotten we still had some,” Jihoon chuckled. “Oh, by the way, did my package arrive today?”

“Yup, I kept it in your room. What’s inside it?” Jeongwoo asked, being his usual curious self.

“It’s nothing special,” Jihoon said as he grinned at his dongsaeng.

“The box looks pretty fancy, hyung. It has yellow flowers painted all over it, are you sure it’s not special?” Jeongwoo said as he looked at his hyung, sceptically.

“You know how much I like flower designs, right? I asked for the limited-edition box, that’s all. I wanted to pair up the box with some of Romy’s merch. Don’t you think it fits Romy?” he answered Jeongwoo with a soft grin on his face.

“I guess it does fit Romy…Are you gonna put in your Kaikai Kiki merch in there too?”

Jihoon shrugged. “Maybe, I’ll see if it fits,”

“Heh, sounds cool. Oh! Something funny happened at school today!”

“Aigoo Jeongwoo-yaa, you’re crowding me. I need to go shower up,” Jihoon nagged playfully at him.

“Aww come on, hyung! Hear me out for a bit, I promise this one is funny!” Jeongwoo whined as he chased after Jihoon that was already heading out of the kitchen.

 To be continued…

#treasure #treasure fanfic #TREASURE IMAGINE #ygtreasure #treasuremembers #alltreasuremembers #JunKyu #kim junkyu #junkyu x reader #junkyu scenarios #kimjunkyu #kim junkyu x reader #kimjunkyu x reader #ALIY #sandwichrin

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon: Weekdays with you

Snippets of life with Kiro, Victor and Gavin

F L U F F

🌻KIRO

[ Morning ]

Waking up is a struggle for your little sunshine

Sets ten alarms on his phone with 1 minute intervals between them

You sympathise with him, knowing that his days are packed with rehearsals, photoshoots, fan-meets, sneaking snacks into his mouth when Savin isn’t looking, running away from Savin when he gets caught, etc.

So you adopt a more encouraging approach:

“You’re going to miss out on breakfast. I made the pancakes extra fluffy today.”

“...”

“If you get up now, I’ll wear your fan t-shirt over the weekend. The yellow one with a hundred Kiro faces printed on it.”

“...”

“Didn’t someone say that it’s been a long time since we last showered together?”

“...!”

When he’s more-or-less conscious, he stares at you with wide puppy eyes and puckers his lips

You give in, responding to his antics with a quick peck on the forehead

“Go brush your teeth. You’ll get your reward later.”

He becomes much chirpier after freshening up and getting his kiss

Beams widely when you set his breakfast plate down in front of him even if it’s just a plain sunny-side up

“Miss Chips, your cooking just keeps getting better! Should we open a restaurant after we retire? You can cook, and I’ll be the mascot.”

Definitely demands for goodbye kisses

[ Afternoon ]

Kiro video calls you during lunchtime because just hearing your voice isn’t enough

He also wants to make sure that you’re actually eating

Cheekily slips in a suggestion for you to include fewer vegetables into his lunchbox next time:

“The vegetables deserve to live.”

On the screen, you see Savin whacking him on the head lightly with some rolled documents on your behalf

Props Apple Box onto his lap to show you its newest outfit

(pretty sure that golden retriever owns more clothes than you do)

The two of you seldom eat out for dinner because of Kiro’s highly-noticeable hair

“And obvious charm,” he adds.

[ Evening ]

Depending on how early you end work, you’d either cook a simple dinner or get takeaway

And also restock the tidbit shrine in the living room

After dinner, you and Kiro play the Wii Fit to aid digestion

But end up with stitches because both of you keep making the other laugh

When you’re unable to sleep, he sings you fractured nursery rhymes while stroking your hair

“Baa baa black sheep have you any chips? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for Kiro and one more for Kiro, and one for the pretty Miss Chips in my arms.”

“Kiro... it doesn’t even rhyme...”

🌹VICTOR

[ Morning ]

Victor’s alarm goes off at 5am

He isn’t worried the sound would wake you up because he shuts it off almost instantly

Knows you wouldn’t stir even if the sky collapses anyway

If the weather is good, he heads out for a morning jog

If it’s raining, he’d grumble resignedly because he knows it’s going to be an even greater challenge than usual to coax you out from under the covers

Since he has a head start to the day, he finds ways to add special touches to breakfast

For example, drawing pictures on the omelette using tomato ketchup, doing latte foam art, etc.

Spends the remnants of his quiet morning reading the business news and answering emails

At around 7.30am, he wakes you up with a string of ‘threats’:

“I’ll cut your company’s funding.”

“Your report is due in 5 minutes.”

“There’s a spider on your arm.”

Would literally carry you out of bed if you refuse to get up

The breakfasts that Victor prepares are divine in both presentation and taste

He tries to vary cuisines every few days so you wouldn’t get bored

He isn’t the type to demand for goodbye kisses

Instead, he sometimes wears his tie slightly slanted so you can fix it for him

He strikes when your guard is down, leaving you a blushing mess

[ Afternoon ]

Most communication is work-related, occurring via email

If you happen to find pictures / videos of cute animals, you’d forward them to him

Victor usually doesn’t reply

But Goldman has witnessed Victor smiling while using his phone on numerous occasions

The sight haunts him.

[ Evening ]

Picks you up from work and takes you out for a nice dinner

Enjoys a cooling evening stroll in the park after dinner to aid digestion

Towels your hair dry after your shower

Not-so-secretly enjoys your shoulder rubs while he works at his desk

“Oh? Is that a smile I see on Mr Victor’s face?”

“No.”

If you have trouble sleeping, he’d tell you bedtime stories

“Or would you prefer if I read you the very first proposal I received from a certain dummy?”

“No thank you, that would just give me nightmares...”

Gives you a goodnight kiss (or two if you insist

Tucks you in tightly so you don’t kick the blankets (or him) off the bed in your sleep

🎐GAVIN

[ Morning ]

Gavin is an early riser

He spends the first 15 minutes of each new day thinking about how fortunate he is to be waking up next to you...

...and also waiting for the numbness in the arm resting beneath your weight to go away

Thinks your light snoring is the most melodious sound in the world (apart from your laughter and the way you say his name)

Once he finally feels his fingers again, he carefully extricates his arm and heads out for a morning run

While he can prepare simple dishes like eggs and cup noodles, it’s his mission to give you the best possible start to the day

So he usually buys your favourites from a nearby cafe

After he returns home with breakfast, he tries to wake you up by shaking your shoulder gently

When he’s done with his shower, he realises you’re still asleep

Finally wakes you up properly after peppering ticklish kisses on your face

Sets up the table with breakfast and coffee while you freshen up

Sends you to work on Sparky

Gets a little pouty if you forget to give him a goodbye kiss

“Thanks for the ride Gavin.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hmm? Nope, I’ve got my bag.”

“[coughs lightly] ...Sparky says you forgot to say goodbye to his owner.”

[ Afternoon ]

Gives you a call at noon to remind you to have a proper lunch (while eating cup noodles himself)

Gives you a call an hour later to check if you have had lunch

Gives Minor a call right after to verify

(It’s Minor’s favourite part of the day)

[ Evening ]

Picks you up from work and brings you anywhere you want to go

“My evening is all yours.”

Winding down for the two of you involves watching television on the couch

He enjoys pressing random kisses on the top of your head while your head leans on his shoulder

“Mm... I haven’t washed my hair yet.”

“Want me to wash it for you?”

“Yes please.”

If you’re unable to sleep, he’ll count sheep, or talk to you about the future

Whenever he returns home past midnight after a long mission, he’d find you asleep, snuggled comfortably with his pillow in your arms

“Thanks for keeping her company, Softie.”

#cheri tries to write

[spindlebeforesunset]

Baby Scenario = Epel and Jack

Nobody noticed they were missing from classes until at almost lunchtime Deuce was like hold up, are they sick or something.

Word traveled fast that Jack could have been sick and it managed to reach Leona, so he went to give his junior a talking down. Vil saw the uncarved apples on the lunch table so he goes back to Pomefiore to check on Epel.

At Savanaclaw, a scrawny baby Jack almost falls off the stairs if Leona did not think fast enough to catch him. All what Leona can think of is that he's stuck in a fever dream.

At Pomefiore, Epel has eaten up all his secret snacks and has made a mess on his baby-sized uniform and blanket. Vil is not pleased.

Both dorm leaders meet at the Mirror Hall and are promptly confused when they see each other holding a baby version of their dormmate.

Vil: Jack too?

Leona: Why does yours look like he came from a bloodbath?

Vil: He kept a stash of snacks the whole time in his room! And Jack looks half-dead, what are you? Feed him!

They enter the cafeteria and are greeted with "aww, they look so squishy!"

Leona and Vil: Don't touch the child.

But nobody questions them when they pick up food until the next happened.

Rook nearly collapsed when he saw Vil giving a baby Epel some orange juice to drink. Ruggie lost his shit because Leona was actually trying to feed a baby Jack a fried chicken leg.

Rook: Roi de Poison? What are you doing to the infante? Have mercy!

Ruggie: Leona, what the hell, don't shove that in his mouth!

Leona and Vil : Wait, you're not supposed to do that?

Cue 'what the fuck is wrong with you' looks across the cafeteria. Jamil has facepalmed so hard he knocked himself unconscious and Kalim has to get some people to help. Lilia and Malleus have left the room with Silver in tow. Azul just shakes his head, feeling pity for the unfortunate babies. Trey has to be the one to give them milk.

Epel does not like the milk and spills it on the table to Vil's disgust. Jack on the other hand chugs it all down with an amused Leona. When baby Epel saw Jack chugging the milk, he crawled over to him when Vil was wiping off the mess, and to everyone's shock, he slapped the (empty) plastic cup on Jack's head with a resounding wham!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Leona has to cradle a crying Jack in one arm and block a laughing Epel with the other. "Can you get your little shit please."

Vil: Epel, that's bad!

Epel: Hahahahahaha!

Riddle: Wow, that's one evil baby (promptly backs away from the shared table)

"Epel, you don't do that to others," Vil scolds the still laughing baby. "No, you do not do that," he keeps Epel an arm away because the latter is trying to scratch him. "Stop that!"

Before anyone can even stop him, Vil slaps Epel's baby hands away from him. The expected result happens and the baby sobs.

Leona: The hell was that!

Vil: Kingscholar, that's called discipline!

Leona: The fuck-

Crowley: Why did you two not tell me that this happened again! And two at once!

Baby Jack is scared of Headmaster Crowley and burrows himself in Leona's waistcoat. Baby Epel (feeling betrayed by Vil) crawls over to the Headmaster who scoops him up in his arms and starts to soothe him.

"Crewel will be out this afternoon Schoenheit, so the antidote will be left solely to you."

Hold the fuck up.

"But, Headmaster, what about that one?"

"He's better off with me than you I presume, Schoenheit."

"Oof," Rook says.

"Jack as well."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Headmaster, with all due respect," Vil begins.

"Jack does not like you," finishes Leona. "You don't want to go to him do you, little wolf?"

Baby Jack just clings to Leona in protest but Epel (the little shit) is just laughing at him. Headmaster Crowley is having second thoughts about baby Epel but oh well. Leona is pretty much stuck with Jack, so he takes a tray full of baby-friendly food that Jade had been preparing and follows Vil.

"Aren't you going to say 'bye', Epel?" Floyd asks.

Ortho gets Epel's arm and makes it wave.

Ruggie follows Leona because he just has a feeling that the latter would do something stupid like fall asleep and leave Jack to crawl around.

Back at Pomefiore, Vil is readying the antidote and demands no interruption from Leona who followed him with a sleepy Jack and Ruggie who followed Leona.

In the Headmaster's office, Epel is happily sleeping in an apple crate cushioned by a blanket. Sam pops in regarding some deliveries and almost trips because it is literally in the absolute centre of the room. Epel wakes up momentarily before sleeping again.

Vil is boiling the brew in a cauldron, takes one moment to look up, and just sees Leona snoring on the floor, a sleeping Jack, and a pissed off Ruggie cradling the baby.

Ruggie: He's hopeless.

Vil: You don't say.

Ruggie is internally thinking Vil is a hypocrite because he's not even taking care of the baby Epel, but reasons with himself that he is the one making the antidote after all. Also, the baby friendly food is dwindling because Ruggie is eating some of it.

When Epel wakes up at late afternoon, he topples over his crate and is trapped. Crowley is nowhere to be seen, he's out walking. Ace and Deuce are looking for the Headmaster because they were called to and hear wailing in the office.

They rope a passing Rook to unlock the door and find the crate moving.

Deuce: WHY IS A BABY IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT.

Rook gets Epel out, Ace writes a note saying they took Epel, and the trio head out.

They meet Cater taking selfies and the first thing he notices is a still teary Epel.

Cater: Why is he crying?

Deuce: Why was he in solitary confinement?

Ace: Why was he left with the Headmaster?

Rook: Why did it have to be him into a baby, now shut up we need to get to Roi de Poison.

Cater spreads the tidbit of Epel in confinement at the office and when the trio are at the Pomefiore lounge, the news had reached half the school. At the dungeons, they see that its a mess. Jack does not want to eat the soup that Ruggie and Leona are trying to feed him. Epel sees Vil, and shrieks, mama!

Vil: If you were my child, you would be better behaved.

Everyone else: B r u h.

At least Vil is almost done with the potion. Epel is placed on the floor but Vil freaks and tells Rook to carry him instead.

Leona: Wow, you do care.

Vil: Do you?

Baby Jack crawls near Vil's leg and he accidentally steps on the baby's hand with his fucking heels. Jack screams WAAAAAAAAA, Vil is apologizing and panicking, Leona is yelling at Vil, dummy duo and Ruggie are freaking over the potion because it is spilling, and Cater and Rook are just helplessly handing Epel more snacks. Leona grabs baby Jack and tries to comfort him while glaring daggers at Vil whose hair is starting to look less composed.

The potion is finished half an hour of stirring later. But the babies do not want to drink it - Epel is full from all his snacks, and Jack is too upset to eat. So everyone is hivemind (except Vil for Epel) in one solution: play with both babies in the hope that one throws up, and the other to cheer up.

Vil and Rook are left with Epel while the others play with Jack. Vil shakes Epel a bit, but the latter is only dazed. Rook then takes Epel again and starts to shake him like a maraca. Naturally, everyone is horrified. And even more horrifying is Crowley screaming at them because THE POOR BABY.

Epel is already in tears, yet nobody sees he's turning green until Leona yells at them. Jack slaps Leona for yelling too loud next to him and he shuts up. Epel throws up in a bucket. This time, Jack laughs at him.

After Vil roughly wipes Epel's face, he forces him to chug the antidote down. Jack turns away from the potion at first, but when Cater, Deuce, Ace, Ruggie, and Leona keep him still, Headmaster Crowley can pour the antidote down. Vil pats Epel so he can sleep, but the dummy duo demand to Crowley why the baby was all alone in the office.

Crowley: I only left for a few moments!

Rook: Then why was he underneath an apple crate?

Crowley: What? H-h-he must have made it fall over!

Leona, internally: Bullshit.

Leona and Ruggie take Jack back to Savanaclaw for proper rest. Leona yeets all his blankets and pillows so that Jack can sleep comfortably and hesitantly sings a lullaby so the wolf cub can sleep.

Vil carries a very miffed Epel back to the latter's room and orders Rook to clean up the snack trash. Baby boy is too clingy but Vil huffs and accepts his role as mom and pats Epel to sleep.

The rest cart out after helping out by cleaning.

Crowley has to face a barrage of questions from both students and staff alike as to Epel's treatment up to the next day.

When the two babies are back to their regular form, they both freak and send their respective dorm heads flying across the room as they too had fallen asleep.

Leona and Vil: After all I've done for you-

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Family Fun

Family Fun

Chapter 1 Tina Simpson moaned softly into her husband’s mouth as he skinned the tight, silk panties she was wearing down over her slim, girlish hips.  She had been looking forward to this since lunchtime when she began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex. It had been hell at work, trying to stop herself staring at every tight, male bulge that walked past, and her pussy had been wet and tingly all afternoon.

Now a young-looking thirty-four, Tina had always been a very highly sexed woman, even in her teens. This had of course attracted many boyfriends, but only her husband, Dave had been able to regularly satisfy her lustful cravings. They were two peas in a pod, and sex between them had always been fast, furious and frequent.

“Are you sure the kids are asleep, Dave?” whispered Tina, wrapping her long, slim fingers around her husband’s rapidly lengthening cock. “Yeah, don’t worry honey,” he replied, squeezing her breasts with one hand. “John went to bed hours ago. He’s got that big game tomorrow, he’ll be dreaming about the big touchdown by now, babe.” Tina pulled gently up and down on his stiff joint, rubbing her thumb up over the fat, purple head.

“What about Julie?” she moaned as his hands caressed her tingling flesh. “Julie’s light was on, but you know how she always falls asleep reading. Right now honey, all I’m interested in is this hot little pussy of yours.” Opening her thighs, Tina let his other hand have free access to her cunt and moaned loudly as his fingers cupped her sex, slipping inside the tight, juicy slit with practiced ease.

“Mmmmmmmm! Yeah, that feels so good!” murmured Tina, as she hunched her slick pussy up around her husband’s fingers. “Ooooh, Dave, I need fucking so badly! Don’t waste too much time, I’m already wet!”

Indeed she was... as soon as Dave’s fingers entered his wife’s flooded pussy, a veritable stream of warm, fragrant cunt juices bathed his hand and her fluttering vaginal muscles nibbled delightfully at his fingers. “Jesus Christ, baby you’re hot!... and your pussy’s so wet!” Dave whispered, inserting a third stiff digit into his wife’s quivering hole.

“Fuck me then! Stick it in and fuck me hard! I want your big, fat cock baby!” Tina rolled onto her back and spread her legs, pulling her husband’s rigid prick into her seething snatch like a woman possessed. Spurred on by Tina’s obvious desperate need, Dave wasted no more time in driving his huge cock into the tender, delicate, hungering flesh of his wife’s cunt. Her long, tapered legs swept higher, capturing her husband’s powerful body, her heels locked just above the crack of his ass, giving her the added leverage she needed.

Dave felt the walls of his wife’s pussy spread apart, moulding around his invading cock like a glove as he slid easily into her, his mighty shaft impaling her hot little snatch until his balls came to rest against her pinkly puckered asshole. “Arhhhhhhgghhh! Jesus! Oh, God you’re hot and sweet baby” he gasped, as her clinging flesh enveloped his prick.

“FUCK! OOOOOOH, DO IT! FUCK ME, BABY!” whimpered Tina, screwing herself urgently up against him so that her clit rubbed deliciously against the shaft of his cock.

Dave braced himself with both hands and pulled out of his wife’s sucking hole, only to plow back down into her tightness again with added force, thrusting in and out with all his strength.

ow that hot pussy up at me baby!” he grunted, ramming his thick cock into her eagerly upthrust twat.

Tina bucked her ass up off the bed in time with Dave’s savage thrusts, moaning with pleasure at each deep penetration. “Unnnnnggghhh! Ohhhhh!  Fuck! Oh, baby! That it! Yes, harder! OHHHH, YESSSSS!” she squealed.  Both husband and wife were completely engrossed in their energetic lovemaking, oblivious to all but their own bodies in their frantic search for sexual release.

Chapter 2 Dave had been quite wrong when he had assumed that their children were all asleep. In fact, Julie, their youngest daughter was still wide awake. At fourteen, Julie was the baby of the family, a slim, pretty brunette with a compact little body and tits that any fully grown woman would be proud of. She had been reading in bed, but the story line was beginning to bore her a little so she decided to go get a midnight snack from the refrigerator.

Stepping into the corridor, Julie began to tiptoe towards the kitchen, careful not to wake the rest of the household at this late hour. As she did so, a muffled noise caught her ear. It was coming from her parent’s room down the hall, and sounded like someone was moaning in pain.  Concerned that something was wrong, the young girl turned and hurried towards the source of the strange sounds.

As she moved closer, the noise became louder, until Julie could clearly make out the sound of muted voices, voices punctuated by peculiar groans. A naughty shudder of adolescent curiosity alerted the young teenager’s senses as she stopped outside her parent’s bedroom. There it was again, louder this time. Julie stepped nearer and pressed her ear against the door.

“Dave... Oh God ... OooohHhhh... Yessss Dave, Fuck me!... Harder! ...  Unngh!” It was her mother’s voice and it was obvious what they were doing. Julie continued to listen with bated breath, letting the air seep from her lungs when she could no longer contain it. Suddenly her father’s deep, throaty baritone drifted through to her from the room within. “Yes! Jesus, honey, throw that gorgeous cunt to me like that and I’ll fill it full of hot, thick cum!”

Julie’s heart skipped a beat and her young cunt moistened at the sound of her father’s obscene suggestion. She knew what the words meant, but this was the first time she had heard them used with such profound feeling. It made her pussy crawl. Julie’s pulse began to quicken as the sounds of the salacious dialogue etched themselves permanently on her impressionable young mind. She simply had to see for herself. Kneeling before the door, Julie peeked eagerly through the keyhole.

She gasped aloud. The sight that greeted the excited young girl’s eye literally took her breath away. Her mouth became suddenly dry and her heart thumped in her chest as she gaped at the incredibly lewd scene before her. Julie had a completely, unhampered view of the bed where her parents lay. Both were stark naked. Her mother was lying on her back in the middle of the bed with her legs raised and spread widely, her slender calves locked tightly around her husband’s waist as he pumped his huge, thick organ into her quivering belly. Julie gasped again as she caught sight of her father’s long stiff shaft sliding in and out between her mother’s widely spread cuntlips. She could see its throbbing length glistening with her mother’s juices as it moved in and out like some great piston. It looked absolutely enormous! She had seen her father’s cock several times before, but it was always much smaller, never like this. She couldn’t believe it! The incredible size of her fathers prick sent unexplainable shivers though her awakening pussy, as she stared at it, totally enthralled, like a tiny mouse hypnotized by a snake.

With every stroke, it withdrew until even the fat bloated tip was visible, before suddenly pumping down again into her mothers’ bucking cunt. How could she take such a huge thing without it tearing her asunder? Yet, Julie could see that her mother was obviously enjoying it immensely! The young teenager was confused... extremely excited... but equally confused. Although she wasn’t sexually active yet, Julie wasn’t a virgin either. Last summer, she had let Russell Miller go all the way in the woods off Park Road on their way home from school. Russ was tall and handsome and sixteen, and Julie had had a crush on him for some time.

Chapter 3 When Russ had kissed her, Julie’s legs simply melted and it wasn’t long before he had her pants around her ankles and his cock in her virgin cunt. It had hurt at first, but just as she was starting to enjoy it, Russ had pulled out and sprayed her belly with white, sticky cum. She’d thought Russell’s cock had been big at the time, but now, looking at her father’s mighty organ, she knew she’d been wrong. Her young voluptuous body had unconsciously begun to prickle sensuously, reviving all of the excitement she took such careful precautions to hide whenever the rest of the family was around. Julie stared through the tiny hole, and watched the muscles on the insides of her mother’s lightly tanned thighs flex tightly as she thrust her ravenous cunt up to absorb the full length of her husband’s blood-engorged prick.

As she stared open-mouthed, her father’s glistening cock stabbed repeatedly in and out of her mother’s creamy hole in rapid-fire succession, causing Julie to whimper softly in passionate empathy. Her mother began to moan loudly, mouthing filth at her lover again...  exciting filth that Julie’s young ears wanted desperately to hear... 

“Unnnhhh! Unnnhh! Fuck meee! Yes, fuck me hard you big bastard! Christ, what a cock! Jesus I love your cock! Uhhhhhggggghhhh!” Spasms of erotic sensation rippled through the precocious fourteen year old as she continued to watch, glued to the incredible scene. One of her hands drifted up to caress the plump, roundness of her young tits as she watched and listened to the provocative sounds of her parents fucking.

Her other hand crept down under the waistband of her panties to the prominent mound of her pussy, and began to stroke the moist, adolescent slit. She had been masturbating since she was twelve, and knew exactly how to get the most pleasure from her horny little hole once it was aroused. First, she ran a finger between the lips of her slit to moisten it, then rubbed the liquid in and around the folds of her cunt until it was all slippery. Then she took her clit gently between two fingers and rubbed it lightly, thrilling at the delightfully lewd sensations it sent through her easily excited young cunt.

Though she had experienced intercourse only the one time, it was enough to give her knowledge of the delights of sex, and she began to wish desperately that she had a boy with her now. She wanted to fuck! She wanted to feel a cock inside her again! “Mmmmmmuhhhh! Ungggggghhhh!  Ummmmmmmmmm!” moaned Julie, probing a second stiff finger deep into her drooling pussy, trying to imitate the rigid cock she so desperately desired. “Ooooh, Russ! Daddy!... Anybody!...”, she whispered, her wide young eyes glued to the junction of her mother’s frothy, pink-lipped cunt, and her father’s pistoning prick.

The youngster’s hips writhed and twisted as she finger-fucked herself to the rhythm of her parent’s noisy coupling, moving her cunt in tight, sharp little circles as she had when Russ had jammed his stiff young prong deep into her virgin cunt for the first time. In the heated lust of her approaching climax, Julie closed her eyes and imagined it was her wonderful, handsome father who was fucking her tight, little-girl cunt with his big cock, instead of her own tiny fingers. In her mind’s eye, she was the one bucking and mewling under his heaving body... not her mother. The incestuous fantasy was suddenly too much for the young girl. 

“Oooooooh! Fuck ME Daddy! Fuck ME! Fuck Fuck Fuuuuuuuck!” she whimpered quietly as her little cunt creamed around her pumping fingers. Wracking spasms overtook her young body, causing Julie to slump back onto her haunches. She pressed both hands between her slender adolescent thighs as her climax faded. Pleasurable though her orgasm was, Julie had become so excited watching her mother and father fuck, she was far from satisfied...

Chapter 4 She returned her eye to the keyhole, staring at her father’s gleaming prick as it slammed repeatedly into her mother’s hot, gaping cunt.  Julie continued to rub her throbbing clit, teasing and rubbing the swollen little bud until she once again she exploded in orgasm, pumping two fingers deep up into her frothy little cunt as she jerked and bucked in adolescent ecstasy.

As the intense pleasure faded, feelings of shame and guilt replaced them and Julie crept silently back to her room, not even waiting to watch the completion of her parents lovemaking. Safely inside her room, the young girl slipped under the bedcovers and tried to fall asleep.  But her mind was full of wild thoughts. It worried her that she had really been turned on by the thought of being fucked by her own father!

Was she sick or depraved or something? She didn’t know, but what she did know, was that tonight had awakened something inside of her, something sensual, and she was determined to experiment some more. It was nice to masturbate, she decided, but when she remembered how her father’s cock had looked, and how Russ Miller’s cock had felt just before he pulled it out of her, Julie had to know what it was like to cum like she did tonight, but this time with a big, stiff cock filling her pussy, pumping out gallons of hot, sticky jism, making her come until she fainted from sheer pleasure.

Her mother had made sure that she was on the pill as soon as she started high school, so the way was clear with no worries about getting pregnant. She needed someone, but who? All the boys she knew at school were just that, boys! Once they had fucked a girl, the whole school knew. Damn, the whole neighbourhood knew! Besides, if Russell Miller was anything to go by, it would all be over in two seconds flat anyway.  She thought of her father again. Naw, she was dreaming, he wouldn’t fuck his own daughter! It had to be someone else, someone available, someone who wouldn’t blab.

She thought of her brother, John, who was only a year older than herself. He was always sneaking looks between her legs at her panties when she lay on the living room floor watching television or giving her a ‘brotherly’ pat on the ass when she came out of the shower, but his eyes nearly bugged out of his head sometimes when she wore her skimpy black bikini. He acted tough, but Julie doubted if he’d ever had his cock inside any of the numerous, giggling girls who seemed to follow him around.

He did have a cute body though, she mused. John played football and she had to admit that more than once, she had admired his firm, muscular behind as he paraded around the house in those tight-fitting shorts of his. Come to think of it, the bulge in his pants reminded her of her father! ‘I wonder if his cock is just as big?’, she thought, surprised at her own shamelessness. A shiver of uncontrolled lust sped up and down her spine as she tried to picture his erect cock. She remembered once when she had entered the bathroom, only to find her brother stark naked, towelling himself dry. He never locked the door and Julie suspected that it was intentional, and he was actually hoping that Mom or herself would walk in on him. His cock was limp, but Julie had caught enough of a glance at it to realize that when aroused, it would be quite a formidable weapon. 

She had quickly apologized and retreated from the room, but not before she had seen the sly smile on his face. Julie shivered again trying to concentrate. Then there was Toby Sheldon. He was her best friend Tracey’s current boyfriend. Tracey and Toby were both sixteen and had been dating steadily for almost six months now. He was good-looking, tall and slim, and from what Tracey had boasted one night when she was a little tipsy, he was a real stud! No, she couldn’t fuck her best friend’s boyfriend.  It wouldn’t be right!

Chapter 5 Then the answer suddenly struck her! BOB! Bob Conroy was their next door neighbour. He was nineteen, five-eight, muscular without being muscle-bound, coal-black hair, dark piercing eyes and above all...  CUTE!! He had moved in next door about two years ago and lived with his mother, Debbie and his twin sister Kelly. Kelly had often come over to babysit her and John when Mom and Dad went out.

‘Yes! He was perfect! But how could she get his attention?’ she thought. ‘Of course! He sometimes cleans our pool for Dad. If I could only arrange to be alone with him for a few hours!’ As Julie schemed, a devilish smile began to form on the pretty young girl’s face, a smile tinged with anticipated lust as she carefully planned Bob’s seduction.  But as she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts returned to her father, and vivid, incestuous images began to fill her mind as she began to dream... 

In her dream, her father loomed above her, kneeling between her widely spread thighs, holding his impossibly huge cock in both hands. Beside him stood her mother and brother, also completely naked. John’s cock was a mirror image of his father’s... long and stiff, and very, very big. Julie groaned apologetically towards her mother as her father lunged forward and pressed the tip of his cock into her slit. “I’m sorry Mom! I’m really sorry, but I can’t help myself!” she whimpered.  Her voice sounded strange and distorted. Her mother looked down at her and smiled wickedly, her face a distorted caricature of pure lust.

“Don’t worry, baby! I don’t mind! I’ve got all I can handle right here!” she said, wrapping her fingers lovingly around her son’s massive prick. John responded by squeezing his mother’s firm, round tits and then sliding his hand down over her belly until his fingers disappeared inside her wet, hairy cunt.

“But Mom, John’s your own son!!” cried Julie helplessly as she watched her mother lean back and place the tip of John’s immense cock between the open lips of her cunt.

“I know honey, but he sure can fuck, you should try him sometime!” Julie gaped in disbelief as her mother thrust forwards, impaling herself fully on her brother’s rock-hard prick. At the same time, she felt her father’s impossible organ penetrate her own tight little hole.  Julie screamed as it entered her, but not in pain, because surprisingly, in her dream, it was the most pleasurable sensation she had ever felt. As the fantasy swirled and dissolved, she heard her mother screaming too, an identical replica of her own guttural cry of incestuous pleasure.

Chapter 6 Julie woke slowly as the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window crept down the wall and onto her closed eyelids. She yawned and stretched her limbs, recalling the blurred events of the night before and in doing so the incredible dream she’d had. It was fantastic, but she had really enjoyed it and the crotch of her panties was still wet to prove it!

Then she remembered her plan, and jumped eagerly out of bed to put it into action. Throwing on a robe, Julie made her way down the hall to the bathroom. The door was ajar, so she went straight on in, and as she turned from locking the door, a masculine voice startled her. “Hi, Sis!” It was her brother, he’d done it again! But Julie was determined not to be humiliated this time. Turning towards him, she smiled her most alluring smile. “Finished with the shower, John?” she asked demurely.

“Yeah sure Sis, go right ahead.” he replied, towelling his wet hair dry. John was naked, and, as usual, taking great pleasure in displaying himself in front of his younger sister. He smiled back at her, fully expecting the young girl to flee from the room at any moment. Julie didn’t move, instead she stared openly at her brother’s body, taking a more than passing, sisterly interest. He was so sure of himself, she couldn’t resist a little joke at his expense.

“Ooooh! I know what that is!” she cried, pointing at her brother’s limp cock. “Yeah, what?” asked John hopefully. “It’s just like a prick, only smaller!” she replied, unable to keep from laughing at the stunned look on her brother’s face. He frowned for a second but then a smile crossed his handsome features as he joined in the joke. “You’re right! I’ve been swindled!” he laughed, looking down at his flaccid organ. Feeling a little embarrassed, John asked his sister if she wanted him to leave while she showered.

“Only if you want too, brother dear!” she replied, sounding much bolder than she felt as she began to remove her clothes. Now it was John’s turn to stare, he couldn’t believe his little sister was going to undress in front of him. Her nubile young breasts sprang free as she pulled off her top and John could only gape at her firm, ripe little tits. “Jesus!” he moaned under his breath. “Pardon! Did you say something, Johnny?” she smiled. “Nnn... No!” he stuttered, staring uneasily at her naked flesh.

Julie was beginning to enjoy exposing herself to her brother’s lustful gaze. She watched him lick his dry, parched lips, his eyes following her fingers as they slid beneath the waistband of her panties. She had him wrapped around her little finger! If she had asked him to kiss her ass, she was sure he would have done so without even thinking. ‘This is going to be easier than I ever imagined’, she thought, peeling the tiny, sheer garment slowly down over her slim, tanned thighs.

John’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Julie stepped out of her panties and stood completely naked before him. He could clearly see the moist, pink slit of her young pussy through the sparse covering of light brown curls. The boy began to lick his lips unconsciously. “See something you like, Johnny?” Julie laughed. Before he could answer, she stepped into the shower cubicle and closed the door, leaving her brother panting like a puppy outside.

Julie purposely left the shower door open a few inches so that her brother would be able to see her as she showered. She felt excitingly wicked, and suddenly realized that not only did she like sex, she also liked it when men looked at her the way John had just done. It turned her on more than she would have admitted, even to herself. The hot, stinging jets of water refreshed her young body as she soaped it all over, paying particular attention to her firm, pointed breasts.

Chapter 7 Out of the corner of her eye, Julie could see her brother looking at her through the opening, and turned slightly so that he could get a better view. Pretending not to notice that he was still there, Julie began to spread the soapy lather down over her firm belly and between her legs. She could have sworn she heard a moan as her fingers began to rub the creamy foam along the insides of her glistening young thighs.

John was transfixed with wonder. He had always thought that his younger sister had a cute pair of tits, and now he was actually watching her spread soap all over them! As she moved her hands lower, he moaned softly, watching her rub her fingers gently between her legs. ‘Christ!  I’d love to do that for her!’ he thought, moving a little closer to the door. His cock was beginning to grow of it’s own accord and his right hand moved automatically to grasp the stiffening organ as he watched.

Julie saw her brother’s fingers encircle his prick and begin to move it back and forth. ‘God! He’s actually going to jack off!’ The thought sent a deep, peculiar thrill through her pussy which was already becoming aroused by the movement of her soapy fingers. The knowledge that her naked body had such an immediate effect on her own brother was immensely exciting and she felt a powerful surge of lust flash through her young loins. She wanted to masturbate in front of him too! Her pussy lips parted as Julie inserted a soapy finger into her heated slit. All the time her eyes were fixed on John’s fist-encased prick.

Moving so that she was facing the partly opened door, Julie directed the shower nozzle so that the warm spray fell directly on her pussy mound, and leant back against the tiled wall, slowly spreading her creamy thighs until the lips of her cunt parted and a steady stream of water invaded the hot, wet, crevice. 

“Ooooooooohhh!” she moaned loudly.  It was a deep guttural moan, and John’s fist began to move even faster up and down the thickening shaft of his prick as he heard his sister groan in such obvious pleasure. He could see the dark, inner lips of her pussy now and the tiny hole beneath her clitoris, which he knew would be tight and hot. His cock was throbbing and jerking in his hand, and John knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before he creamed.

Julie stared with admiration at her brother’s cock and inserted a long slim finger into her moistening pussy. It certainly had grown a lot since she had first seen it. In fact, it was huge! Easily as big as her father’s had been the night before! The sight of her brother’s long, stiff cock pumping powerfully between his clenched fingers was beginning to effect the girl immensely and she became acutely aware of her swollen, gently throbbing clitoris. She ran a finger back and forth over the hard little bundle of nerves as she watched her brother working his fist up and down his stiff prick with considerably more speed.

Julie was completely absorbed by the lascivious situation, totally turned on. She wanted him to come with her, to spurt his jism at the same time her own pussy creamed, but she had to see his face when he came. So, throwing caution to the wind, Julie turned off the shower and with a trembling hand, slid the door open fully.

John’s initial surprise stopped his jerking hand for only a second. But as he saw the look of undisguised lust on his sister’s pretty features, some of his earlier bravado returned. With an uncertain smile, he sat back against the hand basin and resumed jerking his enormous hard-on with strong, lengthy strokes. His eyes took in her young beauty which was made all the more appealing by her obvious state of sexual arousal.  The nipples of her nicely rounded tits stood out like little pink strawberries against the darker aureoles, and tiny beads of water still clung to her creamy flesh.

Chapter 8 As John watched breathlessly, Julie’s fingers continuously stroked and parted the small, almost, hairless lips of her pussy, delving inside only momentarily before gently massaging the hard, sensitive bud at the top of her little pink slit. “Man, that’s something to see!” muttered John, “You sure do look pretty when you’re all honked up like that, Julie.”

“Oh, Johnny, I’ve been so damn horny all morning!” she moaned. “Me too Sis! Just look at this!” said her brother, wiggling his fully erect cock at her. “Ooooh, Golly! Did I do that? It looks so biiiiiig!” giggled Julie in a false, little-girl voice, pretending to be surprised. “Cut it out, Sis!  You damn well know you did. I nearly creamed when you started to play with yourself. Jesus, what a turn on!” “Well it IS big,” said Julie, “almost as big as Daddy’s!”

“Whaaat! When have you ever seen Dad’s cock like this?” he asked accusingly, holding the massive shaft towards her. “Last night. He and Mom were going at it in their room and I... I sort of saw them.”

“Yeah, sure! Spied on them more like it... you randy little cunt!” a conspiratorial smile crossed his handsome features as he asked the next question. “Did you see much?... I mean... What were they actually doing, Julie?” “I’ll tell you later. Right now I thing we’ve both got some urgent business to attend to before somebody catches us, don’t you?” she gasped, nodding towards his momentarily forgotten dick. “Yeah, sure!  I’m with you Sis!” They both laughed at the implications of his last comment.

Julie raised one of her legs for him so that her pussy was fully exposed. The light brown bush of pubic fluff, amazingly developed for a girl so young, curled lushly at base of her belly. She looked into his eyes, knowing that her brother would be able to stare straight into the scarlet-lipped slit running down the center of her cunt, and that the sight would arouse him all the more. John moved closer. “Look at me!” she whispered, becoming totally swept up in the passion she had helped to engender between them. “Watch me making love to myself! Oooooh, do it to yourself at the same time and we’ll come together!”

John watched as his little sister’s fingers began to move up and down between the puffy, wet lips of her young gash. The sight was incredible! He had never seen a girls pussy that looked so neat, so delicious, so fucking edible, the delicate female flesh glistened wetly as she squeezed the increasingly moist folds between her fingers. The entire area was covered with the clear oil which her lusty arousal had generated.

Looking up he became aware that her own gaze was directed towards his fist full of hard fuck-muscle. “I bet this is what Dad’s cock looks like when he’s shoving it up Mom’s cunt!” he grunted, wrapping his palm around the thick shaft and plunging his hips towards her, fucking into his hand. Julie felt a spasm of pleasure fire he loins as she watched her brother’s graphic demonstration. “Yessss! Just like that!” she moaned, picturing her father’s cock stabbing into her mother’s cunt as it had last night.

The young boy saw the look on his sister’s face when he mentioned their parents and decided to follow it up since it obviously turned her on something fierce. “Yeah,” he whispered stepping closer, “and I bet it really fills Mom’s cunt ‘til she screams!” Julie was beside herself with pleasure as her hand moved feverishly around in her juicy cuntflesh. Her brother’s words had unleashed the fantasies of her dreams and accelerated her rapid rise towards blessed relief.

Chapter 9 John was in control once more. He watched his sister writhe in sexual abandon as he slowly pumped on his cock, keeping it nice and hard. He looked at her fingers slithering like snakes over her slick, red flesh as her back began to arch with pleasure. Julie was moaning softly, engrossed in her fantasy fuck. “Ohhhhh! Mmmmmhhhhhh! Arrhhhmmmmmm!” Emboldened by her lust, John moved into the stall and stood in front of her. His pulse raced as he felt the animal heat emanating from her body. He wondered how far she would let him go if he felt her up.

Still working his left hand over his rigid prick, John reached out tentatively with his right and cupped one of his sister’s jiggling tits. She didn’t seem to notice straight away, so he began to squeeze and caress the soft, firm flesh. Julie’s eyes opened slowly as she stared at her brother through a passion clouded haze. In her present condition she wouldn’t have cared who was touching her. “Ohhhhh, Yessss!” she groaned, pressing her breasts against his hand. John couldn’t believe it! She wanted him to touch her. Christ!! This was outta’ sight! He had to feel her cunt!

Reluctantly taking his hand from her luscious little breast, John slid it down over the curve of her belly and joined hers in Julie’s slick, heated slit. She moaned again, humping forwards. This time her hips pressed against his hand, trapping it between their bodies. John’s cock was firmly wedged up against his little sister’s belly, twitching in delight at the electrifying contact with her soft, warm flesh. “Oh, Johnnnnyyy!” she whimpered, grasping hold of the throbbing organ pressing against her belly.

John groaned with delight as her slim fingers closed around his cock.  They were so small that they didn’t quite meet around the shaft’s huge girth. “Oh, Mmmmmmm yes! Sis, that feel’s nice!” he breathed into her ear, “Move you fingers up and down!” Julie did as she was instructed, although more by instinct than by command. Her brother’s fingers felt good inside her cunt, even better than her own had, and she loved the way he went straight for her sensitive little nub of a clitoris.  “Yesss! Oh, fuck yes! Johnnny, play with my clit!” The hot young teenager was desperate now, and her brother’s fingers were just what she needed. She was so close!

Her brother was nearly there too, the combination of fingering his sister’s wet little cunt and having her jerk on his dick, was just too much for him. Although he ached to stick his cock into her juicy cunt, he thought better of it. That would be going too far! The forbidden taboo of incest still had a strong influence, even in his highly aroused state. “I’mmm nnearly thhhhere, Johnny”, whimpered Julie, pulling in his cock like a little demon, sliding her fingers expertly up and down the full length. “Me too Julie! Oh, fuck Sis! I love you!” Feeling the climactic surge mounting in his balls, John churned his fingers more rapidly in the girl’s flooded snatch, pumping his fingers into her tight, wet hole as deeply as he could.

“Yessss! Oh, fuck me Johnny! Fuck me with your fingers! Fuck me with your cock! Ooooo! Christ, I’m cummming!. Julie bit down on her bottom lip to stop from screaming out her orgasm, as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her seething twat. John hardly heard his sister’s pleading moans as his own climax crashed down on him. His cock jerked and bucked in Julie’s hand like a crazy animal and finally, powerful jets of hot, thick love-cream began to spurt against her heaving belly.

Julie lunged furiously against her brother’s hand until the intense spasms began to fade, leaving a dull, satisfying warmth pervading her loins. She felt his hot, sticky sperm on her skin, running down between their bodies to mingle with the girl-cum in her quivering pussy. John hugged his sister tightly against his muscular chest as his own orgasm faded. His cock, still surprisingly hard, nudged against the top of her cunt, Julie’s trembling fingers still wrapped tightly around its massive circumference.

Chapter 10 Instinctively, Julie maneuvered the tip of her brother’s cock until it pressed between the lips of her pussy. The sudden, exquisite contact brought a simultaneous moan of pleasure from them both. John was beside himself with lust by now. Little sister or not, she obviously wanted it, and he desperately needed a fuck, otherwise he was gonna be as horny as a ten-peckered billy-goat all day long. John was just about to hunch forwards and bury his cock in her inviting little cunt when a sudden knock on the door scared them both half to death.

“Come on in there! Breakfast’s nearly ready!” yelled their mother. They sprang apart like two scalded cats. John dressed hastily and left without looking back at his sister. Julie turned on the tap and resumed her shower, a sly smile forming on her lips as she washed her brother’s semi-congealed cum off her little tanned belly. ‘Things certainly wouldn’t be boring around here from now on!’ she thought, her wicked smile widened broadly.

When Julie finally made it to the breakfast table, everyone else had just about finished. Her brother looked up at her sheepishly as she sat down. She smiled back and winked, careful not to let anyone else notice. “Morning!” she chirped, a little too cheerfully. “Hi honey!” her mother said, “Want some bacon and eggs?” “Sure, thanks Mom,” Julie replied, glancing over at her brother. John lowered his eyes and pretended to be interested in his breakfast.

“What’s everybody doing today?” asked Julie, stuffing a fork full of bacon and eggs into her mouth. “Well, your father and I are going to watch John’s football match and then do a little shopping. Aren’t you coming along honey?” replied her mother. “No thanks Mom, I want to catch up on some reading”, lied Julie, “I might even do a few laps of the pool if I get bored”

She looked across at John and caught him staring at her tits. The low-cut blouse she was wearing certainly succeeded in showing of her young breasts to full advantage. She knew her body could entice any red-blooded male she wanted. In the shower with John had been a real turn on, but they had been interrupted before the final act and now she was even more desperate for a cock. And she was going to get it! Now to spring the first part of her little plan.

“Daddy, the pool is looking a little dirty. Do you think you could get Bob to clean it up a bit. I’d really like to spend some time in the water this afternoon,” she said in just the right tone to get her father’s attention. “Ok baby, I’ll give him a call now.” Julie could hardly stop from smirking, her plan was working like clockwork. “Bob? Hi! It’s Dave Simpson,” her father said into the phone, “Yeah, fine. Ahh, could you come over after lunch and clean the pool?... Yeah, sure that would be great. Thanks Bob! Bye!”

“Well sweetheart, Bob will be over ‘round midday to clean the pool for you. So you can really make the most of the afternoon”

“Thanks Daddy, I fully intend to”, she said. ‘... in more ways than one’, she thought to herself...

Chapter 11 After breakfast, Julie grabbed a book from her room and went out to the pool. ‘Thank God! It IS a little dirty’, she thought, sprawling back on one of the comfortable, lay-back chairs. She started to read, but her mind wasn’t really able to concentrate on the words. Instead, she contemplated the fun she would have this afternoon. She was deep in thought, when a deep male voice startled her back to reality.

“Hi, Darlin’! You’re looking sharp this morning,” said her father, sitting down on the chair opposite her. “Why thanks, Daddy. You ain’t too shabby yourself!” Julie replied, putting on a strong southern drawl.

Her father smiled broadly appreciating the excellent imitation. It was clear that Julie had inherited Dave’s sense of humour, and the two of them had always got on exceptionally well. What neither of them knew was that Julie had not only inherited both her parent’s exceptional good-looks, she had also inherited their strong sexual urges as well.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us to the match, honey? I’m sure John would like you to watch him play,” said her father. Any other time Julie would have jumped at the chance, some of the guys on John’s team were real hunks!

“No thanks, Dad! I really just feel like relaxing today. Maybe next time.” “Okay hon, you’re the boss!”

Dave lay back and admired his youngest daughter. He was completely aware that she had been growing up this past year, and lately her budding body had attracted his attention more and more. Mainly because, like most girls her age, she had started to wear clothes which showed off as much of her developing female charms as possible!

This morning Julie was wearing her habitual summer costume, a pair of cutoff blue jeans, but these were cutoffs with a difference. The legs had been cut so short that the bottom half of her cute little asscheeks peeked cheekily below the hem. She purposely hadn’t bothered to wear any panties either. Being a red-blooded male, with more than his fair share of sex-drive, Dave certainly wasn’t immune to the gorgeous sight, and let his eyes wander freely over Julie’s scantily clad body. Her low-cut top showed off most of her boobs, the large nipples made enticing little dents in the thin, cotton fabric. Dave suppressed a frustrated moan of desire as he stared openly at his deliciously sexy young daughter.

Looking up, Julie noticed her father’s interested gaze and instinctively opened her slim thighs further apart. She saw him swallow hard as he finally noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything under her cutoff shorts. His eyes followed the suggestive bulge of her pubes down to the thin, tightly-stretched strip of denim which passed between her thighs. It actually pressed into the narrow cleft of her pussy, between the outer lips. And, sitting at this angle, with her knees wide apart, it hid very little of her sweet, sexy young snatch.

Dave swallowed again, as his cock began to stir uneasily in his pants.  ‘Christ! The little vixen is turning me on, and she knows it!’, Dave thought as he looked up and saw his daughter staring back at him. After a few seconds, Julie lowered her gaze deliberately to his bulging crotch, admiring the effect that she was having on her father. His cock was growing at an alarming rate, threatening to burst the front of his tight shorts. As he began to shift uneasily on the chair in front of her, Julie looked up, and with the sexiest voice she could muster, said; “Something wrong Daddy?”.

Her smile told him all he needed to know, and in her sparkling brown eyes he saw a look he recognized. Dave had seen that look many times before, in his own wife’s eyes... just before he fucked her!

Chapter 12 “Ah... n... no, baby!” he stammered, getting to his feet, “I... um...  your mother wants me to drive down to the store and get some stuff to take with us to the match. I’ll... er... I’ll see you later, hon!”

Hurriedly, Dave walked towards the car. He had to, before someone noticed the huge bulge forming inside his shorts. Julie watched him go.  She was beginning to like the sudden power she had over men, the ability to turn them into gibbering idiots at the very sight of her sexy young body. She had really enjoyed turning her father on like that. It meant that she was not just a little kid anymore. Even more importantly, it meant that , to her father, she was just as sexually desirable as her mother, whom Julie suddenly, deeply envied.

After Dave left, Tina decided to use the time to get some cleaning done. The house was a mess and being the meticulous person she was, it annoyed her to see it like that. Her first chore was to collect any stray dirty clothes from the children’s room’s, ready for washing.  Julie’s room was spotless of course, not a soiled garment in sight. But as she moved towards John’s room, she dreaded the mess she knew she’d find there. Pushing the door open, Tina walked straight in, then stopped dead in her tracks.

Her son was lying on his bed, naked from the waist down with his stiff cock in both hands, and he was jerking on it for all he was worth. Tina gasped in initial surprise, not so much at the sight of his naked organ, or what he was doing, but at the very size of it! It was huge!  She had always been partial to big, plump pricks, and John’s was one of the biggest she’d ever seen! It was easily as long as her husband’s but looked much thicker. John was facing the other way, and he was so engrossed in what he was doing he didn’t see or hear his mother enter the room.

Tina was still transfixed at the sight of her son’s massive, throbbing erection. Her feet wouldn’t move, and her heart was pumping like a steam train. She made a low sound in her throat as she watched his fist pump up and down the huge shaft, her pussy moistening with instant desire. John’s eyes were closed tightly, and his hips lifted rhythmically up and down off the bed, forcing his cock rapidly into his tightly clenched fists. Tina struggled with her conscience, should she follow her motherly instincts and leave, or should she succumb to the urge building between her legs, and stay.

‘Jesus! I can’t help myself!’, she thought, reaching back to close the door, ‘God help me, but I can’t!’ Locking the door, Tina moved carefully towards the bed, feasting her eyes on John’s cock all the while. She had known naturally that her son was well endowed, it ran in the family, but the sight of his big prick, iron-hard and dark with passionate arousal, sent a thrill of sensual pleasure coursing inward from the moist, tingling lips of her pussy.

Tina involuntarily clenched and released her thighs, squeezing the flesh of her cuntmound together. She did it often when she was extremely excited, it almost felt like a hand sweeping over the painfully tender slit.

Pulling up the hem of her dress, Tina’s hand settled automatically on her snatch, caressing the anguished flesh through the moist fabric of her panties. She moved to the bed where her son lay, masturbating furiously. “Johnny!” she whispered.

The youngster gasped and sat bolt upright at the unexpected sound of his mother’s voice.

“Uh! Aaaa... Mom! I... Um... I didn’t know you were there!” he croaked, rosy embarrassment beginning to show on his surprised features. He was even more surprised to see his mother’s hand underneath her dress, rubbing her pussy!!!!...

Chapter 13 Tina smiled at the confused look on her son’s face. He looked so comically shocked!

“Don’t worry darling! I saw what you were doing and it’s all right...  really! It’s perfectly natural!” muttered Tina, moving closer.

John stood up, not knowing whether to cover his nakedness or not, because his mother was staring at his stiff cock like a small kid ogling a lollipop, all the time working her hand between her slightly parted legs. He couldn’t believe this was happening! It must be a dream, a wild, fantastic wet dream! His mother came closer to him until they were only a few feet apart.

Tina’s eyes gazed almost hypnotically at her son’s cock, which still protruded magnificently from his muscular thighs. John stared at his mother stupidly for a few moments, then his eyes dropped to the rest of her voluptuous body.

She wore a light summer dress, tight over her tits, with narrow straps across her shoulders. It hugged her small waist, then flared out into a full skirt around her hips. It didn’t really show off her figure very well, except the flawless shape of her firm, uptilted breasts. Her tits were naked under the dress, and her nipples pushed out in two firm points, outlined against the thin fabric. She was breathing heavily, her large boobs lifting and falling, tremors moving through her body.

With a shudder, Tina crossed the remaining few steps separating herself from her handsome young son. John made a soft, gulping sound as she came close to him. His mother was so close now, he could feel the heat emanating from her body. They stood facing each other, with John’s head slightly tilted upwards and hers down. Julie stared into his eyes before reaching a tentative hand down between their trembling bodies.  As her fingers wrapped eagerly around his cock, John began to tremble with desire... then a look of sudden apprehension crossed his handsome young features.

“Mom! What if someone comes in?” he whispered, a little frightened now, and completely out of his depth.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve locked the door!” said his mother, sliding her closed fist up and down the full length of his hard, young prick. “Your father’s gone to the store, and Julie’s out by the pool, so nobody should disturb us for a while. But we’d still better be very, very quiet. Okay?”

“Uuuuuh! Oooh!... Okay! Sure Mom!” murmured the boy. His virile young prick began to twitch in his mother’s hand.

“Do you like me touching your cock, honey?”

“Yeah! You bet! It’s outta sight! Your fingers are so soft and smooth, Mom!”

“God, I can’t believe you’re so big! This is better than doing it to yourself, isn’t it baby?”

“Christ, yes! You can do this to me any time you want Mom!” he groaned, humping his cock into her hand.

“Don’t worry darling, I intend to”, promised Tina, staring at her son’s huge, throbbing erection.

John groaned, clasping his mother around the waist, and pushed his hard-on against her upper thighs. Tina whimpered as she buried her face into his neck, returning the pressure against his cock. She felt him shaking in her arms, and impulsively kissed his neck, just above the collar. John tightened his arms around her waist, and with a little cry, Tina burned her lips over his cheek, finally reaching his mouth. 

The young boy opened his lips instinctively as his mother pressed her own parted lips against his, kissing him passionately, moving her lips and sucking his tongue into the heated pit of her mouth.

John returned his mother’s kiss instinctively, and Tina marvelled at the sweet, eagerness with which the boy went about it. It was different with her husband, his kisses almost bruised her soft, full lips, but Johnny’s mouth pressed against her own with an urgent yet tender pressure. His tongue lashed against hers, the tip running over her teeth, probing and exploring every inch of her mouth as he kissed her.

Tina squirmed her hips against her son’s hard young body, using her hand to position the shaft of his cock down between her thighs until it lay in the groove of her very wet pussy. Then, relinquishing her grip on his prick, Tina threw both arms over the boy’s shoulders and hugged him tightly to her, grinding her tits sensually against his chest and her fiery cuntmound hard against his rigid penis...

Chapter 14 They clung to each other, kissing with growing passion. John felt the length of his cock rub against the wet crotch of his mother’s panties, pulsing against her heated flesh. Tina felt it too, and moved so that the hard, bloated head was wedged solidly against the top of her lust-soaked slit, grinding her taut little behind towards him in tight, small circles.

She moved her right hand down to his ass, pulling him as hard as she could against her feverish cunt. Her other hand held the back of his neck as Tina thrust her tongue down her son’s throat, licking the inside of his mouth, moaning and gasping as her pussy-slit soaked the crotch of her panties. John could feel the moisture seeping out over the head of his prick, coating the bulbous tip with hot, slippery cunt-oils.

“Oh Jesus, this is fantastic! You’re so damn wet! I have to fuck you, Mom! Will you let me? I know you want it too!” he whispered eagerly, jabbing his young cock against her crotch to emphasize his need.

“Not so fast baby!” his mother moaned in a low voice, “Just let it happen! A woman likes to be aroused slowly. I’m real hot, but I need more to make it extra special for me. Play with my tits John, rub mommy’s nipples!” Dutifully, John cupped his mother’s full, round breasts in both hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh with his big, strong hands.

“Yesss! That’s it. Now squeeze my nipples! A girl loves to have a man squeeze her nipples! But do it gently, honey... very gently”

As her son worked diligently on her tits, Tina reached between their thighs and once more closed her fingers around his mighty organ. It had almost doubled in size and she could hardly get her long, slim fingers around the circumference. With practiced strokes she rubbed the tip along the wet groove of her panties covering her juicy gash. Up and down she rubbed it, from the base of her cunt to the top of her slit, becoming more and more excited by the thought of masturbating herself through her panties with her own son’s erect penis as he played with her hard nipples.

Tina realized at once that it was the forbidden element of their lovemaking that really turned her on. The thought of making love with her strong, handsome son and teaching him how to please her, was so wickedly provocative, that Tina’s highly aroused vagina began to fill with a steady cuntal flow. She suddenly remembered that this wasn’t the first time she had felt lust for her son’s body. Last time, she had dismissed it as total fantasy, but even so it had sent a jolt of undisguised fuck-fever through her loins.

It happened one day last summer when John’s swimming trunks had fallen off as he dived into the pool. She could still picture his cutely tanned little behind bobbing up out of the water as he dived, searching desperately for his lost trunks. She had gone in to help him find them, and, as he surfaced near her for air, Tina felt the unmistakable contact of his naked crotch against her thigh as he stood up.

Her heart had skipped a beat, as she felt his warm cock rub over her cool flesh, and she’d had to fight down a strong, primeval urge to reach out and grab it. Come to think of it, he had let it press against her leg for much longer than modestly required. She knew now that at that moment, her fifteen year-old son had lusted after her too. As then, the thought made Tina shiver with desire. To know that she could sexually excite her own son was a powerful turn-on. And excited he was...

Chapter 15 John’s hands were on her ass now, squeezing and kneading the compact cheeks as he had done her tits. But this time, he could pull her panty-encased crotch more tightly against his cock at the same time. It turned him on something fierce to fill his palms with the tight, firm flesh of his mother’s ass and grind his stiff cock into her crotch.

Tina cried out softly with need as her son grabbed her ass, and began moving backwards, pulling him with her. As the backs of her knees touched the edge of his bed, she fell back across it, pulling him on top of her. She opened her legs and smashed her juice-soaked crotch upwards, onto his throbbing hard-on, writhing in passion beneath him.  John looked down at his mothers body. Her dress was bunched up around her waist and her tits were falling out of the top of her dress like two over-ripe melons. He dipped his head to her bosom and began to lick and suck the large, erect nipples in turn.

“Ohh! Yes, John! Suck momma’s tits!... Christ! I love that!” moaned Tina, gyrating her hips wantonly against her son’s hard, throbbing cock.

The tip of his prick had found the entrance of her slit again, either by fortunate accident or by unconscious design, but this time the delicious contact was just too much for the highly aroused boy to endure and he began pumping his cock against his mother’s pussy, through her thin panties. Tina gasped and clung to him, her blonde head twisting from side to side, eyes glazed in lewd passion as she felt her son’s cock bulge through the tightly stretched material and mash against her clit. ‘Jesus, he was like a young, strong bull!’ she thought, ��Any second, he was going to break through the flimsy barrier and bury his huge cock deep in her hot, juicy cunt’. The unbearably lewd thought drove her quickly over the edge.

“Oooooh, Johnny!” she whimpered, as she felt waves of rippling pleasure building deep in her twat. “God... it’s... I’m... Johnny, you’re making me... Oh, Johnny... Jesus baby, I’m cumming!”

His mother’s hips arched up to meet him, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as she thrashed about beneath him. John pushed his cock tightly against Tina’s vibrating, convulsing pussy. His balls ached, fiery with passion and swollen with fullness. He had never seen a woman come as hard as that before, and what made it all the more surprising to his young mind, was that she had climaxed without him even getting his cock into her hot little pussy.

Tina had come hard alright... very hard. She shook in shuddering ecstasy, closing her eyes, then went limp beneath him. Her hands fell away, and her legs spread outwards. She sprawled beneath her son, with her cunt still pressed against his prick, and most of her ass hanging over the edge of the bed. Dimly, through the warm glow radiating through her body, Tina felt his hands on her hips, pulling her sopping wet panties down over her quivering thighs. She felt a little ashamed now that her climax had passed and began to have second thought’s about letting their little sex session continue any further. It was one thing to masturbate herself on her son’s cock, but entirely another to let him fuck her.

Somehow, John also managed to pull Tina’s dress up over her head until she lay naked and panting on the bed in front of him. His cock was rock-hard by now, and ignoring her unconvincing moan of protest, John scrambled between his mother’s wide-spread thighs and positioned the head of his prick in the entrance of the very womb that had given him life. He shuddered at the very thought. He took only a moment to stare at it, running his eyes over the hairy, crimson cuntlips which even now quivered and twitched around the half-buried tip of his cock, planting wet, slobbery kisses on the flared head.

Chapter 16 His mother looked up and saw the lust in her son’s eyes, then she looked down at his throbbing cock, wedged between the outer lips of her pussy, and moaned deep in her throat. Sudden panic gripped her as she realized what he was about to do. Although every cell of her body was screaming for it, part of her mind still rejected the sinful act of incest with her own son!

“John, no!... We... We can’t!” she protested weakly, trying to push him away, but her strength was gone and her heart really wasn’t in it.  Then, before she could move or say another word, John fucked his cock into her cunt.

“Johnny!... My God! It’s splitting me open!” she gurgled, feeling his gigantic prick penetrate the moist constriction of her pussy with a single hard thrust.

“Slo... Uhhh!... Mmmhhh, s... slowly, or you’ll hurt me! Please be gentle, honey!” “Oh, Mom! Jesus, you’re tight! I can’t believe it!” he groaned as Tina’s hips jerked upwards, sliding onto the length of her son’s eager cock.

Her eyes bulged as she felt him fuck deep into her open-lipped twat.  ‘Jesus, he’s as big as his father!’, she thought, with a certain amount of surprise. The surprise rapidly gave way to pleasure though, as her son’s fifteen year-old cock began to stretch the elastic walls of her pussy a little more painfully than she was used to.

John, meanwhile, was equally surprised. He had envisioned his mothers cunt as being big and loose, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that her girlish vagina was very, very tight. So tight in fact, that he could feel every ridge and groove of her cuntal lining as it clung to his cockshaft like a tightly stretched glove. John prepared to fuck his mother in earnest. Taking the weight of his body on his elbows, he began to move his hips up and down, slowly at first, and then, much faster as her juices began to flow copiously, lubricating the junction of their mutual lust.

He stabbed his prick in and out swiftly, causing Tina to pant and writhe. She began to sob, but wasn’t sure if it was in shame or ecstasy. She clawed at the bedspread, her head twisting from side to side as she began to lift her hips and fuck back at her son’s thrusting cock. The friction of his thick cockshaft along the sensitive lips of her cunt made Tina’s mind spin, and she churned her ass in a most wanton manner, no longer caring that it was her young, fifteen year-old son who was fucking her so deliciously.

“Yessss! Fuck me, Johnny! Fuck mommy’s cunt with your big, fat cock!” she hissed through gritted teeth.

John looked down between his mother’s splayed thighs, watching his cock fuck in and out of her cunt. Her pink, hairy cuntlips clung to the shaft as he withdrew and disappeared back inside as he plunged into her. Now he could see the way her pussy stretched and clasped his prick as well as feel it, and the stimulating combination increased his excitement a thousandfold. Grunting and moaning with lust, Tina lifted her legs, drawing her knees back, shoving her cunt up at her son’s lunging cock. Her husband like to fuck her like this, with her legs bent and her knees pulled back against her tits. It offered the deepest penetration, and made her clit rub hard up against his hammering pubic bone.

The pounding of his hips drove the air from his mother’s lungs in loud rushes. Yet despite the tremendous pounding he was giving her, she began gasping and whimpering incessantly... wonderful obscenities that John had never dreamed he would hear coming from his mother’s lovely mouth.

“Oh God, fuck me Johnny! Fuck momma real hard! Ram your big cock into my fat, juicy cunt and don’t stop fucking it! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhgnhhhhh!”

“I AM Mom! I AM fucking you! I’m going to cum in your cunt, and make you cum till you faint!

“Oooooooh! Johnnnnnny! Yes, come in me! I want to feel your hot juice in my pussy! Ooooooo! Unnnnnnnnggg! That’s it! I’m close! Harder! Oh, fuuuuck!

Chapter 17 Tina was on fire, her whole body burning up with unbridled passion for her handsome young son, who was fucking her so magnificently. Her cunt clasped his cock each time he pulled out, then expanding to take every wonderful hard inch as he plunged it back inside her. Tina drew her legs wide apart, offering her pussy to the full, frenzied thrusts of her son’s powerful prick. A whimper escaped her lips as she felt the spreading heat of another orgasm filling her battered twat. Her eyes fluttered open to look up at him. John was staring down at her with an equally glazed look on his young face, and it was obvious that his own climax was also very close.

“Unnnnnnnhhhh! Fuck! Oooooo, yessssss! Fuck meeee!... I’m cuuuummmmmming!” squealed Tina, as waves of pleasure surged outwards from the very heart of her throbbing, twisting cunt.

John fucked his mother harder, extremely excited by her shameless cries of lust. His hips pumping up and down, his cock stretching and filling her bucking twat with hot, throbbing hardness. It was just what the convulsing woman needed and she felt her thighs begin to melt and her eyes go out of focus as his young prick slammed into her quivering hole with jackhammer force. Tina strained her quivering snatch high, grinding her clit deliciously against her son’s cock as she came, climaxing in a surge of raw, mindless ecstasy.

“Johnny! Ohhhhh, Johnnnnnny!” she moaned.

John was beginning to show the strain, his young face screwed up, eyes half closed, gasping for breath as his mother flung her hands behind his body to grab his jerking ass, pulling him into her as deep as she could while she came. Her body began to shudder all over and her cunt exploded, squeezing and gripping his long cock like a tiny toothless mouth. Tina had to bite her bottom lip hard to stop from screaming, her hands clawing at her son’s clenched, teenaged ass. His mother’s wild reaction was all John needed to slip over the edge himself, and with a deep, panting grunt, he threw back his head and sent jet after jet of thick scalding sperm deep up inside her cunt. Her son’s spurting cum sent Tina into shuddering spasms of rapture, her cuntal contractions increasing in intensity.

As he came, John grabbed his mother’s boobs and gripped them tightly, twisting and squeezing the sweaty, jiggling titflesh as he filled her hot cunt with a full load of creamy, incestuous sperm. She cried out.  The sound a mixture of shame and wanton ecstasy. Her son was coming inside her... she had let her own child fuck her, and now he was flooding her throbbing cunt with his jism... the experience was unbelievably exciting. As soon as she felt it kick and spurt inside her, Tina strained even harder onto his jerking, spewing cock, desperate to receive every single drop her virile young son had to offer. She urged him on.

“Come in me, Johnny!” she cried. “Cum in momma’s pussy! Shoot your stuff right up my hot cunt! Uuuuhhhh, baby! I wanna feel you come in me!!!” John groaned and hunched into her as he emptied his balls inside his mother’s gooey fuckhole. In return, Tina squeezed his asscheeks with both hands, pulling his cock deeper and deeper inside her insatiable snatch. To Tina’s delight, her son continued to fuck her even after he’d finished coming. His cock was still extremely hard despite an obviously mind-blowing orgasm. Most young boys were like that, Tina reflected, able to achieve a second hardon almost before the first one had gone soft.

“Ooooh, you were wonderful, Johnny!” crooned Tina, wiggling her ass up at him. “You’re still hard! Hmmmmm, We’ll have to call that thing a ‘repeater-peter’ won’t we, baby?”

“You’d better believe it, Mom!” he grinned.

They giggled together as John began sliding his prick in and out of her cunt. It was a wet fuck. Tina’s jizz-filled pussy-slit was slippery and hot, her clit sticking out like a small pink tongue as it rasped deliciously against the shaft of the boy’s cock. Tina couldn’t believe how quickly her son was able to arouse her again. Within seconds, she felt the old familiar ache in her loins... her third orgasm in less than half an hour!...

Chapter 18 “Ohhhh yeah, baby!” Tina panted. “Fuck me again!”

John’s balls slapped against his mother’s upturned ass at the end of each stroke as Tina sprawled back on the bed, letting her young son fuck her as hard as he liked. He was eager for it and so was she. Her ass bucked as she pumped her hips up at his thrusting cock, wriggling her cunt around on his sliding fuckpole like an oversexed little teenager.

She was overwhelmed with lust for her handsome son. He was so good!  Such a strong, virile young fucker! People would say it was wrong, but Tina didn’t care. It was too good. Life was too short, and you had to take what pleasure you could get, no matter what the source. As long as nobody found out, what harm would it do? Besides, he had such a big hard prick... such a lovely cock to fuck.

And fuck her he did, bringing Tina to climax after climax before his rejuvenated young balls spewed forth another deluge of thick, creamy jizm into her heaving belly. This time though John had had his fill, and his cock deflated rapidly inside his mother’s twitching cunt. He became weak, and his arms collapsed. He fell heavily onto her and Tina grunted as his weight settled. Her legs slid down each side of his body and hung over the edge of the bed until they touched the floor. She ran her hands over his back, caressing his hot, damp skin and hugged her wonderful young son tightly against her own sweaty body. They lay there for several minute, before he rolled off onto the bed beside her.

“Mom, are you alright?” asked John as he saw the look of shame in his mother’s eyes.

“Yes, honey. I’m okay. But we really shouldn’t have done this. It got out of hand. 

What are we going to do now?”

“Why? Didn’t you like me fucking you Mom?”

“Ohhh, yes! That’s the problem, John. I loved it! But a mother shouldn’t feel that way about her son, let alone do the things we did!” said Tina, getting to her feet. “But Mom, if we both wanted to do it, and it was good, how can it be wrong?” She couldn’t argue with logic like that, even if it was a little naive.

“I guess you’re right, darling. But I don’t think your father would agree.” “He doesn’t have to know, Mom.” replied John, with a sly wink.

He sure had grown up fast in the ways of the world, she thought as she pulled her panties over her thighs and struggled into her crumpled dress. John stared at his mother’s exquisite legs, and glimpsed a brief flash of her tight ass before she smoothed down her dress. He lay back on his bed, seeing her for the first time in a totally different light.  No longer was she the mother that cleaned his clothes, made his breakfast and washed the dishes. She was his lover, and nobody on earth would ever change that.

“Can we do it again soon, Mom?” he asked hopefully, staring at the swell of her curvaceous tits, once more hidden seductively beneath the thin material of her dress, only the hard, erect nipples betraying her inner feelings.

“I don’t know, sweetheart. We’ll have to be very careful that nobody finds out, or there’ll be hell to pay!”

Although she didn’t admit it, Tina already knew the answer as she looked down at his limp cock, remembering vividly how it had brought her to a sexual peak which she rarely achieved any more. Bending down, she kissed him on the lips. It was a quick, motherly kiss, but her hand on his thigh spoke volumes. “Come on you gorgeous hunk! Up and at ‘em!  You’ve got a game to play.”

Tina hurried from the room, leaving her son to ponder the events of the last half-hour...

Chapter 19 After John and her parents left, Julie went to her room and began to try on her swimsuits, trying to choose just the right one. One that would give that hunk Bob Conroy, exactly the message she wanted! Her favorite was a small black bikini which her mother didn’t even know she had, because she certainly wouldn’t have approved of the vast expanse of bare skin which the tiny garment exposed. Posing like model in front of the mirror, she turned her body from side to side, admiring her reflection.

The flimsy top barely contained her firm, round tits, and her nipples stood out visibly against the sheer, black material. The bikini bottom was just as tiny, and consisted of a thin strip of cloth which just managed to cover her crotch, before disappearing between her legs and the luscious cheeks of her ass, hugging her flesh so tightly that it outlined with vivid clarity, every detail of her young fourteen year-old pussy. “Perfect!” she said to herself, “Wait till ol’ Bobby gets a load of this!” Julie threw on a short robe and went back into the backyard to wait for him. She made herself comfortable on one of the airbeds beside the pool, arranging her robe so that it showed just a hint of her gorgeous young body, and pretended to read.

Right on time, Bob Conroy arrived at the Simpson household. He was tall, with dark hair and a slim, muscular frame resulting from many hours at the local gym. He also worked around the neighbourhood in his spare time, doing odd jobs, pool cleaning and lawn mowing mostly. He enjoyed working for Dave because it gave him a chance to feast his eyes on Dave’s wife, Tina. ‘She was absolutely gorgeous,’ he thought, ‘and their daughter was a hot, sexy little number too’. He’d had a crush on Tina since the first day he’d seen her watering the front lawn in those tight little shorts she always wore.

He remembered watching her over the fence, as she worked in the front yard. When she bent over to fiddle with the sprinkler, he had almost come in his pants. He could still see the firm, well-rounded cheeks of her ass and the dark, enticing space between them. He longed to stand behind those lusciously firm mounds and slide his rigid cock into her cunt from behind. ‘One day perhaps,’ he thought, ‘If I get up enough courage to try!’

Whistling happily to himself, Bob walked straight down the side of the house and opened the gate leading to the pool. Julie heard him coming and immediately began to look engrossed in her book. When he saw her, Bob called out his usual greeting, “Hi Julie!... your Mom or Dad home?”

“Hello Bob!” replied Julie, trying hard to appear natural, “No, they’ve all gone to John’s football game.”

“Oh!” said Bob, sounding a little disappointed, “Well your father asked me to come over and clean the pool.”

“Ohhh, good! I’ve been wanting to cool off all morning, but it looked so dirty I didn’t bother”, she lied.

“Don’t worry pretty lady!” he chuckled, doing his best John Wayne impersonation, “I’ll fix your pool.”

Julie laughed, and watched him carry his pool cleaning kit over to the edge of the pool. Without being too obvious, she followed him with her eyes every inch of the way. He was wearing tight denim shorts and a tee shirt, cutoff so that most of his tanned midriff showed from just under his pectorals to just below his navel. ‘Wow! Just who was trying to seduce whom here?’, she wondered, feeling her pussy moisten deliciously at the heavenly sight of so much naked man-flesh...

Chapter 20 “I won’t be long, Julie. It shouldn’t take more than about half an hour before you’ll be able to enjoy a nice cool swim,” he smiled, beginning to clean out the debris which littered the top of the pool.

“Ok! Thanks, Bob!” replied Julie. ‘Hmmmmm, take your time you gorgeous hunk!’ she thought, staring at the boy’s tight, muscular behind. She uncrossed her legs to relieve some of the itchy heat building up between her thighs. His long muscular legs and broad shoulders flexed as he worked, and Julie found it difficult to concentrate on pretending to read when he bent over to fish something out of the pool.

The bulge of his crotch was not overly large, but Julie could see that Bob had quite enough in that department to fulfill all her needs. She loosened her robe and let it gape open, revealing the fullness of her young breasts. Bob had noticed her bikini-clad body as soon as he arrived. His eyes travelled briefly over the curve of her thighs before settling on the unmistakable swell of her breasts, which were surprisingly large for a girl so young. How old was she? Fourteen?  Fifteen? ‘Jailbait for sure!’, Bob thought, ‘But it would be worth it to fuck that!... Christ, what a ripe little body, and I bet her pussy’s damn tight too!’

Bob fought down the mounting feelings of lust that swept over him in case she should notice the rising lump in his pants. But it was too late, Julie’s eyes had been watching her prey like a hawk. She detected the enticing bulge before it even occurred to him. ‘Jesus! He’s finally beginning to notice!’, she thought, letting her robe fall still further apart. She was a younger version of her mother he decided, except her hair was a light brown instead of honey blonde, but she certainly had her mother’s figure, that’s for sure! Bob hadn’t really taken all that much notice before, but now it suddenly struck him how much mother and daughter looked alike.

Julie pretended to read her book, occasionally looking in his direction as Bob went about his work. At every chance, the young girl moved her body to show off her best features. Her robe was almost falling off her shoulders now, and her long, slim legs were completely bare. Bob found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what he was doing, as Julie revealed more and more of her delectable charms. Finally she stood up and took off her robe completely. Bob looked up and almost fell into the pool! Jesus! What was she wearing? She might as well have been naked for all that her bikini was covering!

His cock swelled alarmingly, pushing against the front of his shorts like a pressure hose. Julie stood up long enough to give Bob a good look at her crotch and tits, before flopping back onto the airbed, face down. Bob stood up and stared at the perfect, round globes of her young ass. “Christ that’s nice!” he whispered under his breath. Her body gleamed in the sun as Bob stood on the other side of the pool, staring at it. Julie had a sly little smile on her face. She knew that Bob was looking at her, and it made her pussy crawl just to think about it.  ‘Not long now!’, she thought to herself.

Bob walked around the pool towards her. “I’m all finished Julie!  Anything else you want me to do?” he asked, gazing at her firm, round buttocks. She rolled over and looked up at him, suppressing an urge to giggle at the hidden meaning in his question. “No thanks, Bob. But why don’t you stay and have a swim with me. It’s awfully lonely here by myself.” she said as sexily as she could. Bob’s prick lurched in his pants. ‘How far would she go?” he wondered. Well, he was game to find out!

“Ok, why not!” he agreed, “But I haven’t brought any swimming trunks with me.” “That’s alright you can use a pair of John’s. They might be a bit tight, but they should fit you”, said Julie hurrying off to fetch them.

Bob watched her go, his mouth watering at the sight of her tight little ass cheeks jiggling around inside her bikini bottoms as she ran into the house...

[thefanficmonster]

Your Enemy

Connor Walsh & Michaela Pratt (How To Get Away With Murder)

Warnings: Angst, Eating Disorder, Swearing, Trauma, Anxiety, Spoilers for HTGAWM Season 1, Mentions of Murder

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Relationship

Summary: Following the most stressful events she’s ever had to deal with in her life, Michaela is forced to face a demon she thought she had left in her past. Luckily, this time she doesn’t have to deal with it on her own and has the support of a person she deemed least likely to ever come through for her.

Requested by Anon. Hello darling! I’m so happy to be hearing you’ve completed a full year of ED recovery! I’m very proud of you for having fought such a tough battle and came out of it a the bravest, strongest winner. Hope you enjoy the fic and hope it doesn’t trigger any bad memories. If it does, please let me know wo I can change it up. Love and care about you lots, Vy ❤

It’s been almost a month now. Almost a month since she was involved in the murder and dismemberment of her professor’s husband who her and her classmates were sure was the killer of a college student by the name of Lila Stangard. A month and she still can’t stomach any of it - a month during which she hasn’t stomached much else either. 

It all started the morning after the murder when she was still a distressed and disheveled mess, a nervous wreck that refused to leave the confinement and safety of her home and face the world out of fear of getting that stamp and punishment she knew she deserved. She knew she was basically a criminal in hiding. They all were and it was frustrating as all hell to see them all putting up with it so well like that murder wasn’t their first or their last. They almost came off as though they felt they did the right thing - rid the world of one more disgusting prick which Sam undoubtedly was, but that still wasn’t on them to decide. What they did was still a crime, they were still killers and would get charged as ones if this was ever to be found out by any law enforcement.

And Michaela Pratt could barely live with herself.

That first week her stomach was in constant knots that would tighten at the mere mention of food. Therefore, she lived solely on liquids that supplied her with faux energy and nothing nutritious that her body could work with. Then it became a habit. Well, it had more so to do with the fact that she looked in the mirror one day after showering and noticed the sudden change in her body, how it seemed smaller and, in her eyes, prettier than before. She liked the ‘improvement’ and wanted to hold onto it, linking it to her new eating habits she decided to stick to them. Though, they can’t really be called ‘eating habits’ considering she spent a great deal of time not eating anything at all, leaving large gaps between each tiny meal and drinking significantly more black coffee. She even developed the bad habit of smoking - a way for her to get out of the room whenever the rest of the Keating 5 were on a lunch break.

She hated the familiarity of it all, but there was also a certain dose of comfort to it. She had faced this demonic entity that resides within the very mind of the troubled person and that’s why she wasn’t scared. It felt more like opening the flood gates she had barely managed to shut and keep closed in the first place. Hell, it was almost relieving to open them up again, allow the inevitable to finally happen.

Having to lie about eating, having to renew her wardrobe with clothes of a smaller size - and some larger ones to hide the sudden change in - and dealing with dry and cracked skin, chipping nails and thinning hair were only few of the hiccups Michaela started facing when her weight loss became more significant and apparent, so much so that the Keating 5 were starting to worry. She was used to lying and making up stories about it. After all, this wasn’t her first time going down the dangerous lane that is undereating and abruptly losing a ton of weight. As mentioned, she dealt with it as a teenager for almost two years. Eventually, her lies started becoming see-through, causing her family to force her into recovery which eventually worked - took her a while to cooperate, but she managed to be convinced her life was to be lived properly. Her success was to be earned in more ways than boney limbs and vertigo every time she stood up. She came to the realization that the world was a crueler place than she had anticipated. It was a warzone she needed to be strong to face and, having become thin as a stick and mentally rattled she was terribly underprepared for facing and battling any of it. 

Michaela Pratt decided she deserved better - chose to toughen up and take the bull of her life by the horns and control it properly. She finally became the one really in control - not her self-destructive side, but her rational, fighter side. The warrior in her decided enough was enough.

However, for her, there’s never such a thing as enough.

Sensing it was a delicate and rather triggering subject, the members around the Keating household were more than reluctant on touching the topic and asking at least one of the many questions they always had in mind.

Why do you suddenly wear such wide clothes?

Why do you no longer put sugar in your coffee?

What’s with those bags under your eyes? You haven’t been getting much sleep?

How come you always have a big breakfast even when you wake up late?

Why do you never eat?

Those and so many more questions swarmed the heads of her friends but none of them were brave enough to say anything. No one went to look for her around lunchtime to see where she goes to hide during that period. No one mentions their suspicions and doubts about her statements. No one dares to point out that she’s become a ghost of the Michaela they previously knew. She’s not as fierce as she used to be - not the same way. She just snaps at people, throwing empty insults at them. Her focus has dropped significantly and she often times falls asleep while on the clock, working on the case. They all see it but they all choose to be passive on-lookers, by-standers, no one sporting the guts and bravery to bring it up and ask her or express worry.

Well, no one except the brutally honest and straight forward Connor.

“And here I was wondering where our Shooting Star had fallen.“ He says, making his presence known verbally only after he snatched the pack of cigarettes from Michaela’s hand, startling her to no end. “Since when do you smoke, by the way?”

“None of your goddamn business.“ She hisses back at him, reaching for the stolen pack like an angry tigress. “Give them back, asshole.“

She’s stopped in her futile yet hostile attempts of retrieving the stolen cigarettes when Connor grabs one of her arms and develops a downright terrified look on his face: eyes wide, mouth hanging slightly open, confusion, shock and concern in his gaze. That’s a rare combination for him - someone who’s supposedly super laid-back and careless. That concern is what hits her the hardest. It catches her so off-guard she puts her movements to a halt and just stares back at him for a few seconds, both of them deciding what to say.

“Michaela, what have you done to yourself? What are you doing to yourself?“ He asks her, still not letting go of her arm which feels tiny in his grip. His fingers loosen their hold instinctively, as if afraid that any more pressure could break it. “Are punishing yourself for what happened to Sam?“

Michaela returns to her senses, shaking her head and frowning as she yanks her arm out of his grip. “Nothing happened to Sam!” She whisper-yells, narrowing her eyes, glaring at him with a fiery intensity, “Don’t talk like he died of a heart attack or in a car accident. We happened to him. We fucking killed him, Connor! Come to terms with that already!”

“Scream that louder, will ya? A more perfect confession doesn’t exist.“ Subtly, he slips the pack in the back pocket of his jeans, the movement flying under Michaela’s radar since she’s so laser-focused on his face and the subtle changes in his expressions. “Seriously, what the hell are you doing? Is this the punishment you think you deserve?”

She rolls her eyes, “That’s fucking nonsense. It’s no punishment, I just wanna fit into my wedding dress come the time I have to walk down the aisle.“

“So fitting into your wedding dress is the priority? Tell me, what will your hairdresser and make-up artist gonna say when they see your cracked and bruised skin, your thinned hair, the massive bags underneath your eyes. Also, are you even gonna fit in the dress or is it gonna hang on you the way it would on a stick figure.“

“Shut up! Connor, my life, my appearance and my eating habits are none of your business. You can’t play the caring enemy and fuck with my head - hating me one minute caring about me the next. It really doesn’t suit you, in fact, it’s below you.“

“Michaela, I’m not your enemy.“ He taps her temple with his finger, getting his hand smacked away about a second later, “That brain of yours is currently your enemy, not me. You need to get rid of it.“

“But what if I can’t?!“ She snaps, her eyes glistening with tears Connor didn’t expect to see, “What if that’s all I have? That me who’s constantly whispering to me that I don’t need nor deserve food - she’s stuck with me longer than anyone else has. She’s been with me since I was fifteen, Connor. Fifteen! She never left, even when I tried to push her away and chase her out of my head. She stayed there, and now she’s helping me. You wouldn’t understand! You don’t have dresses to fit in, people to please, your own criteria to fulfill! You don’t even feel like you deserve punishment for what you did! You dismembered a human being, Connor! When are you gonna come to terms with the fact that you’re a murderer?!“

“When you come to terms with the fact that you’re killing yourself, Michaela!“ He too snaps, unable to control his emotions when faced with a literal life or death situation - one regarding his friend on top of all.

No, she’s not my friend. I’m just doing what any person would do in this scenario, he convinces himself. Turns out there are several facts Connor Walsh can’t come to terms with - caring about his biggest rival is one of them.

“She’s not your friend, Michaela! She doesn’t want anything good for you. She’ll end up leading you to your death if you keep listening and trusting her! That Michaela is the one deserving of punishment, not you. Don’t let her overpower the rational Michaela I met that day, the first day of class. The one I wanted to strangle for being so cocky and self-centered and was stealing my spotlight. The one who left me in the dust a few too many times for me not to respect her. She could kick the self-destructive Michaela’s ass. Let her.“

A choked sob escapes Michaela’s throat as a result of Connor’s speech. The last thing she expected was support and help - she was prepared for the mocking, the sympathy and pity, the ‘Seriously? Get over it, will ya?’ or the ‘It’s all in your head. Just eat, damn it.’ she grew used to hearing the first time she was dealing with an eating disorder. If she wasn’t still herself she would’ve probably even given him a hug - one she’d regret later - but she remained in her spot, arms folded over her chest, nodding slowly.

“Thank you, Connor. But it’s not as easy as you make it sound.“ She sniffles, her gaze wandering elsewhere, embarrassed by how she broke down in front of him just now. Lord knows she’ll be even more pissed later, but right now she’s got other things on her mind. Something she hadn’t even brushed upon before this conversation with Connor - recovery. She’s not used to seeking help from anyone for anything, especially not something she saw as her superpower until someone forced her eyes open. Forced the epiphany on her that she’s not living, she’s killing herself.

“Of course it’s not easy. That’s why no one does it alone, you know.“ Hesitantly, very very hesitantly, he lifts his hand, cautiously placing it on Michaela’s shoulder. “People reach out for support and go talk to professionals. You don’t have to do this alone. In fact, you can’t do this alone.“ He pauses, waiting for her gaze to meet his. When it does, he continues, “I won’t let you.“

Never did Michaela expect support from anyone, never did she want or need it. But here she is receiving it from the person she thought least likely to offer it. Never did she think there’d come a day when her arms, as if on autopilot would, wrap around Connor Walsh in a tight embrace of gratitude. While pretty startled, he manages to return the hug after blinking once or twice to comprehend the situation.

“Thank you.“ He hears her whisper and that’s more than he ever thought he’d get from her.

“Don’t mention it.“ He lets a small smile slip onto his face as his hold on her tightens ever so slightly.

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[d-ama-ien]

Take a Break

Summary: The District Attorney is sick, yet they drag themselves to work anyways. Damien convinces them to take a break, helping care for them after they agree to take the rest of the day off. 

Pairing: Mayor Attorney (Damien x the DA)

Warning: Some mentions of nausea and other cold symptoms

A fic for @fgfluidity 

Author note: It’s cold season y’all, take care of yourselves! Damien wants you to be health uwu

You know you're sick- yesterday your body felt tired, bone achingly tired, you weren't able to finish even half of the dinner you made yourself, and you passed out before the clock chimed 8, barely waking up to your alarm this morning. But, you're not allowed to be sick, not with the trial coming up, with all the work you need to do. So, you trudge through your morning routine, managing to make yourself look something like presentable, arriving at the office on time, as usual, smiling at the secretary like there wasn't a worry in the world. Just the short walk to your office had you exhausted, but fortunately, you could sit while doing your work, and then you'd be fine.

You were not fine. It didn't matter that the only thing you had been doing for the last hour was paperwork; you were exhausted, barely able to focus on the paperwork in front of you. Just another hour or so until lunch, then another 5 hours until you could go home, then another three days until the weekend, and then you could rest. For now, it was out of the question, and you page the secretary for some coffee before quickly changing your order to tea. Yeah, coffee wasn't the best idea with your stomach. Tea would have to do for the caffeine fix.

The tea didn't do much for your fatigue. It was warm, tasted nice, and it felt good to have something in your nearly empty stomach, but you managed to get through to lunchtime, at least. You sigh as the phone rings, not wanting to deal with a last-minute request for a lunch meeting or anything that would add to your workload, and accidentally let the phone ring through. Whoops.

It starts ringing again a moment later, and this time you force yourself to take the call.

"I'm sorry to bother you, DA. I know your lunch break just started, but the mayor has requested a meeting," You bite back a groan at the secretary's message, instead saying they could send the mayor in. You groan after hanging up, though- if it was anyone, literally anyone, else you could've said to claim you're busy and out of the office and that they could make an appointment for later. Yeah, that's not an option when it comes to the mayor.

Of course, the mayor isn't just the mayor; he's Damien, your dearest friend, and usually, you'd happily clear the day for him at the drop of a hat. Today wasn't the usual; you are sick and wanted to steal a quick nap during your lunch break so that you could push through the rest of the day. But, if Damien requests your presence, then your presence is given. There's a knock on the door then, and you prepare yourself before calling out, "Come in!"

Damien comes in, a warm smile on his face, though it falls slightly when he sees your face. He seems to know something is off, even though you had done your best to force a smile before he came in.

"Are you doing well, friend?" Damien asks, voice gentle with concern.

"Just a bit tired is all," you wave off his concern, gesturing for him to come in and sit. No reason to make him stand around; the cane only offers so much support after all.

"I'm sorry to pop in on you without warning. I realized how long it's been since we got to spend time together casually, and I know this is your usual lunchtime, so I figured we could go eat together," Damien sits on the edge of his seat, eyes trained on my face.

"That sounds lovely. Just let me grab my coat," you rise from your seat, having to pause and brace your weight on the desk when a wave of dizziness hits. Well, that's new. Damien is openly concerned now, standing and leaning on his cane as he puts a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

"Are you sure you're well? I wasn't going to say it, but you look awful," you figure you must look really bad for Damien to say something like that. He never says anything negative about your appearance, except for in university when he would be laughing about how terrible you'd look after a good party.

"I'm fine, really, just-"

"This is more than "just tired," you look like you're going to pass out!" Damien's grip leaves your shoulder, and he briefly rests the back of his hand on your forehead. You'd blush at that if your face wasn't already so hot. "You're burning up. What on Earth possessed you to come in today? Get your stuff; we're taking you home this instant,"

"Damien, I can't just leave in the middle of the day. I have work to do!" You protest, blushing as Damien levels you with a stern stare- the kind he uses when his staff acts up and needs to be reprimanded. You've always shuddered just witnessing it, but seeing it could never prepare you for being on the receiving end of it.

"You're just putting your health at risk by staying. How much work will you get done if you end up needing to go to the hospital?"

"Okay, Dames, it's a cold,"

"Colds can become serious if not properly dealt with. Gather your things now. You're taking today and tomorrow off,"

“Tomorrow?” He knows the case you have coming up, the work you have to do, and he thinks you're going to take a day and a half off?

"Tomorrow. Friend, your work will suffer if you aren't well. I know you have that case coming up, and doing this to yourself is just putting that at risk,"

You want to keep protesting, should keep protesting, but Damien is right. You and your work will only suffer if you don't nip this issue in the bud. So, with a deep sigh, you fetch your coat, obediently locking up the office and following Damien down the hall. He pauses to speak to the secretary, informing them you'll be out of the office for the remainder of today and all of tomorrow, on Damien's orders. You're glad Damien doesn't say the truth, that he's forcing you out of work because you're sick. After all, it would be rather embarrassing for the mayor to need to drag an ill district attorney home. Well, it was embarrassing, but only to you, as no one else knew about it.

Damien brought you to where his driver was waiting outside the building, quickly rattling your address off to the driver as you get settled. It isn't too far a drive, you live reasonably close to where you work after all, and soon you're sitting at your own kitchen table as Damien wanders through the kitchen, gradually collecting ingredients and cooking tools as he goes. He's taken off his jacket and vest, eventually rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he starts fusing with some of the ingredients he had gathered.

"Dames, what are you doing?" You ask, "You got me home, you don't have to stay," Damien looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, pausing for only a moment before continuing his quest.

"Friend, you were barely able to walk from the car to your table. There's no way I would just leave you here unattended. Would you even be able to cook for yourself?"

"You don't need to cook for me. I'm fine,"

"When's the last time you ate, then?"

"Dinner last night,"

"And did you actually eat a full meal?"

"Yes?" Damien pauses again, frowning at you, "Fine, no. I couldn't finish it,"

"You need to eat, so I'll cook for you," Damien sets a glass of water in front of you before going to the pot, starting to fill it with water and putting it on the stove.

"Drink that; with your fever, you'll need the hydration," he calls over his shoulder, ignoring your grumbling. The more stubborn part of you is a bit indignant at the treatment- you're an adult, a freaking district attorney, and Damien is instructing you on how to take care of yourself like you don't know any better. The more honest part of you is relishing in the attention because it's Damien taking care of you, sweetly looking out for your health and well being. You drink the water as you watch Damien work. He slowly added things to the pot, having dug up some veggies and herbs that you had nearly forgotten about, and adding those once they're cleaned and cut.

In a half-hour, there's a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you, Damien smiling warmly as he sits at the other side of the table with his own bowl.

"I had to improvise some of the ratios, so I hope it tastes alright," he says, sounding almost nervous. Is he worried you won't like it?

It's definitely one of the better soups you've had, not over seasoned but not bland like most foods made for an upset stomach are. You find yourself smiling as you take another spoonful.

"I didn't know you cooked," you say. The last time you had seen Damien cook was back in university- if that could be called cooking with the less than stellar results of most of his attempts.

"Well, I learned the basics from Celine before she moved in with Mark, but my staff does most of the cooking anymore," Damien explains, starting on his own bowl.

"I owe Celine a thank you. Last time you cooked for me, it's what caused me to be sick," you laugh slightly as you remember that "meal," using the term "meal" loosely, of course.

"In my defense, we were drunk," Damien points out, smiling at the memory. He's only smiling because he wasn't unlucky enough to eat it.

"Yes, and then I was suffering from food poisoning," he laughs fully at that, and you're thankful that at least a funny story came out of your misery. Damien finishes much faster than you do, but he sits with you and entertains with some more reminiscing as you slowly finish the full bowl.

"Why don't you go to your room and get in something more comfortable? I'll tidy up here and will be up in a moment," Damien suggests, standing to take your bowls to the sink.

"Dames, you really don't need to stay,"

"None of that, I always have time to be there for you. Go on upstairs," your protest dies in your throat when Damien briefly rests his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently. Then he's heading back over to the sink, starting the water and rinsing the dishes. You make your way upstairs, changing into a more comfortable outfit, resting on the edge of your bed after the effort of getting upstairs and getting changed. Damien knocks before coming in, always the gentleman, bringing a glass of water with him.

"I really don't need you to supervise me taking a nap," you point out as he sets the glass on your bedside table.

"I won't be supervising; I'm just keeping you company. You get settled in; I have to grab something." Part of you is embarrassed at the idea of Damien sitting with you while you sleep, but the other part of you recognizes the number of things he had seen you do in university and, well, taking a nap beside him was nothing compared to that.

You're laying down, just getting comfortable, when Damien reenters, carrying his briefcase in the hand not occupied by his cane.

"Do you mind if I sit beside you?" He asks, not even resting his hand on the bed until you nod. You glance over at him as he settles in, first noticing he was polite enough to kick off his shoes, then noticing his bare forearms, sleeves still rolled up from preparing lunch. He pulls out a file from the briefcase, starting to read it over while humming something under his breath. Damien's voice is rich and sweet enough when speaking, but his hums are like melted chocolate. You don't even notice how tired and relaxed you are until you're dozing off, asleep in mere minutes.

The sun is setting when you wake up, Damien's silhouette practically glowing with the late afternoon sunlight that hits him from the window. He's buried in another file, pen in hand. His other hand, you notice with surprise, is holding one of yours, thumb idly stroking the back of your hand as he reads, occasionally making a note. Now that you're awake, you should pull away, because this isn't proper- Damien's your friend, and your boss, but he's also so warm, and you're so comfortable, and you never want to let go of his hand. You shift slightly, drawing his attention your way, and you could die from how much affection is held in his smile as he notices you're awake.

"Ah, there's the little monster," he greets, and even though you're awake, he doesn't pull his hand away. You look down at your joined hands, Damien following your gaze- for a second, you swear he's blushing as he pulls away, but it could easily be the lighting.

"I'm sorry about that, you grabbed at my hand while you were asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you," he explains.

"Ah, sorry about grabbing you," you reply, a bit embarrassed.

"Don't apologize, I didn't mind," now that's definitely a blush rising on his face as he realizes what he said. You don't press the topic anymore; it's clear that he's flustered,  so you just roll over and reach your arms above your head to stretch. You slowly move to sit, grabbing the water off your bedside table, and taking a long drink.

"Are you hungry? I can heat the soup, or maybe I could make some pasta if your stomach is feeling better,"

"I think I could handle some pasta," you say, Damien nodding and moving to stand up.

"Take your time getting downstairs; it shouldn't take too long to have dinner prepared," Damien says as he packs his files and pen away into his briefcase, sliding his shoes on and grabbing his cane before leaving the room. You take your sweet time stretching and moving to stand. The water is boiling, and Damien is adding pasta to the pot as you get downstairs. True to his word, it doesn't take very long for the noodles to be prepared, Damien adding a bit of butter and a hint of salt and pepper before serving you a plate.

"Hopefully, it isn't too dull a meal, but we don't want to take any chances agitating your stomach even if it's feeling better right now," Damien says. The noodles are, admittedly, very plain, but it's also nice to have something a bit heavier in your stomach, even if it isn't a very exciting meal. There's less conversation this meal- you aren't sure that you fully woke up from your afternoon nap, and Damien seems content with the silence. It's quiet even after you finish, Damien talking and washing your plates as you finish another glass of water.

"Well," Damien starts once the dishes are set in the drying rack, fusing with his cane in a way that betrays discomfort.

"Well?" You question, not having enough context to prompt him further.

"I know it's a bit early, but since you're sick, you probably should be heading to bed soon," he says.

"Right. Would you want to stay the night?" You're not sure where the boldness to ask that question came from, your face burning with a blush as soon as you say it. Damien looks just as embarrassed but, well. He hasn't shut you down, hasn't proclaimed how immoral it is to even suggest that.

And then, "Do you really want me to stay?"

That's not the response you were expecting.

"I'd be happy to have you," while the sentiment was true, it was much bolder than you would usually be.

"Then I'd be happy to stay," your heart melts when he looks at you like that- if you were a little younger, a little more confident and naive, you would call that expression one of love. As it were, you knew better than to call it that, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

So, you end up lying on your side in bed, respectfully facing away as Damien removes his shirt and belt and his slacks. It was the only practical way for him to sleep, you had both agreed, but you wouldn't encroach on his privacy and observe as he disrobes. The situation was indecent enough as it is; there was certainly no reason to add to it. You're blushing as the bed dips, the covers shifting a bit as he slides between them.

You reach for the bedside table, turning off the lamp, plunging the room into a darkness that feels almost oppressive. You're hyper-aware of everything- his breathing, your own breathing, the warmth of having another person in the bed, the way the bed moves as Damien shifts. Then, a deep breath.

"Would you," Damien pauses, speaking quietly, "could I hold you?"

That isn't a question you asked a friend, you think, blushing at the implications behind him asking that.

"I wouldn't mind that," you answer, and your voice sounds too loud in the quiet room. There's more shifting then, a hesitant arm resting over your side, and you can tell that Damien hasn't fully settled, posed to pull away at any moment. So, you snuggle back, feeling his chest against your back, sighing as you let yourself relax into his touch. He relaxes a moment later, his arm a comfortable pressure on your side, breath warm where it occasionally brushes your ear. You fall asleep like that, his warmth almost painfully comfortable, and you have a blissfully deep sleep for the first time in ages.

The first thing you notice is how bright the room is, the sun much deeper in the sky than it would usually be when you get up. The next thing you notice is how much better you feel, no traces of nausea and barely tired. Then you notice that your bed is empty, and it's an incredibly disappointing realization that Damien had left while you were sleeping. But, on your bedside table was a glass of water, still cool, and a folded note with your name on it in curling script.

"My dearest,

I am terribly sorry to leave while you're still asleep. Unfortunately, I received an urgent request and had to go into the office earlier than I had been planning, and you needed the rest, so I didn't want to wake you. I left instructions for reheating the soup down in the kitchen, make sure you eat lunch and drink plenty of water. After work today, I will be stopping by check in on you, but you can call me if you need anything. Feel better soon.

Love,

Damien"

He called you his dearest and he signed the note with love, and you’re nearly swooning. You can't count how many times you skim the note, grinning every time your eyes cross his signature. Eventually, you manage to get up- you haven't had a proper day off in forever, and you fully intend to take advantage of it with a proper lazy day. And, at the end of the day, you get to look forward to your dearest, your Damien, coming home to you.

Well, maybe coming down with a cold isn't the worst thing after all.

#fg i hope you like it! #i tried to make it really fluffy #i want to snuggle with damien so bad #fanfiction #my works #mayor attorney #mayor damien #wkm damien #wkm the mayor #wkm the district attorney #y/n district attorney #i usually do first person and kept accidentally typing 'I' so i hope i didnt miss any lol #sick fic #okie i'm going to bed now i hope y'all have a good night #fortunately i was feeling very soft and very inspired today so this didn't take long :)

[firepiplup]

How do i say no to people

You know that analogy about people with adhd having spoons for energy management or whatever? My spoons are on backorder from like 2 months ago and more got on that list now

The problem is that all of the things I'm being asked to do are Very Important Things

I have to feed my diabetic cat. This in itself is not a problem, however she's needs to eat at a specific time (12 hour spacing) and my current sleeping situation along with work do not allow this to happen consistently. Currently trying for 7:30, we'll see how it goes

My apartment has bedbugs, and there's no way in fucking hell I'm sleeping on my living room floor until my scumlord landlord actually gets the guy to come back to spray because he did spray but I'm still seeing adults and i "need to give the spray time to work" it's been fucking 2 weeks i don't know how is supposed to work but i feel like after 2 weeks whatever spray you did isn't going to get any stronger i just want to sleep in my own bed it's been like this since fucking March

With that part explained, I'm sleeping at my mom's house on the other side of town. This in itself isn't much of a problem, however as "payment" i have to take care of her dog in the morning, to practice because she's going on a week long vacation in October and none of her dogs can just be taken care of like normal dogs. He needs to wear a diaper to leave the room while i pick up his shit and soiled weewee pad and mop the floor, give him some time to be out of his room, and then feed him his special food mix. The other dog has allergies and probably will get into something he shouldn't, then not use the bathroom outside even though he literally has a doggy door that has constant access to the backyard. Neither dog get along with each other, which is why they are separated. Thank fuck the cat is just normal, this is why i prefer them

Now with THAT explained, it's difficult to take care of my own cat on time in the morning. But as the legendary Billy Mays says: But wait, there's more!

I just got rehired at my job working in a local understaffed pizzeria. My friend, ego also works there, is on vacation (good for her, she deserves it, absolutely no negativity towards her) so i have acquired her hours. So i now work 6 days a week, kinda sorta clopen but i guess it's more of opelose. Or a combination of both? Idk. The point here is, I'm then dealing with essentially running half a restaurant alone 6 days a week, with it not being 7 purely because the owner himself ALSO has the same work schedule as far as I'm aware, and wanted to give himself a day off, and since we are so understaffed it would be impossible unless we literally closed. My tasks include answering the phone, washing dishes, making sandwiches, making dinners, folding pizza boxes, and cleaning the tables/equipment on that side of the restaurant. So essentially everything except making pizzas, cleaning the pizza area, mopping in general, and driving. We generally close at 9, 10 on Friday and Saturday. Guess who was explicitly rehired to close those days? Guess how that's going to work with me having to be home around 7:30 to take care of my own cat? I have no idea either. It's only for about 3 weeks, but my mom, whom i have not asked for any additional help with anything, won't feed the cat while i have work, even though there isn't a guarantee that i can leave on time to THEN RETURN to close, because again I'm the only one on that side of the building. I understand the fear of the bedbugs, so that's probably it, but it still fucking sucks because the kitchen is on the other side of the apartment from the bedroom and there is literally no reason to go there to feed her. But i get it

Did we get to where i can do my own ADLs? Of course not. My neighbor is in the hospital, and her husband is blind. This is a new development that was only discovered an hour before starting this post (about 3:30 am for me). She's ok, it's for mental health reasons, and that's her own business about that. Her husband being blind is not a new development however. And he needs help taking care of the pets, specifically the birds. Which is fine, they just also need to eat on their own schedule. 8am, around lunchtime, and 8pm. Guess who's still at work? One of the birds is special needs because her beak got injured and needs to be essentially spoon fed. Which the blind husband can't do at all. Fairly simple task, but just adding to my obligations that are Very Important because they involve making sure things don't starve to death while my neighbor is in Crisis

Ok let's see, that's 4 Very Important Tasks/Obligations, and only one was originally my own voluntary one. Still not at taking care of myself yet, but i have my shelter, i have my job ("part time" minimum wage, hurray. Part time because even with me being there 6 fucking days a week open to close it still isn't technically enough hours for the state to recognize it as full time), and I'm taking care of *counting* about 8 pets for the next week. Will unemployment give me my money that I've been claiming since March? No? Will they let me claim with my new working hours that makes that while process even harder? Technically but it'll take over an hour for it to process and it doesn't even do that in the end? Well fuck, guess i have to wait to get paid on the books in cash and beg for a hand written paystub and have my hours worked written down. Glad i earned $100 this week, i hope now that my hours have increased i get some more

Next on the list, appointments. Because I'm a dumbass who can't remember shit if it isn't consistently recurring, i overbooked myself for next week. My much needed therapy appointment with my therapist that I've only met once and is the replacement for my much better therapist that i actually had a relationship with is supposed to have a session with me on Tuesday. Will i remember to do it this time? Possibly since i actually remembered it's on Tuesday. Will she send me the reminder text with the zoom link? Probably not. Wednesday, my one day off, thank fuck for that, is the main problem with the scheduling. My med appointment is for 11:30. Cool, can do. Driving lesson at 12. Oh, that's a little close, but i can manage that probably. I only average 1 lesson per year and a half, so it's fine, it's "healthy" to be nervous about operating a death machine powered by explosions. Have to go to social services to pick up, or attempt to, a new food stamps card. They probably close at 5, and add a Non Driver, i need to rely on someone to take me. The sooner the better, but it can't be during the lesson. Don't forget to take care of the creatures before and during all of this.

Ok. Great. There's an hour before work. Time to shower, because it's so fucking hot I'll be sweating like crazy by the time i get around the corner to the pizzeria, with me literally getting out and dressed and then walking out the door. Glad i finally did still to take care of myself. Eating? I might have something i can heat up quickly while the cat eats and so i can take my own meds. Dishes? Those are going to have to wait, i hope the heat wave doesn't get too bad, but it's been like this for a while, still slowly chipping away at them. Sleep? Severe insomnia. I partially blame the bed, my mattress is so comfortable, i hope the bedbugs like it because i can't fucking use it right now. I'd be sleeping so fucking soundly if i were in my own bed, and yet here i am. Maybe i should take the Trazodone now. I just hope I'll wake up on time. Oh look I'm exhausted, can't afford to buy comparatively better prepared coffee from Dunkin, so i guess my shitty at home coffee is going to have to do. Black because i don't have any creamer or milk or lactose free milk in my house. Just the way i hate it. Gonna have to deal with that i guess, maybe I'll learn to like it

The coffee pot lives in my fridge now. I'm worried to put it with the other dishes because if it sits there, not being washed like everything else, then i won't even have the option of coffee. It's just water and ground up beans, I'm sure it's fine

Maybe i can find some kind of coping skill/hobby to help me through my limited me time. Let's see.... I like to crochet, and that helps me get through the dishes by letting me alternate between them and a row/round on one of my many started projects. What? It's in a giant garbage bag with a bedbug treatment stick because of the damn ass bedbugs? Can't open it for at least another week and even then there isn't a place to put the yarn safely? Well fuck. I found that really helpful with keeping me grounded. Umm, well looking online, i should *checks notes* buy new yarn in the meantime and keep it somewhere safe. Uh, well, i can't afford more yarn now and i have nowhere to put it. Videogames it is maybe? Oh fuck now I've hyper focused too long on pokemon, rhythm heaven, and whatever daily games i do, i think i have 5 of those of varying lengths of time spent on them

Did i remember to brush my teeth? No. Do i remember that i should and then when i get out of the shower so i forget to actually execute? Yes. Have i gone insane? Probably

How many spoons is a person supposed to have per day? It takes more for me just to get through the day in general. Why does everyone need me to do their Very Important Tasks? Why is there never anyone else? Can my neighbor just not buy more birds when she gets home from Crisis?

I just want to have good mental health, why is this so hard

#adhd #autistic adult #bedbugs #pizza #cats #birds #diabetes #anxiety #rant #exhaustion #dogs #work #spoons