#we stayed the whole day at my uncle's and went home after dark

[lilium--bosniacum]

bijela stijena | remains of a medieval fortification in my mother’s village. my great-grandfather was the imam in this mosque and i was told he’s buried in it’s courtyard. 

#last time i went there i tried to find his grave with no luck bc i couldn't read the inscriptions on the gravestones #that remains a very special day in my memory though #in the morning my dad took me to a clinic to get a wisdom tooth surgically removed #this is in a different town to ours #since we were there we decided to visit my uncle. my mom's brother #it just so happened he was planning to have a lamb roast in the afternoon #my uncle makes his living from agriculture and selling livestock #they told us we have to stay and obviously we couldn't refuse lol #but in the meantime we went to this place #outside of the city walls there's another graveyard and in it are buried three of my siblings who died shortly after birth in 1993 #my dad showed me their grave. it had a little iron fence around it but he told me he wished he'd gotten them a proper gravestone #after my dad died i told this to my family and my grandma wouldn't rest until we fulfilled his wish #we stayed the whole day at my uncle's and went home after dark #my dad played šemsa suljaković zar za mene nema sreće in the car on the way home #and said #ima tih pjesama koje te ugrizu za džigeru #*there are those songs that sink their teeth into your liver* #p #bosnia

[liecastillo]

Cover Up // Chris Evans

Chris Evans x female reader ?? idk lol

Summary: It’s late and not safe to drive home. The only possible solution is to stay at Chris’ house overnight. But with that masive crush? Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass...

Warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, huge crush on Chris, CHRIS (hopefully that’s all, this is my first rodeo ever, lol)

Wordcount: 2.5k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever story written in English! I’m very VERY nervous about posting this but since I’ve already put in the work when writing this, it would be a shame if it just stayed in my computer, wouldn’t it?

A big thanks to @keanureevesisbae for being such a great helper and supporter! ❤️

Enjoy!

I hummed and cracked my neck. After hours of sitting in one position it was stiff as hell and my back wasn’t doing any better. I sighed and leaned back in the chair in the dining area of Chris‘ house.

“I think we‘re done for today,“ Chris said and finished his fourth bottle of beer. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes for a second to give them some rest. But as quickly as I shut them down, I opened them again when I realized it was pitch dark outside. Annoyed, I groaned at the thought of the forty-minute drive back home.

We planned to end our planning session way earlier, but between laying out all the meetings, interviews, table reads and filming days so they don’t overlay over each other, we kinda got lost and forgot to watch the time.

It was worth it though. We planned out almost the next four months and everything should go smoothly. Should.

Chris must have been reading my mind as his eyes went from my small frame to the window and then back to me.

“You can stay overnight if you want to. The guest bedroom is ready for you… as always,“ he offered.

As always. I knew it was a jab at me because every time he offered something remotely close to staying overnight in his house, I dodged the offer and opted to rather drive back home. It was better that way. I was sure about that.

I didn’t know if I would be able to handle a whole damn night in a place where every corner smells like… him. Even being in his proximity for the whole afternoon and evening proved to be challenging.

Of course, this was not always the case. No.

It started pretty recently. Or maybe a couple of months ago but time flies by fast when you’re having fun - and Chris was a lot of fun. I mean, he always was. That’s just who Chris is. He’s the fun uncle, always joking and pranking everyone else and being friendly with basically everybody.

But I felt like he stopped being friendly with me a long time ago. It started with simple touches, like touching my waist so we don’t collide with each other when he walks by me in tight spaces, and even simpler gestures, like making sure I drink enough water during the day (because he knows that has been my whole life struggle) and always bringing me something to snack on (because he knows I have a very sweet tooth).

And I already had a massive crush on him before all of this. But now? Now I don’t even know what to do anymore. He was becoming more and more attractive to me with every little thing he did every day and it was starting to feel unbearable.

Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if my underwear is completely drenched after spending so much time with him.

I wiggled in my chair and realised that I in fact could really feel something wet and sticky between my legs. Oh boy.

Chris looked at me with a very pointed look. Shit. I have been quiet for too long, I haven’t given him any answer to his offer.

I shook my head to get any and all horny thoughts out of there and licked my lips before gently biting the lower one.

“I don’t know, Chris,“ I murmured.

Chris sighed and shrugged.

“It’s all up to ya but you know I would love to have you over for once so you don’t have to drive all the way home. I mean, c’mon… It can’t even be safe anymore with how tired you are.“

Reluctantly I nodded in agreement and sighed. I pondered over his arguments about why I should stay and I have to say he IS right - I am tired. And yes, it is not the safest thing to drive for so long in this state. Was there any other choice though? No.

I mean yes, but that included staying with Chris. Ugh, this situation is so frustrating…

“C’mon, I’m going to give you some fresh towels and something to sleep in,“ Chris chirped. Crap, he must have taken my silence as a yes. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on dry land, but I couldn’t think of any more reasons, why I couldn’t stay. I think I officially ran out of them the last time he offered.

With a lot of hesitation evident in my body language, I stood up and followed him to the laundry room. He handed me some towels and his t-shirt and shorts. HIS t-shirt AND shorts.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the heck.

I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. However, it was a mistake, because I only inhaled more of his scent wafting from his t-shirt that I held pressed to my chest together with the towels. I almost whined like a kicked puppy while we were walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“If you need anything, text me or call for me, mkay?“ he said.

“Mhm,“ I murmured – I didn’t feel brave enough to say something else. But after we stood in the hallway for a minute and no one said anything, I took it upon myself to get this over with.

“Thank you, Chris, you’re very kind. Good night.“

“Always happy to help, ya know that,“ he said.

“I know,“ I replied.

“Good night,“ Chris said before he disappeared into his room.

I sighed and also went into my room for the night. I looked around and admired the king-sized bed with silky white sheets and a mountain of pillows. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed and there were lamps and tissue boxes on both of them. There were two doors on the right – one of them led to the bathroom and the other one… probably a closet?

I placed my bag on the bed together with Chris’ clothes and the towels he gave me and rummaged through my bag. Aha! Thank you irregular period for making me carry another set of underwear with me wherever I go.

I walked to the open door that led to the bathroom and stepped in there. Maybe a nice shower will calm me down and help me to handle everything.

I stripped down and climbed into the spacious shower. I turned the water on and set it to a hot temperature. Just the right one. I sighed and leaned into the wall for support.

Resting my forehead on the wall I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that has happened today and everything that I still need to do tomorrow and in the next couple of days. But those thoughts haven’t lasted for a long time.

Slowly but surely they were being replaced by blue eyes, bushy beard and soft brown hair. The smell of cedar wood and citrus swarmed around me. Thick arms with popping veins wrapped around my waist and a hot and sticky body pressed to mine. Smooth skin brushed against mine and my knees started to shake. I quickly opened my eyes and looked around in panic but I quickly realized it was just my damn own fantasy.

Shaking my head I scrubbed down my body and climbed out of the shower. I should not have thoughts like that, it’s only going to make things worse for me. I dried myself and put on my underwear but held back from putting on Chris‘ clothes. I stared at it laying on the closed laundry basket and contemplated if this is a good idea.

Picking it up I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.

Cedarwood, citrus, musk and… Dodger.

I groaned and threw it back on the laundry basket. He doesn’t have to know, what eyes can’t see…

I went back to the room and grabbed my tee from today. It’s not that dirty and I think I will be able to survive in it throughout the night and until I get back home.

While I was in the bathroom I noticed an electric toothbrush by the sink and there were new toothbrush heads so I decided to take advantage of it and brush my teeth.

After putting the tee on and quickly brushing my teeth, I climbed into the bed and wrapped myself up in the blanket.

The plan was to fall asleep as soon as possible but so far I was failing miserably. I was just tossing and turning and I could not for the life of me get rid of the ache between my thighs. I rubbed them against each other and whined.

My imagination took a strike again.

I swear I could feel huge palms wrap around my thighs and pull them apart. They gently glided from my knee to my core and created a path of goosebumps.

I shuddered and parted my legs a bit more. Gentle fingers brushed against my core and my hips bucked up.

With a moan, I opened my eyes and realized those were in fact my small fingers trying to find their way inside my underwear. I groaned and threw away the blanket that was not helping with the heat I was feeling all over my poor horny body.

There is no way back or more like no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep feeling like this. I have to do only one thing possible right now, otherwise, I’ll be just tossing and turning the whole night regretting everything that has happened today.

Hesitantly I stalked towards my handbag and took out my pale blue vibrator. I may regret this in the future but what else should a woman like me do when she is around such a fine man as Chris.

So far I managed to avoid masturbating while thinking of Chris but I think today’s the day I’m going to break one of my rules that were supposed to help me not to fall in love with him even more.

They were totally useless.

I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed. Again, I spread my legs and pressed the buzzing vibrator to my clothed core.

And as before, I let my mind wander wherever it wanted to in order to get off.

I was thinking about his blue eyes. His smile and his sexy bushy beard. Oh, how amazing it would feel if it would just brush on the sides of my thighs and then all over my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

How amazing his full lips and pink tongue would feel lapping on my folds and the juices dripping down from my pussy.   

How his hands would rub on my thighs first and then move to my belly before deferring down to my waist to pin me down to the bed.

My hips bucked up and down and my back arched. I hummed in contentment and bit my lip.

My pussy started to clench and my whole body began to shake and quiver with ecstasy.

The orgasm was so magical that my ears started to buzz and my vision became blurry before I tightly closed my eyes while I enjoyed the rest of the ride.

I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover up a moan that came to the surface.

The corners of my mouth went up and I sighed with relief.

However, that relief was quickly gone when I heard a knock on the door.

I panicked. My heart started to pound and my ears started to buzz, although right now it was for a completely different reason.

Oh no. It must be Chris. There is no one else in the house. Unless Dodger learnt how to knock on the door which is very unlikely he managed to do in the last half an hour.

I sat on the bed and looked around. There is no way he did not hear the buzzing of my vibrator and he is not stupid, he’s definitely going to put the pieces together.

Suddenly I got an idea.

I jumped from the bed and silently ran to the bathroom, grabbed the electric toothbrush and quickly ran back to the bedroom and to the door.

This should work, or at least confuse him enough if he heard something.

I exhaled to slow down the beating of my heart and with the next inhale I opened the door.

And there he was.

Clad in sleeping shorts and nothing else.

Oh sweet lord.

My eyes scanned his torso up and down. All of the tattoos he wore on his body and all of the abs he worked so hard for. Even the fine hair on his chest that looked disgusting on anyone else yet so sexy on Chris.

I looked up at his eyes and noticed a puzzled look in his blue ponds.

They jumped from my eyes to the still buzzing electric toothbrush in my hand and then to my t-shirt that clearly showed my erect nipples.

Damn, I didn’t even realize that.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

He tried again and this time he said: “I thought I heard…“ He did not finish the sentence, instead, his eyes flashed again to the electric toothbrush I held in my hand.

Oh god. Please no.

I turned it off and took a breath to say something but before I could say anything, he was faster.

“Ya know what… Whatever… I just wanted to say good night again and to make sure you’ve got everything you need. So… Good night!“

He quickly turned on his heel and went away from the guest bedroom I stayed in.

I sighed and bit my lip.

I closed the door and laid back in the bed. I turn on my side and stared at the electric toothbrush I placed on the nightstand next to the bed.

Should I have covered it up? Wouldn’t it be better to just let it be and deal with the consequences? Wouldn’t it be better to just let him think whatever he wants to think?

I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know it because what is done, is done.

Tomorrow I have to get out of here as soon as possible. No breakfast, no coffee, just a simple goodbye, and I’ll be on my way home because after this, I can’t even look him straight in the eyes without coming back to that feeling when I came with him in front of my eyes.

I’ll have to avoid him for at least a week before I can see him again without turning into a full-on tomato. 

Oh well. That actually won’t be possible.

Tomorrow afternoon is a photoshoot day. 

For Gucci. 

Which means half-naked Chris.

Yeah, I’ll have to find a last-minute excuse as to why I can not come because if I’ll see half-naked Chris, I will come, but in a whole ‘nother way…

I don’t know, what do you guys think?

#chris evans #chrisevansfanfic #chrisevansfanfiction #cevans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans story #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut

[the-fiction-witch]

Dad

Media Love Actually

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept New Daddy

"You sure you two will be okay?" I asked getting my handbag and fixing my skirt for work, I hated doing this but I didn't have much of a choice my landlord was fumigating the whole building so we had to be out for two weeks, and my usual daycare was closed today due to them having a massive pipe leak, I really didn't want to do this I felt awful but what choice did I really have? 

"We'll be fine won't we munchkin" Sam smiled as little Ivy ran over to him still in her PJ of course and he happily picked her up sitting her on his hip

"You sure it's not too much trouble-"

"Not your fault is it, you're already staying here and I don't have anything to do anyway. It's fine we'll have fun won't we little munchkin?" 

"Yeah!" she giggled 

"We'll be fine, don't worry about us"

"Okay well I'm just a phone call away"

"I know, but I'm sure I can handle it," he says "Go say bye-bye to your mummy," He tells her setting her down 

"Bye bye mummy" she smiled hugging my leg

"Bye-bye darling, you be good for Uncle Sam alright? I'll see you when I get home"

"I will I promise" She smiled before she ran off towards the spare room we were sleeping in 

"Any problems-"

"I know, Have a good day at work"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled grabbing my keys and heading off to work for the day.

It had been a very long day one of those days where nothing quite goes the way you want it to I was home later than I wanted to be but such is the way some days. I headed inside seeing the place rather dark and quiet Sam got up from the sofa shutting the TV off as he came over "Hey, how was work?"

"Ughh don't" I sighed

"Sorry, dinner's in the microwave for you"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled "How was Ivy?" I asked grabbing the plate from the microwave and taking a seat at the small table

"Aww, she's been a little angel,"

"Oh? What did you do then?"

"Well we went to the park she had a nice play on the swings for a while, then we went to the museum and learnt about dinosaur bones and whales,"

"Aww That's sweet Sam"

"If we're going to spend the day together she might as well learn something, and I may have treated her to a little present from the gift shop"

"You didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I like to treat her sometimes" 

"That's why she thinks you're fun Uncle Sam" 

"Five-pound admission and a ten-pound spend in a gift shop is a small price to pay for her to have some fun, and she gets to go back to daycare next week with lots of dinosaur facts" 

"How'd dinner go?"

"Very well she helped me cook and even did the drying up" 

"She's a good girl,"

"How was work?" 

"You know how it goes, paperwork, Luke being Luke" 

"I don't know why you don't quit that awful place"

"What else would I do Sam? I have to take care of Ivy somehow"

"...what if, you two came and stayed with me? on a more permanent basis?"

"and what would I do all day?"

"Take care of Ivy, help me with the house. look after the place when I go on tour"

"That's very sweet Sam, but I can't," I told him taking my plate to the sink

"why not?" he asks coming to stand with me

"We couldn't ask that of you"

"You're not asking it of me, I'm asking you." he says "I know you hate being away from her, and I know you hate shoving her in a daycare, I'd handle stuff money-wise you get to be home all day with her"

"I can't -"

"why not? I'd be happy to and I know I wouldn't be sending you two back to that awful flat"

"even so, where would we sleep?"

"well, Ivy can have the spare room as her bedroom and... I figured you could bunk with me"

"Oh? At the foot of your bed?"

"if that's where you're comfortable, I thought more snuggled up with me but it's up to you"

"That's sweet Sam but it's not even like we're-"

"Then we can be, if you want a label on it I'm more than happy to put one and it makes it easier for little Ivy" He explained "Unless you, don't see me like that?"

"Well... I uhhh" I stuttered 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"

"I might have" I blushed of course I had thought about it, I had thought about Sam like that for as long as I'd known him but I suppose I'd always just tossed those feelings away

"Because I have, far more than once. You two are always welcome here you know that" he says giving my hand a little kiss 

I blushed hard but I gave his lips a soft kiss he happily kissed back wrapping his arms around my waist as my hip pressed against the counter top I smiled and stroked his shirt a little till he pulled back rubbing my nose as he did 

"How about you get you're nightie and come stay in my bed tonight?" 

"That does sound nice" I smiled "Did you have anything planned for Ivy tomorrow?"

"Yeah I promised I'd take her to the seal sanctuary and the beach for ice cream, You're more than welcome to blow off work and come too. It could be a lovely day just the three of us" 

"she loves seals, that sounds lovely Sam" I smiled giving him another kiss 

He chuckled a little as he pulled away "You know, she told me a little secret today"

"Did she now, what was it?"

"Ohh a top-secret, really high levels of classification I really shouldn't even be telling you this."

"I don't already know?"

"No, she told me this is so secret even you don't know" 

"Oh? What is it then?"

"she told me that for a good while now she's secretly, wanted a little brother"

"She has?"

"Ummm she wants a little brother very badly" he explained "And I think I'm in agreement with her"

"Are you?"

"I think she needs a little brother, and if that's okay with you? I'm more than happy to... help supply her with one" He smirked grinding his hips against my own. 

"Ohh would you now?"

"I would,"

"I assume you'd want something for this help? some form or repayment"

"Well, you're already moving in with me so how about I help give Ivy a little brother and I get to fill the family role as the dad? not just fun Uncle Sam."

"You'd really want that?"

"I would, I love Ivy, I love you. If you'd be willing to have me I'm more than happy to step in where Danny bailed out" 

"Aww Sam" I smiled tearing up 

"Hey, hey no little tears" he says kissing my tears away 

"It's okay their happy tears"

"Good, now you go get your nightie and give Ivy a kiss goodnight, I'll go wait up in our bed and get ready to help with her little brother" he smiled 

"Okay" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss before I headed to the spare room where Ivy and I had been sleeping seeing she had taken up all the double bed where I was gone with her blanket and a dinosaur book from the museum open in front of her where she must have been looking at it before she fell asleep, I smiled sitting on the bed and fixing her hair, tucking her in and giving her head a little kiss which woke her a little 

"Hi little one I thought you were sleeping"

"I was a little sleeping" she giggled what she often says when she was half asleep or faking it "Mummy?"

"Yes, Ivy?"

"Could Uncle Sam be my new daddy?"

"We'll see Ivy," I told her "Now you get some sleep if you need anything you call okay and either me or Sam will come help you"

"I will, goodnight mummy"

"Goodnight sweetheart"

"Tell Uncle Sam I said goodnight too"

"I will do" I laughed grabbed my things and headed out leaving her door open a crack, I headed across the locked-up house to Sam's room seeing the bed made and the ensuite light on so I set my stuff down and kicked off my heels and changed into my nightie 

"she tucked up tight?"

"All snug as a bug" I smiled, "She says goodnight"

"she's a sweetheart," he laughs coming from the bathroom shutting the light off now down to just his boxers "Whoa..."

"What?"

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you, Sam,"

"so? You're okay in my bed tonight"

"If you are"

"Most defiantly" He smiled coming and sitting beside me but leaving a respectful space "If you just wanna get to bed that's fine I don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to"

"That's very sweet Sam" I smiled kissing his head "But if it's all the same to you" I cooed holding his hand 

"Ohh believe me y/n I don't need to be asked twice" He smirked pushing me down on his bed flat so he could hover over me 

"Ohh Sam" I blushed wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss 

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #sam smut #sam imagine #samuel #sammy #sam #loveactully

[awooga-llama]

The Ocean

Technoblade x NB Child! Reader

I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.

This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙

In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.

"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"

The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.

"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).

"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.

They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.

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"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.

"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.

"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.

"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.

"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.

They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.

Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.

"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.

"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.

"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.

"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.

#technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x child #technoblade x you #comfort dsmp #techno x y/n #wilbur soot #tommyinit dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cute fluff #oneshot

[dameronsknight]

Droids and Napkins // poe dameron x fem!reader

PART 2

warnings: none

word count: still don't know my dude

part 1 part 2

👇🏻

Let's go with your father...

I was really nervous. I haven't seen my dad in a long time since I went to train with Uncle Luke.

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"Listen, kid, if you have any doubts about this, don't hesitate in getting on a ship a flying back home." Dad said as he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

I giggled and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind." I said.

"Han, she'll be alright. Don't worry." My mom said as she approached us.

My dad scoffed and shook his head. "I'm not worrying! I'm just saying that she can come back..." He said. My mom and I shared a look of knowing. "I mean, is my only daughter going away and leaving me, and I don't know when I will see her again? Sure! But I know she can handle herself... Yeah." My dad said and avoided looking at us.

I sighed and dropped my bag on the floor. "Dad..." I started to say before taking his hands in mine. "I'm going to be fine. I want to do this. Many years ago you helped save the galaxy, and I wanna be able to do that as well... You taught me how to pilot, now Uncle Luke is going to help me understand this feeling. I need to understand it." I said.

My dad nodded and I swore I could some tears building in his eyes. "I'm gonna miss you, kid. Who am I gonna take with me on my adventures now?" He asked and chuckled.

"You have Chewie." I said and our tall, furry friend roared from behind. My dad placed a hand on my cheek and nodded.

"Take care and be careful out there, Y/N." He said and pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me.

"I love you, dad." I said.

"I know."

***********

"Y/N?" I heard that familiar voice and looked up.

"Hi, dad..." I said and folded my hands in front of me. There he was, a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Oh, sweetheart." My dad said and immediately ran to hug me tightly, and I welcomed his embrace and familiar scent. "You okay? What happened out there?" He asked.

"Ben." I whispered. My dad rubbed my back soothingly.

"Come here. Let's sit down." He said and walked me over to a bench. My mom, my dad and I sat down and they stayed quiet, waiting for me to speak. I took a deep breath.

"I don't know... how it happened. How it started." I said. "I was sleeping and all of the violent noises woke me up. Suddenly Ben... He..." I tried to say but the lump in my throat didn't let me.

"Hey, Hey. Kid, look at me. Deep breaths, okay?" My dad and started breathing in and out with me. "That's it." He said and nodded for me to continue.

I shuddered and rubbed my neck. "He turned, dad. Ben turned to the dark side. I could sense it. I could see it in his eyes. He was different! His whole being was consumed by it." I said.

Mom and Dad stayed silent. Dad seemed agitated and confused. After a few minutes of silence, my mom finally spoke.

"Did you notice anything odd about him before the... incident?" She asked. I slightly tilted my bead to the side and tried to remember.

"There was one moment... during training. We were both sparring and suddenly I felt a pull. I could feel it in my chest, but I just thought it was the adrenaline of the moment. Then I looked at Ben and his face showed... anger. That feeling suddenly got so strong, and so did Ben. He aimed his lightsaber at mine a little too harshly, and made me fall back. He immediately apologized, but he seemed bothered..." I said staring ahead at nothing as I played the images of that day in my head.

"Was he being seduced to the dark side? If so, by who? You were at Luke's jedi temple for crying out loud." My mom said and I shrugged, but I suddenly remembered something else.

"That night I had a dream. It was short but very clear. I kept hearing a voice in my head that was saying 'join me' repeatedly." I said and looked at my mom. "I didn't recognize who's voice it was or why it was telling me to join them. But it was sort of robotic, as if it was a droid maybe? And it's breathing was heavy."

My mom and dad looked up at each other with worried eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked back and forth at them. "What?" I asked.

"What happened the next day when you woke up?" Dad asked.

"Nothing. I just tried to forget my dream and continue with my normal activities. But Ben did seem different. He looked lost and sometimes in a trance." I said. Mom sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"We have to look for Ben. Who knows where he is and what he's doing! He has to come back home." She said.

My dad nodded rapidly. "Y-yeah. But how are we gonna do that?" He asked and his breath hitched.

"I'll find a way." Mom said and my dad nodded and turned his attention back on me.

"The good thing is that you're okay and you're here. Safe." He said and grabbed my hand, softly caressing it. "Everything's gonna be fine, kiddo."

I sure didn't feel as if everything was gonna be fine. I was scared and confused, but I just nodded and looked down. My dad seemed to know me like the back of his hand as he saw the uncertainty on my face. "Hey, don't you worry about it. You're the strongest most bravest girl I ever know, and I'm positive that you did your best. But your also just one person, don't carry all the weight on your shoulders, being a jedi-" He was saying but I interrupted him.

"I'm not a jedi." I said abruptly. My dad leaned back a bit. "You know, I didn't finish the training so I'm not a jedi. I'm not..." I said softer this time and I looked down.

My dad nodded. "Well... you're better off being the best pilot in the galaxy. It's in your blood, kid." He said with a smile. That particular smile that made me feel safe.

My mom chuckled and shook her head. "Even though I despised you teaching her how to fly a ship at a very young age, I guess it comes in handy now." She said making me smile.

"I guess so." I said with a shrug.

"Don't worry, Y/N. It's gonna be okay." My dad said and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him to hug me. My mom hooked her arm with mine and leaned her head on my shoulder.

I felt warm and safe. As if just for this moment, everything was perfect. Until the memory of my brother came back to my mind.

But for now, I could pretend to act strong for them.They had hope that they could find Ben and bring them back. My hopes were shattered, and I was afraid that my brother, Ben Solo...

Would never return.

*****************************

A few days have passed and I was trying to move on and forget. My mom sent out informants and spies to see if she could get any information about Ben and his whereabouts, but as each day passed, nobody knew one thing.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't exactly have a position or a job here at the resistance. I helped around wherever I could, even at the medbay. Some members got sick or injured.

That day, after talking to my parents about what had happened, I went back to my room that my mom gave me. It was small, but I was just one person, so it was fine. I had grabbed my lightsaber, stared at it, and finally came to the conclusion that I had to put it away.

I took a wooden box and placed it in there. Wrapped in a cloth, and tied with some rope. I found a small hiding place within a wall of my room, and I put it there. Not to be touched for a long time...

It's time to find a new path... I thought.

Today I was walking to the cantina after my mom basically forced me to go eat something. I have been helping around the communications room. As I was heading towards there, a familiar round orange droid rolled passed me.

"Hi, BB-8." I said loud enough so he could hear me. The droid came to a stop and turned around at the mention of his name, and he beeped what seemed happily when he saw me.

Brroop beep beep. Hi Y/N! He said. It was amazing how this little droid was different to the others. He reminded me of R2-D2, who was now powered down.

I bent down and softly patted his head. "Where are you headed?" I asked.

Boop beep beep. To the cantina! I'm looking for Poe. BB-8 replied.

I haven't spoken to the pilot ever since we met at the hangar. I did see him around base and one time he even waved at me from afar, making me wave back shyly.

He's a really good pilot from what I heard. The son of my mom's old friends from years ago. Poe always had a smile on his face and I could tell how he had some sort of gift of cheering everyone up. That's why I never spoke to him. Maybe I would bring him down with my mood...

"Well, I'm going there too to get something to eat." I said and BB-8 beeped happily and started to roll by my side as we headed to the cantina.

When we got there, there were already a lot of people eating at the tables. Sitting down with their group of friends. I noticed how some some mechanics were eating together, as well as pilots in a group with other pilots.

BB-8 rolled away to a table. I looked up and there was Poe, with other pilots who I don't know their names, but I have seen them around. I didn't follow him because that would be... awkward. I mean, I only talked to the guy once right?

Deciding to turn the other way to grab a plate to fill it with food. I looked around if there was any table that was empty, but the cantina was full and every table or seat was occupied. I looked down at my plate and sighed, and I turned back to the exit to go eat at the debriefing room where my mom probably is.

But a frantic couple of loud beeps made me freeze in my spot. When I turned around, I saw BB-8 rolling towards me.

Beep beep brrooop. Come sit with me and Poe! He said and I looked up to where Poe was, and there he was waving, trying to catch my attention. "Hey!" He shouted and pointed to the seat next to him.

I looked back down at BB-8 who was rolling around me excitingly. "O-okay, little guy. I'm coming." I said and followed him to the table.

"Hey there, newbie. Where were you about to go?" Poe asked once I sat down. He pat my back and he had a small smile on his face.

"Uh... To the debriefing room with my mom." I said and let out a shameful chuckle.

"Your mom?" Poe asked.

"Oh yeah, you're Leia's kid." One of the other pilots said. I looked up at her and nodded.

"Guilty as charged." I said before taking a bite out of my food.

"Wait what? You're Leia's daughter? Y/N... Solo?" Poe asked in disbelief and I nodded.

"Yep, that's me." I said and giggled at Poe's wide eyes and surprised face.

The rest of the group looked at Poe and chuckled. "You didn't know that, Dameron?" One guy asked.

"No, Weasley. I met her the other day but I wasn't aware." Poe said and shoved the guy's arm playfully.

"It's really not a big deal." I said with a shrug.

"Oh so she's the girl you told us about." Another girl said with a smile.

The girl? He told them about me? Oh, maker. Did he tell them how we met and why? No, he wouldn't. Would he? This is so embarrassing, I knew I shouldn't have sat here-

"How did you guys meet?" The Weasley guy asked, making me sigh in relief. Maybe Poe didn't tell them after all.

"I told you guys. Y/N had arrived on base and she was talking to Leia. I just wanted to give her a welcome, but I would've never thought she was actually Leia's daughter." Poe said and turned to smile at me. A smile that I sensed said 'Don't worry, you're secret is safe with me.' I nodded and took another bite of my food.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Tallie." One of them said.

"I'm Connix."

"Snap Weasley."

"Karé."

They all introduced themselves and I nodded at the mentions of each of their names.

"It's nice to meet you all too." I said and smiled.

"Poe Dameron." Poe said with a grin. I gave him an unamused look.

"I know that, Poe." I said and chuckled. His grin just got wider and he shrugged.

"Just wanted to introduce myself again." He said with a wink. Maker, that wink. He really had a bright personality, didn't he?

"So, Y/N, can you fly a ship?" Snap asked.

"Ever since I was a little girl. I can fly anything." I said.

"Duh, you doofus." Karé said and flicked Snap's forehead, to which he responded with an offended look. "Her father is Han Solo!"

"I'm sorry for asking! Maker..." Snap said and I giggled.

"I saw Han Solo leave base the other day. Thought he was gonna stay longer like he's done before." Tallie said and my heart dropped. I knew why he left...

Poe must've noticed my face change drastically because he looked at me concerned, placed a hand on my forearm, and cleared his throat. "Maybe he has things to do. He is a big part of the Rebel Alliance, you know." He said and everyone agreed and changed the subject. Thank the stars.

I looked down at my plate and felt the tears start to form in my eyes. I took a deep breath. "Excuse me..." I said softly before standing up and quickly leaving the cantina.

Maker, don't cry... don't cry. Stop it. I walked down the hallway and let myself in the debriefing room. My mom wasn't there and maybe that was a good thing. I didn't want to see her like this.

Suddenly, I felt a huge pressure in my chest, my surroundings were suddenly... fading away? Then, I heard breathing. Robotic, deep breathing. It was getting closer, but I didn't see anyone around me. My name was being called louder and louder.

"Join me." The voice said. Making me jump. That same voice, I've heard it before.

Y/N...

Y/N.

No, no, no. This can't be happening now. Not here, oh Maker, help me. Help me.

"Y/N?" A voice said, making me jump and turn around to look at the person who called me.

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a/n: :D :D :D end of part 2 HSBSJSBSKAB SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST THIS, IT'S BEEN A HARD WEEK AND I'VE BEEN FEELING UNMOTIVATED- anyways, i hope you guys like it!!!! part 3 coming soon! I PROMISE 😭

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[freebooter4ever]

Hmmm memories. Grandma would love my tree.

I printed out a photo and mailed it to her in a christmas card but its not the same.

I was sitting in my chair and thinking about how i really should have a second one because it's extremely silly to have only one seat. Eventually i will expand my circle of friends, eventually im gonna want to invite people over who will not willingly sit at the bar for the whole time, i need a second seat.

But it also got me thinking about Grandma in ohio and her set up with two armchairs right next to each other in front of the TV.

When I was tiny, like really really little, like less than 4 feet tall little, I was terrified of the dark/sleeping alone. My one grandma (callyerdogsoff) helped out by recording a cassette tape of her reading my favorite books: "Sarah's Lion" and one about a ballerina. Every night I would play those on repeat over and over again until eventually I fell asleep and it would run to the end of the tape and then turn off.

My other grandparent's - the italian ones - solved this problem more directly. They would shove this ratty textured 70's lounge chair thing up against the end of their four poster bed and let me sleep there. The lounge chair had very boxy three sides and was flat and with the extra edge formed by the bed, essentially made a very large crib.

Now this was the house my dad and his three siblings went through high school in, so there were perfectly decent bunk beds in the boys old room I could have slept in one of those. But because I'd get scared grandma and grandpa always let me stay at the foot of their bed and fall asleep to grandpa's snoring.

Anyway, in october this year, the night before I took the flight back to LA, even though I knew I had to wake up at 3am, I snuck downstairs, through the farmhouse, and over to Grandma's little cottage, careful not to wake my aunt and uncle.

I knew grandma would be reading because of the number of times in the months after grandpa's death when I'd have to go take the book out of her hands and turn the light off after she'd finally fall asleep. And sure enough, she was in bed reading, and I crawled in on grandpa's side next to her, just to spend a little bit more time with her. And we were talking, and laughing about how both of us have queen sized beds now and neither of us use the whole thing - we have our 'side' and don't like to cross it. Grandma because from age 19 on she always had grandpa beside her. And me because im just used to having a twin bed, lol.

Grandma asked me if I wanted to sleep there next to her, and I declined because I knew I had to get up at an ungodly hour of the morning and I really didn't want to wake everybody on the farm. But also because it felt a little weird taking grandpa's spot instead of being at the foot of the bed.

And then she confessed something that just absolutely broke my heart. She said that sometimes when it's just her alone, in her chair in front of the TV, with the empty chair sitting next to her, she pretends like grandpa's sitting there and she's talking to him.

I have a lot of regrets about everything that happened after grandpa's death - i dont think we should have moved grandma from seattle that suddenly and quickly. She lost her entire support network and community AND her husband of over 65 years all in one go. And my aunt complains that now she won't socialize with anyone outside the family.

Grandma and grandpa had their first date when they were 14 and 17. And my bitter mother used to tell me that the only reason they stayed together was because they were of a 'different generation' and they secretly hate each other just like my mom hates my dad. But it wasn't true. My grandparents were in love up until the day he died - even when dying in the hospital while he was slightly delirious on pain meds grandpa was jorking about him and grandma 'necking'. And whenever the three of us went to the museum of flight during my visits back home from the burgh, grandpa and I would wander into the exhibits to look at the history. And grandma would sit in the main atrium to people watch and socialize. And grandpa would always make sure we checked in on her regularly because - as he put it - if he left her sitting there alone too long the old men would start flocking.

Anyway, I was just sitting there in my drawing chair tonight thinking about how I didn't even have a second chair let alone someone to imagine in it. And it also got me thinking about how much grandma would love my christmas tree.

#Journal shit

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 7 July 1835

8 5

11 35

no kiss  fine morning F60 ½° at 8 ¾ - out at 9 - Mark Hepworth here with a load of hay - softish and greenish but may do - breakfast at 9 ¼ - in about ¾ hour - then out - busy getting in the hay - helped till 12 to fork it into what used to be the cow house till I was in a great heat - 7 loads got in today - had George and John Clarke and Robert S- and his man Joseph Shape, and sent my uncle’s old cart and the great bay horse Tadcaster, and Ruthin as a 2nd cart to help Mark and his 2 horse cart - he thinks there is 10 tons of hay on the Mytholm holm =3D.W..3qrs.19p.  and I have the little croft besides sure his 2 horses brought 2 tons at the 1st load - came in at 12 - John helped me with the newspaper commode into the drawing room (it came this morning from painting at Hoylands’ being made by Greenwood) and A- helped to put the volumes of bound newspapers into it - then came upstairs to receive my aunt who for the 1st time was brought thro’ the library into the blue room and after sitting a little while there sat a little in the tent room - and in my little dressing room much pleased with the alterations - at 1 5 left my aunt and A- Mr Harper being come - and his clerk of the works Mr Husband - went with them to the Lodge - not stuff enough taken away - wished Mr H- to give specifications of the Lodge and bridge to Booth and Brian Helm - as B- did not come Mr H- went away at 3 35 - I had consulted him about the model of Switzerland - he advised my not having it opened in London - good - said I would write to Mr Benshaw about it - Mr H-‘s advice about furniture for the drawing room also good - the glass (mirror) in the dark between the window should be set in the pannel and reach from the top of the room to the window seat - then a dark coloured marble slab for pier table with little book-case below if I liked - the 6 old oaks chairs (3 or 4 centuries old) to be done up with crimson backs and cushions and conches on each side of the fire-place filling up the whole of that side, and cushions on the window seats, would be enough- will consider about addition to the house - to stay till Friday - out with A- at 3 40 - we walked to our hayfield (Mytholm holm) then went into the house and saw the old oak chimney piece - home along Lower brea wood and my walk at 4 40 - A- went in, I staid out with the workmen - sometime at the Lodge - then had Booth who had seen Mr Harper at Northgate - to meet him there at 10 am tomorrow - said I had put all into Mr Harper’s hands - he would judge from the estimates delivered to him and choose his workmen I had merely mentioned 4 masons and as many joiners who were to have specifications - Brian Helm, Booth, and the people from Bradford who built St James’s church and Greenwood, Hainsworth Dean and Sawke and Joseph Hepworth joiners - Booth to take his chance with fewer competitors for the Lodge and bridge wished he might get the 2 latter - the dry bridge he is to finish, at any rate - dinner at 6 ½ -

SH:7/ML/E/18/0057

 coffee - a little while with my father and Marian - tea at 9 - read the London papers Miss Byron to be married to Lord King today - the great Carlist Spanish general Zumalacarrgnuey  [Zumalacàrregui] died on the 24th ultimo- tea at 9 - ¼ hour with my aunt till 10 5 then wrote the whole of today and the last 11 lines of yesterday - A- had Washington this morning - I saw him for a minute or 2 while I stood over the hay getting in - Mr Carr to pay his rent without being sent after - Mr G. Robinson wants 2 years insurance of the mill - very well - but he had laid out £15 on the Bywash and wants me to allow £5 of it - no! he was to pay a certain rent per annum for a certain sum to be laid out by me, and for all beyond that sum he was to pay a certain percentage - if he chose to pay the percentage, I would pay (on seeing the bills and being satisfied) the whole £15 but I would make no allowance - Dull, rain-threatening day a few drops now and then during the afternoon but nothing to signify - F61° now at 10 ¾ pm

[opalpearl86]

Passionate Desires

Dave York x Aurora Black Story

Chapter 4: Secrets Unveiled: Dave’s Infidelity

Same Day at the York Household.

Dave has been frustrated a lot lately with Carol and her damn affair with that fucking Swedish boy toy of hers. One thing that they can both agree upon for the past several months: that is having another child together especially for him to bond with on the male spectrum, is having a boy he always wanted since they have been married for nearly eleven out of the fifteen years being together.

Dave’s Flashback:

The whole fertility issue all started when Dave and Carol were trying to get pregnant with Molly, when Alice was about one and a half. It took fucking four years when Carol has finally gotten pregnant with Molly. Throughout the second pregnancy, Carol wasn’t really happy about it at all; she could tell that she was going to have another girl before the gender reveal party that her mother and sister Maria were throwing at Carol and Maria’s mother’s house. Once Dave and Carol cut the gender reveal cake and inside turned out to be pink. Carol started crying her eyes out and stormed off into the house with Maria and her mother running after her. After the whole debacle went down at the gender reveal party, Carol became extremely cold to both Dave and the unborn Molly for the rest of the pregnancy. There were major complications with Carol ending up having an emergency c-section just to give birth to Molly. 

Dave spent the next year working from home just to help Carol with raising the girls and doing the chores around the house to make her feel better. That’s when the marriage between Dave and Carol began to slowly fall apart.

Back to the Present Time:

Dave was down the street of Aurora’s workplace finishing listening to the audio conversation between her and that damn cockroach Resnik, he was fucking glad that Ari had bugged Resik’s entire office floor to make sure that his precious target stays safe from that fucker.

“Damnit Dave, I can’t believe that your target is working for my target all this whole fucking time,” Ari said from the driver’s seat of their surveillence van, ”Also, I’m very happy that this Aurora Black you were talking throughout this joint-operation at least she knows the laws of the wizarding world.”

“Back at you, Ari” Dave just smirked while watching a live feed of Resnik’s office. ”Besides, the last time that I saw her in person was when she was only eight years old at the time of her uncle Enrique Calderon-Boots’ funeral with Carol. We just started dating at the time.”

“Hey, York, Aurora just came out of the building and is even extremely more upset right now when she was in the office with that fucking Resnik.” Ari just pointed out to Dave “You better go get her now, she’s heading in the direction of the gay bar that she frequents a lot called ‘The Birdcage’.”

Dave slowly got his damn ass out of the van and walked at a moderate pace torns the location where Aurora was going to in the end. Aurora finally walked into ‘The Birdcage’ after thirty minutes, and saw one of her few good friends that she has met since graduating from Ilvermorny, Ricky behind the bar tending to his other customers with their drinks.

“Hey, there’s my most favorite girl in the world,” Ricky finally saw her coming in through the door and noticed that Aurora was not in a good mood. “The way I look at it right now, Aurora, someone just ran over your brand new puppy with their fucking Lamborghini.”   

“My boss was being a fucking asshole today,” She answered back and took off her coat, hung it on the coat rack then sat down infront of Ricky at the bar “He was putting a lot of pressure on me for the last few months.”

“Damn, girl” Ricky just said “Your usual bacon cheeseburger and fries with extra garlic pickles, a Coke and Whiskey, right sweetheart.” Aurora nodded, just exhaled and put her purse on the bar. She started putting her long dark brown hair into a messy bun and looked down at her cell phone for any texts or voicemails from her father. None from him today and she finally received her usual drink from Ricky.

It took Dave fucking damn forty-five minutes from Resnik’s office to ‘The Birdcage’, fifteen more minutes than he bloody expected, fucking Chicago traffic delayed him from getting to his precious Aurora and comfort her for what that motherfucker Resnik just said to her. Finally, he arrived at ‘The Birdcage’ and chuckled to himself that this bar was named after a fucking Robin William’s movie and finally walked in. 

So, It’s mid-October right now and it is getting colder outside here in the city anyways. Dave believed that Aurora needed a warm coat to walk around the city in this type of weather for her to do: like running day to day errands, going out to her favorite bars to bloody destress from Resnik and his bullshit, best of all doing surveillance on fucking Dave York himself. When he was reading her biography, Aurora’s birthday was coming up in a couple weeks at the end of the month and her father Sirius was coming to see her for both of their birthdays and Thanksgiving until the end of November.

Dave finally came into ‘The Birdcage’ and was happy to see his precious target, Aurora Black sitting at the bar talking to one of the bartenders while drinking her beverage about her shitty day at work. His cock was begining to fucking twitch again in his damn pants, so he went to one of the smaller tables far from the bar. Dave orders himself the bacon cheeseburger and fries with extra garlic pickles, a Coke and Whiskey to pass the damn time while Aurora is still here finishing eating her meal and drinks.

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[bowen80]

The only surviving eyewitness account of the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius was written by Roman senator and writer Gaius Plinius Caecilius Secundus, more commonly known as Pliny the Younger. He was seventeen years old in 79 AD and watched the terrible event unfold from the home of his uncle in Misenum, (modern day Miseno, across the Bay of Naples.

English translation of Pliny’s account:

"Meanwhile, my mother and I had stayed at Misenum. After my uncle left us, I studied, dined, and went to bed, but I slept only fitfully. We had earth tremors for several days, which were not especially alarming because they happen so often in Campania. But that night they were so violent that everything felt as if it were being shaken and turned over. My mother came hurrying to my room, and we sat together in the forecourt facing the sea.

By six o'clock, the dawn light was still only dim. The buildings around were already tottering, and we would have been in danger in our confined space if our house had fallen down. This made us decide to leave town. We were followed by a panic-stricken crowd that chose to follow someone else's judgement rather than decide anything for themselves. We stopped once we were out of town, and then some extraordinary and alarming things happened. The carriages we had ordered began to lurch to and fro, although the ground was flat, and we could not keep them still even when we wedged their wheels with stones. Then we saw the sea sucked back, apparently by an earthquake, and many sea creatures were left stranded on the dry sand. From the other direction over the land, a dreadful black cloud was torn by gushing flames and great tongues of fire like much-magnified lightning.

The cloud sank down soon afterwards and covered the sea, hiding Capri and Capo Misenum from sight. My mother begged me to leave her and escape as best I could, but I took her hand and made her hurry along with me. Ash was already falling by now, but not very thickly. Then I turned around and saw a thick black cloud advancing over the land behind us like a flood. "Let us leave the road while we can still see", I said, "or we will be knocked down and trampled by the crowd". We had hardly sat down to rest when the darkness spread over us. But it was not the darkness of a moonless or cloudy night; it was just as if the lamps had been put out in a completely closed room.

We could hear women shrieking, children crying, and men shouting. Some were calling for their parents, their children, or their wives and trying to recognise them by their voices. Some people were so frightened of dying that they actually prayed for death. Many begged for the help of the gods, but even more imagined that there were no gods left and that the last eternal night had fallen on the world. There were also those who added to our real perils by inventing fictitious dangers. Some claimed that part of Misenum had collapsed or that another part was on fire. It was untrue, but they could always find somebody to believe them.

A glimmer of light returned, but we took this to be a warning of approaching fire rather than daylight. But the fires stayed some distance away. The darkness came back, and ash began to fall again, this time in heavier showers. We had to get up from time to time to shake it off, or we would have been crushed and buried under its weight. I could boast that I never expressed any fear at this time, but I was only kept going by the consolation that the whole world was perishing with me.

After a while, the darkness paled into smoke or cloud and the real daylight returned, but the sun shone as weakly as during an eclipse. We were amazed by what we saw because everything had changed and was buried deep in ash like snow. We went back to Misenum and spent an anxious night switching between hope and fear. Fear was uppermost because the earth tremors were still continuing and the hysterics kept on making their alarming forecasts.”

Source:

https://igppweb.ucsd.edu/~gabi/sio15/lectures/volcanoes/vesuvius.html

[creepypasta-archive]

Voicebox: A Ticci Tobi Love Story: Chapter 12 (Finale)

by Absolon-Resonance

The story is long enough to require spliting it in chapters.

You're not ready

CW// sexual assault, incest, sexual harrasement, domestic violence, bullying, gore, cannibalism, implied pedophilia, fraticide, homicide, mutation, cheating, torture, eye trauma, improper teen behaviour, nudity, mental illness misrepresentation, cringe memes, Slendermansion

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Chapter 12

The next few days were difficult for me. Toby had come home while I was sleeping and gotten into a fight with Tsume again. Dark told me that Toby tried to get Tsume to back off and let him try to fix things with me, but Tsume refused. He told Toby that I had agreed to give him a chance and he wasn’t going to throw that chance away for any reason. I blushed a little when I heard that and decided to still give him a chance. After all I did say that I would date him before I ran off. The next morning Tsume greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. During breakfast Tsume asked me if I would go to dinner and a movie with him at the Creepypasta Theater. I nodded and out of the corner of my eye I could see Toby push away his half eaten waffles and storm out of the room. After helping Karma train with his kusarigama and practicing with Dark I changed into a nice black and purple dress and asked Father if he would watch Karma for me. I kissed Karma goodbye and left with Tsume. Tsume was a complete gentleman the whole date. He opened doors for me, held my chair at the restaurant and paid for everything. The whole evening was great. When we got back to the mansion after the date he walked me to my door and kissed my cheek. I spent the night thinking over everything that had happened since I had killed my aunt and uncle. I missed Toby, but I did think I could trust him again. Seeing him with Clockwork had hurt too much. I decided to try to forget about Toby and really try to fall for Tsume. The next three weeks were great. Tsume treated me like a princess and though Toby still looked at me sadly he had backed off when he saw how happy Tsume made me. Karma didn’t like Tsume much, but I just put it down to him not wanting to share my attention. It was the start of our fourth week of dating when Tsume started acting strangely. At first he would just snap at me for something I said, but as the days passed things got worse. One night, when everyone else was out killing, Tsume lost his temper and slapped me. I didn’t even know what I had done that ticked him off. I was shocked, no one had hit me since I had started killing. Tsume must have seen the tears in my eyes cause he started apologizing and begging my forgiveness. He said he had been under a lot of stress and he didn’t mean to hit me. He promised that he would never lose his temper with me again and he looks so sincere that I forgave him. A few more weeks had passed before Tsume lost his temper and hit me again. I was going to break up with him that time, but he told me to keep my mouth shut or he would kill Benna and Karma. I wanted to tell Father about this, but any time he wasn’t with me he was with Benna and I couldn’t risk her safety.

Tsume started hitting me more often, though he was always careful to never leave bruises where the others could see them. Every day the beating would get worse. After a week of being beaten by Tsume the whole house went on a killing spree competition, Father said that I should stay home and rest since it looked like I wasn’t feeling well. I had bags under my eye from lack of sleep and I knew I had lost some weight since Tsume thought I was fat. Once everyone had left I laid down on my bed and tried to sleep. Unfortunately not everyone had left. I found that out when Tsume suddenly pinned me to the bed and started kissing me. I panicked and tried to push him off but he punched me in the face so hard that I was dazed. By the time my head cleared he had my jeans and panties off and was working on getting his pants off. I tried to get away from him, but I found out he had tied my hands to the bed posts with his belt. When he saw me trying to get away again he started punching me again and I screamed in pain as he raked his sharp claws across my stomach. I would have used my tendrils to free me, but he had me pinned to the bed in such a way that my tendrils were trapped under me. My vision dimmed a bit when he hit me in the temple, but I suddenly heard the sound of wood breaking. I couldn’t really tell but I thought I saw a streak of brown before I completely passed out. “…la, Shayla, please wake up. Come on Shayla, its ok now.” I heard a voice calling me back from the black void into consciousness. Of course with consciousness came the pain from the last beating Tsume had given me. As soon as I thought of Tsume I jolted upright and searched the room with wild and frightened eyes. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist and I reacted on instinct. My tendrils pinned the person to the wall as I took in the blood stains on my bed, floor, walls, and even the ceiling. There was blood, guts, and lumps of flesh all over my room. The only way I could tell who was in pieces on my floor was the bloody cat ear that had somehow ended up on my nightstand. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that Tsume was gone. “Hey Shayla, mind letting me down? It’s difficult to breath with your tendrils squeezing my rib cage.” I looked over at my rescuer. Somehow I wasn’t really surprised to see that Toby had saved me. I retracted my tendrils, covered my face with my hands and started sobbing. I felt Toby’s arms wrap around me again as he lifted me into his lap. He rocked me back and forth while stroking my hair. “Hey, it’s ok. The mean kitty cat is gone now. I told you I’d never let anyone hurt you again.” I giggled a little at that and just burrowed closer to Toby’s chest. I had missed Toby’s arms around me and how safe I felt there. I finally realized that I still trusted Toby and I felt like a moron for not listening to him before. I should have trusted him more. I felt Toby wipe the tears from my cheeks and kiss the top of my head. “This may not be the best time, but I still love you Shayla. There has been something I’ve been waiting to ask you since the night of that stupid party.” Toby hesitated and I looked up at him. He started to twitch and looked so hopeful yet fearful at the same time. All of a sudden his blood stained hand caught my eye. Well it was more like the small velvet box in his hand that caught my eye. “Shayla, W…will y…you m…marry me?” He flipped open the box to reveal a gorgeous silver engagement ring with a square cut ruby nestled in the black velvet. Tears sprung to my eyes and all I could do was nod. I hugged him tightly and kept nodding. Finally I found my voice.

“Yes. Yes, a million times yes. Oh Toby I missed you. I’m so so…” “Shh, it’s ok now. I understand Shayla. I love you so much.” Toby side the ring onto my finger and it fit perfectly. We just sat there in each other’s arms until we drifted off to sleep on my blood soaked bed. For the first time in a long time I felt safe and at peace. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” Father slammed the door shut as I jolted awake and looked around confused for a second. “Daddy, when did you get back?” “Never mind that, why is there blood and body parts all over your room? And why are you and Toby in the same bed, you with nothing covering lower half?” I looked down and realized that I hadn’t put my panties or jeans back on after what happened. I looked over at Toby whose face was bright red and was staring at Father. I was about to answer when Father raised one hand to stop me while the other slide down his face. “Very well, it seems that there is no reason for me to worry. I will have Offender clean your room since he brought that feline into the house. Shayla, go shower and change while I inform Trender that he has another event to plan. Let us just hope he and Splendor don’t go overboard for the wedding.” Father turned and left the room while I was still confused. It took me a minute to remember that Father can read Toby’s mind without a problem. I couldn’t help thinking that could be awkward at times. Especially after Toby and I get back from our honeymoon. I looked up at Toby, kissed him softly and ran to my bathroom blushing like crazy but thankful that my tail covered my behind. After a few hours of arguing with Uncle Trender and Uncle Splendor, Toby and I managed to get their agreement to a Halloween wedding date. I had to get Dark Phoenix and Father involved when Uncle Trender wanted the color scheme to be lavender and baby pink and Uncle Splendor wanted to have a Polka band at the reception. The next few months were hectic. Uncle Trender and Uncle Splendor drove everyone crazy with wedding plans. The other Creepypastas took their frustration out on the human population and the murders in the human realm were at an all-time high. Jeff alone took out a small town of 132 people in one week. Uncle Offender wanted to throw Toby a bachelor party, but Father put his foot down and assigned the task to Masky and Hoodie.

After a long few months of preparation the big day arrived. It was a beautiful autumn day; the leaves were falling gracefully, bright gold, red, and orange drifted on the breeze as the wedding started. Sally threw black rose petals as she walked down the aisle in front of Benna and Karma, who were the ring bearers and the miniature bride and groom. Dark Phoenix was my maid of honor and Toby’s best man, surprisingly, was Masky. Finally it was time for Father to walk me down the aisle. I felt like my smile was as big as Jeff’s as I saw Toby smile at me from the end of the aisle. I joined Toby and linked hands with him as Father lifted my veil and kissed my cheek. The rest of the wedding was a blur as Mr. Creepypasta recited the traditional Creepypasta wedding ceremony. Before I knew it we had said “I do” and we were pronounced husband and wife. The reception was lively to say the least. After dinner and the cutting of the cake Toby threw my garter, which was caught by both Masky and Eyeless Jack at the same time. I didn’t see which one of them got to keep it. Most of the other Creepypastas got drunk and before I knew it, it was time to go change into my traveling outfit. I actually saw Jeff and Jane making out in the hallway on my way to change. Once I was changed all the single female Creepypastas watched as I threw my bouquet of black and red roses. Dark Phoenix blushed when it flew right into her hands. I barely had time to congratulate her before Toby and I took off for our honeymoon. “And that, Kismet, is how your father and I got together.” I smiled down at the three children at my feet. My seven year old daughter Kismet smiled sleepily. Karma just turned fifteen and felt he was too old for bedtime stories. Benna and Sally turned fourteen this year. They would have been at my feet too if they hadn’t gone over to Uncle Splendor’s for a sleepover. “What about our mom and dad Aunty Voice? How did they get together?” My five year old nephew asked as his twin sister nodded in agreement. “That is a story for another night. Come now it’s time for bed.” I gathered up the protesting children and tucked them into bed. “I’m sure Dark will tell you her story tomorrow. Goodnight little ones.”

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So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

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Stress Relief

Warnings: implied sexual acts

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Chapter One

Chapter Six

Felix kept talking and talking. Urging you to end it. This wasn’t good. Otto would leave you just like he had left his wife when you weren’t so pretty. Then what, you wasted the best years of your life on a mistake. Especially now that he knows he can dip in to the young ones and get them hooked. Now was the beginning of a path of destruction you could avoid, if you only listened to him at this moment. 

“No. I have faith in this. You don’t have to trust him, but I’m begging you to trust me,” you pleaded, gripping your uncle’s hand tightly in both of yours.

“Break it off with him,” he sighed, looking at you with concern, “It’s what’s for the best. We can go home tonight and leave all of this mess behind you.”

Blinking the tears from your eyes, you shook your head, “I’m following your advice. If I go with you, I’ll wonder for the rest of my life what he and I could have had. You don’t understand it, that’s fine. More than fine. Just give him a chance.”

“I’m not so convinced that what you told me was honest anymore,” with a defeated sigh, he gave your cheek a quick kiss, “When this is said and done with my shoulder’s open. I’m not going to stand around and watch this happen.”

When everything was over and Felix was long gone, you closed up the lab. Locking away everything that needed to be kept from prying hands. Taking your time, in hopes your own tears would dry soon and that Otto would return before you went looking. Unfortunately, the latter didn’t happen. 

“Derek, hi,” you smiled at the secretary on your way out, “Have you seen, Dr. Octavius?”

“Yeah, but he seemed upset. Weird for him right? Said something about going home.”

“Oh, um, there was some trouble in Manhattan. Major flaw I think. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He eyed you, tilting his head to the side as he studied your appearance. “Have you been crying?”

“No, my allergies are flaring up. Should have stayed home but you know Dr. Octavius only visits on Sundays. Have to come in.”

“Oh,” he looked unconvinced, “You’re usually more cheerful after these visits.”

“Huh? Am I?” You shrugged. “I really need to leave now. Forgot my meds at home.”

Sighing, you started your walk toward the apartment. Usually you’d drive, but the days Otto came you both liked the walk to transition from work to personal. It was calm, the world around you unchanged by what had happened. New questions swirled in your head. Things that were biting at your ear but you knew you shouldn’t let in. Other things you wouldn’t ask because it wasn’t your place, but couldn’t help wondering about. You understood, this wasn't a new relationship conversation. He’d hardly spoken of Rosalie so speaking of this was out of range entirely. You doubted he wanted to bring this up just yet. 

All the same, his reaction worried you. The bashing he suffered over the relationship along with dredging up old memories seemed like a horrible cocktail. It wasn’t a secret he had cold feet over the whole situation. There wasn’t any fairness in your doubt but you knew how fleeting the man was and it scared you. 

There he was, on the bench outside of your apartment building, slumped with his face in his hands. The years seem to way him down in a way you’ve never seen on him before. Nervously, you took a seat beside him. 

“Do you want to talk about it or sit for a while?”

No response. 

Instead he pulled a hand away from his face and grabbed one of yours. His palm slightly wet against yours and, if you listened very closely, there was a hitch to his breath. And so you sat there without a word. You watched as the sky turned from hues of orange and pink until it was dark and full of stars. Otto on the other hand, hardly moved an inch. 

It was getting late and starting to cool too much to be comfortable.

“Love?” You asked, quietly. “Can I take you home?”

“We missed our date.” He said suddenly, finally looking at you, eyes slightly red. 

“That doesn’t matter. We were still together.”

“This…” he coughed, clearing his throat, “This isn’t what I wanted. I wanted to take you out and show you how dear you are to me. Do something special.”

You wiped away the wetness from his cheeks. “I know well enough, Love. One date isn’t going to make me question or realize it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Absolutely not. There’s no reason to be.” You kissed the hand that was still gripping yours. “I love you and I want to be here anyway you need.”

“You must think I’m terrible,” he sighed out. “You should have heard from me. I-I’ve wanted to tell you but the time wasn’t right.”

“Never. You weren’t ready just yet. I respect that. Felix was way out of line today. He can be angry all he likes, but that was too much. I’m sorry about him. Though, I didn’t exactly imagine he’d take it well. Didn’t expect that…”

“YN, if this relationship is already damaging others maybe… it’s not…” he stopped, looking at you as if the next words from his mouth would kill him, “…I’m too selfish…”

Your heart dropped, already feeling the beginnings of pain in your throat, “You're… you’re too selfish?”

“I am…” he sighed, “To leave again? Willingly? I already know what it’s like to be love and be loved by you, how could I ever give that up? Unless you ever demanded it.”

You laughed as you stood, tugging his hand to urge him to follow, “Good, I wouldn’t have let it happen and no one here would ever demand such a thing from you. Come on, baby, let’s go upstairs, get cleaned up, and get in our nice comfy bed. It’s been a long night.”

He stood, his hand coming up to caress your jaw. “I want to tell you, but I can’t figure out the words.”

“Take your time. We aren’t in any rush.” You kissed his cheeks, “I’m very grateful for any pieces of your life you’d like to share with me and every future memory we create together. For better or worse.”

“For better or worse?” He let out an amused breath finally cracking a small smile.

You smiled with him, catching the wording. “Well, I don’t think I’d mind a husband too much, eventually, but we are getting ahead of ourselves.”

-

After that missed date Otto had been insistent on taking you out or making you a lovely dinner himself. Today though, was a beautiful day and you took it upon yourself to pack up a lunch while he slept. It was a rare Monday off for the both of you, so he decided to stay and make his way back later tonight. Even more rare, he slept late into the afternoon, but you were glad for it he hardly ever allowed himself to stop. 

Arms wrapped around your torso as you chopped up fruit. He mumbled a good morning into your hair. His voice was still rough from sleep so he must’ve looked for you right away. 

“Morning, baby. Slept well?”

“Mhm,” he hummed though, he’d probably agree to lay down longer if you suggested it. 

“There’s a nice little park by a pond I thought we could go to.”

“Sounds delightful. Anything you need me to do?”

“Got it all covered. I’m just getting the snacks and desserts ready now. There’s sandwiches too, but we’ll have to pick up the sushi on the way. I know you really like the spot down the street.”

“You spoil me. How am I ever going to want to leave now?”

“All a part of the plan, pretty boy. Go get dressed for me.”

He sighed as if parting from you were some great feat. Leaving a kiss at the base of your neck he managed to force himself to move away. You hummed to yourself and for a moment he stood by the doorway. Grabbing the basket you bought especially for the occasion, you started packing away the food and drinks. 

Interrupting your song, you asked if he’d like some wine or the scotch he was so fond of. He’d been stuck on teaching you what the good drinks were since he knew you still took to Mark to pick your drinks and his taste were terrible. 

He seemed somewhat off put when he answered, “Wine. Wine sounds great, my darling.”

You grabbed the wine glasses and set them in the basket. “Something the matter?”

“Not at all. Got distracted. I’ll get dressed.”

Making sure everything was in the basket, you went to sit it on the small living room table. Walking to your room, you went to get dressed yourself, still in your pajamas since you didn’t want to dirty the sundress you picked out. Changing into your day clothes quickly, you went over to the mirror to fuss with your hair. 

“You look beautiful,” Otto complimented, slipping on his shoes.

You looked at him in the mirror, smiling when he realized he was sporting a similar color scheme. “You’re the matching type?”

“Saw your dress, figured I had a decent enough match so why not? Unless you’d like me to change.”

“I think you look very cute. I’ve never matched with anyone before.” You walked over to him.

He toyed with the material of your dress between his fingers. “We'll do anything else you haven’t done and want to try. Nothing’s off the table.”

“I’ll think about some things,” you replied, “Do you like my dress?”

“It’s very pretty. Give me a spin?”

You did as asked. 

“Absolutely heartbreaking.”

“Not yours I hope.”

“Not mine, but everyone that catches sight of you is going to know they’re missing out. What a cruel little girl you are to do that to them.”

“But I already have the only heart I could ever want,” you said sweetly, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. Grabbing his hand you tugged on it, “C’mon, baby, I want to get some sun today.”

“Wouldn’t dream of denying you.”

After making the run for the sushi, you drove over to the park. There were only a couple cars there which meant it would be a relatively quiet day. Otto grabbed the basket and held your hand as you led him toward the small pond, hidden away behind trees. Together you set up the spread after laying out the blanket. 

“A little bit of everything,” you said a bit nervously realizing you may have overdone it, “I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for. So…”

“It’s perfect.” He sat on the blanket and offered you his hand to help you down. Once you were situated he kissed your knuckles, “Thank you. What a lovely way to spend the day.”

The two of you pecked at the food talking about everything and nothing all at once. Happy to hear whatever story the other would share and equally groaning at and grievances. Eventually his head ended up in your lap as he spoke, you had taken it upon yourself to add a couple of the little white flowers that were growing nearby into his curls. He was mid feeding you a strawberry dipped in chocolate spread as a hectic little voice yelled to watch out. Narrowly avoiding it, you managed to catch the soccer ball before it could hit Otto.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The little boy apologized as he ran over. He was colorful as can be in his overalls and rainbow shirt, along with different matching shoes. Different dinosaur stickers adorning his tiny body. “Is the mister alright?”

“The mister’s alright,” you confirmed, laughing. “Do you want your ball back?”

Otto smiled at him as he came to collect the ball. “It’s okay. Just an accident.”

The boy thanked you for the ball and sat it on the ground, looking over the spread in front of him. “Are you dating right now?”

“Yeah. We are,” you confirmed. 

He stared at Otto before crouching down and picking a flower of his own and attempted to place it in his own hair, huffing in annoyance when it fell. 

“Want me to help you out?” You asked, waiting for him to nod before picking one with a longer stem and placing it on his ear so it wouldn’t slip away again. “There you go kid.”

Otto turned his head toward the woods as he heard someone shout out a name. “I think your parents are looking for you.”

“Nope! They don’t know I’m gone! Mommy and daddy are working, but I’m a big boy so I can stay all alone. I’m not supposed to leave the house but it was boring today,” he said over explaining in the way children often did. “But they said I’m in charge! So I think it’s okay.”

“A big boy,” Otto said in disbelief not that the child would hear it, “And how old is the big boy?”

“Five! My names Daniel.”

“Five is a very big boy,” Otto nodded, “Say how come you aren't in daycare or with a babysitter, Daniel?”

“Oh! We don’t got a lot of money anymore. I used to be in daycare but daddy’s mommy got hurt and all the money was spent on medicine they said. But it’s alright. Even if sometimes there’s no food. Daddy’s mommy being better is more good.”

Otto’s anger seemed to calm at that. They were just a family going through a tough spot at the moment.

“Have you eaten today?” You asked.

He shook his head, “No.”

“Well, there’s plenty here,” you offered. 

“I can have some!” He said excitedly, before looking upset, “Wait. I can’t take stuff from strangers.”

“You’re right. Strangers are dangerous,” Otto confirmed sitting up, “but I’m going to speak with your parents later. Do you know what time they get home?”

“Mom gets home at three or four.”

Otto checked his watch, before looking at you, “That’s not that long. If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course it is.”

Daniel took a seat on the blanket, looking at the cupcakes with interest. 

You ruffled his hair, “You should eat a sandwich first, buddy. You can have a cupcake after but that sugar might upset your belly without anything else in it.”

“May I have a sandwich?” He asked politely. “Are they good?”

“We seem to think so,” Otto replied, grabbing a plate and sandwich, quickly setting it down in front of the child, “You can take out whatever you don’t like. It’s alright.”

“I can try it like this first,” Daniel picked up and took a bite before nodding happily, “It’s yummy.”

You cracked open a bottle of juice for him. “Glad you like it.” 

Daniel made a face to himself. Before looking at the stickers all over him. “Oh! Got it!” Examining himself carefully he picked out two stickers and went to place them on your and Otto’s cheeks. “Better! Now we’re all sharing! Now we got to cheers!” He held out his drink for you and Otto to clink your glasses of wine to his juice.

And so the conversation continued, this time a little less nuclear physics and more dinosaur trivia. Which shouldn’t have surprised you that Otto kept up easily, it seemed he had his own dino phase. Otto’s fondness for the child was more evident by the second. He was a sweet kid. You were just happy he ran into Otto and you instead of anyone else. After having lunch, the three of you played kicking around Daniel’s ball working off the sugar rush the cupcake and cookies threw him into. Monkey in the middle proved impossible for your and Daniel’s team up.

Daniel stood at Otto’s side. Measuring himself to the mid of Otto’s thigh. “Mister Otto, you're very tall.”

“You think so?” 

“Yeah!” He nodded, “Is it scary up there?”

“Would you like to see?”

“Yes please!”

Otto grabbed the small boy and placed him on his shoulders, putting his hands on Daniel’s feet to ensure he wouldn’t slip. “It isn’t so bad is it?”

“It’s a lot less windy when I’m littler,” Daniel notified him, holding his hands out, “I like it!”

You watched as Otto rushed forward, making the child on his shoulders squeal loudly in delight. They went on a small adventure through the clearing, Daniel pretending they were pilots looking around the earth for an important fossil. You let them go on their own, seeing how much Otto had been enjoying himself. Daniel buried his face into Otto’s hair, you noticed then that he had the same copper hue to his hair as Otto did in the sun. Felix’s words rang through your head once again. 

The topic hadn’t been approached since. 

But seeing him now he was basically a natural. Currently stuck in a circle of “Why?” and explaining it all diligently refusing to dumb the concepts down but making them easier for a child to understand. Daniel seemed to soak it all up easily. Now he was explaining why the sky looked blue as he rested his chin on Otto’s head. 

“The gas particles in the air. Sunlight passes through them, you know how rainbows are always in the same color?”

Daniel listed them in order.

“Smart boy! Now imagine so many small rainbows the sky is full of them. But depending on where the sun is red and blue are the easiest for those eyes of yours to see.”

“Oh! Okay! Um…” He took a deep breath thinking of another question, “Why does your hair smell like girl?”

Otto chuckled, “I’m sleeping over at my girlfriend’s and don’t care about those things as long as I’m clean and smell good. Besides, her stuff smells very good doesn’t it?”

The pair went on for a while until Daniel requested a snack. You were laid on the blanket, enjoying the sun when they finally joined you again. To your amusement, Daniel took it upon himself to use your arm as a pillow for his head.

“Hello, missus YN.”

“Hello again Daniel,” you smiled at him, “Had fun with Otto?”

“Mhm, he’s very smart and nice. People tell me to be quiet, but Mister Otto never did! I like him a lot.”

“I know!” Otto sat next to you, patting his thigh so you’d rest your head against it instead of the ground. “Nice and smart is exactly why I like him.”

“I thought people only date if they think they’re pretty.”

“Otto’s the prettiest boy ever, but he’d be a bit dull if I only thought he was pretty. Don’t you think?” You scrunched your nose at him playfully, “Just pretty is boring.”

“Just pretty is boring,” he repeated to himself, grabbing a handful of grapes and popping one of them into his mouth. “Okay. Why do you like her, Mister Otto?”

Otto chuckled, stroking your hair. “Let’s go with funny and stubborn being my absolute favorites.”

“Funny and stubborn?,” you deadpanned, “I’ll remember that, Dr. Octavius.”

“Sure you will, darling,” he fed you some pomegranate, “Funny because since we’ve started dating, I’ve smiled far more than I have in a while and, to be fair, the stubbornness is much more endearing as a memory.”

“And that stubbornness got us where we needed to be.”

“Which is why I like it,” He responded, flicking your nose. 

“So when you get bigger right? Do I need to get shots for cooties? Or is it like how I was allergic to shrimp and I’m not anymore? Like it goes away?” Daniel asked around a bite of fruit.

“Something like that,” you nodded, laughing.

Around three thirty, you and Otto started packing up your date turned babysitting session. Making your way out of the woods, letting Otto have a break you chased Daniel around on the playground. The pair of you laughed loudly as you jumped on and off the set to avoid being tagged. Otto watched amused as Daniel attempted to hide behind him, giggling wildly as you pretended not to know where he was. 

“I think he’s…” you walked around Otto, “Here!”

“No!” He yelled, running off again.

Otto grabbed you “trapping” you so that Daniel could make his escape. “Run! I can’t hold her for much longer!” He yelled, as you pretended to struggle. Though your struggling, when Daniel looked away, consisted of a quick kiss and asking if you could be freed.

Daniel made a dash up the slide before sliding back down, saying something about seeing his mom before running away. The woman, probably around your age, hugged him when he ran into her knees. She asked him questions when the boy pointed at you and Otto. He was telling her about all the fun he had had this afternoon. 

“Please don’t…” she didn’t know how to finish when you and Otto walked up, “I… God sorry, I was scared to death. He’s never left the home before. We usually have a neighbor keep an eye out but she forgot about him and left… Don’t call the cops.”

“We’re not going to,” Otto calmed her down, “I just wanted to talk about an option, if you’re up for it.”

She looked at him confused, “Hey, little man, why don’t you go play on the slides for a minute.”

“You said I was a big boy now!” He whined. 

“Daniel.”

Daniel made a face but did as told. 

“He told us about your situation to the best of his abilities. It’s no secret he’s lucky he ran into my partner and I instead of many alternatives. Look I know this may be over stepping, it must be, but I wanted to offer to cover the cost for his daycare until you get back on your feet or longer, if you like. I wouldn’t mind.”

“For what?” She asked skeptically, “We can’t give you anything.”

Otto brought out his wallet, handing her a business card. “We we’re in a bad way when I was growing up,” he shrugged, “I’m sure a little act of kindness could have made a world of difference for my mother and I. Talk about it with his father. If you agree, call tomorrow. Tell my assistant it’s about Daniel and we’ll set everything up. If you don’t, this is the end of it, but I hope it’s not.”

“We don’t ne-“

“Don’t think about this as a handout either, it’s just some help. He’s a curious kid, of course you know that better than we ever could, he may run out again.”

She looked at her son for a moment, sadly sitting on a swing while he looked at the group of adults. “I… we’ll think about it.”

“He’s a good kid. My boyfriend really does mean well,” you interjected, “He’s a good man there’s absolutely no twist in his words. He’ll back off the second you want him to. And you can send Daniel to any place you like, it doesn’t matter the cost as long as you think it’s a good fit and he’ll be well taken care of.”

The young mother looked at Otto, looking for his approval since he was the one that would handle the affair. 

“I’m not going to disagree. She knows better than anyone the things I spend money on. It would be nice to get a good result on it for once. Scrap metal and books haven’t been as rewarding lately.”

This time she and Otto actually talked. Whatever distrust she had there slightly but melting away with hope. 

Daniel tugged on your dress. “Missus YN, can I have another cookie?”

You smiled, couching down and looking through the basket. “Here, why don’t you keep these?” You gave him the containers of cookies and cupcakes, “Otto has to go back home tonight and I work very late. I’ll probably forget them and they’ll go bad. This way they aren’t wasted. Just make sure you share with your parents.”

“Oh really?” He looked a bit sad now. “I’m sorry.”

“What for, little guy?”

He dug through his pockets showing you a handful of crumbled cookie pieces. “I was lying. I wanted to give mommy and daddy some and you’re being nice.”

“All’s forgiven. You were watching out for your family.”

Daniel hugged you, “We’re best friends now.”

“Best friends,” you agreed, patting him on the back. “Couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“Alright Danny, we got to head back before dad gets home.”

“Aw,” he pouted, walking over to Otto with his hands full, “Hug me goodbye please.”

Otto chuckled but gave the boy a quick hug. “It was nice meeting you, dear boy.”

“They’re very nice, mommy,” he said as they walked away, “I know why the sky’s blue now!”

“That was kind of you, Love.”

Otto grabbed your hand and led you to a bench. You followed after him, taking a seat when he did.

“I always wanted a kid,” he started, watching the small boy leave the gate. “Not for reasons I should’ve at the time. Mostly, I wanted to stick it to my father, throw it in his face that it wasn’t so hard to be kind and loving. That’s selfish. Now I think it should be out of love and to nurture someone to become who they are.”

You nodded, “Those are good reasons. Spite isn’t for the best in that situation I don’t think.”

“Rosie and I were 27 when it happened. I found her in tears in the bathroom after work. Selfishly, I got excited when I found out, but she was so distraught I shoved it aside to comfort her. We didn’t tell anyone we knew in our immediate circle or families. She didn’t know if she wanted to keep it and I firmly believed it was her choice on the matter. That didn’t mean I didn’t have some hope her answer would be… All the same I spilled to Felix. Rosie couldn’t know my excitement, but a stranger she’d never meet felt like fair game. I never anticipated him having anything to do with my life once everything was over.”

“So then what happened?” You asked.

“It was about four months. Her stomach was hardly showing to anyone else but I knew her better than any of them,” he sighed looking up at the sky, “She started wearing baggy cardigans all the time to hide it away from students and coworkers. But everytime I caught a glimpse… that was something else… The then love of my life growing our child, I didn’t think it was possible to fall for her even more but it happened.”

He cleared his throat, seeming to struggle stringing together the next words.

“You don’t have to keep going. I know it’s hard.”

“No. I want you to know, I need a moment. It’s just… everything I’m saying feels unfair to you.”

“You’re older,” you stated with a shrug, “It would be naïve to expect you to not live your life before we met. I’m not upset, you were happy. That’s all I want. You being loved and happy is all that will ever matter to me.”

Otto looked at you for a moment trying to decide if you really weren’t upset. “One day I came home. The table was full of my favorites. So I thought it’s time I can finally be excited about our child with my wife. That was until I noticed she wasn’t her typical self. ‘Rosie. Is something the matter?’ ‘I had an abortion.’ I didn’t even get to be there to support her or get some closure. We never spoke about it after that, continuing as if nothing had happened…”

“You must have been angry.”

He shook his head, “Immensely, at first, I was still learning how to control my temper then, luckily I managed to keep it all self contained… It was more shock than anger, but at the time I was only used to extremes as expressions. I had hoped for a discussion at least, something to prepare myself for that blow… But she seemed so much happier after… Finally back to being my Rosie. Couldn’t bring myself to talk about it when she was so outwardly relieved to be rid of the cells or the parasite. I really wish she didn’t use the last term, but that’s my own fault I never voiced that I had some wish to see it though. In the end, her happiness mattered more than what could have been or whatever I made up. …All the same, I was grieving. Couldn’t help it. I talked to Felix while we worked, that made it easier.”

You fixed some stray hair away from his eyes. “Do you ever think of what could have been now?”

“I try not to. Figure it would never happen or be the same. After a while I came to the understanding that if it had been born, then Rosie would have left. That was the lowest I’ve ever seen her. Maybe to a different version of me that would be okay, but for the person I am right now, it’s unacceptable. She was everything for so long. The idea of life without her isn’t right. At least the one we shared together. Now I imagine we’re immensely different.” He gripped your hand in his own. “Didn’t imagine the possibility of you ever… None of this is pressuring you for children or the idea of them. It’s the first time I’ve managed to figure out how to say it all since then.”

“Yeah, I know, Otto. You’re not like that. But I can’t  say the idea hasn’t crossed my mind when Williams starts to gush over his own or watching you today,” you sighed, squeezing his hand tightly, “While I think you’d be good at it, now really wouldn’t be the time to entertain the thought. We hardly have enough time for each other, let alone a child, and I have to leave in a little under three months now for classes. And, if I can be frank, I would rather keep you to myself for a while before we put the hard thought into if we really want children together.”

“Then we’ll shelf this topic until you decide it’s the right time to speak about this or if we never do again. That’s fine too. Though we’ve hardly been avoiding getting any results from sleeping together, so we need to start taking precautions if we don’t want any mishaps to happen.”

“Oh,” you waved away his concern m, “We should be alright. I’ve been on the pill since that entire drama happened with Nico. I wouldn’t again obviously, but the panic of it being a possibility of having the kid of someone I hated scared the hell out of me. Slipped my mind you didn’t know. Risk taker aren’t you?”

“That’s not my fault,” He laughed, “I’m not exactly thinking about much more when you’re begging and kissing me for it. You can’t blame me for the actions of that man. He’s a complete idiot motivated by one thing alone.”

You knocked your knee against his playfully, “But he’s really really good at that thing.”

“Mhm, you may favor whining over speaking at those moments but I’d be surprised to get any complaint from you.” 

“Miss your train today, spend a little more time with me.”

“People are going to start talking. Before I hardly left unless there was a meeting or conference. Now, I come on your orders and stay until it’s too late.”

“Well they’ve started,” you admitted. 

“You didn’t tell me that,” he sighed, “I’m so sorry, I know you didn’t want that.”

“They can talk all they like. I don’t mind it. Felix’s visit was the tipping point, I think. They ask me if I’m excited before Sundays and how my nights were on Mondays. Williams hasn’t said anything, but he’s curious though, he’s asked if I knew you as a kid as casually as he could and looked extremely relieved when I said no.”

“That’s horrible.” Otto winced. “I hate that.”

“Mostly, I only cared about Felix’s opinion but that’s out of the bag and it didn’t go well. So what do the rest of the people I don’t care about matter. Not that I’m sure I care about it at all. Should have heard the last voicemail he left.”

“Oh darling, you should really stop listening to those. He’s been drunk every time, all he wants is to say things to hurt you.”

“He said I was choosing a man over him, how ungrateful I was because every opportunity he chose me. But I didn’t! I never would! He’s the one that pushed me to connect with you again. Sure, maybe he wouldn’t have if he’d known who you were, but he liked the idea of you. He made me sit there and call you.” You sighed, “I adore you and you're so good to me, if he just gave you a shot it would be…”

“Perfect for you,” he finished, “I hope that we can reach that point one day. You deserve to have everything you want.”

You smiled at him, “So I guess that means you will stay home with me. C’mon baby, you work too much, and have turned the one day we do get to hang, the only one you really let yourself have an off day, into a half work day. That would really make me happy, a calm day with you alone.”

“You backed me into a tight spot,” he accused. 

“No. I’m upset but I saw an opening to get what I wanted from my handsome boyfriend.” You kissed his cheek, nuzzling him, “And I know you hate saying no to me.”

He shook his head, amused. “Alright, let’s go pick up a couple things for our stay in tomorrow.”

Later you both brought in groceries for tomorrow, Otto dead set on making you a nice dinner. You managed to persuade him to relax while you put everything up. Though in his typical fashion when you went to join him again he was going over more of his notes, quickly shuffling them away upon hearing your arrival. 

“My sweet sweet love,” you kissed the top of his head, your hands working at the tense muscles in his shoulders, “What’s it going to take to get you to stop thinking?”

He groaned, closing his eyes and your hands worked wonders, “I’m sorry. It’s a horrible obsession, but I want to get one thing right. That’s all it is, daring. Make sure I actually helped make the world better in some way. Leave it better than how I found it.”

“And you will,” you let your hands slip down to his chest, allowing you to hug him loosely as you looked over his latest work, gibberish you were beginning to understand more and more, “but you have to be able to rest your head before things get jumbled.”

“They won’t get jumbled,” Otto grumbled. 

“What’s this?” You asked, pointing at his messy writing. “You talked to me about this before.”

“A discrepancy. This is only a theory. Nothing of substance here.” He grabbed the pen and corrected the mistake. Looking at the paper for a moment, he turned to lay a kiss on your cheek.“…Thank you, sweetheart. You’re right.”

“Hearing that from the famed Dr. Octavius,” you pretended to be awestruck, “Must be doing something right. Maybe I should give you a reward.”

“Like a dog?” He snarked. 

“So you don’t want to shower with me and let me message your back after? Darn, thought it was giving you issues again and after the day you’ve had, there’s got to be some ache in those old bones,” you teased him. Lightly, you smacked his chest before standing, “Guess I’ll enjoy the hot water all on my own. Alone with just my thoughts for company.”

Turning heel, you went to the bathroom. Getting the water perfect, you started to strip yourself down. With the dress out of the way, you admired the matching set that had been purchased recently. The loud creak of the door alerting you as Otto opened the door. You smiled at Otto through the mirror. 

“I’m glad you decided to join me after all, puppy,” you teased lightly. “Help me out?”

A calloused finger traced along the fabric, making you shiver despite the warm room. “This is cute.”

“Yeah, I really liked it,” you sighed as he undid the back, stretching as it was pulled off, “Might get it in another color.”

“That would be nice,” he agreed as he helped peel off the remaining fabric. “Collect them often?”

You turned to face him, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Depends on if I like how they feel after the day. What kind do you like? Maybe I’ll pick up a few for you.”

“The classics? I suppose? Never really thought about it, always figured I was lucky to see it. I prefer you wearing what you like anyhow.”

“Have to have an actual favorite,” you said, pushing the shirt off of his shoulders. 

He pulled off his undershirt as you undid his belt. The simple act without the rush of sex making your heart flutter for some unknown reason. Though you wouldn’t say the sound of the hardware clinking and the zipper going down didn’t elicit some muscle memory response. There was a nervousness to this too, sure he’d seen you but this was something new. But trying new things was something he’d offered.  

“My clothes,” he finally answered.

“Your clothes.”

“You asked,” he shrugged, “Don’t get me wrong, other things are wonderful. You make them beautiful. But seeing you in my things is different. I like knowing that you find comfort in them or out of everything you choose something that reminds you of me…”

“Out of everything I choose you,” you corrected, leaving a kiss on his chest. “Wearing your things is nice. Especially when I know you wear it often.”

“Couldn’t get it out of my head that first time… Then you came to the convention and it took all my willpower not to think of you.”

“You looked excited to see me.”

“I was but I felt guilty when my thoughts turned.”

“I didn’t feel guilty about mine at all,” you laughed, making your way to the shower, leaving him to finish undressing. “Just hated the chase. Hanging on to every little scrap you’d give me because I was scared it was the last.”

Soon enough he joined in. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you firm against him. “I’m sorry, my darling girl, you deserved better than the way I treated you at first.”

You hummed, “Otto, you’ve already made up for it. No reason to apologize again.”

“Your chase should have been fun, if not a bit nerve racking.”

“Not every part of it was bad, Love. Have to appreciate the better parts of this relationship more.” 

You went to reach for the shampoo, but Otto beat you to it. He put some in the palm of his hand and messaged it into your hair carefully, singing softly under his breath. The combination of the two could have lulled you to sleep. Turning to face him, you rinsed the shampoo from your hair. Closing your eyes, you let the hot water wash away the mess, giving a quiet moan when it helped soothe your muscles. 

Remembering Otto was in attendance, you opened your eyes. 

His eyes were roaming down your body, following every curve greedily. Eyes a bit darker when they met yours once more. 

“I… Do you want to do more?” You asked shyly.

Furrowing his brow, he shook his head. “No. It’s not that. We don’t need… I’m…” he smiled a bit, “Appreciating the better part of this relationship. I’ve decided that any of the old master’s sculptures can never compare. Look at my girl.” Pulling you close he kissed your forehead. “I like having this intimacy with you. It’s a beautiful thing isn’t it? Definitely worth freezing a for.”

You let out a relieved breath. Not out of doing more with him, but the idea that he’d only want more from you. Like Nico had and Felix assumed he did. But he never treated you that way, you had to get this nagging voice out of your head. 

“It’s your turn. Let me take care of you.”

-

The following morning you woke up in Otto’s arms. Soft rumbles of his snore filled the air. Turning you looked at him, the morning sun making his features look softer. It was nice seeing him so relaxed without the constant stream of solutions worrying him. You carefully pushed his hair away from his eyes because he always pushed it away first thing. He found it annoying but liked the length too much in his hairstyle to cut it. Otto caught your hand pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

“Morning, my love,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Get some more rest, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“What? No morning kiss?” He asked through a yawn. “No love you?”

You giggled but complied with his demands. “I love you, Dr. Octavius,” you whispered against his lips.

“More than you know,” he whispered back. 

He brought your leg to rest against his waist, nibbling on your bottom lip. Slowly he pushed up your sweater, caressing the soft skin you allowed him to reveal. 

“Got plans this morning, Doc?”

“I think so.”

“Clue me in.”

“I want to kiss you for as long as possible.”

Fingertips traced down your side, making you laugh into his kiss. “I want you to rest.”

“I’ll get plenty of rest later.”

He followed after when you tried to pull away, unwilling to let there be any space. Some days he woke up clingy, not that you minded receiving all of his attention. Forcing him to lay on his back, you moved to perch on his thighs. 

“Do you want me to tire you out, Love, is that it?”

Giving you a look as if he didn’t realize it was an option, he nodded enthusiastically, “Please.”

Leaning down you made like you were going to kiss him, he attempted to meet you halfway before you diverted to kiss his forehead. He groaned in mock anger as you sat back up.

“You’re such a sweet boy like this,” you cooed one of his favorite lines to use on you. “Poor thing, what is it you need?”

He got visibly redder, his breathing just a little heavier. “I-“

His phone rang loudly. Otto looked at you then the nightstand. Work or you? With a playfully dramatic sigh you reached over and handed it to him, knowing it would never leave his mind if you let it pass. 

“Hello… ah yes, sorry, they needed my help ironing out a few things here, what did you need?” 

As he spoke you took your own revenge. Threading your hair through his soft hair you pulled his head back. Kissing his neck as he talked them through whatever situation they were having. His fingers dug into your thighs as he attempted to keep himself in check while you tortured him. At this point you knew him well enough to melt him in seconds and you used all of his weak points against him. 

“A secret child? God I hope not. Wait, sorry, sorry, I forget myself. I know what that’s about, give me the number I’ll work that out.” Otto hung up before letting out a low moan in defeat. Your tongue slowly traced along his Adam's apple before you teased the skin just above it with your teeth. “I can’t believe I used to think you were a sweet girl.”

“Hey!” You said suddenly, surprised yourself at the twinge of hurt in your tone.

Otto pulled your lips to his, love oozing from him. “That’s not to say you aren’t my very sweet girl. Intelligent, kind, loving,” he gave you chaste kisses between the words, “How could I ask for anything more? There’s no one that could possibly come close. Understand?”

You nodded.

“Good. Let me handle the daycare stuff and after that you’ll have me all to yourself. We’ll turn off the phones and you can stash away anything I could possibly write on. I’ll be all yours, no distractions.”

Calmed by that you rested your head against his chest as he dialed the number, listening while he spoke numbers over the phone. Ensuring that the daycare was available whenever necessary and Daniel would get three meals a day. As you dozed, he asked about the arts and science program. Seemingly satisfied he gave the last of what was necessary before hanging up. 

“Heard Daniel in the background,” he informed you, “Seemed really excited to go back to daycare.”

“I'm glad for him. He should be able to have some fun with kids his own age.”

“We were fun.”

“But we can’t be there all the time, as nice of a day it was.”

-

The day held a somber feeling to it as Otto helped you move into your new apartment. Knowing you wouldn’t get to see each other as much and the time difference on top of it making it that much harder to get access to each other when you wanted it. He wouldn’t get to stay for much longer than the night due to a meeting. In all honesty, driving you back to school had been a last ditch effort at getting more time together before you parted ways for who knew how long. 

On returning he’d insisted on helping you grab your things from Mark’s storage. Luckily, Mark had been kind enough to drop off your couch, bed, and car leaving all the keys you’d need with the front desk to make it easier. Otto carried the boxes you’d brought from New York to your door while you made your way to the manager’s building. When you returned to him, he was marveling at a set of photos that a friend of his had taken New Year’s Eve. Otto had taken you in his arms and kissed you as everyone else counted down and long after it was done. His way of ending the year and starting a new one perfectly. The woman caught the moment just in time to get pictures of the kiss and the way you both looked at each other as if there was no one else in the room. 

“I really like these.” He smiled at you, blushing at getting caught admiring the pictures. “You look breathtakingly beautiful. All the time. How do you do it?”

“The trick is to find a lover that’s easily impressed,” you joked, unlocking the door. “Does wonders.” Setting the picture down on the boxes, he picked you up bridal style and walked you across the threshold. You laughed at his pleased expression, kissing the dimple on his cheek. “I thought that was reserved for the married.”

“Call it practice,” he stated before kissing you lovingly. “Couldn’t resist, I’m a sucker for tradition.”

“Isn’t it also tradition to christen something?” You asked, coyly playing with the hair at the back of his neck, “You know for the sake of tradition and practice.”

“You think we need practice?”

“Every bit we can fit in, Love, this is serious stuff.”

“Oh, I’d be idiotic to push off something so drastic,” he agreed.

Unceremoniously, Otto shifted you to be slung over his shoulder so he could drag in the couple boxes on the small porch and shut the door. You laughed along the way as he eagerly took you into your bedroom. 

The two of you panted as you basked in the afterglow. This round felt more like a goodbye then you cared to admit. The way he confessed his love and moved so slowly you could feel every inch drag along. Impossible to forget and even less so to ever be able to replicate. Bringing you to completion as many times as he could before letting himself spill inside of you. All things you knew you’d come to long to feel again in his absence. 

“We shouldn’t have done that,” you mumbled sleepily, leg hooked across his waist comfortably as you cuddled close. “Can’t even think of moving.”

“We’ll take a nap and get to it later,” he yawned, “Lots of time left.”

“Tired?”

“Dead tired. You don’t know how it feels to make love to you,” he stated, “How hard it is when it feels like you never want to let me go. Takes so much not to finish the second you let me in. I know my life has been dedicated to work but nothing could ever beat seeing your face turn to bliss because of me. I’d dedicate myself to that if it was feasible.”

“All that adoration.”

“The only person I care to worship.” He kissed the side of your head, “Get some rest, my love. We’ll work later.”

A while later, Otto woke you up. Some of your favorite fast food waiting for you since, the both of you had skipped out on food to make it back earlier. After eating the you set out in your cars to bring everything out of storage in one quick trip. Otto seemed to like the opportunity to help you out with the move. Attempting to ensure you never strained yourself too much. 

“I can help too, I mean I should it’s my things.”

He mumbled something as he carried a heavy box of pots and pans and adjusted them in a tight space in the car.

“Sorry?”

“You’re walking funny, pretty girl. Take it easy.”

Warmth flooded your face, “Oh.”

“Exactly and you’re going to be walking around campus soon with those extra classes you decided to take. Can’t imagine it would be very comfortable. I can handle it for you, darling.”

And so he did. Packing away your things in both cars and telling you to go inside and situate things as you saw fit while he brought the boxes in. He was so much sweeter than you thought you deserved. 

You wondered what it would be like one day if you’d ever live together. The assumption was you’d move into his place. It was already his and there was a position in Oscorp carved out just waiting for a piece of paper to be yours for the taking so it wouldn’t be unfair. Finding places to fit your life into his like pieces of a jigsaw. Then again the clothes and perfume you’d forgotten there already seemed like the beginning of the process along with the photos he’d hung up. 

So many things could happen in a year. 

A year ago you wouldn’t imagine you and Otto getting this far in your relationship. 

Who’s to say worse couldn’t happen?

What if he was right? Otto was a dream. He could find anyone easily. Any one could see that. What if that person didn’t have the same troubles this relationship gave him and he liked that? Just like that he wouldn’t be yours anymore… how could you live missing him like that when he was your best friend?

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you sniffed, “I’m… I’m just scared of miss you.”

He put down the box he was holding in favor of having you in his arms instead. “I’m not going anywhere. Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried. It’s going to be a long year, I know, but we’ll be together as much as possible, alright? Cross my heart.”

“It won’t be enough.”

“It really won’t.” Otto wiped away the tear that fell, “We’re done for the day. We’ll get you more settled in tomorrow morning, alright?”

You nodded, allowing him to pull you over to the couch and sit you on his lap. Hiding your face against his neck you let the tears fall. Couldn’t be helped. Insecurity was eating away at you despite knowing things would be okay. He rubbed your back, allowing you to feel as you felt without a word until the tears subsided.

“Listen, I know we don’t have the best history when it comes to leaving each other,” he spoke softly, hitting the nail on the head, “but we're alright this time. There’s no fight. No pulling away. We’re safe there’s nothing terrible coming our way. I can promise that. Nothing’s going to change.”

“Do you really want to marry me?” You asked suddenly, wondering about the jokes and teasing remarks. 

He nodded, confused by the sudden remark. “I thought that’s where this was heading, yes. As you said not now, we can wait a while or so longer. It’s fine, but I do intend on it. See? I’m not leaving.”

“Felix isn’t right,” you mumbled quietly.

“No, darling. He isn’t right.” Otto wiped away the last of your tears, “I promised you wouldn’t cry for me anymore.”

“I know,” you sighed, “It’s hard to shake. Everything he said gets in my head and I start to worry.”

“I’m here as long as you’d have me.”

“If it’s my decision you’d never leave.”

He smiled at you, “One day. Maybe when the project’s done and you’re settled in your career. When exactly should stay a surprise, don’t you think? Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Not if I beat you to the punch,” you laughed though it was still a bit choked, you brought his left hand to your mouth kissing his ring finger. “What is this like a twelve?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“I don’t think so. You over plan things. How do I know you won’t turn right around and pick one out when you get home?”

“How do you know I won’t either way? What if I already have one? You’re a pretty deep sleeper, it isn't so hard to do what I need without you knowing.”

“Dr. Octavius you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” He twirled a strand of your hair around one of his fingers. “Mind waiting a handful more years?”

“Not at all.”

“Good. I left the box of your toiletries in the bathroom. Go relax and I’ll find your towels and bedding to get that all straightened out.”

-

A few weeks had passed since Otto had dropped you off. Communication had lacked as had been expected but both of you were way more busy than expected. So it wasn’t anything to be upset over and it had been nice catching up with friends. Even so, missing him was something terrible. 

Looking around your room it has been a mess. Quick in and outs. Littering clothes, cups, and books everywhere. It was time to clean at the very least. Gave you control over something. When you were told to constantly meet deadlines and juggle your job on top of it. A job that wore you out now that you had a taste of what you actually wanted to do. 

Soon enough it looked presentable aside from the clothes that had been kicked under the bed. Getting on your knees, you reached to pull them out, your fingers glided against cardboard. Furrowing your brow, you pulled out the small package. Must have been forgotten about when everything was being unpacked. Opening it up, you were surprised to see the three sweaters Otto had taken to wearing more often along with a new box of the cologne you persuaded him to wear that night so long ago. A paper fell out as you picked out the forest green sweater to wear, leaving behind the navy and goldenrod ones for now. Tugging it on, you were comforted by the faintest trace of him. 

Tearing through the packaging of the cologne, you sprayed it on the sweater. Finally getting a good lungful of the home you missed so much. Reaching for the paper, you were greeted with Otto’s messy scrawl, much neater without the quick mess of numbers passing through his head as his hand struggled to keep up. 

As I’m writing this you’re in the shower, the door slightly ajar filling the room with the scent of your soaps and the song you always seem to hum under your breath. I’m not sure you ever notice. The song ends abruptly at random points. I’ve never heard it before and at this point I would rather not hear the original. How can anything compare to your sweet voice? I find myself humming the melody at times when I long for your company. Though I always fall short. 

It’s a funny thing. How not too long ago we weren’t a part of each other’s worlds. Living under the same stars for ages without crossing one another’s minds. The idea of not having each other was an easy pill to swallow. You’ve said it yourself, you knew of me and couldn’t have given less a damn on who I was. But, oh, how you beg for my attention so beautifully now. What an addicting thing it is to receive your love. My only hope is that you feel the same on your end. 

The idea that I’ve lived under all these nights without you seems improbable. How could I sleep calmly without you by my side? Without yearning for the rare days that began and ended in each other’s arms. No watching you sneak into my drawers and steal away my favorite sweaters before you make your way to the bed and lay yourself close to me as if I’m a source of comfort. Then again I’m not any better. Searching for any kind of love or reminder of you I can when you’re away. 

My darling girl, one day we’ll be as close as possible as long as we wish. For now we’ll make due with what we can manage. But never doubt I’m dreaming of our future together. 

-Yours, Otto

You teared up, reading the letter again and again. This man, you swore, held your heart by a string. There wasn’t any question that you wanted everything and anything with him. Knowing for a fact that he wanted just the same from you. That he’d say such loving things without the expectation of praise or reward solidified it and melted away any worries that had been forced into you. 

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[jeonggukookies]

too young || six

summary: you and jungkook meet up after a surprise delivery happens at the school

word count: 2,018

genre:  parent!au, single dad!jungkook angst

one || two || three || four || five || six

When you thought about your first heartbreak, you’d thought you would be nonstop sobbing in your bed, being surrounded by empty jars of melted ice cream pints and sad movies. You thought that despite the distance, your mom would make the trip and drive all the way to see you, rub your back in small comforting circles and take care of you as if you were a sick child. You thought that everything would hurt so much that you wouldn’t even want to move. 

The only problem? Your first heartbreak didn’t feel like that at all. 

It was all practically numb.

You didn’t fall apart when you did something that reminded you of him. 

You didn’t start breaking down when you watched him pick up Jules and didn’t bother to come in to your office to say hi to you. 

You didn’t crumble to pieces when you had no notifications on your phone from him.

You lived your life normally again just without Jungkook and Jules. 

Alone.

There were no more screams or echoes of noise from Jules and her cousins when you peacefully relaxed, there was no more idle music playing in background as you did your work and there were no more soft breaths and snores next to you in your bed. 

Your mom called you every night on the phone, checking up on you. It was like she wanted you to cry and to feel some pain, just so she could go down there and be there for you. But you told her that you were fine and will deal with whatever negative feelings when they come. 

Life went on whether you liked it or not. 

Three weeks after the break up, at the end of March, there was a familiar knock on your office door after the last school bell rang. You haven’t talked to Jules since the night she found you looking at pictures of her mom, and you really hope it wasn’t awkward when you talk to her. 

It’s the first time you see Jules’s hair was down, strands of her hair going in every direction. She looks like a mess. Tears streamed down her face as she ran towards you, hugging your legs. “Can you help me?” 

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” 

“I lost Jungkook’s mp3 player,” she cried, rubbing her face on your black dress pants to wipe her tears. “He’s going to kill me!” 

“It’s okay, Jules.” Bending down to comfort her, you wipe her face and stroke her hair. You’ve never seen her this sad, and it made your heart sink. “I’m sure he’ll understand. Things like this happen all the time. It’s okay.” 

She shook her head. “Auntie Moon Soo is coming soon, and I can’t leave without the mp3 player. I can’t.” 

“Why don’t we ask her to come look for it with you?” You asked softly. “That way 3 people are looking for it.” 

Namjoon’s wife, Moon Soo comes out of her van, she’s surprised to see you standing next to Jules. She doesn’t say anything to you at first and tries to reassure Jules that’ll be alright, that they will find it before Jungkook goes home tonight.

When it’s been over 30 minutes, retracing Jule’s steps from her locker to the gym to the playground, she goes to the bathroom, making you and Moon Soo wait outside for her. 

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this in this circumstance,” she said, offering a kind smile. “I heard a lot of great things about you, and I’m sorry things didn’t go well at the dinner with the girls.”

You hear Jules flush the toilet. “It is what it is.” 

“I know what it was like,” she said. “They made it seem like I wasn’t good enough for Joon, and we took a small break too. But at the end of the day, it’s about how you feel about Jungkook and Jules that matters more than their opinions, especially if they brought up Sarah.” 

“I’m almost done!” Jules shouted, turning on the sink. 

“But that doesn’t change the way Jungkook feels about Sarah.” Tears were forming in your eyes, and you bit your lip to hold them back. “But I’m glad you and Namjoon were able to overcome it.” 

“It’s been like what, almost a month? Jules knows Jungkook can easily buy her a new mp3 player, or even a phone, anything she wants, honestly. But think about it...I’m sure she misses you and is using this as an opportunity to spend time with you again.” 

“Can we check out my classroom?” Jules finally opened the door, getting out of the restroom. 

The three of you walk quietly over to her class where she looked through every desk (without touching their things) and looked over to the place where she reads books in the class. She lifted the bean bag in the corner of the room, revealing what she has been looking for this whole time. “Yay!” 

“See, everything is okay.” Moon soo smiled. “Are you ready to go, Jules?” 

She nodded, but then stared at you with her piercing eyes. “Is this going to be the last time you’re going to talk to me?” 

“Of course not, Jules.” You took a breath. “I’m here for you always.” 

“I have to tell you something.” But before she could tell you, she pointed at Moon Soo. “Why didn’t you go to the bathroom when we went, Auntie?” 

Moon Soo raised her eyebrows, then looked down at what Jules was pointing at. She then began holding on to her stomach with a pained look. “My water just broke.”

_______

“Hey!” Namjoon exclaimed, rushing through the hospital doors. Before he goes to Moon Soo’s room, he went towards your direction as you waited outside the room with Jules. “Thank you so much for bringing her here safely and for being there for her at that time. I seriously cannot thank you enough.”

“No worries,” you let out. “I’m glad I was there.” 

He’s about to say something, but you hear Moon Soo scream Namjoon’s name, making him go into the room as quickly as he can. 

Your phone in your blazer buzzed. 

[seokjin]

the whole fam is coming in about 10 minutes 

thank you for taking care of jules

will be there soon and you can leave

“Are you leaving when they come?” Jules asked as she looked down at your phone screen, seeing the texts from. “You’re not going to stay to see the babies?” 

“I don’t know yet.” You lied, knowing you were going to leave once someone is here able to take care and watch over Jules. As much as you wanted to see the twins, you didn’t want to see some specific people. You were doing fine right now in your life and didn’t want to ruin that if you saw Jungkook or some of the girls. “I have a lot of work to do still, Sweetheart.” 

“Will you see the babies with me on different day then?” 

“I hope so.” You couldn’t make an empty promise to her. “Are you excited to have more cousins?” 

She nodded. “I like my small family, but sometimes, I hate being alone. The cousins help me forget that I can’t have any brothers or sisters.”

You sighed, wrapping your arm around Jules. “Never forget that you will always have your family, your uncles, aunts and cousins to support you. They will always be there.”

“Will you?” She asked, looking up at you, once again, her eyes were so piercing.

“I hope so.” You rubbed her back in small circles. 

“I heard what Auntie said when I was in the bathroom,” she said. “I missed you, but I had to find this mp3 player. Jungkook’s new song is on here. I’m always the first to listen, and I didn’t want to lose this song.” 

“That’s good you found it then.” 

She’s about to tell you more, her mouth is slightly opened, but she doesn’t say anything more and started to stare in the direction behind you. Letting go of her, you turned behind, seeing Jungkook walking towards you two. 

He paused, not expecting to see you here, but then continued to walk forward as you looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m hungry,” Jules answered with a pouty look on her face.

He laughed, taking his leather wallet out of his back pocket. He hands her a couple dollar bills, telling her to get something for the three of them from the vending machine. “Go crazy.” 

“You know I will,” she joked. 

There’s awkward silence in the air now, with Jules gone. Jungkook then sat down in the empty chair beside you, with his head turned to you as you looked down at your hands in your lap. He doesn’t know where to start and what words to say. How ironic, coming from a songwriter. “Hey.”

“Hi.” 

“Did you eat yet?” He asked. 

“Nope,” you replied, still not looking at him. “Did you?”

“Not yet.”

“I should get going.” You finally took the first step, grabbing your purse off the ground. 

Before you could take another step, Jungkook reached forward and grabbed your wrist, stopping your movement. “I never loved her, you know.” 

You wanted to shake him off, go on your own way, but you kept standing in front of him, facing away from him. “What?” 

He sighed, wishing he could look you in the eyes. “I never answered you that day because I was too scared to admit it out loud. I never got to tell her either, and I knew she loved me. The thing was I only thought of her as a sister, someone I had to protect. And I was afraid that if I actually told someone that I didn’t love her before she got the chance to hear it from me, I would somehow hurt her even though she’s gone.” 

“Jungkook,” You said this name, but he kept talking.

“I know that’s no excuse, but I am so sorry. I never wanted you to feel like that, and I should have just told you. No one has been competing with you.” He let go of your hand and stood up. “I don’t want you to be Sarah because I love you for who you are. I want you for who you are. My life feels incomplete without you.”

Finally turning around, you stared at Jungkook. It’s the first time finally looking at him up close in three weeks, and he looked like death. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair was a mess. You could tell Jungkook felt too much.

And he did. For the last three weeks, he got up every morning, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling in his heart. He tried to continue his life like everything was okay, but all he kept thinking about was you. He wanted you to see you when he picked Jules up from school. He wanted to hear you laugh when he watched a movie with Jules. He wanted to you next to him when he was alone on Wednesdays. He wanted to hear you cheer for Jules when he watched her soccer games. He just wanted you. 

With all the pain he had been feeling, he’s been trying to figure out his feelings and all the words he wanted to say to you that night, and now that he was finally letting all of it go, he was crying right in front of you.

“You saw me more than Jule’s guardian. I felt like you were the first person to honestly see me for me. I want to live spending more time with you, watching Jules’s games, hearing all your different opinions and views than mine. And I am so sorry that I damaged us in the process.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Namjoon rushed out of the room. His jaw dropped once he saw you and Jungkook together, looking all sad. Still, his smile on his face reappeared as he asked, “Do you guys want to see the babies?” 

____ 

hi this is so long overdue i apologize, i’ve honestly been stuck :( hope you all have a good day and enjoy permission to dance<33 lowkey not proofread either:/

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[cloudteawrites]

chapter: five ( 4.7k ) rating: mature (death, past abuse, eventual smut) genre: mystery | romance | hurt/comfort tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly summary: when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is. << first < previous | next > last >>

The grocery store was a mess of color and light. You swore you’d never seen so much food in one place. 

Back when your mom had been alive, you’d never really gone to traditional grocery stores. You’d always just visited markets where your mom knew the vendors and could talk down their prices on ugly produce and day old bread. After she’d died, you’d eaten whatever the staff in the group home had provided, then whatever you could scrounge up from convenience stores. Most of the time since you’d aged out of social services, you survived off the free rice and kimchi available in your goshiwon. 

Occasionally, you’d eat at work with your free staff meal, but you tried to avoid it. You knew the sight of you wolfing down ramyeon and cold kimbap as fast as you could made Jiah worry. If she ever saw you looking too haggard, she’d try to slip some home made meals to the front desk of your goshiwon when you weren’t looking and that was as embarrassing as it was helpful. 

For as long as you could remember, the question of where your next meal was coming from had hung over your head like a dark cloud. It didn’t seem like that was going to be a problem any longer. 

Aisle after aisle stretched out before you, blindingly bright. It looked like an amusement park. You were finding it hard to stop staring. You reached out in a haze and picked up the juiciest apple you’d ever seen. Sure, you sold them all the time at Quickstop, but they’d always been dull and just the slightest bit bruised. This one was perfect: fire engine red and still wet from the mister. It was cold and heavy in your hands. You almost felt like crying.

“You good?” Yoongi is beside you, leaning over on the shopping cart, his chin in his hand. He looks dreadfully bored. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, setting the apple gently back in its place. “Yeah; just got distracted for a second.” You give a single tug on the front of the basket to move him along, and he follows, shuffling against the bright white linoleum. 

“Why aren’t you getting that?” He calls, just before you can round the corner into the dry goods aisle. You turn and look at him over your shoulder, confusion slightly furrowing your brow. “Don’t you want it?”

Your eyes flick from his face back to the glittering heap of fruit. You gnaw at your lip. “...They’re 6,000 won a kilo.”

Yoongi purses his lips. “That’s not what I asked you.” 

“I don’t need them,” you huff, trying to stave off the beginnings of another argument. “There’s more important things...like you three and getting you clothes and better furniture and-” Before you get the chance to finish, the gray haired man has ducked back around the corner. He returns with two three kilo bags of apples and dumps them unceremoniously into the cart. 

He looks up at you, brows raised and his eyes daring you to say something. All you do is sigh. “Yoongi-”

“Jimin likes apples.” He says, before you can get a word in edgewise. “They’re for him.” You can’t argue with that. He pushes the basket forward and you two drift down the next aisle. 

There’s a question resting on the tip of your tongue and as you compare brands of rice, you spit it out. “So...what do you guys eat? I read an article that said to mainly feed cat hybrids fish, but...”

“But we’re not house cats.” He finishes, flipping over a box of cereal to read the back. His nose wrinkles at something he finds and he slides it back onto the shelf. It’s cute, you think- or would be if you couldn’t see the tips of his razor sharp incisors poking out when his lip curled up. Yoongi senses your gaze and looks over at you. You look away quickly and make yourself busy reading a label. “We can eat pretty much anything you’d eat. Not too much processed shit or we’ll get sick. Whole foods are better.”

You nod, making a mental note to forego sodas and chips. “And when you’re shifted?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t really eat when we’re shifted down unless we plan on staying there for a long time.” 

You choose a 10 kilo bag of rice, tug it out from the shelf with a little grunt and plop it onto the basket’s bottom shelf. That was good, you supposed. You were worried you were gonna have to watch three big cats rip into raw meat whenever it caught their fancy.  “Why don’t I push the basket and you can pick out things Taehyung and Jimin would want?”

He nods and shifts to the other side of the aisle. “What’s my limit?”

You pause for a moment, then stand and fix him with a strange look. “What do you mean?” He isn’t looking at you. He’s comparing two brands of cereal, scanning the nutritional facts on the back. 

“How much am I allowed to spend on food?” he questions, simply. “-and what foods are we allowed to eat?”

You balked at him. “.. .you want me to control your diet?”

“I don’t want you to, but most owners prefer a certain look.” He turns his flat, yellow-grey eyes on you. “So what is it? No carbs? no sugars? Low fat? No fat? Dairy-free-”

“Oh my God, no!” You yelp before he can list any more diets. You’d said it a little louder than you’d intended and a well-dressed mom at the other end of the aisle fixes you two with an odd look before hustling her twins into another part of the store. You wince, but continue in a quieter but no less urgent voice. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t eat that’s…” 

“It’s not unusual,” Yoongi cuts in before you can give voice to your thoughts. He sets one of the cereal boxes, decorated with bright colors and little cartoon animals, back on the shelf and tosses the other -something in a dull green and white box with a little piece of wheat on the front- into the cart. “You didn’t feed us last night.”

A pang of guilt shoots through you. You curl your fingers around the bar of the cart, stare at your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, with all the sincerity in the world. “I was tired -and I know that’s not an excuse- but I fell asleep without thinking of you guys. It won’t happen again.” 

“Relax,” Yoongi drawls.”It’s not the first time we’ve gone hungry; I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He starts drifting toward the end of the aisle, but before he can go, you catch him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

There’s barely an inch of fabric between your thumb and forefinger, but the look Yoongi gives you makes it look like you’d yanked him back by the collar. He whirls on you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into something sour. You’d overstepped by grabbing him. Still, you speak. “That was the last time. I mean it.” 

The hybrid’s face shifts from irritation into something unrecognizable. He’s looking at you like there’s an equation written behind your eyes that he’s trying to work out with his own, like if he looks deep enough into them he’ll find the answers etched across your sclera. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the seconds drag on, but you don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze and let the moment swell under almost unbearable tension.

Yoongi gives first. He tugs his sleeve out of your grip and shuffles back out of reach. “Whatever you say,” he scoffs, stalking off into the next aisle, his ears tilted back and tail tip flicking in irritation. 

You sigh. You’d done it again. The urge to catch him again wells up in you, but you tamp it down. ‘Time and space,’ you remind yourself. ‘Give him time and give him space.’ Satisfied once the distance between the two of you is enough, you go to follow after him, but hesitate as you pass the cereal he’d been looking at. You tug it off the shelf and place it in the basket underneath a few other things so it’d be hidden. You don’t know why and if he asked you about it later you were sure you’d draw a blank. If nothing else, you told yourself as you hurried to catch up with your hybrid, he’d have a choice.

The rest of the grocery trip passed in silence, just as it’d begun. Yoongi didn’t so much as look at you, but that was fine. You were focused on watching him. Anything that he gave more than a passing glance went into the basket. If the bobcat hybrid noticed your rapidly increasing haul, he didn’t say anything about it. He was silent.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Even when you flinched as the cashier announced the total and you waffled between trying to walk home or calling a taxi. Even in the lobby then the elevator on the way up as Mr. Park talked both of your ears off and you had to stop him from carrying your groceries in and stocking the fridge himself, Yoongi had remained eerily quiet. It’d given you time to think. 

You didn’t know much about hybrids. If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t known anything about them prior to what you’d anxiety-googled yesterday afternoon. You were so far out of your depth, it was miracle you hadn’t drowned yet. Still, you weren’t completely oblivious.

In between Yoongi’s open hostility, Jimin’s blase attitude toward his own objectification and what snippets you’d heard about Taehyung’s early life, you knew something must’ve been very, very wrong with the people who’d had them before they’d been foisted upon you. The expectation that you were supposed to treat hybrids like actual pets made you uncomfortable enough without the assumption that you’d be dressing them up like dolls and locking the snack cabinets at night. 

A spike of anger shot through you. They might’ve been different than humans but they were still people. They hadn’t deserved whatever shady things their owners had done to them and you didn’t want them to come to expect them from you. You shift the grocery bags up your arm, freeing up a hand so you can punch the code into the door. There was no way around it. The four of you would need to sit down and have a good long talk. 

The second you punch the code into your door it swings open. “Hey, Jim-” the greeting dies on your tongue. It’s not Jimin who meets you at the door, but Taehyung, freshly showered, the curly ends of his hair dripping water onto the white tile and the front of his sweatshirt damp. His eyes were still hidden behind his hair but you could see more of him than you’d been able to that morning when he’d shifted. 

Well, not more of him. He was wearing clothes now, for one- a dark brown version of the sweat suit Yoongi and Jimin both wore. He was taller than you, which you’d known when he’d wrapped his arms around you, but looking up at him now you have to tilt your head back a bit. “Oh,” you say, a little dazed. “Wow.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smile. “Hi.” His voice is still as deep as it was this morning. Was it always like that? He turns his attention to the hybrid behind you and his lips part in a blindingly bright boxy grin. “Hi, hyung.”

Yoongi hums a hello and slips past you through the door. His shoulder brushes against Taehyung’s and the younger hybrid chuffs happily a little in his throat. He leans down as the older man passes and bumps their foreheads together affectionately. Their tails twine together briefly before the gray-haired hybrid is out of reach and dropping an armful of groceries off in the kitchen. 

“You shifted up,” you remark “Did something happen?” There’s a tick of concern in his voice. You step to the side of the doorway so the pair can talk without you in the middle.

Taehyung shakes his head, water droplets scattering. His hyung let out a hiss that erred just on the wrong side of animalistic as some of them hit him. You freeze, but the tiger hybrid just laughs. “No, Jimin and I were just-” His smile falters. You can’t see his eyes but his ears have twitched downward and his tail is suddenly stiff, only the tip ticking back and forth. The hybrid lowers his head, and you finally catch sight of eyes, gleaming amber and full of fear. Behind him, you see Yoongi catch a whiff of his junior’s souring scent and his head whips toward the pair of you, ears straight up and his whole body on high alert. 

Worry draws your brows together. “Taehyung?” you call softly. You reach out with your free hand to touch his shoulder, then think better of it. Your fingers hover uselessly and inch away from him. In this moment, that distance feels a mile wide. The line of his shoulders is rigid and he’s withdrawn into himself. “Taehyung, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you-”

“We went out.” He blurts, snapping his head up to look in your eyes. His own are wide and earnest. “You left your backpack open and I saw the list you made with all the phone numbers and passwords and the door code was on there and I really wanted to go to the park. Jimin told me to wait but I made him come with me; we were only gone for fifteen minutes, I swear. We didn’t even make it; the same police officer from earlier was still on the street.” 

“Taehyung-”

“Please-” he cuts you off before you can even get a word in edgewise. “Please, just punish me; Jimin didn’t do anything. The whole time he was trying to make me go back. He only went with me so I wouldn’t be alone.” 

Your heart wrenches in your chest. You do touch him, then. Your fingertips barely graze the material of his sweatshirt, but he flinches and you pull away. Your hand drops to your side, limp. “Can you and Jimin meet me in the living room?” You ask him, careful to keep your tone light and non-threatening as possible. “We need to talk.” His ears droop, but he nods and shuffles off to do as you ask. You trail behind him into the penthouse, making sure to give him enough space. The last thing you wanted to do right now was crowd him.

You drop the groceries on the counter in the kitchen and look up to find Yoongi squinting at you. He’s coiled up like a spring, ready to bolt at any moment. You try to give him a reassuring smile, but it comes out watery and wan. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “We’re just gonna talk.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you. 

Still, he follows you into the living room, takes a seat on the couch while you settle cross-legged on the ottoman across from him. A few seconds later, Jimin and Taehyung slink down the stairs. The tiger hybrid is clinging to his hyung who, for once, isn't smiling. Jimin’s face is settled into a cool mask of neutrality. You almost don’t recognize him. 

They sink into the couch on either side of Yoongi, their backs stiff and eyes on anything other than you. For a moment, the four of you sit there in uncomfortable silence. You speak first. 

“Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi-”

“Y/N,” Jimin cuts in, “Whatever Taehyung told you-”

“-I’m sorry.” You finish. That seems to surprise them. You interlock your fingers on your lap and look at each one of them individually. “I’m sorry that I didn’t check to see if there was food in the house last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t make sure you had the things you needed to feel comfortable here. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t allowed to leave.” 

Taehyung swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He’s got a death grip on Yoongi’s arm with one hand and the other fisted in the fabric of his sweatpants. “You...You’re not mad?” The tremor in his voice makes your heart ache. 

“No,” you tell him with all the sincerity in the world. “I’m not mad at you. I’m sad that you were ever around someone who made you feel like you needed to apologize for wanting to see the sun and I’m angry that they made you think that was something to be punished for.” It was true. Beneath your sadness, beneath your shock at his expectation of punishment, anger was twisting in your gut. What type of person would reduce another to fear and trembling for the sake of leaving the house? “I’m not going to...to punish you, I need you to know that.” You tell him, before looking at Jimin and Yoongi. “Any of you. Ever. I’m never gonna hurt you.” 

Taehyung’s jaw is clenched like he’s trying not to cry. All the wind has gone out of Jimin like a deflated sail and the leopard hybrid just looks exhausted. Yoongi’s rubbing soothing circles in both of their backs. You can’t tell from his face, but by the way his ears have relaxed, you think he was worried about your reaction, too. 

You let out a little exhale and slouch. “Whatever happened to you with your previous...the people you lived with before? It wasn’t okay.”  You’re as firm with it as you can be while still keeping your tone gentle. “They were supposed to take care of you and love you and help you grow, but if they starved you, if they made you feel this bad, if they treated you like property, then fuck them. I don’t want to be anything like them.” You admit. “I don’t want to be your owner and I don’t want you to be my pets.”

“What do you want us to be to you then?” Yoongi rasps. Despite the question, there’s no challenge in his voice. He’s genuinely asking. 

One corner of your mouth quirks up and you give him a small shrug. “Friends, maybe? Eventually, if we can. For now let’s try…” you search for the word you want. “Roommates?” You supply. “We live together, but you guys don’t need to feel like you owe me anything. I’ll get you phones tomorrow, if you want, and copies of the credit card. We can get you clothes and furniture too. And if there’s anything you want to do or want to see, go see it. The door code is 0613.”

The tension that’d run between the three hybrids like a livewire is gone. Now they’re...if not relaxed, then at least relieved. There’s nothing else to be said. You stand and move to hurry into the kitchen so the trio of hybrids can have their space. The last thing you wanted to do after having a talk about their freedoms was crowd them. Before you can take three steps there’s a hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. It's Taehyung's. 

The tiger hybrid is looking up at you, his eyes beseeching and a nervous tremble in his bottom lip. “Don’t go,” he croaks, sounding like he’s still unsure just how to use his voice. He tugs once on your coat sleeve. “Please.”

Your eyes flick from him to his hyungs. Jimin’s looking at you with apprehension, perched on the edge of the couch like he’s a split second away from helping the tiger hybrid drag you down- but Yoongi’s face is turned away from you. As usual, you can’t tell what he’s feeling. “I’m just going to the kitchen,” you assure him. “I’ve gotta put the food away-” Your brain short circuits as the tiger hybrid flips your hand over and presses his face to your palm. His eyelashes brush against your lifeline; his lips trace the veins in your wrist. 

You’d never say it outloud, but it was hard to deny you were touch starved. You could count on one hand the amount of times someone had touched you gently since your mother died. You didn’t show yourself kindness most days and you’d come not to expect it from others. The world was cold and cruel, and you were far too old to be seeking solace from strangers. You’d thought you were above it, but the feeling of Taehyung nipping at your radial artery is almost enough to make you go to pieces. “Just a little bit,” he huffs, his voice muffled against your skin. 

“...The groceries will get warm,” you argue, finally managing to make your mouth move. “Do you wanna eat hot kimchi?” 

“I’ll put them away.” Yoongi is up and vaulting over the couch before you can get a word in edgewise. With him gone the last of your excuses goes up in smoke. Taehyung smiles against your skin and you let yourself be pulled down.

No sooner have your legs touched the cushion, then Taehyung is snuggled up against your side, his arms wrapped loosely around your middle and the cool tip of his nose pressed into your neck. “Tell me again,” he murmurs softly. “Can you tell me again that you’re not mad?” He wanted reassurance. The least you could do was give it to him.

You slip a hand into his hair, scratch gently at the base of his ears. He chuffs happily, the sound vibrating in his chest as he presses closer to you. “I’m not mad at you, and you’re not in trouble, buddy.” You tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

A warm presence on your left tells you Jimin’s settled in beside you. Sure enough, a second later a golden tail is tracing the edge of your calf. “Don’t leave me out,” he purrs, settling his chin on your shoulder.

You slide a hand into his hair too, letting the locks slip through your fingers as you pet him. “Never.”

The three of you stay like that for what feels like an hour. Even when their hyung finishes putting the groceries away and returns to sit with them -albeit at the far end of the sectional- they don’t seem like they’re in a hurry to disentangle themselves from you. You’re surprised to find you don’t mind it. The weight of two grown men against your shoulders was heavy, but not uncomfortable and they were warm and the steady hum of Jimin purring is almost enough to lull you to sleep. You cut a movie on and order samgyeopsal. You think they’re gonna kill the delivery man for making you get up, and they stay glued to your back even as you pay. It’s not until the first movie goes off and Taehyung and Jimin are playfully bickering over what to watch next that you’re able to slip away to the bathroom.

You shuffle quickly down the wide hallway, trying to remember which door the closest bathroom lay behind. You careen around a corner and run smack into someone. They let out a huff and you stumble back a few steps, an apology on your lips. You look up and find Yokngi there. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach. Between Jimin purring in your ear and Taehyung rubbing his cheek against your hand every ten seconds, you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “For what?”

You’re not even sure you know.

He stares at you and you stare back, frozen. Finally, the bobcat hybrid sighs and gestures at you. “C’mere,” he mumbles. 

You approach hesitantly, not trusting him to not suddenly snap at you. “Why?” You ask, apprehensive. Should you have not let Taehyung and Jimin scent you? He’d been around the entire time and hadn’t said anything, so you’d thought it was fine. Maybe you’d made a mistake. You gnaw at your bottom lip and creep slowly closer to the hybrid before you. Another miscalculation, another mess-up, another mile tacked on to that incalculable distance between you and Yoongi. Should you apologize again? Would taking a shower help wash their scents away?

Before you can volunteer to do any of that, Yoongi reaches forward, hooks one finger through your belt loop and drags you toward him. You feel a yelp crawling up your throat, but it’s stopped dead in its tracks by the feeling of Yoongi cradling your jaw and his lips pressed against the column of your throat. His spine is tense and his tail is ticking in the way it does when he’s irritated. “...What are you-?”

“They’ve both scented you.” He murmurs. “If I don’t, they’ll think I’m rejecting you. My job as their hyung is to put them at ease. If I can’t do that, I’m useless.” Despite his closeness, despite the way his fingers were slipping into the hair at the base of your skull, despite the little nips he’d started giving you, you could practically feel his reluctance.

You exhale and push against his shoulders. “Yoongi…” He doesn’t budge. “Hey-”

“There’s no good reason for me to not just mark you and get it over with.” There was that word again. You’d forgotten about it in the whirlwind that followed, but Jimin had joked about marking you earlier, hadn’t he? And Yoongi’d gotten upset with him. From what you were gathering, it was a lot more serious than scenting. 

“I don’t want you to.” That gets his attention. The hybrid pulls away and fixes you with an odd look, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Owners always want us to mark them.” You feel that same twinge of anger again. The articles had said scenting was a sign of trust and security. It was used to mark family members. Had the people they’d been with before forced their way into their family without the hybrids consent? Without Yoongi’s? No wonder he’d been touchy about his juniors scenting you right away.

“Well, I don’t.” You give him a gentle nudge and put a few inches between the two of you. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with or not ready for.” You offer him a smile you hope comes across as reassuring. “You not wanting to is a good enough reason for me. Besides,” you say, turning to head back to the living room, the original reason for your trip forgotten. “I’ve never been marked before, so it’s not like i’m missing out on anything.”

At that, something flashes in Yoongi’s eyes that you have no name for. It passes as soon as it’d come. “Come back when you’re ready!” You call over your shoulder, retreating back down the corridor before he can say something one way or another. 

When you settle back on to the couch two minutes later, There’s a movie queued up and ready to be played. It’s an action movie, one you haven’t seen before. “Yoongi’ll be back in a second,” you tell the boys. “Let’s wait for him.” 

Taehyung hums his ascent, leaning in to settle back in the crook of your neck- but something stops him. He hovers near your neck, takes a few short inhales and tosses a look at Jimin behind your back. You frown. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung responds a bit too quickly, lacing your fingers together to distract you as Jimin gives the other side of your neck the same treatment. The leopard hybrid purrs, seemingly happy at what he’s found. His ears swivel up and a second later, Yoongi slinks back into the living room. 

“Hyung…” Jimin starts, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“Play the movie.” His hyung orders. He does, but there’s still a little smirk on his lips.

The screen darkens and the opening credits roll as Taehyung and Jimin settle back against your side, careful to avoid your neck. Yoongi drops onto the couch, this time only a foot away from the three of you. You allow yourself a little spark of relief. The distance was starting to close.

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #hybrid!bts #ot7 x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader

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The Tassle Worth the Hassle: Congratulations Sav!👨🏾‍🎓

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Chi kept standing up screaming Sav’s name when it got quiet and he ducked his head like he didn’t know who the hell her crazy ass was. She was doing it to purposely embarrass him. 

“Sit your ass down!” Ivy whispered. “You making us all look crazy!” 

“I love you Dayvion! I’m so proud of you baby!” Chi said one last thing before taking her seat.

The ceremony was long and many people in the stadium started becoming drowsy. Thank goodness they didn’t bring any of their children because no way could a bunch of two and one-year olds sit through this.

After two hours of honoring specific students, and guest speakers, Sav was up. He was graduating Summa Cum Laude and Lake couldn’t have been prouder. He and some other students were sitting on the stage. They’d been chosen to represent the student body because they held the highest distinctions amongst their peers. Of the three who’d held the highest distinctions, they voted and chose him to give the speech. 

When Sav stood up the whole class erupted. He was popular on campus not only as a ladies man but the weed man as well. They absolutely loved him. He was one of the few African Americans that attended the prestigious university, so it was easy to stand out. 

“Why are they goin’ up for my husband like this?” Chi asked, being drowned out by the amount of cheering happening for Sav. 

“Chill, y’all,” Sav said over the mic. “Dean Lee said she not for my shit—” he slipped up and everyone laughed. “I mean stuff today.”

The Dean who was also black shook her head at his use of language, but she knew how Dayvion Porter, which she addressed him as could be. They’d had several run ins over the course of his college career. The young man with tattoos galore, foul mouth and pants off his ass was indeed by measure the smartest one in the sea of thousands of students. She wanted this young black scholar to have his moment even in its rawness. This was black excellence being shown at a PWI and she was proud nonetheless. 

“Ummm…everybody know I ain’t wanna do this.” Sav did not try to sound intelligent or put on for nobody. They wanted him to give this speech he was going to do it as him. Educated and all, he was true to himself. “I told Dean Lee I would be honest and y’all still chose me so here we go…” 

“Fucking right bro!” A white guy shouted from the crowd. 

“I know a lot of us struggled to make it to this stage. Not only the amount of work we had to put in to make it here but the pressure, financial restraints, family issues, our mental incapacities at times…a lot more goes into just getting a degree. Picking something you can actually apply and let’s be honest, make money from in this nut ass world. Shout out to y’all who got art degrees, it’s about to be hell,” Sav said honestly and the audience died of laughter. “I know some of y’all personally who went through some of this. To be honest, ion know what it look like. I couldn’t relate because I didn’t have those problems. Y’all probably thought I’m the made it out the hood specialty case. I had a big brother who not only kept pushing me to finish but made sure I didn’t have not one worry while doing it, so this was a breeze for me actually. I don’t need no college degree, but I did this for one person and one person only. My brother Lake. I wanna honor him with this because a lot of the great people, the ones behind the scenes who never get recognized are the real ones that make it happen. I was able to run a whole business, get married, have kids, live my life stress free. He gave me what I know a lot of people who look like me never get. A peace of mind. A care-free life, the tools I needed to be successful and I thank him for that every day.” Sav was looking right at Lake. “My brother the reason why I get to stand here right now…so this to the single moms out here doing it all on their own that got their kids to this day, to the dads working day and night to pay for tuitions, the grandparents, siblings, aunties and uncles who put their all into a kid to see them do better. If it wasn’t for y’all, I’m sure we wouldn’t be up in here falling asleep and waiting to hear our name called for a degree we couldn’t have gotten without y’all.” 

Although the ceremony wasn’t done after Sav’s speech all the students felt every word he said and so did the families there to support them. 

“Wait…” Dean Lee got up ready to stop them but it was too late all the graduates were up on their feet, throwing their caps in the air. It was like a big party started. It took twenty minutes to get everything settled then the degrees were finally handed out. 

“Dayvion Porter,” they called Sav’s name to receive his degree and it went crazy again. 

“That’s it!” the president of the school got up waving his hands then shouted in the mic. “Everyone please sit down!”                                                       ******* Lake waited patiently, watching Sav bump fists with a bunch of people because he wasn’t about to touch all them hands. He stood in his robe, medals and cords around his neck looking like a true scholar. He admired the hell out of his little brother. Not even for finishing but remaining authentic and true to himself during the process. Sav had his moments but everything he set out to accomplish, had been done. Lake couldn’t and wouldn’t ask anymore of him.

“You proud of me?” Sav asked, coming towards him with his arms out for hug.

“So proud man,” Lake smiled, embracing his baby brother. “I’m so fuckin’ proud.” 

“Thank you, where the fuck everybody go?” 

“Home, they didn’t want to stay around for the crowd and all the traffic.”

“Now you know that’s fucked up. Even my own wife? All this and them niggas dip on me? Take me home to my kids. Nobody better not say shit to me.”

“Chill, I wanted you to take a ride with me.”  

“Ion even feel like it.” Sav’s feelings were hurt. His whole family was worried about beating traffic than his big day. It upset him more because he didn’t even care about it as much as they did.

They had to get all of his gifts professors, the school, students and others got for him. Sav indeed was their favorite. Someone even gave him basketball season tickets. Once they were in the car Lake did his best not to laugh. Sav was really upset. 

“Why the fuck we here?” 

Lake pulled into to the strip club they used to frequent and Sav knew something was up now. His brother wasn’t allowed to be a hundred feet of no strippers per his wife’s rules. Only if she was DJing did Avery let him enter the building.

“Because I thought it would cheer you up.” 

“I told you I don’t feel like shit no more. Them niggas fucked my mood up. Especially, Chi, she really dipped on me. Her fuckin’ muscle head ass better hope ion divorce her.”

“Sav, relax, nigga,” Lake laughed lighting a blunt then passing it to him. “Hassan would be proud of you man.”

“Yea…” Sav put his head back blowing out smoke. “I be thinkin’ bout Daddy a lot.” 

“Me too, all the time actually…I wish he would’ve made it, seen you today. It’s moments like this that make life worth living.” Lake stared out the window. After a few seconds of silence, he reached in the back seat and handed Sav an envelope. 

“What’s this?” 

“I ain’t know what to get a nigga that got it all for a graduation gift.” 

“Aw man…” Sav looked at all the papers and got emotional. 

Lake knew it bothered him that he didn’t know where he came from for sure. He couldn’t do a traditional testing since their father was deceased and had been cremated. But there was sibling DNA test and because Sav, Lake, Vant and Wreck didn’t share the same mother, it was easy to get proof. If he wasn’t Hassan’s he’d have not an ounce of relation to them.  

“Sav even if that shit ain’t say what we already knew it wouldn’t have made you any less my brother. I hope you know that.” 

“Thanks man,” Sav dapped Lake up and he pulled him in for a hug.

“Why the fuck y’all sittin’ in here cuddling and shit?” Wreck was about to get in the back, but Lake had car seats. “Nigga, Avery whip don’t have nothing in it. I swear you and Vant the wives.” 

“Fuck you nigga,” Lake pushed him getting out the car. “Stop takin’ your anger out on everybody. I told you come talk to me, you wanna hide out and shit. Think Daly ain’t tell me the bullshit you been on.” 

“I ain’t got nothing to say, and Daly a nut for bringin’ shit to you like I’m not a grown ass man! It’s fuck everything and that’s on my Daddy.” Wreck walked over and dapped Sav up. “I’m proud of you nigga.” 

“Are you really bro?” 

“Yea! Ion mean to be so hard on you. I apologize. Just…you know I’m dealin’ with my own shit right now, but I love you man.”

“I know, it’s cool, I love you too.” Sav felt bad for his brother. Wreck didn’t know which way he was going. It had spread about Gia breaking up with him. A simple, I don’t want to be with you anymore, was all the reason she gave him. That’s all he got from her. Wreck opened himself up to a woman for the last time. 

“Let’s go in here, I can’t be out for long or A will come lookin’ for me.” 

“Cause you a whipped ass—” 

“Y’all keep saying that,” Lake laughed, cutting Wreck off. “But I’m happy as fuck. I have no resistance in letting love take over me anymore.” 

“And you know what? I am genuinely jealous and that ain’t even me bro.” 

“Wreck,” Lake stopped walking. “I’m for real, come talk to me. Tomorrow, nigga.” 

“Everything already fucked up, bro. Gia will never be with me again.” 

“How?” Sav asked.

“Ion wanna talk about it.” 

“What the hell is taking so long?!” Chi pushed the door open. 

“Fuck is you doing here?” Sav looked at Lake confused. “I did not ask to come here, Chi. Lake brought me. I was on the way home.” He started defending himself immediately. 

“Get in here, Dayvion.” Chi pulled him along and it was dark as hell on the inside.

“SURPRISE!” the lights, loud ass music and cheering all happened at the same time. The whole club was decorated in his school colors with a big ass banner congratulating him. Everybody was holding cutouts of Sav’s head from his graduation photo. 

“You did this for me?” Sav wanted to cry.

“Mhm…” 

“I love you,” Sav kissed her all the way down on the couch. 

“Stop Sav!” Chi laughed. “My dress is comin’ up! You doin’ all this in front of people!” 

“Can I give my brother a hug now?” Dem asked and they let each other go. “I’m proud of you bul.” 

“Thank you.” Sav hugged Dem longer than he did his own wife. Chi was over trying to get in between something that Sav needed to literally survive, to breathe and have good days. They were working through a lot of things and as long as he prioritized her and their children then he could love on Dem all he wanted. 

“I’m so proud of you, boo boo,” Ivy said kissing her baby all over. 

“Ard come on with all that shit,” Vant tore them apart. “We got a surprise for you later,” he whispered making Sav laugh.

“Shout out to my young nigga Sav! Congratulations bro!” DJ AP shouted in the mic sounding like a nigga making everybody crack the fuck up. She was barely six weeks post-partum and came out to party for her favorite person much to Lake’s dismay. “This one for you baby!” Avery pointed at him then played Nicki Minaj Moment for Life. Sav wouldn’t openly admit he was a fan. 

“No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes, clap for the heavyweight champ, me! But I couldn't do it all alone, we!” Sav jumped on all his brothers. The moment was so nice. “Lake Porter raised me,” he remixed the lyrics. 

Lake looked at Wreck who was visibly sad and hugged his brother and in front of everyone Wreck received it because he really needed it. 

“It’s gon’ be okay, ard?” 

“Yea…” Wreck didn’t want to ruin his little brother’s day so he decided to just put his own issues aside for the time being. Vant handed him a drink patting his back. 

“It’s ard bro.” 

“Put ya drinks up,” Dem held his glass in the air with is arm wrapped around Sav. “It's a celebration, every time we link up, we done did everything, they can think of, greatness, is what we on the brink of!”

“I WISH THAT I COULD HAVE THIS MOMENT FOR LIFE!” everyone sang 

#on us #authornina #nina

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Okay this is just a small thing that you don't have to do, just an idea but like. What do you think their reactions would be to wolf hybrid!Child reader going Rabid on a skeleton that tried to hurt their dad.

I hope you enjoy! ♥

In Game, Reader is 10

Pairings:  Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Wolf Hybrid! Reader

Warnings: Fighting of Mobs

        TommyInnit

        Hyped

        Tommy loved bringing (Y/N) everywhere he went, much to everyone’s dismay her whole life.

        Their dismay lessened once (Y/N) was able to actually learn how to fight. With her added perks of being part wolf and her father being a decent fighter, she wasn’t half bad for only being ten.

        Today, the pair were out trying to get (Y/N) her first disc. Sure, she had her father’s she shared with him but she wanted her own, which made Tommy so proud of her. Together they struck out into the world and went searching for a few ruined temples and such.

        “We only got a few diamonds so far.” (Y/N) huffed, her ears flat on top of her head after they searched their third temple.

        “None of that now!” Tommy tried to cheer her up. “It took me ages to find my first disc. We’ll find one for you. And having a few diamonds isn’t too bad either! We can use them to try and scam a few items from people.”

        (Y/N)’s tail wagged at her father’s words. “Yeah! We’ll find one! And if you’re going to do more scams with Uncle Tubbo can I join?”

        “Of course! That’s the spirit!” He ruffled her hair between her ears as they went to find a new place to loot.

        Night was slowly creeping up on them when they found a new abandoned building.

        “Alright, it’s dark inside and it’s late. So, get your shield and sword ready.” Tommy told her.

        She nodded, taking her shield off her back as Tommy went in first, shield up and sword at the ready. Following in after him with her shield, her ears twitched as she listened. Tommy walked forward when (Y/N) heard the pulling off a bow. Before she could warn him, Tommy yelped as an arrow snagged his bandana and tore it as it went by.

         He whipped around to defend himself when (Y/N) snarled, launching herself into the skeleton.

        The monster was barely able to hold itself together and got no chance to respond to the attack as the child used her sword to cut off its head. Tommy stood in surprise as (Y/N)’s ears twitched and her tail straight as she growled tearing the rest of the bones apart.

        “Holy shit!” He exclaimed finally, (Y/N) jumping as she looked at him. “That was fucking awesome!”

        She knelt on the ground for a moment with a bone in her hand, watching him before grinning and her tail wagged quickly.

        “Really?”

        “Of course! My training for you has really worked!” He grinned as helped her up. “Let’s go own more shit!”

        “Yeah!” She bounced putting the bone in her hand in her bag to gnaw on later.

        Tommy had her listen first this time and together they took out any other mobs.

        In the end, Tubbo screamed as Tommy slammed his door open with (Y/N) on his shoulders, practically howling while holding a disc in celebration. It was just an average adventure.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Wilbur

        Worried but proud

        Oh look, Wilbur has another animal child, who would be surprised?

        After the war, L’Manberg had become a mostly peaceful nation. (Y/N) didn’t need to learn how to fight like her brother so he let her instead enjoy her other passions.

        It very much pleased Wilbur though that his little girl always still wanted to spend time with him. One of those days, the pair had been outside the walls. Wilbur had brought his guitar, strumming as he sang, while (Y/N) ran around to get her extra energy. The father hadn’t expected the storm clouds to roll in so fast but they did.

        The rain started to pour, (Y/N) screaming as she clung onto Wilbur as thunder boomed.

        “It’s alright little star.” He assured her as he quickly got up, putting his guitar on his back. “Let’s get back home.”

        She clung to his hand as they sprinted for the path and went for L’Manberg. He had carelessly not brought a weapon as he hadn’t expected to be out when monsters could come out. So, when a skeleton was in the path, he halted to a stop, looking for a quick escape before it noticed them.

        “This way—” Wilbur tugged (Y/N)’s hand but his eyes went wide as the arrow flew past his head. “Shit!”

        Before he knew it, (Y/N) had let go of his hand. He was too busy looking for a weapon to defend himself and his child when he noticed (Y/N) attacking the skeleton.

        “(Y/N)!” He yelped in panic as he rushed forward.

        Even without any experience, just pure instinct to protect her pack, she managed to take apart the skeleton. Wilbur pulled her from it, her big eyes looking at him with a bone in her mouth. She sat there for a moment before her eyes went wide, the bone dropping.

        “I’m sorry daddy!”

        Wilbur didn’t know what to say for a moment, the thunderclap breaking him from his thoughts as (Y/N) screamed, clinging onto him again. He took a new approach and scooped her up before sprinting instead for the Embassy. Tommy wasn’t in, so they were able to slip in. The man sighed with relief to be out of the rain, putting (Y/N) down.

        She shook the water out of her hair as she swished her tail to do the same. Wilbur took off his guitar, jacket, and hat, laying the objects on a chest as he ruffled his hair.

        “Alright, let’s get your jacket off and find something to dry off with,” Wilbur said, going for the back room.

        “I’m really sorry daddy.” She spoke before he stepped through.

        He stopped, remembering what happened. He looked back at her, her ears pointed back as she stared down at the ground with her hands behind her back and her wet tail on the floor. Coming over, he knelt in front of her, taking her shoulders, having her look at.

        “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Wilbur told her, making one of her ears twitch. “You did good. I was extremely worried, yes. I was scared you would get hurt and I don’t want you to rush into danger again without a proper weapon, but I’m not angry or disappointed with you.”

        “I really did good?” She asked, her tail coming off the floor.

        “Yes, you did.” He smiled. “I’m proud you were able to think on your feet little star and protect us both. But, as I said, we’re not going to do that again without a weapon right?”

        “Yes sir, Mr. President.” She gave a giggle with a salute.

        He laughed as he kissed her forehead and ruffled her hair. “Now let’s get you dry.”

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

        Philza

        Would have taught her more control, proud

        (Y/N) laughed as Phil held her securely to him as they soared through the sky from the village they had just traded at.

        “You having fun darling?” He smiled at her.

        “Yes!” She cheered, her ears twitching madly in the wind. “This so much more fun than walking!”

        He laughed himself as he nodded. “It is. Like I said though, I can’t do this long, we’ll probably have to walk the rest of the way home.”

        “Aw ok.” She frowned but instead smiled and decided to enjoy the moment.

        Phil had promised the young girl when she was old enough, he’d start taking her one trading expeditions after he trained her up a bit. He did tend to stay out for long periods of time after all and usually saw mobs. It had come to that time and Phil personally trained her. As Phil had taught all three of his sons, teaching his fourth child was no work and (Y/N) picked it up quickly. He also helped her work on her wolf instincts just as he had with Techno with his piglin ones.

        Of course, it was precautional training. He wasn’t going to let her fight mobs so easily. There was little to no chance she’d have to fight anything; Phil was a master at avoiding mobs and taking them out with ease as he only had one life left to his name and had to be extra careful.

        As night was starting to set in, Phil landed as his wings took as much as they could.

        “Alright, stay close to me darling.” He told her as he took off his shield and sword as a precaution.

        She nodded, her ears perked up and listening carefully to help her father as she had her own gear out. Together, they walked through the snow towards their home, Phil ahead of (Y/N) as she was close to his back. As they were close to the edge of their property, (Y/N)’s right ear twitched at the sound of a bowstring in the distance. Quickly, she turned and held up a shield in front of her father’s back, an arrow giving a loud THUNK as it hit the wood.

        Phil jumped at the noise, whipping around just as (Y/N) dashed forward and used her sword to strike the skeleton with ease. He rushed over as the skeleton tried to recollect itself and gave a final blow to it.

        “Come on,” Phil told her as her tail swished and she growled lightly. “We’re almost home.”

        She followed Phil again and from there they got home safely. He sighed in relief as he laid down his weapons, (Y/N) laying hers down beside him. Looking at his daughter, he patted her head between her ears smiling.

        “Good job kiddo. You really had my back.”

        Her tail wagged eagerly as she smiled. “I learned from the best.”

        He laughed as he nodded. “Guess you did. We got to work on you not rushing in head first though ok?”

        “Ok.” She nodded with determination.

        “That’s my little angel.”

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Technoblade

        Proud

        (Y/N) was the daughter of the Blood God!

        The second she could hold a sword on her own, she wanted to learn everything she could just to be like her father. Techno was glad to teach her as he wanted to make sure if his enemies ever found her, she could defend himself and he did tend to exploit her wolf abilities in some dangerous places, so not having to watch her constantly was good too.

        Today was any other day. A bit of training between the two, trading a bit with a village, minor terrorism in the Dream SMP land.

        “So, what did we learn today?” Techno asked as he led her across the bridge in the Nether to the home portal.

        “Grandpa doesn’t let us have fun?” She questioned as she looked at him.

        Techno threw back his head in laughter at that. Phil had convinced Techno not to do a few of his crimes, much to the pair’s disappointment.

        “I was looking for more we keep better track of our invisibility, but grandpa not letting us have fun is true too.” He grinned.

        (Y/N) wagged her tail as Techno went through the portal first, (Y/N) a few seconds behind. He frowned at the night sky, taking his axe off his belt as he saw a few scattered mobs in the snow.

        “Guess we were in the Nether too long,” Techno said. “Stay close to me. We’re going to make a run for the house.”

        “Ok.” She nodded as she took off her sword just as a precaution.

        “Three, two, one, go!” He told her before the two of them sprinted across the snow.

        They had piqued the interest of a few zombies but they were much too fast for them. As they got close to the house, an arrow snagged itself into Techno’s cape. He stopped and went to turn with a full axe swing but didn’t get the chance as a snarl filled the air. Looking, he saw (Y/N) slashing through the skeleton with ease then tore it apart with her own hands.

        He was impressed but there were mobs around. So, grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her away, forcing her to run with him again as she growled still at the now-dead skeleton.

        “Come on killer.” He told her with a proud smirk.

        “It tried to hurt you.” She huffed as they finally slowed down on the porch.

        “Yes, but what do we say?” He looked at her.

        “Technoblade never dies!” She threw up her arms with a grin and he smiled as well as he ruffled her hair as he opened the door.

        “That’s right. You did well out there, little goddess, we need to work on your form though and that was a bit overkill.”

        She pouted. “Ok.”

        He chuckled patting her head. “But I’m proud of you regardless.”

        That made her smile again as Techno took off his cape to fix it. As he did the voices were chanting.

        Blood Child! Blood Child! Blood Child!

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

        Eret

        Worried

        (Y/N), as a wolf hybrid, had an excessive amount of energy that Eret was just not able to keep up with sometimes. So, he’d let her go off on her own with Tommy, the two usually able to work both of their excessive energy out without any possible danger as Eret made Tommy promise him.

        It had been one of those days and Eret was waiting by the castle gate, worry starting to seep into him as the sun was starting to set.

        “Damn it, Tommy.” He muttered under his breath before going back inside the castle for a moment.

        Coming back out and starting to walk down the path, now he had a sword strapped to his belt as he made his way to Tommy’s. As he got to the fenced area, he heard the sounds of (Y/N)’s laughter as Tommy was yelling out profanities. Going in and to the door, he knocked on Tommy’s door. Swinging it open, Tommy stood there with a scowl on his face.

        “You’re both late,” Eret told him.

        “Shit, is it really that late?” Tommy’s eyes went wide at the setting light. “I got to meet up with Wilbur!”

        He went back inside as (Y/N) came over, seeing her father, a guilty look on her face seeing the fading light.    

        “Sorry, dad.”

        “It’s alright sweetie. Let’s get home before it gets too dark. Stay safe Tommy!” He called as (Y/N) came to Eret’s side.

        The two walked down the Prime Path as the sun set full set.

        “You’re not mad?” (Y/N) asked.

        “No princess, I understand you were having fun. I was just worried and I knew I had to come to get you. Tommy’s a good fighter but I don’t think he could protect two people.” Eret explained calmly to her.

        “Well, I’m sorry I worried you.”

        “It’s alright, let’s just get home safe.” He smiled at her.

        The castle was just in sight, making Eret feel relief that they’d get there without seeing a single mob, but he jinxed himself. As they stepped out of the gate from the Community House, an arrow flew by his arm. He jumped in surprise, pulling his sword as he went to grab (Y/N) to pull her behind him, but only grabbed air.

  ��     Looking around in a panic, he saw his little girl tackling the skeleton on instinct and starting to pull it apart with her hands.

        “Princess.” He said quickly as he went over and pulled her off the mob as she growled. “It’s alright. Calm down.”

        “It tried to hurt you!”

        “I understand sweetie, but you should have let me handle it alright?”

        She huffed but nodded. “Alright.”

        He helped her up and smiled as he ruffled her hair. “Thank you for being my knight instead princess but I promise I got it.”

        “Ok, dad.” She agreed as they went home to the castle without any more problems. “…can you teach me how to fight though?”

        “If you want to princess. We’ll figure it out.”

        “Thank you, dad.” She smiled.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Dream

         Proud but Worried

        “Got you!” (Y/N) howled as she tackled George, who in turn screamed.

        Dream laughed as he came over to them putting his wooden sword on George’s chest. They were playing a game of Manhunt and Dream had (Y/N) on his team naturally. With that, she was able to use her wolf senses to win with ease. Dream actually had to do very little but defend her. Sure, he trained her but there was a large training curve between her and everyone else.

        “We win again.” Dream told him.

        “This is no fair,” George whined. “(Y/N) can hear everything.”

        “You guys practically stomp around the forest.” (Y/N) grinned as she jumped up, her tail wagging rapidly.

        “Now don’t be too mean to your uncle.” Dream laughed, ruffling her hair.

        “I’m going to guess George lost too.” Sapnap came over to the group.

        “Dad and I are the best team!” (Y/N) threw up her hands, making Dream grin as he moved his mask from his face.

        “What told you? The scream?” Dream teased George now.

        George grabbed Dream, trying to tackle him but Dream managed to swing it back and pin George to the ground. The goggled man huffed at his second defeat as (Y/N) cheered.

        “Alright, let’s get home you two idiots.” Dream chuckled as he helped George up.

        The sun was close to setting and they were in the forest. The two other men agreed with Dream and everyone started walking.

        “Can we play again tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked Dream with eagerness, her tail still wagging.

        He laughed, nodding. “Sure. But why don’t you try and find me tomorrow with your uncles?”

        “But I like your team.” She pouted.

        “I’m honored sweetheart, but we have to make your uncles think they’re good too.” He whispered but loud enough for the others to hear.

        “Alright! You listen here Dream!” Sapnap stopped to argue with his friend, making Dream laughed.

        (Y/N) was giggling as the three were playfully arguing with each other but she frowned as her ear twitched hearing a sound in the forest. It sounded like…bones?

        Then she heard the bowstring and her eyes went wide.

        “Look out!” She shouted, startling everyone, giving them enough time to move as the arrow just flew past Dream’s face.

        “Holy shit!” Dream exclaimed in surprise.

        Before anyone could react, there was a snarl and the three saw the little girl tearing the skeleton apart.

        “Yo! You show it (Y/N)!” Sapnap cheered.

        “Shut up. Alright, sweetheart.” Dream came over, pulling her off. “You got it.”

        She huffed at the pile of bones before looking at her dad. “Are you ok daddy?”

        He smiled lightly as he nodded, patting her head as he crouched in front of her. “I’m fine, you warned me just in time.”

        “Good.” She grinned, her tail wagging.

        “But I don’t want you to do something like that again ok?” He looked at her seriously. “You got it, but you went way over of what you needed to.”

        She frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

        “It was dead, but you kept going. That’s serious stuff. Sapnap was wrong to encourage you. I’m proud you got it, but you need to keep your control, ok?”

        She nodded slowly. “Ok. I think I understand.”

        He smiled again, kissing the top of her head. “Good. Now let’s get home before anything else catches us.”

        With that, the four went home, pride definitely in his chest but he would make sure his daughter understood her anger.

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