#And instantly got picked up by this dude clicking/cooing at him???

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 114

What do y’know, another de-aged Danny. And another Danny with Talons. Only this time he’s found by a specific Talon. A very old Talon who is a very dramatic bastard. A very dramatic bastard who half grew up in a circus as a knife juggler and thrower. 

One Elder Talon William Cobb, has now acquired a Hatchling. Along with his fledgling Gray Son who keeps trying to peer at the small not-quite Talon. Why he gets this sensation to not tell the Court, he isn’t quite sure, but his instincts have never driven him wrong before. 

Now if only the bats would stop chasing them while his flock are trying to search for a nesting spot…

[jarofstyles]

Level Up II

A/N: Here is our part 2 of nerdy!harry and things are getting even more steamy hehe 

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut. filth even, oral sex (giving and receiving), daddy kink, hints of angst?, fluff too 

word count: 15k 

Harry woke up and was positive he dreamt it all, but he already had a good morning text from Y/N and it was proven that it wasn’t fake. They’d both been filthy and sexual and she was coming over tonight and possibly will fall asleep in his bed? What the fuck? Extra effort was put into smelling good and stuff, so that she would be impressed if she saw him. He had sent back a good morning text as well before he left for school. Backpack lazily on his back, thankfully Niall was there to walk in with him. People tended to leave him alone more when other people were around. Talking about the overwatch game he played the night before, Harry listened half heartedly as he fixed up his books and took out what he needed for his first classes. That was until he heard a soft voice call his name, causing butterflies to flood his stomach! He hadn’t told Niall or anyone for that matter that they were hanging out. It didn’t mean something in a way a friend would care until yesterday, and he wouldn’t violate her trust when it came to that.

Y/N separated from her friends when she saw Harry in the hallway, making her way over so that she could get that hug she had spent all night thinking about. 

“Harry!” She called, smiling widely once she had reached him. “Hi Niall.” She waved to him as well before going in to give Harry that hug. “You smell good.” She mumbled, nuzzling against him a bit. Y/N noticed that he was also wearing a plain shirt today, a pair of jeans. Simple. It worked. He looked great, wondered if he put in an effort just for her. It made her smile.

He hadn’t expected a hug in the middle of a busy hallway, with everyone looking, but he wasn’t going to reject a hug. Y/N was bold in not caring about what her friends thought. And of course, Niall was not at all expecting that. 

“Hi. Thank you.” He placed his hand on her back and rubbed a little bit, feeling a bit stiff but not because of her. It was in case people were looking, he didn’t want her to have to deal with anyone being mean to her. That would kill him. She looked hot. Like so fucking hot. And she didn’t even try much. A tight tee shirt and jeans and he was nearly drooling. They clung to her curves and showed them off and Harry couldn’t help but remember seeing her last night in that video, before trying to push that down. He was just happy to see her. 

“Y/N... hi!” Niall squeaked, looking around Harry in shock. Y/N had her cheek rested on his chest and was looking at Niall and he could feel her smile at him through his shirt.

“Loosen up...” Y/N mumbled softly, “‘s okay.” She reminded Harry and pulled back to give him a smile. She wanted to kiss him really bad. Honestly, she didn’t care if people were looking, she didn’t care what people thought because at the end of the day she was student body president for a reason. Everyone else could fuck off. She got up on her tiptoes, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Can I kiss you right now? Like a quick one.” Y/N was desperate, she didn’t know if she could wait till the end of the school day for that. She didn’t want to be super PDA like but this was for her. She just— 

“Y/N!” Lauren called her, “come on!” She seemed confused but Y/N didn’t give a fuck. 

“I’ll meet you there.” She called back to her and focused her attention back on Harry. She wanted to spend as much time as she possibly could with him.

Harry couldn’t tell her no. He knew he would be getting hounded by Niall, who would tell their whole friend group but hell, he couldn’t tell her no. And he wanted a kiss. So fucking bad. 

“Yeah- yeah, if you want one.” He stuttered. He hoped she knew it wasn’t because of her that he was nervous, but when she got on her tiptoes and cupped his jaw, the kiss made him forget anything else. It was perfect. Her plushy lips pressing against his once and then again, Harry feeling her arm move up to curl over his shoulder again. They were lost in each other, Y/N only pulling back when Lauren called for her again. His eyes were wide. They’d kissed a bit more than they’d planned and a few people had seen. Which meant, the whole damn school would know by lunch time. Yeah, thank god he had his hiding spot in the library.

“I’ll see you later.” She cooed, giving him once last kiss on the cheek before waving goodbye. Y/N was very glad that she had gotten her morning kisses, smiling brightly up at him. “Bye Niall.” She smiled, walking her way back to her friend group despite all the stares. Y/N was happy and that was all that mattered. 

“What the fuck was that?” Lauren asked, causing Y/N to laugh. 

“What do you mean?” She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. 

“One second you’re partnered with him, the next you’re kissing him? It’s a project not a charity case.” She scoffed causing Y/N to stop and her tracks and furrow her brows. 

“Excuse me?” She couldn’t believe she had the nerve. “Why is it any of your business? We finished the project, and I fucking like him.” Y/N said sternly, “if you don’t like it, you can fuck all the way off Lauren, I’ve had it.” She would not take that kind of judgement. She knew Lauren needed her more than she needed her.

While Y/N’s ‘friends’ weren’t happy, Niall was in disbelief. Firing questions left and right and Harry didn’t have many answers because he still didn’t quite understand it himself. 

“Mate... we were partnered together. We got on right away and clicked over some stuff. She’s... fucking incredible.” He felt himself about to drift off thinking about her. “So nice, smart, and she isn’t judgemental. I dunno how she ended up with those people cause... she’s amazing. Truly.” He was proud to know her. Be her... friend? Whatever they were. Kissing buddies? He hoped that wasn’t all they ended up being though. “And then, we just... I dunno. Yesterday we kissed. And it felt really good, right. So I’m just feeling it out? I can’t believe she would ever go for someone like me. She’s astronomically out of my league but... she wants to hang out with me. I’d never deny her.” He explained to Niall, who was so confused and intrigued. 

“Dude, The rest of the group is gonna freak. You’ve had a crush on her for years.” His friends knew all about his crush. He looked at her Instagram a lot. And stared a lot.

Y/N was genuinely confused as to why her friends made such a big deal out of it. Why was it any of their business? “I really thought you guys would be happy for me...” She frowned, shaking her head. “Don’t have to be so mean just cause he isn’t like you... don’t like that you talk about people that way, you know that.” Y/N said feeling her blood begin to boil. 

She couldn’t take any of that anymore. She simply stayed away from them for the rest of the classes, waiting until lunch so that she could sit down and have a chat with Harry. She hoped he wasn’t getting shit from this, that would make her feel awful. 

‘Hii, where are you? x’

It was simple but she couldn’t find him anywhere in the cafeteria. The next best thing was spotting his tiny friend group. 

“Hey, Niall. Hi everyone. Do you know where Harry is?” Y/N asked sweetly, waiting for an answer.

“Oh.. h-hi Y/N!” He said with wide eyed. She never approached before and genuinely had surprised him. He was jealous but only because he had wanted a girlfriend. That’s what he and Y/N were, he was assuming. “I dunno, he never tells me where he goes during lunch. I’m sorry.” He felt bad that he couldn’t help her but it was a mystery to him and their little table of friends. 

‘Hiii. C: I am in the library. Second floor and towards the thesauruses.’ 

Harry has been harassed a good deal today, especially by Y/N’s friends. It wasn’t her fault. Not at all. Her friends were assholes but, he did wonder if maybe it was true. If she felt bad for him being a lonely virgin. He hoped not but he knew he wasn’t good enough for her at all. She was perfect and he was not, at all. 

“Oh— okay yeah I—” She started and then looked at her phone to see he had texted her. Her face visibly lit up. “That’s him! Sorry to disturb your lunch, have a good day.” Y/N cooed, turning around and making her way to the library where apparently Harry was. She never knew you could eat in there? Maybe Harry was just an exception. 

“Hi there...” She cooed, smiling as she approached him. “Is this seat taken?” Y/N teased, sitting down next to him and instantly going to give him a hug. She nuzzled into his side, letting out a sigh. “You okay?” She was hoping he was, he knew how vicious some of these girls could be. She hated that they picked on him. “Just wanted to come and check up on you... don’t really want to sit with everyone else today. Don’t like the way they’re acting.” Y/N scrunched her nose and went to take her lunch out from her bag. “Do you want a cookie?”

Y/N was happily welcomed to sit next to him, his heart beating fast again when she went for a hug and cuddled up against him. This was the shot that felt so good, the fact she was confident and comfortable enough with him to do this. That he was even an option for him in the first place. She was amazing. 

“Yeah... your friends aren’t happy with this at all.” He laughed softly, though insecurity surely ran through. They’d cornered him and told him that he should leave Y/N alone. That he wasn’t what she needed and he was going to damage his reputation and that he should give up for her sake. But if Y/N wanted him, he couldn’t tell her no. He cared about her so much and they obviously had a chemistry. Last night had been some of the most confident he had ever been, despite being blushy about it all day when it came into his mind, which was a lot. “I’ll take one, sure.” He motioned to his chips, knowing she could take some if she wanted one.

“I shouldn’t really call them my friends... they’re not great at all.” Y/N sighed, pushing her hair back behind her ear before handing him a cookie. “Did they say anything to you?” She asked curiously, “please tell me you didn’t listen to a word they said.” Y/N sat up properly, looking at him with genuine concern. “I just... I’ve known them for so long but none of them are like... I don’t know. If anything this should be a reason for me to stop associating with them all together. They’re horrid.” Y/N frowned, shaking her head, “I can’t believe they think that’s okay, they need to grow up. I don’t want to associate with people like that anymore... they don’t—” She shook her head, huffing as she bit into her sandwich. Y/N went to reach for a chip, thanking him softly before going back to eating. She was so thankful for him. She was glad that she was coming over tonight as well, they could cuddle and play games and maybe do other things. Only if he wanted though.

“Yeah they uh—  they said some stuff.” He cleared his throat nervously. Y/N was going to be upset because he knew she didn’t believe it herself but he still worried. “Just said stuff about you being out of my league and stuff which I knew. I’ve always known that. But they said I’m going t-to tear you down socially and like... I’m gonna drag you under?” He shrugged, looking at his hands as he avoided her eye contact. “That you only felt bad for me and stuff. Damaging your reputation wouldn’t be worth it so I should just leave you alone.” It hurt him because he didn’t want to. He would do what Y/N wanted but he also didn’t want to make her life hell too. She did say she didn’t consider those other people friends though. He wondered... Did she really think so? Would she leave her friends behind because they were mean to him?

“They said that?” She frowned and let out a deep breath because she knew Harry was definitely thinking about it. Thinking that what they said was the truth. “It’s not true. None of it. I’m not out of your league, you won’t damage my reputation, nothing I do can do that... unless I turn into a raging bitch all of a sudden. The average person at this school doesn’t hate you, they don’t know you, it’s only those dicks that make it seem like everyone does. I hate that I’m associated with them but I just don’t know how to get away. I-I won’t let them make fun of you or anyone like that.” Y/N felt her heart sink to her stomach. “Do people think I’m like that?” She asked curiously, hoping that wasn’t the case. “I just... please, don’t believe them. Please? I wouldn’t be hanging out with you if I didn’t want to. I’m grown. I know what I want and what I’m doing...”

“No— no, Everyone thinks you’re nice. M-my friends always wondered why you’d hang out with them cause you’re- you’re not like them.” He reassured quickly. His hand went to grab hers because he could see the sadness on her face and he hated it. Y/N didn’t deserve to feel sad. “I’m sorry—  I don’t plan on like, not talking to you or anything. I promise. I just don’t want to be the cause of you losing friends. Or, if that’s what you want, then I support you.” He tripped on his words as he tried his best tone reassuring. “You’re really great, Y/N. I’m... a little bit nervous cause, you’re so great and I feel like m’not, and I don’t know what I can offer you but I’m gonna do my best?” He was speaking softly but Y/N seemed to like that he was closer to her so she could hear.

“Just wish people didn’t care so much about my life.. what does it matter to them?” Y/N couldn’t understand, but at least she had Harry who could see things from her point of view. Or at least try to. “I mean... I’m glad people don’t think I’m like that, but... I know none of this will matter in college.” That was true. She was sort of holding out till highschool was over to get rid of her friend group and make a new one. She found it hard to make sure that they stayed in check, they clearly found time to be mean to anyone that they could which she couldn’t understand why. “I really like you. I do. And I hate that people are trying to invalidate my feelings to put you down.” Y/N frowned, moving her hand up to cup his cheek. “I’m sorry... you don’t deserve any of this.”

“S’okay, Y/N. Really. Like you said—  doesn’t matter in college, yeah?” He felt the need to comfort her more than himself because she looked genuinely distraught that he had to do shit like this. “We’re okay. Yeah? We’re fine. Can just let them mind their business?” He knew it was easier said than done but he was willing to focus on her. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the majority of his attention otherwise. Absolutely did. “What- what did you want to watch tonight?” He questioned. Y/N was coming over and potentially sleeping over- they’d been texting a bit during classes and she said she was excited to lay with him. Which, of course, made his stomach explode in butterflies. Y/N smiled a bit when he moved the topic onward to tonight. She had been thinking about it all day, all she wanted to do was lay with him and cuddle and maybe kiss and do some other things. 

“What kind of movies do you like?” She asked softly, “cause we can watch something action or like a comedy, or we can watch a Disney movie.” Y/N giggled at the idea. It was relaxing to have a person. Y/N knew they weren’t official but having someone around for a comfort thing was great. She liked showering people with attention, loved smothering them in her love. Harry was the perfect candidate it seemed like because he felt similar to her. At least she thought so. Part of her wished he was more expressive. She wanted to know exactly how he felt about her and what he wanted or what he was scared of so she could open up to him more and make him more comfortable. There was only so much she could do.

“Yeah? I’d like that.” He swallowed his pride a bit and turned to her more, squeezing her hand. “M’really excited.” It may not seem like much but, Harry wasn’t one to normally do shit like this. Expressing feelings was hard. Especially when they were deep feelings. Last night had been... amazing. He truly couldn’t believe that she had chosen him out of all the people possible to do that with. That she returned feelings. But he had to make sure she was being taken care of as well. “I’m sorry if I was... really forward last night.” The blush came back to his face. “I don’t know.. something got into me. I just wanted to say sorry if I like, did too much.”

“No, oh my god, no— you were great.” She told him with a shake of her head, blushing as she made eye contact. “Honestly, please don’t feel embarrassed or anything, I really liked it.” Y/N smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. “It’s the weekend though... got lots of time to just relax and stuff.” Y/N reminded him, “and I want to get to know you more and stuff... and even when I’m at home we could like... game together or something. Whatever you wanna do.” She let out a small sigh, “Can I have a kiss?” She was feeling desperate for another after everything that had gone down. Y/N knew that a little kiss from Harry would brighten her day. She sure hoped that it brightened his. 

The fact that she kept asking for kisses had Harry on cloud nine. She genuinely was loving the kisses and kept getting them and with each one, he became more and more comfortable with her. 

“Yeah... sounds really good. I’d love to game with you.” That would make his whole life. Excitement bloomed in him. Yes, that would be a lot of fun. Something he was hoping for. Y/N in his gaming room... maybe right cuddled next to him. A dream. “And— yeah. You can have them whenever.” He was doing his best to be more confident for her sake. Y/N deserves it. Especially with how she defended him. He could be brave, too. Leaning forward, he cupped the side of her face and tried not to hesitate before pressing their lips together. It was like as soon as their mouths met, everything else wasn’t there. His worries weren’t, because it felt natural and good to just be there, warm lips pressed against his. Y/N’s hand holding the wrist that cupped her face.

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Y/N was really excited to go over to Harry’s. He deserved a really good night with just the two of them, relaxing and playing games. Maybe something else. She had told her mom that she was staying the night at Lauren’s so she wouldn’t be interrupted. Everything was in place really, she���d even worn a sexy yet casual outfit. A pink sailor moon shirt with matching shorts and sports bra. She had brought a little bag of stuff just in case, knowing it would be weird to leave for a sleep over with nothing and made her way down a few houses to Harry’s. Y/N knocked on the door and waited, rocking back and forth a bit. She was ready to see him, to cuddle and kiss him again. It was probably strange considering the two of them had seen each other a few hours ago at school, but she did really miss him. She liked him a whole lot too, especially after their little phone call. Fuck, that phone call…

Harry has nervously cleaned the whole house after school, making sure it was spotless. He’d ran to the store and got a stupid amount of snacks because he hadn’t asked Y/N what she liked and didn’t want to be obvious, so the pantry was stacked. Thank god his parents weren’t home and wouldn’t be until next week. He made his bed with fresh sheets and cleaned his bathroom and game room. Showered and put on Grey sweats and a plain blue tee shirt, so he didn’t seem to be trying hard. He didn’t know the first thing about fashion and hoped it would be good enough. He missed Y/N even if it seemed stupid. He liked her a lot and his tummy felt warm and fuzzy when he thought about her- especially their night before. She gave him confidence he hadn’t ever had. Incredible if you asked him. When he heard the door knock, he ran for it and took a second to collect himself before opening the door. 

Well. Shit. 

She looked... like any gamers dream, but specifically his. They’d agreed on pajamas but she was wearing a big oversized sailor moon tee with barely visible shorts. And looked so fucking hot that he could feel his throat clam up a bit. Luckily he was met with Y/N hugging him.

“Hiii!” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and inhaling his scent. Clearly they’d both showered, properly prepared for the night. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up a little at the thought, mostly because she was excited about potentially doing things with him tonight. Even if it was him feeling her up, anything would work for her. “You smell good.” She mumbled for the second time today, allowing them to step into his house as she pulled away to close the door. His parents wouldn’t be here for the weekend so it was properly ideal, she could stay here all weekend if she could convince her parents she wasn’t doing anything bad. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a little bit of stuff so my mom wouldn’t think I was being weird. She insisted I bring these over.” Y/N chuckled, pulling out a little container with cupcakes. “Made them last night.” Y/N knew that her mom and dad would love Harry, he was a sweet boy, but they probably wouldn’t agree with her sleeping over.

“It’s okay.” She could stay over. He would like that. It made him nervous but also excited because there was nothing he wanted more than to wake up beside her and touch and feel her all over, if that was something that she was okay with. Just a proper cuddling session. “You’re an angel.” He smiled at the cupcakes, taking both them and the bag from her hands and leading her towards the kitchen. “They look very good. I didn’t know you liked baking.” Actually, there was so much Harry didn’t know and that was the exciting part about it. He was hopeful that perhaps she would be open to sharing more! 

“I went to the store to get snacks. I uh, I went a little bit nuts with the card. It’s okay though because I didn’t know what you liked.” He said sheepishly. “I have a bunch here and then in my game room I’ve got a ton of stuff.” He itched his neck but felt relieved when she looked impressed. He knew he went through a lot of effort so he hoped she could see that. “I didn’t know what you’d want for dinner, so I wanted to figure that out with you.”

“Awe, that’s so nice.” Y/N cooed, wrapping her arms around his waist again. “Don’t have to do that for me though, would have been happy with a bag of plain tortilla chips even.” She said and shrugged. “But thank you...” Y/N went to grab some Pringle’s and some sour patch kids, her two favorite snacks, “do you have drinks upstairs?” She asked softly, looking up at him with big eyes. “Also, what snacks do you like?” She wanted to make sure she grabbed them for him too. When she spotted the white cheddar cheez-its hiding she gasped, grabbing them as well. “Upstairs?” She followed him up, being carefully with the food as they made their way up to his room. Y/N placed everything down on one of his bedside tables, looking up at him as she took a seat on his bed. “Can do pizza? Pizza is always good and easy, can’t think of anything else around here I know of.”

Harry placed her bag down on his desk chair. This was real. It felt like she was here to sleep over and trust, none of his sleepovers ever went the way he wanted this one to go. Surely he would get to kiss her some. She had told him she was excited to get some kissing done via text. 

“Yeah— yeah, we can do that.” He wiped his hands on his sweats as he took her in, sitting on the side of his bed and looking at him. Never I’m a million years bad he actually thought this could Happen for him. She had been a dream but he hadn’t really thought it could happen. “I have drinks in the mini fridge, hold on.” He leaned down and went under his desk to grab a soda and a water. He would take whichever she didn’t. “Sorry if I’m being awkward again. I’m excited to have you here.”

“No, baby, don’t be sorry. It’s okay, it’s cute.” Y/N smiled, pulling her legs up on the bed properly before making grabby hands at him. “Come here.” She cooed, wanting a proper cuddle as it has been a few hours since they’ve been able to do so. A whole night and day really, their little cuddle at lunch wasn’t enough. She figured once they cuddled up Harry would be a lot more comfortable with her, more at ease. Or maybe not. Regardless, she just wanted a cuddle. “What do you wanna do then?” She asked curiously, pushing a few pieces of hair away from his face. “Watch a movie and play some games?” She really wanted him to take the lead, wanting to know more about what he wanted and liked. Y/N felt like she had been deciding a majority of their activities and wanted to give him some freedom. “Can do whatever really, it’s up to you... just wanna hang out with you.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got good movies on my Netflix. Or my Xbox is in here and I have 2 controllers.” He said softly. It felt good to have her hands on him. It was so comforting to have Y/N touching at him and playing with his hair. The moment he relaxed on the bed he could feel her settle in. To press herself against him. He was going to be braver today. He would be able to touch her hips and hair and appropriate places until given permission to do otherwise. He could be a man for her. She wouldn’t want a nervous baby. “I’m still happy and a little shocked you want to hang out with me but h really like that you’re here.” He admitted. It was surreal to have her so close and see her smile up at him. Truly, he was happy as a clam at the moment. “Just let me know which one you want to do so I can set it up.” He figured a movie because she was already trying to nearly crawl on him- and he couldn’t complain. It was amazing to feel her wanting to be close.

“But... Why are you so shocked? I kiss you all the time, of course I want to hang out with you.” She said as a matter of factly before shifting on him once again. “Speaking of....” Y/N whispered, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Can I have my kiss now?” She was really gentle with him still, not wanting to overwhelm him. Y/N moved forward, pressing her lips against his in a sweet kiss. It was perfect. A sweet relief after a long day. She hummed against his lips, her tongue licking over his bottom lip for more. God she wanted more. She could never really get enough and she was positive it was because he was so eager to learn and give to her. She wanted to do the same for him. Y/N kept it relatively tame, not wanting to get too much into things right away. They’d save it for later, definitely would be partaking in some sexy time. Harry was prepared, fresh sheets and everything. He really was ready for her.

He was getting the hang of this kissing thing. He was hoping that he could be as good as Y/N was at it because she made his head fuzzy. It was amazing. So much fun to just kiss and feel her body touch his, her breath against his mouth, her hands on his shoulders or hair or his jaw. 

“I missed doing that.” He sighed, feeling himself loosen up a bit. Her kisses had healing and relaxing powers. There was no debating it. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. Course I’m shocked still. I’ve been wanting to hang out with you for ages and now I get to... s’surreal. Like a dream.” He murmured. She didn’t understand just how appealing and enchanting she was. He hoped to show her that she was. He leaned forward and gave her another peck before pulling back and letting her head rest in his shoulder. It was relaxing to have her here and enthralling as well. Y/N smiled at that, pressing another kiss to his cheek before resting her head on his chest. Her hand traced shapes into his side, feeling relaxed here. 

“There’s no rush, it’s the weekend yeah?” She cooed, listening when he mentioned that hanging out with her still felt so surreal. She could understand what he meant, but she wanted nothing more than to make him comfortable. “Let me know what I can do to help, want you to know it’s not a dream...” Y/N said softly, pressing another soft peck to his cheek and then to his lips as he turned to peck hers. “Know it’s a lot but... just wanna make it feel normal... so you can be comfortable around me.... I’ll always get butterflies, I’m sure you will too... but I doubt what you ever doubting this or yourself yeah?” She nuzzled into his neck and placed a few kisses there, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. “Can put on whatever you want, even an anime.” Y/N smiled, “can show me your favorite or something new we can start together.”

He forgot she did like anime. How had he been able to achieve a woman like Y/N, the world had given them the best chance. He put on an anime but knew he would spend the majority of it staring at her. Y/N was in his bed, cuddled up to him, sitting and holding his hand and playing with rings. He was thinking about how he got to kiss the pretty pink lips of her and how he got to hold her soft hands. Got to text her. He was hoping that Y/N would want this for a long time. That they could try a real relationship. He would ask her if that’s what this was. Eventually. Right now he was just enjoying what she had to offer, grateful for it all. He knew she could feel him observing her but he was in awe of how beautiful she was. That she looked so natural and soft and was enjoying his touch. Cautiously, he brought a hand up to brush away the messy hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

Y/N felt his eyes on her, clearly he wasn’t paying attention to the anime he had put on. He was just observing her and gently caressing her skin, pushing her hair back away from her face and behind her ear. She turned to look at him, eyes wide and innocent, questioning what he was doing. Harry was a sweet boy, his intentions were pure and it tugged at her heart strings. She took this moment to observe him, just admiring his beautiful eyes and just how soft his skin was. The little freckles he had and the lines where his dimples formed. Y/N wished he knew just how attractive he was, knew that if people saw him for who he really was they’d be all over him. 

“You’re really pretty. Sometimes it feels like you’re a painting.” He wasn’t sure if that made sense but she had that timeless beauty in his opinion. That she could be in any era and be the most beautiful girl In the land. He was curious to see how she would age. Gracefully, he was positive. “I mean it.” He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him. “Heeeey. I’m trying to compliment you. M’sorry. You’re just very distracting.” He admitted softly. Y/N was the most welcome distraction there was. This could be his reality. His every day. One day they could be older and she could choose him to be the one to wake up next to. It had his mind racing a mile a minute. Especially thinking about last night and how she had made him all the more confident. Y/N felt a blush on her cheeks again, looking at him and rolling her eyes because he really did flatter her too much. 

“Shouldn’t you be watching the tv and not me?” She whispered, leaning forward to peck his lips. “Thank you though, I really do appreciate it.” She did. Not many guys took the time to tell her things like that. She’d usually just get the, ‘you’re so sexy’ or the ‘nice tits’. It was never, ‘you’re so beautiful’ or ‘you’re a dream’. “I’m sorry I’m distracting, don’t mean it..” She pouted, cuddling back into his shoulder and pressing a kiss just beneath his jaw. If she could she’d just spend all day kissing him. She didn’t care about the games or the pizza, she just wanted to kiss him and cuddle him and maybe do more. Show him the world, give him that confidence or more like help him find it. It was in there, she knew it was.

“Trust me, I enjoy it.” He murmured softly, breath catching when she kissed under his jaw. He was being spoiled completely with kisses today and he didn’t know why, but he was enjoying them. He could sit for days and kiss her skin if that’s something Y/N was happy to let him do. “I’m g-gonna order the pizza.” He stuttered, not moving his head but picking up the phone to call. He was surprised when she didn’t stop. See, something about this aroused him for some reason and he wasn’t sure why, but his neck flushed with her kisses as he cleared his throat. “Hi- can I order two pizzas please?” His last word was a squeak when Y/N gently nibbled on his jaw. He wasn’t telling her to stop, he didn’t want to.

Y/N smirked against his skin, loving how committed he was to talking on the phone despite his reactions. She hummed, nipping again at the skin in hopes to leave a mark. She wondered if he would like that? Hopefully he didn’t mind, but she could understand that maybe his parents would feel weird about it. It was a type of bruise, it would take a while to go away. Once the pizzas were ordered Y/N pulled back from his jaw, smirking up at him. 

“‘m sorry about that...” She hummed, licking over her lips. “Couldn’t help myself.” Y/N blushed and rested her head against his chest. Everything about their little hang out was so high school, but that was exactly what she wanted. A cute wholesome highschool romance. She could tell that he was a horny fucker, just as was she. If the kissing didn’t give it away then maybe the way she dressed or the way she was mentally undressing him would give him a clue. Y/N didn’t want him to think there was all she wanted him for though, so she didn’t front with that part of her. Instead choosing to love up on him.

“It’s- it’s okay. Was hard to talk though. I liked it. My head went numb.” He let himself laugh about it. Y/N truly didn’t have a clue about the effect she had on people. He wanted her to know that he was okay with her doing this stuff. He loved it, actually. It was rather tame then, once they relaxed and waited for the pizza. Only difference was Y/N did have a fun time kissing his neck or his chest over his shirt and he was wondering if she would enjoy the same type of affection. It was a learning curve. He sighed when the doorbell rang and had to untangle them from their lovely little love nest; at least that’s how he saw it. He was quick to run down the stairs and pay, bringing it back up to his room with two plates on top of the boxes for them to use if she wanted to.

Y/N was already sitting up in the bed, having pulled her T-shirt off because she was getting hot. She hoped that he didn’t mind, he probably wouldn’t. Her hair was now up in a messy bun to prepare for eating, her hands patting the space in front of her on the bed for him to place the boxes down on. 

“I didn’t realize how hungry I am.” Y/N chuckled, “smells really good.” She mumbled and waited for him to join her before digging in. She made sure to be as careful as possible, not wanting to get anything on his fresh and clean sheets. Y/N felt extremely comfortable around Harry, probably more than she did with people she called her friends. Harry didn’t judge her, he liked her for who she was and continued to support every choice she made. She too hoped to do that for him, it’s exactly what he deserved. 

“Where are your parents anyway?” She asked curiously, knowing it was a bit random but she wanted to know how often he was alone like this.

Again, she manages to knock him on his metaphorical ass when she tossed the shirt off and revealed a tiny, cute pj set underneath the tee shirt. It was showcasing her little tummy and her soft hips and thighs, not to mention the tits. Fuck, Harry wanted to bury his face between them so badly it aches. But he swallowed that thought when she was talking again, mentioning the pizza and then his parents. 

“Oh— they’re both at different work things. My mum runs an upscale catering company. My dad owns a publishing company.” He said, sitting on the bed next to her. It was hard not to stare at her body but he made sure to focus the best he could in her pretty face. “They go away a lot because my sister is out of the house and I can take care of myself.” He told her. “It’s not bad though. I game a lot so I like, just come home and do my work, then play online.” He wasn’t sure how to tell her that he streamed and had thousands of people who watched. He made a decent amount of money in tips on there too.

“Oh that’s cool.” Y/N smiled, nodding her head. “You sure?” She knew she would probably get lonely if her parents were away all the time but then again, if she got alone time that would be amazing. “Guess it’s nice cause that means I can come over more.” Y/N hinted, hoping he wouldn’t mind. She had a feeling he wouldn’t. “My parents are relatively strict... they like knowing what I’m doing at all times, kinda told my mom I was at Lauren’s but... she won’t really call and ask.” Y/N explained, “I think they’d like you though... you’re a nice wholesome boy, aren’t anything like the others.” Her mother hated her ex boyfriends. None of them were allowed over and when she found out about them she got much stricter with her going out. Y/N was hoping that this would be a thing for a while. She could see herself really getting into it and honestly, if they chose the same college then they wouldn’t have to worry about breaking up. Maybe she was thinking too far ahead but, could you really blame her?

“Yeah? You can come over whenever you want. My house is open to you. I’m positive that if you’d like to meet her, my mum would love you. My dad is okay, he’s a bit aloof. But he would like you too. He’s just quiet.” He admitted. Well, Harry was quiet at school. During games and stuff, not so much. “I’ve never had a girl over before. So she’s gonna like... interrogate you and want you to cook with her or something if you’re here when she is.” He groaned. “She knows you though. Our parents are friendly, I think our mums go to that wine book club together.” He thought out loud. Well. Internally he was thinking about how good it was that their parents got along. It could be useful. Not to say he was jumping the gun, but in his mind, he absolutely was. “I...  you’re not gonna get in trouble for being here though, right?” He said softly. “I don’t want you to not be allowed over.

“Think so?” Y/N smiled shyly at him, “your mom is really nice from what I remember. She used to bring those really good brownies to the bake sale in elementary school.” Y/N used to love them, would buy five at a time so she would have one for everyday of the school week. “Maybe she can teach me to make them.” She raised a brow, taking a sip of her drink. Y/N has no idea that their moms were friends but that would definitely come in handy. If their moms were friends then her mom already adored Harry, knowing that Anne had probably shown photos to her mom and bragged. They would be just fine. “Don’t worry baby, it’s okay.” Y/N cooed, “She won’t find out, and if she does, she can’t really stop me. I am almost 18.” She said and shrugged, “besides, you’re a nice boy and I’m only a few houses away... it could be worse.”

“Alright... good. I don’t want to get you into trouble. It would be awful if we couldn’t hang out.” She had hinted at coming Over again so he was going off of those cues. “It’s really cool how we live so close to one another. I’ve always thought about us being friends and stuff... I’m happy that you wanted to be friends too.” He smiled, taking a bite of his pizza. “S’even cooler that you’re into games and stuff. It sucks that you don’t show it out more because you’re friends would make fun of you. S’so shitty of them. Then again, you could be a trendsetter. However— you’re safe with me. Can like whatever you want.” He shrugged. He didn’t care if she did or didn’t like the stuff but he was so relieved she did. He wouldn’t annoy her when talking about it. “Niall... he was freaking out after you left because he was so confused why you kissed me. It was funny.”

“I know... I mean, I guess it was my little secret but then again if they found out I wouldn’t mind. It’s weird, I guess they just never cared enough to ask and I never cared enough to tell them. They’re shit friends anyway... won’t matter soon.” Y/N sighed, knowing she sort of landed herself in the shit with highschool friends. “I had friends online, still do. They’re much closer to me than any of the friends I made at school... besides you of course.” Y/N felt safe in the online gamer community, people accepted her and liked her and didn’t judge. “I wish I could do more for you though.. you and your friends don’t deserve to be treated the way people treat you guys.” It was sweet that Niall was so excited for his friend, Y/N of course blushed and shrugged. “I asked him where you were at lunch too and he seemed flustered... I don't know why he was acting like I wouldn’t know his name. I went to elementary school with him.”

“I guess.. I didn’t realize you’d remember me too. You’re just, you’re the nicest person that’s super popular and you stand up for guys like us. We aren’t the social norm I guess, and you’re always sweet. So he was surprised the same way I was.” He had to tell her that. “You know that everyone at school loves you, right? Like... everyone always says how nice and funny and pretty you are. I think that’s why I never thought I stood a chance of being your friend... even more so being able to kiss you. I’ve thought about it for a long time.” He slipped up and let her know he had been thinking about kissing her for a while. And he knew she would be curious.

“Shouldn’t put me up on a pedestal like that though, I’m just a person.” Y/N said softly, “I do appreciate it, like it’s really nice and all... but I’m just like you guys.” She shrugged, taking another bite of her pizza. She knew that she was well liked at school but she simply treated people the way she would want to be treated and she deserved ample attention and kindness so she gave the same. Y/N raised a brow when he admitted to thinking about kissing her for a while. “You had a crush on me?” She asked with a bashful smile, feeling herself get all giddy. It made her sad that he felt like he was out of her league. He certainly wasn’t. “Everyone stands a chance at being my friend, but you of course are a special case.” She let him squirm for a bit before continuing to talk. “I always thought you were really cute. I had a crush on you in elementary school, I always made sure that I personally picked a birthday present for you when I was little instead of having my mom go buy a gift.” Y/N admitted and sighed, “always liked you and thought you were nice.... but then life took over and we went separate ways and now here we are again.”

In elementary school, one year in particular, she had gotten him a power rangers lunch box. It was metal and inside had a thermos and a knife and fork. He used it every day until his mum got him a new one and he felt bad not using it. But it was his favorite thing ever. 

“You... had a crush on me?” He couldn’t believe it. Truly, it was something otherworldly. “That’s... really ironic. Cause I think it’s been there since then. Wait, let me show you something.” He stood up and went towards his shelf, grabbing something before walking towards her. It was the lunch box. A bit battered from use but it was still nice, Harry holding it in his hands to show her. “This was my favorite. It was from 3rd grade, and you gave it to me on my birthday. I used it all the way until 5th grade because I was so happy you gave it just to me. I had my grandfather replace them hinges once because I used it every day.”

“Yeah I did. A fat crush too. But you know, I kept it a secret because liking boys was considered treason.” Y/N remembered how intense cooties were at their school. She knew that she probably should have said something in hindsight, but now it is what it is. She could make up for lost time. “Oh my god.” Y/N gasped as she took hold of the lunch box she remembered seeing and begging her mom to buy for Harry. “Really? You liked it that much?” She blushed, “I.... I remember telling my mom we needed to get this for you because I knew you really liked power rangers and I knew Niall had one and you didn’t so I got you the better one.” She remembered being that attentive even then. She never really lost that fondness that she had of him, it was something that was always there. “You were always so nice and you complimented my dresses so I wanted to be extra nice to you.”

“Yeah— I loved it mostly because it was from you. Of course I loved power rangers too but it’s... I dunno, it’s always been special to me.” He blushed slightly and took the pizza boxes out of the way to put them on his desk. Food had been good but he was looking to talk more now. “I dunno... my crush never went away, I guess? I mean, it wasn’t super intense all the time but you were always pretty and made me nervous. I was about to lose it when she partnered us together because it was the closest I’d been to you for ages.” Y/N had no clue but he was feeling good knowing she was excited to be partnered with him as well. “I know that stuff between us has been... really fast. But I just wanted to say that I’m happy that it is.” He had to be brave for her. Tell her how he felt even if he was nervous. “I’m still nervous to tell you things or if I’m being too much but you know... I like being around you a lot. I like when we kiss... I um, I really enjoyed last night.”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to know that she was the reason he kept that lunchbox for so long. She was happy to make him happy, always, but now it was even more sentimental. She felt like they were likely meant to be if that was the case. Their feelings were mutual. His may be more intense, but she was accelerating at an alarmingly quick pace. 

“I do want you to tell me if anything is ever too much.” Y/N said honestly, laying down again in the bed and rubbing her stomach because she felt like she ate so damn much. She wanted him to come and cuddle again, laying her arm out so he could come and rest his head on her chest if he wanted to. “Cause I really do like what we do... I don’t think it’s too much, I wish we did more even if we could.” She blushed, “but all in its own time.” Y/N hoped he didn’t feel too intimidated by her. “This is all just as new for me as it is for you... I mean, I’ve done things, but not a lot of things... and of course I’ve never talked to anyone the way I talked to you last night..”

Harry Laid down beside her, feeling like he was in a dream. The best dream of his life and he never wanted to wake up from it. He was full of pizza and excitement and Y/N wanted to cuddle. It was incredibly crazy to him how quickly things have changed. 

“You don’t make me uncomfortable. I like doing new things with you— I may get nervous cause that’s a given. I only worry about your boundaries and pushing them too far.” He needed to be transparent with her. “It’s cause I worry about you being disappointed in me or like... deciding you don’t wanna do this stuff anymore. Which would be okay, it’s your decision. It just would be sad I guess. I dunno, I’m overthinking a lot. I’m just happy right now and I haven’t been for a while.”

“Don't you have to worry about that you know? I know you still will, you can’t really help that, but what kind of a person would I be if I immediately expected you to be good at sex if you’ve never had it before? I’m not going to be great either, I’m sure..” Y/N began gently carding through his hair, letting out a small chuckle. “The point is that we are doing it together cause we like and trust each other, not because we have some expectations... it will be fun and amazing regardless because it’s you and me and not for any other reason, yeah?” She said softly, cupping his cheek in a gentle caress. “Only way you could ever get me to not wanna do stuff with you is if you say something mean or do something even when I tell you not to.... and I don’t see you doing that.” She wanted to do her best to soothe his anxieties, she herself was anxious but more so excited about it because she knew it wouldn’t be bad in her eyes. “I’m happy that you’re happy, Harry... I am too.” She said with a smile, “just want you to know that there’s no pressure, don’t have to over think even if your mind does it anyway...”

Harry, for the first time, initiates a kiss. It was instinct now, leaning forward and catching her mouth with his. A long, soft kiss that felt so good to him. His hand went to the side of her neck to caress it gently, letting himself kiss her again. It was learning for both of them. This time it was Harry who deepened the kiss, getting a taste of her mouth again. Y/N was so kind to him in every way but she liked to be extra kind when it came to kisses and meeting his tongue with hers. They hadn’t properly made out yet, but these kisses made him want to. He shifted slightly so he could angle his face better, letting out a happy noise when she ran her hand through his hair a bit. Every aspect of this felt incredible. The way his other hand fell to her bare waist and he could feel goosebumps rise on it... his touch had done that to her.

Y/N let out a small moan at the feeling of his lips on hers. For the first time, he had leaned in and kissed her and the butterflies properly erupted in her stomach. She had kissed him before and it had been great, but something about him wanting to kiss and his hand on her neck got her going. She continued to let her hands run through his hair, knowing that was something he liked, but of course she nearly forgot that she was practically shirtless. The feeling of his warm hands on her skin caused goosebumps to form, her body naturally moving closer to his because she wanted more of his touch.She could tell that their conversation had helped boost his confidence. It was nice to see him be a bit bolder and touch her how he wanted, she was melting under his touch and she was positive he could tell. One of her legs went to tangle with his, again aching to be closer while her unoccupied hand gripped at his shirt.

Harry felt more free than he ever had. Y/N was giving him confidence and making him beyond happy by kissing him back with just as much passion. Her hands held his shirt in what seemingly was a way to get closer to him. When her leg went over his, his hand slid down to hold her hip instead of the waist. His hands were quite big and she had a small waist and beautiful thicker hips, he loved being able to freely touch. Y/N seemed to like the hand on her hip, Harry tightening it when she let out a little noise in her throat. His thumb ran over the velvety fabric, right near her hip bone. One of these days he would have the confidence to slip his hand into them. He pulled apart for a moment to tell her something. 

“This was all I wanted last night.” He sighed against her mouth. “I just really love doing this. Kissing. It’s amazing.” He hadn’t ever done it, and as much as Y/N loved the feeling of his hands on her bare skin, feeling him grip at her hips tightly sent her into quite the frenzy. He didn’t even know. Of course he was exploring and she was all for it, she would just have to make sure she was being vocal about what she liked, which was essentially everything. 

“Yeah?” She hummed against his lips, feeling how hungry he was for more of that incredible feeling. “Sure you didn’t want more than this last night?” Y/N mumbled against his lips with a small smirk. His words of course had suggested otherwise. “You’re really good at this...” She told him honestly, feeling like his mouth was more than perfect. He’d mastered how to touch her and how to kiss her rather quickly. Y/N let her hand slip under his shirt, her hand moving up his back to gently scratch at the warm skin. She really just wanted to feel him. Her hips were properly hooked over his, but she wasn’t quite at the right angle if she wanted to feel any type of friction. 

“I... maybe I did.” He said against her mouth. Something about her gave him confidence. He knew she wouldn’t laugh at him or make fun. She was enjoying this just as much as he was. “I wanted a lot of stuff, I think.” He shivered at her hands touching his bare skin. Fucks sake. She was getting bolder so he felt good with where this was going. He kind of wanted to pull her on top of him but didn’t know how to initiate that. “Can... can move anywhere you want, if it makes it easier.” He spoke softly, still chasing her mouth.

“Like what?” Y/N mumbled against his lips, taking his bottom lip between hers and tugging on it slightly just to see what reaction she’d get from him. She liked pushing the boundaries a little, knowing that if prompted he would deliver because he always did. It was then that she thought it would be best to give him that boost, to tell him that he could grab at her and pull her however he wanted her. “Put me where you want me.” She told him, knowing he was thinking the same thing she was. He wanted her in his lap and she wanted him to pull her into his lap.

From there they were golden, Y/N tugging at his shirt and asking him to pull it off. They hadn’t done this before, they’ve never gotten this far. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable with everything, ideally, she’d have his hands all over her while she ground down on him. Harry picked her up with ease to put her on his lap. It was intimidating a bit. Seeing all that beautiful woman in his lap, literally, but he was proud of himself for it. He had earned this. Earned her trust and affection. He felt nerves shoot through him when she tugged at his shirt but did it nonetheless. He wanted her to have what she wanted too. He was unsure what she would want to do from this point but he was on board with anything. His hands went to her thighs, gently feeling the warm skin against his hands as she pulled the shirt off of him and threw it to the ground. She wasn’t wearing much, and for that he was thankful. He got to see so much of her beautiful body.

Y/N loved that he was letting her do as she pleased, but also wanted more of his input. Hopefully, but by bit, she could inspire him to be more go with the flow. This was a natural thing after all, as long as he did what his body told him to do, she would love it. 

“Fuck me...” She breathed out, pulling back so she could finally see his body for what it was. Y/N knew he had tattoos, she knew he had tattoos on his arms but this? She was practically creaming her shorts already. His body was also sculpted in a way she certainly didn’t expect but was very happy with. “You’re so hot.. Harry..” She breathed, hands traveling down his front before leaning down. Y/N couldn’t help herself, she really couldn’t. She simply leaned down and licked up from his stomach to his chest and neck, moaning against his skin as he gripped at her thighs a bit tighter. “Daddy..” She whimpered, remembering how well he’d responded to that last night.

His mouth physically dropped. Holy fucking shit. It was a lot different than just hearing it over the phone— no. Having the world's prettiest girl lick your torso and whine a sexy name at you, it worked him easily up. 

“Oh, fuck sake.” He breathed, already knowing his cock was throbbing in his pants. Y/N was a tease but he knew she was thriving off of it. “God, you’re gonna kill me.” Last night had been amazing. She had been so vocal of her wants for him and now they were in bed, making those things happen. He knew she had laid in bed and played with herself, made herself cum, he could hear how wet she was over the phone. And now it was on top of him. “You’re so gorgeous. I... fuck, that feels good.” He whispered again when she licked over his neck. One hand cane to the back of her neck, steadily her as he felt the teeth nip at it and tongue come out to soothe it. Hearing him swear above her made her cunt throb, a pleased smile finding its way to her lips. 

“But you sound so good for me...” She hummed, nipping and licking at the skin where she wanted to leave a mark. “Can I mark you up?” Y/N asked softly, “just a little... want everyone to know you’ve got me loving on you.” Y/N loved how responsive he was, wanting more and more reactions so her actions followed suit. She pulled back from his neck, staring at him all breathless. Y/N licked over her swollen lips and began leaning in again, this time her hips started to rock against his. She could already feel how hard he was for her. “Want you to tell me how you want it, yeah?” Y/N spoke as she licked into his mouth, her hands moving to put his on her hips so that he could rock her hips at the speed he wanted. “I’m already so wet, fuck..”

“Yeah— yeah, can mark me. Go ahead.” He breathed. She wanted people to know. That was one of the hottest things ever. Y/N wanted people to know she was the one leaving marks and giving him all this attention- that she was the only one who got his. It pleases him. “I... fuck, that feels even better.” He could die a happy man because she was moving her hips on his cock, grinding herself into him. It was a dream of his and now it was coming true. “Wish I could have had this last night instead of your pillow.” He breathed, her hands making his hands go up to grab her waist, helping her move. It was so arousing to know she was so in need of him too. It was for both of them. “I get hard whenever... whenever I think about what you were saying to me. You made me get so dirty with you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at how innocent he was suddenly being in the way he was talking, she remembered how dirty he had gotten with her last night. He was saying all kinds of things she wasn’t expecting from him in that deep sexy and raspy voice but he seemed to be acting a bit shy. 

“Would have been so much better...” Y/N moaned, feeling herself get into a specific grove that hit the right spot. Her breath hitched and she let out a high pitched whine, moving her hips a bit faster to keep at it. It was still steady. “Love it when you talk dirty...” She whimpered, “‘so sexy.” Y/N nuzzled her face against his neck, her breathing picking up now that she was actively working her hips over his. “F-feels so good daddy...” She moaned, hoping to motivate him even more. He was shy, of course, but Y/N just wanted him to let loose. She wouldn’t judge him.

“Love when you call me that.” He admitted. Hearing it fall from her mouth was like heaven. He was feeling so good, lifting his hips up a bit to give her a better area to grind on. “Kept thinking about how wet you were... how I could hear it.” He whispered. Her face was in his neck, and his hands had a nice, tight grip on her hips. Helping her move her cunt up against him. It was tame for dirty talk but the more she was grinding, the more he felt his resolve melting away. “How does it feel?” He asked. “If you’re all wet... must be a little slippery in the panties.” He could only imagine how amazing it must feel to her too, if his own cock was throbbing against her. “It was so hot. Hearing you get like that. You make such pretty noises.”

Goosebumps prickled over her skin again as he whispered in her ear, feeling her stomach tighten even more. His voice was so raspy and low, it made her body shiver every time. He was so fucking powerful, if only he know what he was capable of. 

“Feels so so good...” Y/N whimpered, “so wet...” It was then that Y/N felt like she needed to at least offer, that way she could make this better for both of them. “Wanna see?” She asked, wanting to pull off her damn shirt and maybe even her panties so she could grind her wet cunt down over his sweats. It would feel so fucking good. “Can make more noises for you, Daddy..” Y/N told him, her voice going all high and baby like. She knew how to play it up, especially because he liked anime and her tits were practically right in his face.

“Yeah— yeah, I want to see. I want to.” He was excited. In his 18 years of life he had never been more certain of anything in his life. He let her stop for a moment to pull her shorts down, audibly groaning when he could see the wetness string a bit to her cunt as the panties were pulled off. His cock ached and jumped in his pants, Harry being bold and taking the panties from her. “Go ahead. You can go back to that... I just want to see these.” He whispered, his hand going back to her waist as he brought them to his face. Maybe he was a dirty fuck for it, but he took a large inhale of it. They smelled so fucking good. His hips jumped up against her, Harry keeping them close to his face as he thumbed the wetness on the crotch part of them. “I swear to fuck I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” He whispered. Y/N was going to kill him. “My god... your cunt smells so good. It’s so wet, you’re soaked through these.” He couldn’t believe it, feeling the arousal overtake his normal braid when he licked the fabric.

“Ah— fuck!” She gasped, his hips bucking up to meet hers. He felt so warm beneath her, hard and warm just a thin and damp grey material away from being bare. It was her turn for her jaw to drop, watching as he sniffed and licked over her wet panties. He looked so turned on, practically ravenous. Her pussy developed its own pulse, aching to be touched and licked over. She whined, sounding much like a puppy who was begging for food. Y/N wanted him. Wanted him to lick at her pussy, wanted to see him between her thighs with that look in his eyes. “Daddy...” She whimpered, practically bouncing over his cock.

Harry made a split second decision. Seeing her so needy, seeing her whine and whimper for him had him needing a taste. The Panties weren’t enough. He wanted it right from the source. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up, lifting her to sit right above his face. He got to see the tiny pink cunt up close, growling nearly when he could see how wet she was. She was glistening for him. So he pulled her down, tongue stuck out and licking hungrily at her pussy. It was all instinct but he needed it and with the way Y/N went wild, she needed it too. Hands gripped his hair hard, and he didn’t care. “Fuck my face.” He looked up at her. Y/N deserved this. He wanted her to grind and move all over his mouth. She certainly wasn’t expecting this but she had never been so turned on in her life. Y/N was throbbing for him, completely soaked and ready beyond belief. 

“Daddy! F-fuck—“ Her breath got stuck in her throat as he began licking into her hungrily, Y/N’s head fell back and she let out a throaty moan hands instantly going to his hair and the head board for stability. “Holy shit! Fuck!” She moaned, extenuating the u. 

Fuck my face. Y/N lost it. 

Her mind in a frenzy as her hips began to move before she could even process it, using his mouth for her personal pleasure. She loved grinding down against his cock but the feeling of his tongue sliding right over her clit was unmatched. Harry was like a man starved. He knew this moment on, he would be addicted to her pussy. Nothing else would do for him. Her taste, the way she went wild on him, he couldn’t want for anything else. He moaned loudly against her cunt, hands holding her hips and letting her use his tongue for her own pleasure. It was the amazing sweet taste and the way she smelled, the way she has also done everything to make him feel comfortable- he had to do this. He wanted to. His own personal needs had him begging. 

“Fuckkkk.” He groaned out when she had her thighs shaking on either side of his head. While he hadn’t done it before, he’d watched plenty of porn. He knew that when she had moved over again, her clit right on his tongue, that he should suck on it. So he did. Firmly, he pulled her clit into his mouth over and over and he could feel her losing it. Her curses and her grabbing at his hair, shaking legs- he loved it. He’d be addicted to doing this, to making her cum.

“Oh— uh.. aH... fuck!” Y/N couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut. Continuous noises streamed from her, feeling like she should stuff a sock in her mouth just to stop. She couldn’t help it though, she’d never felt this good before. No one had ever eaten her out before, her whole body was twitching and shaking above him. Like a mad woman her hips snapped over his mouth, searching for an orgasm that was quickly approaching. His grabbing hands and groans from beneath her were sending her over the edge, and just when she thought things couldn’t get any better he started sucking on her clit. “DADDY!” She screamed, “ooooh, fuck! Ahh!” Y/N was a mess. Her eyes were rolling back, mouth wide open for him as various whimpers and whines tumbled out. Her legs began to shake at her approaching orgasm, her hands searching for his so she could hold them while she came. She’d never, felt like this before.

Harry could see her searching so he gave her a hand, letting them grip his tightly as he continued on. Surely he would learn more about eating pussy but he was thriving right now. Truly. He never felt better than this moment. He groaned against her pussy and let his tongue roll over her clit as he licked all over again, catching the delicious arousal fueled slick before catching her swollen clit again and sucking. This time harder than before, feeling her humping his mouth like crazy as she held his hand. He wanted her to cum harder than she ever had and have it because of him. Her arousal and his actions to take care of her as her man should be doing.

Y/N saw stars.

Her orgasm ripped through her body causing her stomach to contract and her legs to shake. She couldn’t believe that he had been so quick to catch on bed sex wasn’t really all that difficult if you were turned on. Y/N’s moans continued to fill the room, whimpers leaving her as she slowed down and felt his tongue still brushing over her sensitive clit. She hissed and pulled off, moving back down so that she could give him a kiss. A proper kiss, a long, passionate and hungry kiss. Y/N was positive that she had made the right decision, that he was the one that she wanted and that everyone else was wrong about him. Y/N pulled back from his lips breathless, pushing hair away from his face and caressing his cheek. 

“That was so good...” She cooed, “thank you... fuck me...” She giggled and kissed him again, remembering he too was probably still rock hard. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll suck you off too..”

Harry hasn’t realized... how good that could be. How he could be addicted to pussy and her moans and the fact that even with it being his first time, he had successfully made her cum. Made her lose her mind on his tongue. He had done that, and it was a major ego boost. He responded eagerly again to her kisses, happy to feel her mouth against his. He didn’t want to stop. It was a high he was feeling now because of her. Y/N’s pleasure was a drug for him. He had his eyes wide open when she said she would suck him off, too. Would he really get his dick sucked tonight? By the girl of his dreams? He could have sworn he was in love. 

“Fuck— you will?” He whispered, looking at her wide eyed. “What the fuck did I do to deserve you? I don’t understand.” He panted, going back to kiss her harder at that. Of course his cock was aching and throbbing in his pants.

“Yes, daddy... gonna have your big cock in my mouth and it’s gonna feel so good.” She giggled, purposefully being as seductive as she could because he deserved it. Harry deserved to be treated like a king, Y/N surely would end up worshiping his cock. It didn’t matter to her how long he lasted as long as he came hard against her tongue, she’d be happy. She moved down to press kisses down his neck, kissing down his chest and his stomach, slowly moving down to where his sweatpants were already sitting low on his waist. Her ass in the air as she bent over. “Ready?” She cooed, looking up at him with a smirk as she moved down to press kisses on him over his sweats. “I made a proper mess on you, hmm? Let me get these off.” Y/N began to pull them down, making sure she was taking in all of his cues. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“God, yeah... ya did Y/N.” He whispered. He wasn’t going to stop her. He had been waiting for years for Y/N to touch him or even speak to him so this was a no brainer. She was kissing his cock through the fucking fabric. He could feel her hot breath and thought maybe he would die. “Not gonna last long but I just, fuck.” He hissed when his cock hit the cool air, followed up by a warm hand wrapping around it. No one else had ever touched him so it was a stark contrast to his own. Hers were small, soft, so warm. A bit slick, too, she had spit into her palm. “Oh fuck me... already feels good, baby.” He whispered, watching her stroke him slowly, right in front of her stunned face.

“That’s okay daddy, just want you to cum real good yeah? Down my throat, make me swallow it all.” Y/N smirked as she rubbed over his cock a few times. God he was huge. “Do you know just how big you are? Hmm? Had this hidden? No one even knows...” She practically moaned as she licked up from the base to the tip. He would never forget this. Y/N took him into her mouth with ease, maintaining eye contact and making sure she gave him a view as well as a good feeling. She sucked at his tip, making her focus on the part that was most sensitive and watched as he shuddered. He looked so good, mouth still slightly glistening from her cunt, hair disheveled and muscles contracted. “You’re so fucking hot..” Y/N moaned, licking at his balls a bit, “where do you like it? Hmm?” She asked, licking up anywhere she could before taking him back into her mouth and taking more of him than last time. Y/N would try and take him all the way down her throat if she could. He deserved it.

His hand came down and gently caressed her hair, stroking through it as she licked at him. Nothing was hotter. Nothing at all. He couldn’t even begin to wonder how he had been able to get this in his life but he had it and he was going to relish in every single moment. 

“Oh fuck- oh, baby, all of it. I love it all.” He felt like he was going into overdrive. She was looking at him with wide, sultry eyes and took his cock deeper into her mouth, causing his head to fall back. “Oh my god. Yes, yes, yes.” He was sensitive as fuck. “Been aching, since last night. Kissed me and made me hard and then- fuck, then you texted me that fucking video, called me... I’ve been going crazy.” He hissed, hands in her hair tightening. “Been hot all fucking day for you. Even in my damn library spot, got me worked up with kisses. Your mouth feels so good on my cock, I can’t...” He groaned when she rubbed her tongue against the slit. Y/N loved how sensitive he was, moaning a bit against his cock as he tightened his grip on her hair. She pulled off for a moment with a pop. 

“That’s so sexy, daddy... wanna make you cum so bad.” She moaned, licking a stripe up his shaft again, spitting on it and making a proper mess for him. “Cum for me...” She pleaded, moving her mouth over him again and properly going for it. Harry deserved a mind blowing orgasm, he had been thinking about it for a while and after hearing he’s had a crush on her for so long she wanted to make everything worth it. Y/N was working her ass off, putting on a show while also making sure he was getting the most quality blow job she’d given. She knew that men could always feel it when girls were enthusiastic, she wanted him to know she wanted and she wanted him back.

There was no way he could last. Of course, this was his first time getting any type of attention but then there was Y/N. The fact that she was something out of his wildest fantasies. She was wet and a little messy, the wet slick noises of him going deep in her mouth and her moans and obvious enjoyment of it all was what was sending him. Add on the fact that she slipped him in deep, he could feel her throat contract around him, he was gone for. 

“Fuck, shit, I’m gonna cum.” He hissed. It was fast but how could it not be when Y/N was acting like this, and then when she pulled back and stuck out her tongue, spit still strung and connected his cock to her lips. It pushed him over the edge. Obviously, he felt himself weak when he got to see his cum covering her tongue, taking over and stroking hard and fast as he hissed. Watching the liquid coat her tongue, her moaning and making a big show of swallowing it all. 

“I’m going to die. You’re going to kill me.”

Y/N was properly enjoying it too, smiling a bit once she had swallowed and licked up all of his cum. 

“Mmm no don’t die, daddy, haven't even fucked me yet.” She pouted, moving back up to kiss him softly. She had tucked him back into his boxers and found her place on his lap all over again, pressing sweet and soft kisses against his lips. The two of them were sweaty and properly fucked out. Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself, feeling really happy that she was able to share moments like this with Harry. “Was that good for you?” She asked softly, referencing their whole interaction. Her hand had reached up to stroke his hair back, smiling at his blushy cheeks. Harry was a dream to her. So sweet and soft yet so dominant in his own way. He was gentle but she knew once he got the hang of it and they became more comfortable she’d be done for. “Want to shower? Get all cleaned up? Feel bad, you got fresh sheets and all.”

“It was so good. Don’t worry about the sheets, I’ve got other sets.” He laughed incredulously. How could he give a single fuck about that when he had just eaten pussy and got his dick sucked? He was on a high. It only got better when he realized she was pulling him up to shower- she was coming with him. He didn’t want to say anything but she seemed happy to go into his bathroom with him, asking him how the shower worked as she stripped off her top. He cleared his throat and went to change it to hot, like how Y/N requested. So many firsts. He was going to shower with her. He was going to shower with Y/N and they’d touch and kiss probably and be cute and his stomach was full of butterflies. He turned around to throw his sweats into the hamper along with his tee shirt, less sweaty now as he relaxed and turned around to her. Now completely naked, Y/N was bare to him. Curves and messy hair and swollen lips, he didn’t think he had ever seen something so beautiful in his entire life.

Y/N giggled a little bit to herself as she watched Harry strip down completely. His bum was the cutest thing she’d ever seen in her whole life. She wanted nothing more than to squeeze it, give it little pats. She couldn’t help herself really. She was just smiling at it like a dork.

“You’ve got such a cute bum, baby.” She cooed, pulling her hair out of its bun. She set her scrunchie on his counter and turned her attention to him again, climbing into the shower once the water was hot enough. Y/N was thankful that it was relatively big, the two of them fit perfectly fine inside of it and even had extra room. Once they got under the water Y/N smiled, leaning up to kiss him just because she missed having his lips on her. “You’re so cute.” She hummed, pulling back and letting him reach down to get some of his shampoo. It was lime and coconut scented.

“I can’t lie... I’m a little nervous cause, you’re really the prettiest thing ever.” He said softly, lips buzzy after she kissed them it felt so good. Y/N was perfection in every single sense of the word. He was in a shower, naked, with the most gorgeous woman on the face of the world. “No, Y/N, I mean it.” She got a little shy and didn’t look right in his eyes as he massaged the shampoo into her hair, happy she was letting him do so. “You really are the most beautiful person. That was my immediate thought when I turned around... like, m’so lucky that you want to be with me like this at all. Letting me see you... like, fuck.” He whispered. “Almost doesn’t feel real in a way. I don’t know how to do this properly- whatever we’re going, I mean, but I like it a lot.” He took a deep sigh, taking a whole lot of effort to get past his mouth.

“What are you so nervous for?” She asked in a gentle voice, looking up at him as he shampooed her hair. “You’re perfectly adequate... dunno why you put me up so high, ‘s no goody baby.” Y/N told him, her arms moving to wrap around his waist. “I like you a whole lot..” She said softly, “like.. a whole whole lot.” Y/N didn’t know what else she could do to get it across to him that he was deserving of her. It made her sad to have to keep reminding him how great he was, she didn’t mind doing it... just just wanted him to be confident for his own sake. “You make me feel so special and I just wish I could do the same...” She said with a soft sigh, gently rubbing over his skin. “Like you a lot, Harry.. wouldn’t be doing any of this if I didn’t and I... I just want you to believe it.” Y/N wasn’t upset with either him or anything, but she couldn’t help but express her want. They’d just had such a lovely passionate and intimate moment, she wanted him to enjoy it and not be in his own head.

“You do. I, I feel so much more confident around you. It’s just hard to believe anyone would like me sometimes.” He whispered. Y/N didn’t get it completely yet but he was trying to fix it. Make it so they were both understanding and happy about it. “Like, I was bullied relentlessly yeah? I’m lucky I have supportive parents and solid friends but after years of it, it hurt me. So sometimes it’s hard to believe that good things happen when I was told so often I didn’t deserve them.” He stopped his movements for a second. “Already, you’ve helped me feel so happy. So much. I don’t feel like I should stop it anymore, you know? I like being happy and you make me feel like I deserve it.” He wasn’t sure if he was making sense. “I like you... more than a whole lot and the fact that my dream is coming true and you’re here with me is just... mind boggling. I was so confused at first. But I can see your friends don’t treat you the way you deserve either and I want to do that. I want you to feel like the most special and beautiful girl in the world, because you are.” He took the confidence now to lean down and kiss her nose and cheeks and then her wet lips. “I’m working on being more confident. It’s happening but... please, know I’m not ever doing anything when I’m nervous because of you. You make me happy.”

Y/N felt herself tear up a little bit at his sentiment. It really did break her heart to think that he’d been made to believe that he didn’t deserve to be happy and that’s why he was the way he was, but she would do everything in her power to help him get through it. She leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and getting up on her tiptoes and held him there. 

“You do make me feel like the most beautiful and special girl in the world, you know?” She said softly, “I’m so lucky...” Y/N breathed out, “so so fucking lucky.” She whispered and pressed another kiss to his lips before going to wash his hair. It would take time, she knew that, but she found it hard at times because she wanted nothing more than for him to feel the way she did whenever she was around him.

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Are You Kitten Me?

For shinkamiweek2020. Day 4: College

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25302205

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“Kaminari, you’ll never guess what,” Shinsou said, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Kaminari was laying on the bed on his front, phone in hand. He peered at Shinsou curiously over his shoulder. “What?”

Careful not to jostle his backpack too much, Shinsou sat on his bed across from his roommate, who was still looking at him expectantly. He unzipped the bag and a pair of round, yellow eyes blinked up at him. “Hey there, girl,” he whispered, gingerly lifting the cat out and putting her on his bed.

“What?” Shinsou looked up to see a gleeful look slowly spreading on Kaminari’s face. “You did not,” he breathed out, sitting up and leaning closer.

A corner of Shinsou’s mouth quirked up. “I did.”

“Oh my god. You brought a cat to our dorm.” He stared at the cat, who for the most part had gotten over Kaminari and was now craning her neck this way and that, surveying their room.

Shinsou extended a finger and she sniffed it briefly, before hopping off the bed. “It’s fine,” he said absently. “It’s not like anyone was there when I came in. Nobody saw my mysteriously wriggling backpack.” Shinsou had speedwalked all the way to their dorm room nonetheless, not too keen on taking chances.

“Can I pet her?” Kaminari asked suddenly.

Shinsou gestured offhandedly. “Go for it. She’s pretty friendly. She didn’t even try to scratch me when I found her.”

Kaminari scooped the cat off the floor and into his arms, cooing softly. Almost instantly, she melted into it, purring when he rubbed a finger on her head. “Found her where?”

“On the way back to campus,” Shinsou answered vaguely. He had spotted the cat sitting by a lamppost when he stepped out the convenience store nearby, blinking back at him. When she butted her head against his knee after he crouched down to pet her, that was it. There was just no way he was gonna leave her there.

“She’s surprisingly well kept for a stray,” Kaminari mused, running a hand over her black fur.

Shinsou hummed, dropping his bag to the floor next to his bed. “Maybe she just got lost recently.”

“You didn’t steal someone’s pet, did you?” Kaminari asked, eyebrows shooting up.

“She doesn’t have a collar,” Shinsou said defensively. Hang on. Don’t tell him the cat could’ve belonged to the nice old man who owned the convenience store. Oh, it’d be even worse if he actually saw Shinsou taking his cat.

The cat meowed loudly, effectively cutting off his train of thought. She squirmed out of Kaminari’s hold and started pacing around the room.

“Do you think she’s hungry?” Kaminari asked.

“Er.” Shinsou blinked. “Must be. You got any cat food on you by any chance?”

Kaminari gave him a weird look. “Dude, did you think this through at all?”

Well. That’s fair. Shinsou wouldn’t call himself an impulsive person, but apparently all that rationale goes out the window when faced with a pair of whiskers. He shrugged at Kaminari.

The cat let out a loud meow again, walking in a circle. Maybe they could give her one of Kaminari’s granola bars for now. She’d like that, right?

Before he could offer the suggestion, there was a knock on the door. Shinsou exchanged wide-eyed looks with Kaminari.

After a beat, Shinsou dove to grab the cat, but she yelped and skittered under the bed, narrowly escaping Kaminari’s hands as well.

The knock came again. “Kaminari? Is everything alright in there?” Iida.

“Everything’s fine!” Kaminari said. He kept shooting panicked glances at the door while moving up to give Shinsou space as he got on all fours and peered under the bed. The cat blended well in the dark space, but Shinsou could still see the wary glint in her eyes as she crouched in the corner.

Iida’s voice came again. “I thought I heard a cat in there.”

“No you didn’t,” Kaminari said, voice comically pitched. Shinsou almost threw a lamp at him. Instead, he settled for gesturing wildly at him to answer the door. Kaminari gestured something back, making faces at him. Shinsou crossed his arms and Kaminari groaned silently, muttering something under his breath before going to the door.

“Iida!” he greeted. The door was open just wide enough for him to pop his head out. From where he’s down next to the bed, Shinsou ran no risk of being seen. He ducked his head down to look at the cat again, if only to keep an eye on her so she doesn’t suddenly dash towards the door. He can’t get her out from under the bed without a guarantee that Iida won’t hear.

“Don’t worry about it. That was just me,” Kaminari said, gripping the door’s edge with the hand above his head. Most likely to keep blocking the view of their room.

Iida sounded skeptical. “That was you meowing?”

“Yup!” Kaminari gave a nervous laugh.

“Why?”

This seemed to catch Kaminari off guard. “I mean, you know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s like, nya.” He pawed the air.

Shinsou had to muffle his snicker.

“Oh, well, alright then.” Iida sounded like he didn’t know what to do with that information.

“Leave him be, Iida.” Was that Sero? How many people were out there? “Kaminari probably just likes that kind of thing.”

Kaminari nodded his head enthusiastically. “Yeah! Thanks, Sero— wait.” Shinsou couldn’t see his face, but he was willing to bet Kaminari was narrowing his eyes at his black-haired friend. “What do you mean by that?”

Sero snickered. “Is Shinsou in there with you?”

“What?” Kaminari’s voice had gone a pitch up again. “No, he’s not— hey!” He was now trying to shut the door, using both his hand and knee. “Stop it! He’s not here! He went out to buy some stuff a while ago.”

Sero laughed, giving up on trying to barge his way in. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’m sure he’ll be back soon.”

“Sero!” Iida chided. “If I’m thinking what you’re thinking, and what you’re thinking is correct, then we shouldn’t interrogate Kaminari like this! It’s plain rude.”

“You know what? I’ll see you guys later!” Kaminari shut the door with finality.

Shinsou had moved back to his bed after feeling the strong urge to sit down. He watched Kaminari drop on the bed across from him, the tips of his ears red. The silence stretched between them. “Well,” he said eventually, clearing his throat. “That took a turn for the worse.”

Shinsou bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Easy for you to say,” he said, huffing. He finally looked over at Shinsou and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You don’t have to deal with him on a daily basis.”

Shinsou swatted the hand away. Keeping his tone light, he said, “So you’re saying he does that on a daily basis?”

“I—“ Kaminari caught the look on his face and chucked a pillow at him. “Anyways!” he said, clapping his hand loudly. “So that was reason number one on why we can’t possibly keep her.”

Right on cue, the cat crept out from under the bed, peering up at them. Shinsou sighed, leaning back on his hands. “I know, but I figured we could keep her here until someone claims her.”

“Still a bad idea,” kaminari said in a sing-song voice.

“It’s an idea.” Shinsou picked up the cat and placed her back on his bed.

“Well, what if no one claims her?”

Shinsou thought this over. “I could always bring her to my dad. There’s no way he’d refuse.” Aizawa’s brought home his fair share of felines after all. Hizashi should be pretty used to it by now too.

Kaminari hummed, settling on his back. “We should probably give her a name,” he said after a while. “If she’s gonna be staying here for a bit, I can’t just keep calling her ‘Cat’.”

“It’s not the worse name.” At kaminari’s raised eyebrow, Shinsou added, “It’s definitely accurate. We won’t be mistaking her for something else.” Kaminari gave a snort at that, and Shinsou continued petting the cat. “Anything in mind?”

“How ‘bout Muffin?”

“Muffin?” Shinsou said incredulously. The cat glanced at Kaminari briefly, before going back to inspecting the bed sheet.

“Hmm, Belle?”

“Can’t we pick a name that would actually suit her?”

“Yeah?” Kaminari propped himself up on his elbow, a lazy grin on his face. “What would you name her then? Ebony? Eclipse? Moon Shadow?”

“Oh, fuck off—"

[breadoffoxy]

Prompt: “Wait, did you spike the eggnog?”

Day: 8/31

Pairing: Hoseok x n. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: language and alcohol use

Word Count: 1,694

A/N: Thank you @yoongs-jeontae​ for requesting this prompt. I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope you like it! 

The Christmas part was a little bigger than you expected it to be. It was close friends but they could bring a plus one. You weren’t expecting it but nearly everyone brought a plus one. A few brought a plus two thinking no one would notice, but here you are in the back of the kitchen hiding out with Yoongi next to the eggnog to escape the noisy party goers. You did your socializing earlier in the night, but now you needed to recharge. Plus, Yoongi is the best drinking buddy around.

“Guuuuyyyyyysss!!” A loud voice full of energy that you recognize too well bellows in the kitchen. The sound of it is one of your favorite things, as long as it wasn’t screaming your ears off. Still, it is no matter as you are and forever will be whipped for the man who has his head peeking in the kitchen door before bounding in. If this was a cartoon there would be rainbows and sparkles shooting everywhere.

Instantly, your eyes light up and you absentmindedly fix a wild strand of your hair, making the man beside you scoff at how deep you are for your mutual friend. Yoongi grunts when you elbow him not so discreetly, but luckily for you Hoseok says nothing about it.

“Having fun Hobi?” Giggling, you lean forward to watch him approach the eggnog stand.

“Guys.” Hoseok repeats, looking at you intently. “Have you tried,” he pours himself a large glass of the beverage, “this amazing beverage.”

Yoongi snorts again, amusedly watching his friend, and holds his drink up to show that, yes, he indeed has, “You mean the eggnog?”

“Yes,” Hoseok thrusts his arm forward, the one holding the eggnog, and the drink sloshes over the edge of the cup. “the eggnog.”

“I didn’t know you were such a big fan of eggnog?” You tilt your head as your hyper friend greedily drinks said beverage.

Satisfyingly, Hoseok sighs and pours himself another cup. “I didn’t either, but this stuff is so good.”

“Probably because of the little special something something I added in.” Yoongi grins, taking another sip of his drink.

Hoseok mouths the words ‘something something’ as if it held the mysteries of the universe if only he knew what it was.

“Amen to that. I wouldn’t be able to survive this party without it.” You grin, holding up your drink and Yoongi clinks his cup against yours.

It was quite clear when all the gears clicked in Hoseok’s head what the secret ingredient is. His eyes grow wide in panic, and he spits out the remaining eggnog in his mouth making Yoongi and you yell in panic.

“Gross, dude what the hell?” Yoongi grumbles. He’s curled up on his chair almost like an angry cat.

“Wait.” Hoseok is looking at the both of you intently. “Did you spike the eggnog?”

“Yeah…” You tilt your head at him with a frown. “You didn’t know?”

Yoongi and you couldn’t help look at him as if he were crazy because Yoongi’s hand may have slipped a lot. How could he not know there was alcohol in there? The thought befuddled and concerned you greatly.

Hoseok stumbles and sits down in a chair next to yours. “Well, shit.”

“I think he’s feeling it now.” You state obviously.

“Thanks Captain Obvious.” Yoongi grumbles. You glare at the man. He knows all too well you always say the obvious when you are tipsy. “Keep an eye on him, and I’ll get him some water.”

Nodding your head, you turn towards Hoseok, the bright and sunny man slowly turning into a blank slate. “You ok? I never seen you drink before?”

His words are slow as if he has to think hard for each one to form in his head. “That’s because I never do…well I do, but…I’m not good with it?”

“Don’t worry,” you grin, “I’ll take care of you.”

Hoseok smiles at you fondly, “Thanks, y/n.”

“Here you go buddy.” A cup of water appears in front of Hoseok, but Yoongi doesn’t sit back down beside you. “Are you good taking care of him?”

“Why?” You really don’t want to be left alone with your crush while you are tipsy and he is drunk. Yoongi looks away at you as you try to communicate this all with your eyes.

“Namjoon got this new sound equipment…” And you lost your backup. Nodding your head, Yoongi grins at you and nearly runs off. Only music could make him move that fast.

You notice Hoseok chugging the water quickly beside you and you rush to stop him. Putting your arm on his, you force his arm down. “Easy there Hobi. You don’t want to go too fast.”

The look Hoseok gives you makes you want to laugh in his face but also hug him and take him to bed…to sleep of course! The look on his face isn’t sexy at all. It’s a blank slate, and you wonder how much of him is there.

Cooing, you rub his back, taking care of him the rest of the night. Whenever people come up to talk to the two of you, he just stares at them blankly and nods. You have to shoo some of your friends away so they don’t take advantage of his state, telling him ridiculous things.

“Jimin, what if he remembers you sat on his bed without showering after working out. You know he hates that.” You grumble at your laughing friend, confessing when he knows Hoseok won’t remember.

“Look at him y/n.” You don’t, keeping your glare on Jimin. “He’s not going to remember a thing.”

Once you get Jimin to leave, you think about his words. Maybe it is time for you to get some things off your chest. Maybe confessing will make things easier for you. Looking at Hoseok, you open your mouth before closing it and hitting your head back against the wall. It’s still freaking hard.

A warm weight falls on your shoulder, making you stiffen. Slowly, you turn your head to see Hoseok’s head resting on you. You swallow and then relax, hoping to be comfortable for him. Now seems like the perfect chance.

Taking another swig of eggnog, you call out, “Hobi?”

“Hmmm.” That’s the only response you get from him as he snuggles further into you.

“You probably aren’t going to remember this, sorry…so I guess I’ll confess something to you too. Is that ok?”

The only response you get is a dull “Mmmhmm.”

You rest your head on top of his and whisper, “I like you, Jung Hoseok. A lot.”

This time you don’t even get a reply to your words, making your heart drop. This was supposed to help you, but telling him when all the output he can muster is to stay awake with a blank face wasn’t a good idea. You wanted an answer, some sort of confirmation, anything.

Sighing sadly, you blink away the tears and lift your head up from his. The next time you see Jimin enter the kitchen you wave him down, telling him he should get Hoseok home. You leave soon after, calling an uber, and heading home alone. It takes a long time for you to go to sleep.

It isn’t until midafternoon the next day that you get a call. Looking at the screen, you hesitate seeing Hoseok’s name. You never hesitated before.

Stop being so ridiculous. With a huff you pick up your phone and answer, “Hey Hobi, what’s up?”

“Morning.” Hoseok’s voice is deep and gruff as if he just got out of bed. It does something terribly beautiful to your insides.

“You mean good afternoon.” You correct.

“Yeah, that.” There’s a pause on the line before he continues, “So about last night…”

The way he trails off so uncertain makes you speak up after the silence drags on. “Sorry about the eggnog. I had no idea that you didn’t know. You really are bad with alcohol.”

“Ugh, it is the worst. You think I would pick up tolerance to it after a while.” He groans.

“Nope, apparently not.” You chuckle, and then the silence continues.

Hoseok’s next words come out in a rush, “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe grab some coffee, or brunch? Shit, it’s too late for that now isn’t it?”

Laughing, you say, “It’s never too late for those things.”

“Great, it’s a date.” You freeze at his words, and he continues on. “I’ll come pick you up, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah…sure, that’s fine.” Your words come out in a stupor, the word ‘date’ still tripping you up. “Uh, just text me when you are on your way, I guess?”

“Great!” Hoseok, clears his through after the surprisingly loud exclamation. “That’s great. I’ll just have to do my…mourning routine,” the both of you chuckle, “and kill Jimin, but I’ll be ready after that.”

“Woah, hold on. Why do you have to kill Jimin?” Sure, Jimin is a brat at times, but murder?

Hoseok laughs as if he is privy to a joke that you are not. “Don’t you remember y/n? Last night…or I guess two nights before, he sat in my bed after working out. You know I can’t stand that.”

Hearing those words, you almost accidentally drop your phone in shock. “How…how much do you remember about last night?”

“Hmm, its pretty foggy but I remember a lot of things…I think.” He chuckles at the end before his tone turns serious. “That’s fine, right? For me to remember what you said.”

You close your eyes and sigh. “If you like those things I said, then yes, but if you don’t…can you please forget them?”

“Guess I’m never forgetting them then.” He says softly. You would say something but you are doing your best not to scream, cry, or do anything embarrassing. “So, I’ll see you on the date then?”

Nodding your head, you realize he can’t see you after a moment and stutter out, “Y-yes, I’ll see you then...on the date.”

You hang up from the call before you can hear his laughter to go run into your bedroom and scream into a pillow.

[thinkaboutmeff7au]

flash time 101

1995.

Knock knock. I put an old receipt in my book to mark it and get up. I’m hoping it’s just one of the neighbors asking for a cup of sugar. Wouldn’t that be great? Wouldn’t that be…

I open the door. It’s Gen, because of course it is.

“Angeal!” he says, too loud and too high pitched. He’s giddy, weaving on his feet, and he gives me a huge hug that wanes in strength instantly. “Dude, I can’t believe…you’re still awake? I thought you’d be sleeping!”

I yank him out of the hallway. I want to leave him out there, but something tells me he’ll start crying if I do. Just a hunch. He’s very stoned. “It’s 8:30,” I tell him.

“Huh? I thought…wasn’t it like, ten or something?”

“No.”

He staggers away from me to balance himself as I shut the door. Then, he starts bouncing on his toes and shaking his hands as if they’re covered in water. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” I ask, mesmerized.

He whips his head over to me, beams, and then starts giggling uncontrollably. He has to hold his face in his hands, covering it. It takes a second, but when he finally comes out of it, his eyes are wild. “Hah!” he barks. “I got a new strain the other day. I’m finally trying…trying it out. Holy shit! I feel AWESOME.”

He bounces up and down again before hurling himself on my couch, staring up at the ceiling. He pauses, blinking rapidly. Dizzy, I assume. Suddenly, I wish I were tucked into bed, safely asleep. But, it’s probably better that I’m up and can take care of him if his mood goes the other way. Despite how exhausting this is, and how much my SOLDIER tutor instinct is bubbling up…this is kind of funny to watch.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” he mutters. “I can like…see things.”

There is one question that begs to be answered. “Surprised you aren’t at Seph’s,” I remark.

“Huh? Oh shit. Yeah, he’s working. Working.” Gen traces invisible marks above his head with a limp hand. “Besides, I wanted…wanted to try…try-ha ha hiiiiiiigh...”

There he goes. He starts laughing again and rolls on the couch so he’s on his stomach, kicking his feet and laughing. “Fuck! Aaaaah…”

“You don’t think you had too much?” I ask, crossing my arms.

“Swear to God! I’m just…aaah, I had one of those cafeteria chicken ceasar salads for dinner…so like, like, it’s hitting me different, different…mmmm.” His words sound like they don’t have any spaces between them. When he sits up, his hair is a wild mess, and he takes a long time to snake his hand through his hair. “Do you have any fuckin’…anything? Food? Salt? Crunch runch runch…”

He gnashes his teeth, then covers his face again. “Oh fuck, I am totally insane.”

I’m entranced by this…whatever this is. “Yeah, you are.”

His head dips while he’s still holding it, and so I go to the kitchen. No, I don’t keep stoner snacks for these rare occasions he comes to bother me, so he’s just getting a box of saltines. Okay, I get out the peanut butter too. That should satiate him. He starts yelling to me from the other room. “No, no like, so I wanted to get…ha ha fucking stupid trying this shit, I wanted to know the worst it could get. I wanted to! Okay! So like…the real reason is…is…is…”

I place the snacks on the table in front of him. I’m tempted to get the mat from the front door and put it in front of him so he doesn’t make a mess. Too many times I had to clean up after him at my mom’s place.

Genesis finds his sentence again, and peaks at me through his fingers. “I want Seph to try it.”

“Okay,” I say. More than ever, I feel like a rock, and he’s a roaring ocean, crashing with angry waves. Slowly, slowly wearing me down.

“Like! This shit makes me so chatty…words…saying…feels good,” he continues, dragging his hands down his face. He realizes I’ve brought him food. “Fuck, thanks.”

“Yup.”

“Okay, okay, so yeah, Seph’s all like…he’s got all the right ways to be high, but I want him to talk more. I want to know him more. Okay. Like…” He picks up the peanut butter and holds it as if he’s Hamlet holding a skull on stage. “More than. Carnally.”

I bite my lip. “Sure.”

“Seph doesn’t know how to have friends, all right?” he says. He peels off the lid of the peanut butter with so much force that it flies across the room and hits the TV. I should turn it onto something just so he can zone out to it later and maybe I can get some sleep. “Fuck, he even thinks all the queer shit we do is like…what friends do. Isn’t that so fucking stupid?”

I raise an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

“Well, he hasn’t…hasn’t said shit about it. Like, he doesn’t talk about anything. Let alone if we’re not stoned.”

“Right.”

I had given him a spoon, and it turns out to be the right choice as he attacks the peanut butter directly. He can’t talk while he’s eating it, but he does have some kind of experience, falling back against the couch with the jar against his chest. Good for him.

Although, I seriously wonder if what Gen said is right even in the slightest. I know they have sex. Believe me, I know. But I’ve also been with Sephiroth alone more than Gen realizes, and I think the man knows what a friendship is. There was a period of time when Gen was irritated with him for making first, and he came to me for advice. He thanked me for it, and I told him “that’s what friends are for.” His reply was something like “so they say”, but I saw the realization before it, and the small smile afterwards.

So, I think Gen’s claim is off. He just wants to believe he’s getting away with something.

“This shit’s so good,” he croaks. “I’m so thirsty though…”

Right. I go back and rummage through my cupboards for a certain mug—yeah, the company issued one with a handle and a lid. I fill it up and gingerly set it on the table in front of him. He tosses the peanut butter and spoon back on the table in place for the water, and I swear to God he downs the whole thing. His throat clicks and he makes a loud “aaaah” sound after he drinks it. He sits there for a second, and I decide to go back to my book. I’m sure he’ll entertain himself somehow.

I’m about a couple pages in when I hear him stir. “Oh, your plants, Ange, your plants…”

He gets up and walks to the windowsill, then drops to his knees and starts petting the leaves of my marigolds. They aren’t quite in bloom yet, but I’m hoping once they do, it’ll be some nice, cheery color. The rest are mostly herbs: oregano and thyme. Gen giggles. “They’re growing up so nice…”

I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? I think they need more sun.”

“They’ll get it.” He’s cooing as if he’s talking to a newborn. “The sun rises on this side, right? So like…they get…light. Light in the morning. You guys are flowers, aren’t you…”

I keep an ear on him as I read.

“Sometimes…I wish I were a plant. I could just stay still…”

He pauses for too long.

“…forever. Just like…my feet would be the roots…and like…whoa…”

He weaves on his knees. “Soft leaves, soft...” He starts to sing, somewhat gently. “In the breeze of a dream to have greens such as this, it’s so wonderful…” It dissolves into humming.

I think the last time I saw him when he was this delirious, he wasn’t in a good place. He kept rambling on about how we’re all forsaken, that he’s just waiting to rot away, and that he didn’t know what good it was to keep himself alive. I thought for sure he was going to break a window. I wish I knew what kind of bullshit he took that time, so I could tell him not to do it again. Although, he probably knows it and keeps it off his list. Even when he gets fatalistic, he’s not stupid.

“Baby, baby plants, baby leaves…” he hums.

I prefer him when he’s silly like this, even when it gets on my nerves. It’s much better than the alternative.

He keeps babbling to the plants under his breath. I turn the TV on low and I read for another hour. It’s almost peaceful, this. It’s so nice when he gets stoned and isn’t all over me.

Eventually, drowsiness hits me. I yawn and mark my book.

“Listen, bud, I’m gonna have to kick you out,” I sigh. “Please don’t call in tomorrow.”

“Whaaaat?” he whines. I never knew his voice could go so high. “But Angeaaaaaal, I was just telling them how the hero is a metaphor for the journey that he takes…”

He gestures to the plants, who have been a patient audience to his ramblings.

“Yeah, that doesn’t make any sense,” I say. “I’m not gonna carry you back downstairs, so find your way home or sleep on the couch.”

He crawls over to me and hugs my legs. “C’mon, c’mon…I can fit in that shitty twin…lemme stay…”

Uh-huh, here we go. I drag him off the ground by his shirt collar and he still clings to me, inhaling deep in my chest. “Mm, you smell soooo good, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m…lemme…lemme heh hee hee…I’m gonna take you home tonight…”

“Sure,” I mutter.

It takes some effort, but I manage to pry him off my chest and ease him down on the couch. He hugs himself and rolls on it, giggling and sighing. Dear God. The worst part is I can guess what he’s thinking about, given how tightly he hugged me. Sephiroth may be his new obsession, but I was his first one. Some might say it’s weird to know that your best friend is also madly in love with you, emotionally and…”carnally”, as he put it earlier. Christ, I hope he doesn’t try to jerk off on my couch.

No, he hums and rubs against the cushions like a cat, eyes closed. I should be able to sneak off.

And I do.

…the next morning, I wake up to him curled up at the edge of my bed in a tight ball, snoring softly…

(A.H.)

[hornsbeforehalos]

Waste Love: Part Seventeen

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff A/N: Sorry this took forever! Thank you for everyone who still reads this little adventure of mine. Smut warning for this chaptre as a gift for your patience :) this is barely edited, so please forgive any mishaps you see. 

Tiffany groaned, her head pounding in rhythm with her heart beat as her eyes fluttered open. She clutched her skull between her palms as she winced, rolling over to her side to see Colson’s peaceful face beside her, the man still dead to the world. She looked around the room, noting that she was not in her parent’s house like she’d expected, but instead what was obviously a hotel room. Liquor and beer bottles littered the space, the smell of spilled liquids making her stomach turn as she forced herself to sit up. 

“The fuck happened?” She murmured to herself, running a hand through her tangled mess of hair with another wince before standing and making her way to the bathroom. 

After using the restroom and swallowing a packet of Advil found on the counter, Tiffany returned to the room to sit on the edge of the bed. She was trying to piece together the previous evening when she heard Colson groan behind her, her head turning to see him rubbing both of his hands over his face as he tried to wake himself up. 

“Come lay down, Tiff,” He croaked, his voice tired and hoarse from sleep as he rolled over to his side and nuzzled back down into the pillow, his eyes closing again. 

“Where the fuck are we?” Tiffany rasped, her brows furrowing was she took in the state of the room they occupied. Besides the bottles everywhere, there were numerous champagne glasses adorning the coffee table beside the small couch, as well as what appeared to be rose petals scattered throughout the spaces. 

A deep sigh came from behind her, Colson’s lids opening again as she turned her head to look at him. He chuckled slightly before shaking his head, looking up to the ceiling as he scrubbed his face again with a grunt of frustration. “You don’t remember shit, do you?” 

Tiffany whimpered at the expression displayed across his face, the smug grin concerning her greatly. 

Colson raised himself up and wrapped a lanky arm around her torso, pulling her backwards and forcing her to lay down beside him. He propped himself up on his elbow as he hovered over her, beaming smile breaking across his lips as he looked down at her. 

“Colson…” she warned, her brow furrowing as her jaw ticked, “where are we?”

“Okay, so, it was your idea,” He started, dimples pressing hard against his cheeks as he tried to contain an onslaught of laughter. A giggle bubbles out of him at her obvious annoyance, the man sucking in a composing breathe before finishing with, “We’re in Vegas.”

“Vegas.” Tiffany repeated, surprisingly calm as her eyes roamed from Colson’s blue gaze to the ceiling, the word resounding in her head as she mulled over what that meant. 

“Vegas.” Colson confirmed, watching her expression intently as he waited for the pieces to click together. 

Still not understanding, Tiffany’s gaze returned to him as she waited for further explanation. 

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled his left hand out from under the blanket, the simple platinum band adorning his finger glinting in the sunlight shooting through a spot in the curtain. Tiffany’s eyes instantly widened in horror, her fingers snapping out to grab his hand and bring it closer to her face for further inspection. 

“No!” She gasped, her wide eyes shifting quickly between Colson’s hand and his face. A chuckle breathed passed his lips as he watched her face go through a range of expressions in an incredibly short period of time before her eyes finally settled on the pretty ring adorning her own finger, “No!”

“Yup.” Colson simply replied, popping the p for dramatics as a bright smile took over his face again, his teeth showing in that famous signature smile of his. 

Leaping from the bed, Tiffany let out a huff of disbelief before gripping the roots of her hair between her fingers with a growl.

“You… you… you fuckin’ tricked me! What did you do?” She screeched, crawling back over the bed to him and hammering her fist into his chest as he laughed at her, “This isnt fucking funny, Colson!”

A sudden pounding at the door distracted Tiffany from her assault, the sound of her brothers laughter filtering through the barrier. Tiffany pointed a sharp fingernail in his direction before snarling, “I’m going to fucking stab you.”

Tiffany lurched the door open to meet her brother’s smiling face, the sight instantly pissing her off more as she pulled him into the room by the front of his shirt. Slamming the door forcefully, she rounded on him and spat, “This isn’t fucking funny.”

“I find it hilarious you don’t find it funny when it was your idea.” Rook replied smugly, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he looked to Colson still laying in the bed, “what was it that she said?”

“’Oh, Kels, please, please, let’s just go do it tonight!’” Colson replied in a mocking, high pitched voice, instantly covering his face with the blanket to dodge a pillow being thrown by her. 

“Wha- What was it? Oh yeah, ‘I wanna be Misses Machine Gun Kelly!’” Rook added, snickering while dodging his own assault from his sister. 

“Fuck you both! Assholes!” She spat, stomping her feet, “I can’t believe this shit!”

“Check your instagram, dude. You snapchatted the entire thing.” JP chortled, tossing her phone towards her. She instantly snatched it up and went through her notifications, a guttural growl leaving her chest before she chunked the phone into the wall. 

“Leave, Johnny.” She hissed lowly, her eyes shooting venomous daggers into her brothers skin. JP saw the seriousness in his sisters face and nodded his head submissively before making his way to the door. 

Tiffany double checked the lock after it was shut before crumpling against the wood and sinking to the floor. A sob ripped its way out of her throat unexpectedly, and she couldn’t stop herself from picking up the nearest empty bottle beside her and hurling it at the wall in the same place her phone landed. The glass exploded easily against the dry wall as another gasp croaked out of Tiffany’s choking body. 

Colson was in front of her suddenly, “Babygirl.”

“This...isn’t…how…” Tiffany bawled, her breath hiccuping as she fought against the words, “I didn’t… not like this.”

“Baby, its okay. Calm down.” Colson tried, guilt filling him as he held his wife’s face between his hands. He knew she’d be pissed but didn’t expect this. “We can get an annulment if you want. We can...”

“Wha-What?” Tiffany stuttered, confusion embracing her features. “That’s not…”

Tiffany pushed Colson's hands away, shaking her head in contest as she tried to catch her breath, “That’s not why…”

“What then, Tiff?” Colson tried, wincing as tears began to choke him, “I’m sorry...I…”

“I don’t remember any of it.” Tiffany finally got out, her lip poking out in a pout as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, “I married you and I don’t even remember my own wedding…”

“Oh, babe…” Colson signed, relief rampaging through him as he realized what she meant. He couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbles out as he wrapped his arms around her and said, ”We can do it again if you want. A real one, without your brother being the flower girl.”

“Casie is supposed to be the flower girl!” Tiffany sobbed again, gripping Colson’s arms and burying her face into his chest. He held her while she cried, his fingertips trailing over her arms as he shushed her. 

“Baby, come on. It’s okay. I’m sorry, alright?”

“I don’t even remember my own wedding night!” She huffed, pulling away from him to wipe her eyes, “What the fuck?”

“Would you like a replay?” Colson grinned, cupping her jaw with his hands before pulling her into a kiss. Tiffany couldn’t help but grin into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck as he parted her mouth with his tongue. 

Colson pulled her from the floor and led her back to bed, pulling her clothes off of her as he went. His own boxers were quickly she’d as he covered her body with his lean frame, the muscles in his arms rolling as he held himself above her.

“You’re my wife, you know that?” Colson rasped, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine as she rolled her hips up into him, his heavy cock slipping through the wetness that had gathered at his words. 

“Mmm, I like that.” She cooed, smiling up at him as her hands ran down his back, “Misses Baker.” 

“Mmm,” he grinned, lips finding her neck and leaving bite marks in their wake as he trailed them down her collar bone, “Misses Baker.” 

Colson continued a path with his mouth, lavishing her breasts and stomach with wet, hot kisses and licks before settling between her thighs. 

“Pretty little pussy,” he whispered as he peeled her lips back with his index finger and thumb while his other hand massaged her thigh, “God damn.”

Stars erupted quickly behind her eyelids at the feeling of his tongue pressing against her clit, a loud, wanton moan projecting out of her. Her chest heaved as she came instantly, new wetness flooding Colson’s mouth and running down his scruffy chin. 

“Mmm,” he moaned at the taste of her, continuing his work as he held her hips firmly to the mattress while she writhed against his face. 

“Cols,” Tiffany whimpered, her body vibrating as she let another orgasm take over her. Her legs clamped down over Colsons shoulders as her fingers tangled in his hair, her nails scratching into his scalp and earning her a groan from the man devouring her. “Please.”

“What do you need, wife?” Colson asked when he finally pulled away from her, an innocently wicked glint shining in the blue orbs looking up at her, “You need Daddy’s cock?” 

Another whimper was the only response Tiffany could manage as she reeled him up her body by his hair, attaching her mouth to his and instantly moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. Colson pulled away again before hoisting her legs up around his waist, his cock gripped firmly in one hand while the other spread her glistening lips apart once more. He rubbed the leaking head of his dick against her clit, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he teased not only her, but himself as well. His eyes roamed her lithe frame and he almost choked, not believing that the woman beneath him was finally his wife. 

“Stop teasing,” Tiffany whined, her own plump bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pinched her nipples and undulated again, “I wanna fuck my husband.”

Growling at her words, Colson pushed against her entrance, her pliable body accepting him easily, as if he belonged there. Which he did. 

“Fuck, Tiff,” Colson grunted, his voice shaky. His skin instantly tingled with the feeling of natural ecstasy rolling through him and his fingertips bit into the flesh of her thigh as he steeled himself, “Pussy too damn good.”

“Daddy, please.” She mewled desperately, rolling her hips with a moan, “I need you.”

“Fuck, babe. I’m tryna not cum here.” Colson huffed, shaking his head as he smirked at her, his cock pulsing against her tight walls, “Gimme a minute.”

Tiffany whimpered again in frustration before snaking her hand between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit and working it expertly, “Colson.”

The feeling of him stretching her open was all Tiffany really needed the moment her finger tip touched the swollen bundle of nerves. She constricted around him while she came, ripping a deep, low growl from Colson as he watched her fall apart around him. 

“Shit,” Colson breathed, not able to hold himself back any more as he leaned forward, folding her in half essentially, before pounding his hips into hers roughly. 

“Fuck, yes!” Tiffany cried, her vision blurred as he split her open, “so good!”

“Yeah? Daddy feel good?” He grunted while snapping his hips again, his cock dragging through her the way she loved, “You love it?”

“Ye-ye-yesss…” She keened in reply, her back arching and nipples rubbing against his chest, “please- don’t- stop!” 

“You gon’ cum again for me, wife? Gonna cum for your husband?” He breathed, cerulean irises boring into her face, “Come on, baby, I feel you.”

As if on command, the coil burst again and Tiffany clamped down around him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders and drawing blood. Colson growler at the pain and lifted himself off of her, earning a frustrated noise from his wife before he flipped her to her stomach.

“You're gonna need this” Colson said as he shoved a pillow into her face, “hang on tight, babe.”

Tiffany was thankful for the pillow as she used it to muffle her screams that soon followed, Colson’s cock hitting a deepness inside of her that made the world seem to stand still. She could tell he was close when his strokes became longer, impossibly deeper, and his grunts became louder. She moved the pillow away from her face and gasped for breath, turning her head to watch him from over her shoulder.

“Come for me, baby.” She moaned, eyes rolling back into her head, “please Daddy.”

“Yeah? Where you want my nut?” He huffed,grinding his hips into hers, “Wanna feel me? Or can Daddy come on your face?” 

“Mhmmm,” Tiffany answered, adjusting her knees so she could buck back into him, “Gimme.” 

“Fuck yeah,” Colson gasped, leaning forward to grip her purple tangles, “Come here, lil’ whore.” 

He pulled out of her and fisted himself with his free hand, tugging her off the bed and standing while she kneeled before him. He stared down at her with his mouth slightly agape as he stroked himself, struggling to keep his eyes open at the sight of her licking her lips and parting them, waiting for her prize.

“Holy fuck,” he finally spat, his body tensing as a long stream of cum painted her face, more splattering all over her lips and neck and chest as he erupted. He gasped and yelped when she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking the remains out of him as she looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. 

The slight of her with his cock in her mouth and cum covering her face had another orgasm rolling through him before he even knew what was happening. He collapsed onto his knees in front of her, his chest heaving as the aftershocks rolled through him.

“Holy fuck,” Colson repeated, his voice still shaky, “That was…holy fuck.”

“Mmhmm.” She replied, wiping her face off with a discarded shirt laying nearby.

“God damn I’m glad I married you.” Colson huffed, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

“Hope you’re not too tired, husband.” Tiffany purred once they separated, a devious sparkle in her hazel eyes as she licked her lips, “it is our honeymoon, you know.”

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You’re Not Broken, Just Lost. (And I’ll Lead You Home) Chapter 1

Peter Parker has a problem. He knows that if he screws his boyfriend, he will do everything in his power to screw his boyfriend’s dad as well. And if he’s not focused on that, he’s letting any guy that asks fuck him. -- So when a new student named Harley Keener transfers to his school, Peter tries to stay away at all costs. Because he really likes Harley. And if they get too close, Peter will ruin everything by trying to sleep with his dad. - Simultaneously, Peter's career as Spider-Man is just starting to take off, thanks to the billionaire Tony Stark. And even though this started out as a simple favor, Peter is starting to get attached to the older man.

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Peter Parker knew that he enjoyed sex from a very young age. He could never really pinpoint an exact time, but he knew it started with his masturbating habit. The little boy would find himself rubbing against things as a child. From the pillow on his bed, to the banister he had slid down to get to the ground floor faster. He was alone for all of this, and didn’t think anything was “wrong” until Aunt May caught him rubbing up against the side of the couch.

“It makes my peepee tingle,” the six year old had explained, to which May just shook her head. She was obviously upset, telling Peter to stop, and that it was not appropriate for him to do. The boy was taken by surprise, and with not wanting to get in any more trouble, he agreed to not do it. Apparently this  act had to be a secret.

The first time Peter ever saw people have sex was when he walked in on May and Ben fucking in the kitchen. It was late in the night and the eight year old had woken up to get a drink of water from downstairs. As the boy descended down the first three steps, he could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Moaning and skin slapping skin. Peter instantly stopped and crouched down from the top of the stairs to watch as his uncle pump in and out of his aunt as she leaned over the kitchen counter, their backs to him.

The boy knew it wasn’t right for him to watch, this was something only adults should know about. But the boy couldn’t help but analyze everything that was happening. The way Ben pulled May’s hair with one hand, the other planted firmly on her hip. Or the way May held on to the counter so she could arch her back, letting her chest and neck be exposed. Peter was fascinated. And as soon as the two seemed to finish, Peter quietly crept back to his room, trying to process what he had just witnessed.

Of course the image of the two of them festered in Peter’s mind, and soon that was all he could think about.

“Have you ever seen people have sex before?” Peter asked timidly one day. He and Ned were currently building the newest Star Wars LEGO set, and as soon as Peter asked the question Ned dropped what he was holding and gave Peter a surprised, yet quizzical look.

“Like, porn?” Ned asked, his brows pushing together.

“What’s porn?” Peter asked, the heat rising to his face out of embarrassment.

“Dude! You don’t know what porn is?” Ned asked, a giant smile spreading across his face. You can see so many boobs! It’s crazy, here let me show you,” the boy said as he grabbed Peter’s wrist and pulled him out of the room and towards the family computer room.

“Boobs?!” Peter squeaked as the two entered the room and Ned began booting up the computer.

“Yeah, It’s crazy. I’ve never seen any in real life, but I’ve seen so many now. And that’s not all. You can see people kissing and rubbing up against each other and-”

“Aren’t we going to get in trouble?” Peter whispered as he looked towards the doorway of the room, afraid that Ned’s mom might come in and reprimand them.

“Nah. My mom said she was going to take a nap. As long as we’re quiet and you don’t tell, we’ll be fine,” Ned explained as he opened up the web browser.  “See, now just type in anything you want and then just add porn at the end. It will take you to all these sites,” Ned explained as he typed “Big boobs porn” into Google.

The two spent the remainder of the day just looking at the pictures and videos of girls with their shirts off, and sometimes a guy would put his penis inside of the girl, but it wasn’t as much as Peter wanted to see. So one day, when Ben was gone for work, and May was cooking dinner, Peter opened up his own computer and did the same thing Ned had told him to do.

Over the years the internet had been helpful, to say the least. With the discovery of porn, Peter had done a lot of research. He had looked up men and women having sex, and a lot of it reminded him of May and Ben, but nothing really got his heart racing like the time he had seen them in the kitchen. And then Peter discovered gay porn.

It was a revolutionary idea that two men could be together like that. Of course he had heard of gay people, but he had never seen them together like this. Soon it was all he could think about. Every day he would come home after school and look up more and more videos. He wanted to know everything.

From there Peter found out what he liked. He would watch two men fuck and he wished with all his might that he could be the one bent over the chair begging for more. He wished he could be the one that was fucked silly til’ he couldn’t form words. He wanted to please someone like these guys on the internet were doing. And that is also where he found out that he had a thing for older men.

Any time Pete came across a video of an older, bearded man, fucking into a smaller, younger man, (what he would later learn was a twink) Peter would immediatly click on it. There was something about an older, wiser, more experienced man taking control of him that just really turned him on. And by the age of 14, Peter knew that he desperately needed to have sex. He knew with his age that it would be difficult to find anyone older, but surely he could find someone closer to his age to fuck him.

Peter tried having a few boyfriends at school, but no one was really interested in more than just holding hands or hanging out after school and cuddling. But then Mason came into Peter’s life. It was spring of Peter’s freshman year and apparently he had caught the senior’s eye. At first the two hung out after school together. Mason would drive him, Peter and Ned to get ice cream, they would hang out at the arcade for a bit and eventually Mason would drive them all home. From there it turned into Peter coming over to Mason’s house after school to work on homework, and then one night Mason asked if Peter wanted to spend the night.

“Oh?” Peter asked, his cheeks flushing at the older boy’s question. “I uh...let me go call my aunt and see if it’s okay,” Peter shyly offered before pulling out his phone. And of course May said yes, none the wiser.

That was the first night Peter had ever had sex. It was great, and Peter had never felt anything like it before. Masturbating had nothing on this. But yet...something was missing.

“Pull my hair,” Peter had begged to which the senior’s face scrunched up.

“Pull your hair?” He asked. “Isn’t that going to hurt you?”

“Yeah, that’s the point,” Peter panted out.

“N-no. I don’t want to hurt you,” Mason explained.

And by the time it was over, and Mason was asleep next to him, Peter had come to a conclusion. Mason was sweet, but inexperienced. Not that Peter was any better. But Peter knew what he wanted, and Mason was not giving it to him. If he wanted it done the way he wanted it, then they were going to have to work on some things.

The next morning Peter padded into Mason’s kitchen. It was still really early, maybe six thirty, but Peter was starving. Wearing nothing but his boxers, Peter quietly went through the fringe looking for something to much on, yet nothing that would be problematic if it was gone.

“Oh, Peter. Sorry, I didn’t realize you boys were awake,” Mason’s dad said from behind him. In alarm, Peter turned around to see the older man in just his boxers and a gray t-shirt, holding a mug of coffee.

“Sorry,” Peter apologized. “Mason’s  still sleeping, I was just really hungry and thought I could grab something really quick. Sorry if I’m snooping,” Peter said, biting his lip.

“Oh no, you’re fine, take whatever you want,” Mason’s dad said with a smile as he continued to look at Peter. And the longer Peter stood there, the more he began to realize how he looked. Sex crazy hair, bite marks and hickeys all along his body. “It looks like you and my son had some fun last night,” the man then said, letting out a small huff of a laugh.

“Uh...yeah, I guess so,” Peter said as he took the milk from the fridge to pour himself a glass.

And honestly, Peter wasn’t sure what lead up to it, but suddenly he was being pushed up against the wall and kissed. He didn’t have a lot of experience with being kissed, but this was something he had never experienced before. This was someone who knew what they were doing.

“Shit, I’m sorry Peter,” Mason’s dad said as he pulled away in shock. “I shouldn’t have done that I-”

“No, No. Please,” Peter said in desperation as he grabbed onto the father’s arm. “Please I want this. You don’t know how much I want this. Please,” Peter stammered.

And just like that Peter found himself bent over the kitchen counter being fucked by an older man.

“Pull my hair,” Peter tried, hoping this time his partner would follow through. Mason’s dad stopped for a moment before his rhythm picked up and a greedy hand found it’s purchase at the top of Peter’s head.

“Oh, you like it rough, don’t you, you little slut,” Mason’s dad chuckled.

“Yes daddy,” Peter panted as he tried to pull away, making the pressure on his head greater. Soon a moan was bubbling out of Peter’s mouth but a hand was suddenly pressed against him, keeping him from making a noise.

“Shh,” the older man cooed. “We wouldn’t want to wake Mason.”

And that’s how it started. Peter would spend Saturday nights at Mason’s, the two would fuck, and Peter would try and make some progress with his “boyfriend”. Normally nothing would be to Peter’s standards, so in the morning Peter would get up early, only to get it done right by his father. It was exhilarating. It was everything Peter wanted.

And then Mason went to college and his parents moved. Mason promised they would keep dating, he was going to college in the city afterall. But with the absence of Mason’s father, things didn’t last for long.

From there Peter didn’t know what to do. He felt lost. He needed sex, it was a part of him. If he wasn’t focused on school work, he was thinking about sex. He thought about how he could just go on some sites and find some random guy to hook up with, but Peter was scared. What if he got kidnapped, or murdered? That was something Peter did not want happening.

And then later that year, Peter got the spider bite.

The spider bite had brought a lot of changes to Peter’s life.  He was stronger, faster, more flexible, and that brought confidence. But unfortunately there were bad things that the bite brought with it as well. His senses had been dialed up exponentially. If they were at a six before, they now sat at a constant twelve. And that ranged anywhere from his hearing and sight, to his sex drive. Most days he found himself in a haze of almost pain as he tried to deal with his mind telling him that he needed to be fucked. His body ached to be touched, to be relieved, and Peter looked for any way to satisfy himself.

No one in his school wanted to date him, and honestly, Peter wanted to keep up the quickly fading illusion that he wasn’t a complete slut. So Peter moved on to other schools to find guys. There were tons of high schools in New York. And while Peter should have stuck to boys his age, he quickly found out that college guys would fuck anything that looked at them the right way.

Slowly Peter’s grades began to slip. Suddenly school didn’t matter anymore. The only thing Peter was looking for was relief. The teen slowly began pushing the boundaries of his his curfew, or he would sneak out in the middle of the night. Add on his slipping grades, and things were not looking good for Peter.

Of course May and Ben were concerned. They tried talking to Peter, begging for him to tell them what was happening. But the boy never answered. He would simply try and dodge the question or change the subject.

“It has to be drugs Ben, that’s the only thing it can possibly be,” Peter heard May say from the downstairs living room. He shouldn't have been listening in, but his enhanced hearing didn’t care.

“I don’t know May,” Ben sighed heavily, Peter could tell he was tired. “I think he’s just going through a tough time.”

“At least talk to him,” May insisted, her voice wavering as if she were about to cry.

“Yeah, I will.”

And Ben did talk to Peter, or at least he tried before Peter blew up at him.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” Peter screamed, his heart hammering in his chest as tears spilled down his cheeks. Ben had picked Peter up from school the next day, only to corner him once they were in the car to ask him, once again, what was going on. And obviously, Peter did not take it well.

How could he tell his uncle, one of the two people who he loved the most, that he was sleeping around with every guy he could get his hands on. “I’m telling you the truth. I’m not doing drugs. I’m not, I swear, I just-”

“Peter please stop lying to us. If it’s not drugs it’s something else. We just want to make sure you’re okay. That-”

“You’re so clueless! You don’t even know me anymore. You have no idea what’s going on in my life, and you haven’t shown any interest till now. So stop pretending like you care. You just feel obligated to take care of me because I’m the little cum-stain your brother left on your doorstep,” Peter huffed, his chest heaving up and down as he quickly fumbled for the handle of the parked car.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” Ben warned, trying to stop his nephew.

“Fuck off and just  leave me alone,” Peter growled as he exited the car, the door slamming behind him. The teen didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he needed to get out of there.

The teenager walked down the sidewalk and quickly rounded the first corner he came to desperate to get away from the scene he had just made in front of Ben. Peter was so caught up with his own thoughts and feelings that when he witnessed the bodega he was walking past being robbed,he did nothing to stop it. The only thing he could do was numbly watch. Peter figured he could have easily stopped him with his new found strength. But what would be the point? Maybe that guy needed a break. -- So Peter just sighed and let the man run past him, pushing his way forward.

No less than a minute later Peter suddenly heard a gunshot from behind him. Peter honestly would have just kept walking, but suddenly his enhanced hearing was picking up two voices from down the road.

“I said, drop the bag and the weapon and get down on the ground,” A voice demanded, and Peter’s blood ran cold. Of course it was Ben. Of course, his uncle, the off duty police officer, would have seen the man and try to stop him. Peter’s gut twisted as he stilled, silently begging Ben to just let the guy go, but all that followed was some yelling and suddenly two more gunshots rang out.

Peter wasted no time as he quickly turned around and made his way towards the area where he had left Ben. The teenager silently prayed to any God that might be out there that everything would be fine, and that Bed would be okay. But as Peter rounded the corner, he realized that things would never be okay.

The first night of Ben being gone was absolutely the worst. Peter would never be able to forget the sound of May wailing as she was delivered news that her husband had been shot and killed on a dirty street in Queens. And while May crumpled to the ground in sheer agony, all Peter could do was sit on the couch in silence, staring at his hands that still had Ben’s blood on them.

It was all his fault. It was all his fault that Ben was gone. If he wouldn’t have gotten out of the car, Ben would be there. If he hadn’t been so angry at everything, maybe he could have stopped the robber that killed Ben. If only he didn’t have this raging sexual addiction that was ruling his life, if only, then maybe none of it would have happened and Ben would be here. Peter had never intended for any of this to get this out of control. Yet here he was, a used and broken excuse for a human. Now he could add murderer to his resume.

When Peter was finally pulled from his head, hours later, May was kneeling in front of him, wiping off Ben’s blood from his hands with a warm rag. The teen sucked in a harsh breath that caused May to pause, only to stop and look up at him with wide, bloodshot eyes. “Baby, you know I love you right?” May asked suddenly, breaking the long silence.

“Y-yeah, I know,” Peter responded, his voice weak in his throat. “I love you too.”  And with that May dropped the rag and buried her head in Peter’s torso, only to wrap her arms around him in an awkward hug as she continued to kneel on the floor.

“You’re all I got. Please don’t let me lose you,” she practically whispered as tears began to spill out of her eyes again. “Whatever’s happening, whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. Okay, I don’t care. Just please,  please , talk to me.” She stammered, pulling away to look at her nephew. We don’t have to now. But just promise me. Okay? I’m here for you.”

As she spoke, Peter slowly slid off the couch so the two were now kneeling on the floor, the older woman holding the smaller boy in her arms. Peter let out a choked cry and returned the hug, pushing his face in May’s long hair.

“Yeah. I promise,” the teen croaked.

They never did talk.

In the weeks that passed, Peter did everything in his power to try and distract himself from the reality that was his life. At first he tried staying at home again with May. The teen desperately tried to relieve himself on his own while still dealing with the dangerous thoughts that stewed in his brain. He needed a distraction, and staying cooped up in the house wasn’t doing it. But slowly, ever so slowly, Peter found a solution.

The teen couldn’t give up his sexual pattern that he had had before. In fact, if he was being honest, he was even more desperate to find partners. But with all of that he still felt hollow and distracted. Peter thought he could fill the rest of the hole in his chest with re-focusing on school, but he continuously felt anxious. The only thing that he found that would keep the turmoil away was putting himself in life-threatening danger.

It started with Peter thinking: “How can I make up for all the shitty things I’m continuing to do? How can I atone for what I did to Bed?  What is something that would make Ben proud?” And soon it turned into, “what can I do to make sure that something like this never happens again...to anyone.”

And just like that the teen began to test out the full extent of his powers. It started in the privacy of abandoned buildings and slowly Peter began to go out in public, putting himself on the line to save people. At first he didn’t have a name, just a dumb red and blue suit he wore around the city. But, based on his abilities, the city started calling him Spider-Man. And honestly, Peter liked it. So just like that he took a sharpie to his jacket, making the name official.

It had taken a few weeks with some trial and error, but Peter had found a regimen to all of his pain. It didn’t cure any of his bad thoughts, that was for sure, but it made it easier to exist.

“You think you’ll go home to May’s tonight?” Ned asked over the phone as Peter lounged on the top of a building. Neither Ned nor May had seen Peter in a few days, and it was starting to worry both of them.

“Nah,” Peter said, trying to ignore the concern that rested in Ned’s voice. “I’m on patrol right now and then I’m meeting up with his guy at Metro tonight. I think his name is Johnny. We’ve only talked but he’s willing to meet up after his night class gets over. If the sex is bad, I guess I’ll go back home. And if not...well..” Peter trailed off, fully knowing that Ned would get his drift. It was no secret to his best friend what he was doing, both with Spider-Man and his “extracurricular” activities. Ned was was best friend, he couldn’t keep anything from him, even if he tried.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ned said with a small sigh. “Well please be careful, May would kill you if you died.”

“No kidding,” Peter agreed. “We’ll, I’m gonna go. I’ll text you later tonight,” Peter said, knowing that Ned would appreciate a message letting him know that his best friend didn’t die. Ned was very supportive of Peter in his choices, but Peter knew that he worried the other. A text was the least he could do.

“Sounds good, see ya’ Pete,” Ned responded before the line went dead. With that conversation over, Peter dropped his cellphone into the hidden pocket he had in his suit before jumping off the building he had been sitting on. He had no idea where he was going, but that was okay. Danger had a way of finding him.

After two bike thefts, a robbery at the laundromat, and giving a woman directions, Peter decided to stop for the night. It was starting to get late, and Johnny would be getting out of class soon. But as Peter made his way towards where he left his backpack, he saw a large explosion a few blocks away. (And what the hell, was that explosion blue?)

Filled with new excitement, Peter changed his trajectory and headed towards the eruption. What he was not expecting to see was three men attacking a bank with something that looked an awful lot like alien tech. “Taking out a withdraw?” Peter chirped as he swung into the building through a broken window. He was obviously too excited to have assessed the situation, or maybe see that there were too many guys for his inexperienced ass to handle all at once.

“What the hell is this clown doing here?” A masked man asked as they all turned, pointing their guns at the boy.

“Look, I just wanted to let you know that what you’re doing is wrong...you know...highly illegal. And that-” Peter said before he was cut off by a blast that was shot at him, narrowly missing him as it whizzed by his head.

And suddenly Peter found himself in a full out brawl with the four men who stood in the empty bank, shooting beams everywhere as Peter attempted to stop them. At first Peter was confident that he was winning. But as time ticked by, the boy began to realize that he might be in over his head.

Towards the end, one man had him pinned to a wall with the energy coming from his tech while another man began to hit him with the butt of his own alien-tech gun. Peter was about to open his mouth to sputter out a smart-ass comment when suddenly the sound of repulsors made him still...along with all the other men.

“Ya’ need a hand kid?” a voice rang out as the iconic red and gold Iron-Man suit few onto the scene.

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The Pinnae Flower Chapter 3

Masterlist

Pinnae: Spelunca, Set in China?

Now that Raz Keeran released that tidbit on his Twitter about Kaida and the stone dragon, Pinnies are going mad posting about headcanons and writing little one-shots. The fandom seems as lively as ever.

People are even theorizing about an upcoming movie? While that would be epic, there is no real source about such a thing. Sadly. I guess we’ll see.

In any case, Logan and I are back for more theorizing!

Today, we’re going to be looking at what kind of dragon and where Pinnae: Spelunca will be set. We personally think it will be set in China or some kind of Chinatown. Why? The excerpt from Raz’s Twitter says this: He had a ball clutched in his right paw. Here, Kaida is referring to the stone dragon that turns into a real one.

In China, there are these stone dragons that are known as Chinese guardian lions or imperial guardian lions. Often, there are two of them, normally made from stone, that are thought to protect a building from harm. While they have spread to other parts of Asia, they originated in China. Normally there are two of them, a male and a female. The female is often depicted with a cub while the male—get this—is depicted with a ball. A ball.

We know from descriptions and dialogue in the Pinnae series that Arel’s family is Asian. More specifically, Chinese.

While we do not believe Arel’s family would go on a trip to China without Arel, we think that Kaida might take a nice visit during this story. Maybe on the wings of a dragon? Time will only tell.

Thanks for reading my loyal plebeians,

Prince Roman Falco

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Roman normally was a morning person. But staying up late at night and trying to find a specific rock in opaque bags could make a person sleep in.

When he did wake up, however, it was close to eleven o’clock and the curtains were drawn open to let in some light.

Roman heard the distinct clicks of a phone typing and he turned his head over just a little to see Logan sitting against the headboard of the other bed, fully clothed.

He hated the sound of clicking keys on phones. It was annoying and loud. But Logan liked it because he found it soothing.

The clicking stopped and through his bleary eyes he could see Logan crack a small smile before beginning to type once again.

Roman wondered who he was texting? A family member? Whoever they were had managed to make Logan crack a smile which was pretty good considering most jokes flew over his head.

He stayed in bed for a couple more minutes, listening to the incessant clicking.

Weird. Roman frowned. The clicking was kind of soothing. It reminded him of the rain hitting against the window panes back at home. The noise seemed to flow through one ear and out the other.

He closed his eyes for a split second, letting the clicking wash over him. What had changed? Why was this suddenly so soothing instead of annoying?

Roman decided he didn’t want to know. Maybe it was just something that happened gradually. Or like when you’re a kid and hate a certain food and then you grow up and actually enjoy it.

“Who are you texting?” Roman rolled around to his side. If Logan was surprised that he was awake, he didn’t show it.

Logan shrugged. “Just a friend.”

Roman’s jaw dropped. “You have other friends than me?” He put a hand to his heart.

“Ha ha ha,” Logan said, rolling his eyes before typing out something and then turning his phone off.

“Who?”

Logan pulled himself up off the bed and leisurely to the coffee maker Roman hadn’t noticed was on. He had his lips pursed and his eyebrows were drawn down.

“A crush? What’s his name?” Roman persisted, getting out of the bed. They normally always told each other about their crushes.

Except Virgil. Roman shook that thought from his head in an instant. No. It was totally fine not to tell Logan about his feelings for Virgil. Besides, it might not even be a crush. He was still trying to figure out his feelings for the dude.

“It’s not a crush.” Logan shook his head.

Roman frowned as he opened the little closet to look for the day’s outfit. “You know you can trust me, Lo. Who is it?” He pulled his homemade Pinnae shirt off of one of the coat hangers—the red button up one with the pinnae flower embroidered on the back and the quote “Do not struggle for perfection. Strive to do your best” stitched around the collar in gold.

It was one of his favourite quotes said by Lewis to Parisa in the first book when she’s trying to communicate to the nest of rabbits, claiming to want to be the perfect at speaking in their language of various sounds.

The quote just really spoke to him that none of the other memorable quotes did.

He didn’t have to be perfect at what he did. Nobody was ever perfect. It was an impossible standard. Roman just had to be himself. He had to do the best to his own abilities. The quote reminded him that perfection was unattainable.

“Okay. Fine. You know theazureflower?” Logan sighed, taking a large gulp of coffee and looking over the rim of his mug at Roman.

“The user who always comments on my posts first?” Roman asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah. Him. That’s who I was talking to.”

“What? Really?” Roman pulled off his nightshirt and put on his button up. “Since when?”

“Since at least three years ago.”

Roman’s button down fell from his fingers. “Three years ago?” If he had a drink he would have spit it out by now.

Logan nodded nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Logan took another sip of coffee and shrugged. “It was never important. You never asked.”

Roman felt slightly betrayed that Logan hadn’t told him of this before. Didn’t friends—best friends since high school—tell each other these things? He opened his mouth to speak but Logan cut him off.

“I say we go back to Patton’s and wait for Cherry.” He placed his coffee mug down.

“I would have told you.” Roman said, picking his shirt back up and putting it on. “If I had a friend for three years.” He paused. “Do you even know the person? Have you seen each other in person? Would you have told me then?”

“We haven’t met face to face. I don’t even know his actual name.” Logan said, sliding on his shoes.

“How do you know he’s not...like…?” Roman tried to find the right words.

“He’s a real person.” Logan sighed, rolling his eyes. “Come on now, we can have breakfast again at Patton’s while keeping an eye out for Cherry.”

“You go on,” Roman said. He didn’t really know why he was reacting so strongly to this. Maybe it was a wake up call to how far he and Logan were drifting apart. “I’ll be over in a bit.”

Logan looked over at Roman as if he wanted to say something. Roman waited for it.

But, in the end, Logan just nodded. “Okay.” And then he walked out the door.

Roman waited five more minutes after Logan left to leave the hotel.

The sky was overcast and dry and the town was in full swing.

Roman bought a croissant filled with chocolate from a vender on the side of the street and just walked through the streets in complete silence.

Why didn’t Logan tell him about theazureflower? Were they in a relationship? Relationships were important in people’s lives. Why would Logan keep such a thing from him?

Before, if Roman ever got a boyfriend, he would have definitely told Logan. But now...now that he knew Logan kept something from him he wasn’t sure if he would anymore.

Maybe it was symbolism for something. How their friendship was fading.

“What’re you doing?” Jo’s voice slithered into Roman’s head.

His head shot up and the word “nothing” almost rolled off his tongue until he realized that Jo wasn’t talking to him.

Roman turned his head just slightly to see who Jo was talking to.

A familiar mop of dark brown hair met his eyes. Virgil.

Roman stopped in his tracks and pretended to check his phone, leaning against the brick wall next to him.

Virgil was sat alone at a picnic bench, an open leather journal in front of him. He was quietly closing it up as he responded to Jo. “Nothing much. Just writing some poems.”

Jo slid herself in the bench and snuggled up closely to Virgil.

Roman felt himself stiffen and watched as Virgil became increasingly uncomfortable.

“About what? I do love a philosophical trait in a man.” Jo cooed.

Virgil slumped even lowly in his bench and flinched as Jo put a delicate arm around him.

Roman began panicking. Was Virgil straight? He had assumed earlier that he was gay or at least not heterosexual. Did he have a crush on a straight guy? His heart dropped and he suddenly felt lightheaded. His already cruddy mood was becoming even cruddier.

“Um...just about stuff. I’m not...I’m not really comfortable with talking about it.” Virgil muttered quietly.

“Ah,” Jo nodded, honey sweet. “A private man.”

Virgil bit the bottom of his lip and tried to scooch away from Jo. He slowly grabbed his journal and pulled it towards him.

Roman shoved his left hand in his pocket, making a fist.

Jo smacked her lips and looked at Virgil. “Why don’t you and I go out for supper? Get to know each other better?”

Roman squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could shut his ears so he wouldn’t hear anything.

Even though he could just walk away, Roman just couldn’t. He was rooted to his spot on the pavement.

There was no response for a moment. Roman opened his eyes and watched through his eyelashes.

Virgil’s eyes were wide and Roman watched intently as his mouth began to form words.

“I’m gay.”

Roman’s shoulders slumped in relief.

Virgil’s words were fast and quick and came out in a panic. He instantly stood up and hugged his journal to his chest, fast walking down the street. He looked close to collapsing then and there on the sidewalk.

Roman quickly walked after him, discreetly glancing back to see Jo in stunned silence still at the picnic table.

Virgil stopped in an alleyway, leaning against one of the buildings. His breath was shallow and quick and his face was pale. He had his hood up.

As Roman came close, Virgil noticeably tensed. He stopped in his tracks, not coming too close so he wouldn’t look like a threat.

Virgil glanced over at him and then slightly relaxed. “Oh. It’s just you.”

“Are you okay?” Roman asked, keeping his voice low. “Do you need anything?”

“I’m–I’m fine.” Virgil stuttered. He slid down the wall so he was in a crouched position. “I...I just need to breathe.”

Roman sat down on the ground where he was, unsure of what to do.

Part of him felt sad for Virgil but the other part was self-congratulatory because he was right.

From the first and only time he saw Jo, he knew that she was a bad apple. And did Logan believe him? No sir. But he just witnessed the woman practically accost Virgil minding his own business.

And also because his gay-dar was still spot-on.

But mostly because of Jo.

Roman rummaged in his jean pocket for the small plastic package of the Pinnae collectable rock, opened but taped back into its original package. “I hope this helps: I got you something to apologize for making you uncomfortable yesterday asking about your grandmother.” He outstretched his arm to give Virgil the package.

Virgil mutely took the package and looked at Roman suspiciously, opening it up expertly.

He shook the contents out into his palm and a folded collection list came out along with a pitch black rock. On the flat side was an engraving of a pair of fairy wings.

Virgil blinked down at the rock for multiple seconds before speaking up. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t have this one yet.”

Roman smiled a bit. “Yeah. I asked Patton if there was a way to make it up to you and he told me you collected them.”

A small hint of a smile spread across his face. “Thanks.”

“Although, I gotta ask. How have you gotten 40 out of fifty of them already? They literally only came out a couple days ago!” Roman exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down but slightly failing.

Virgil winced at the volume of his tone. He said the next words very carefully. “I don’t know.” He then shrugged. “I’m just such a big fan.”

Roman loved meeting Pinnies in real life. Behind the screen and in real life were two totally different things. Roman could connect better with someone in the flesh than behind a computer.

“I’m a big fan too!” Roman said, twisting his body slightly to show off the back of his shirt and his collar.

Roman watched as Virgil’s eyes widened. He hesitantly raised his arm up to touch. His eyes rose to meet Roman’s as if to ask for permission.

Roman nodded.

Virgil softly touched the embroidery of the flower on the back and Roman’s arms broke out into goosebumps.

“You made this?” Virgil breathed quietly.

Roman felt Virgil’s breath fan against his neck and he had the strongest urge to blurt out “I’m gay.”

“It’s incredible.” Virgil muttered, his finger following along the stitches of the flower petals. “Wow…”

“My dad taught me.” Roman explained. “He always patched up my jeans and other clothes with cool embroidered shapes and when I was older I begged him to teach me.”

There was a stretch of silence in the conversation but Roman had no intention of filling the space. It felt comfortable and peaceful.

“So how did you get into the Pinnae series?” Virgil asked, his fingers still ghosting over the back of Roman’s shirt.

“My other dad knows how much I love fantasy books so when the first book came out he gave it to me for my birthday.” Roman said, remembering the exact wrapping paper he had used. A red wrapping paper with golden stars that shimmered under light. “What about you?”

“Nothing as heart touching as your story,” Virgil chuckled slightly. “I just happened upon it when I was at Patton’s. Someone left a copy at my table where I normally sat and I just...picked it up.”

“Someone left a copy?” Roman said, wanting to turn around to look at Virgil in surprise but also wanting to stay in his crouched position with Virgil and his feather light touch.

“Well, it was the library’s copy.” Virgil explained.

“And your favourite character?” Roman questioned.

“I love them all. I kind of feel like they’re all my babies.”

“But?” Roman prompted, feeling a but coming along.

“But I can relate to Sidney so much.” Roman could head the smile in his voice.

“What do you think happened to him?” Roman asked curiously. “I mean, my friend and I, Logan, own this blog where we’ve made a theory but I do like to hear other opinions.”

“I have no clue.” Virgil said honestly.

Roman then asked the question that he loved asking other Pinnies. “What do you think of Raz?”

He immediately felt Virgil stiffen behind him and wondered what he had said wrong.

“I...um...I think h-they’re...they’re cool. I can’t wait for the fifth book to come out.” Virgil stuttered. He retracted his arm.

Roman turned himself around and leaned against the other wall, opposite to Virgil. “What did I say?” He was truly confused. He had thought their conversation was going well.

“N-nothing.” Virgil stammered.

“Then why did—“ Roman started but was cut off.

“I just…” Virgil paused. “I have an unpopular opinion that a lot of...um...Pinnies don’t agree with.”

“Which is what?”

“I think that Raz should be able to choose whether they want to stay anonymous or not.” Virgil said slowly.

If Roman was in this conversation just a mere week ago, he would have probably begun an argument.

But something was different this time. It was kind of hard to explain. Maybe it was because of Roman watching Jo try to flirt with Virgil who was obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Roman imagined Raz Keeran, wherever they were sitting in their house and enjoying their peaceful day. And then multiple Jo’s just barging in on them and ruining their perfectly good morning.

He thought of all kinds of celebrities presently and the paparazzi and the fans and just all of it.

While he, personally, wouldn’t find it all that bad he could now understand how overwhelming that could be.

What did that mean for him? Did he still want to find out Raz’s true identity? Of course. But would he release the knowledge to the world? Roman wasn’t so sure anymore. In the past, he would have done it in a heartbeat. But now he was unsure.

“I agree.” Roman said, looking up at Virgil. “Raz Keeran has a choice and they chose to stay anonymous.”

~~~

Logan was sat down at a table for two in Patton-ly Perfect. But he was the only one at the table.

He was nursing a cup of coffee and a Chinese steam bun with barbecued pork in it to his left. In front of him was a computer with an empty The Prince’s Crown post.

Patton was in the kitchen with the door open, humming the tune Jingle Bells even though it was summer, while washing the dishes.

Logan’s brain was too busy. Normally working on something would quiet down everything but today it wasn’t working. He was staring at the blinking cursor on the screen like a broken robot.

There were plenty headcanons he could choose to do more research on. Like Sidney’s death. Or why the pinnae flower was so important to the fairy king. Or what was the significance of Sidney’s cloak? Keeran never really explained what was beneath it.

Patton came out of the kitchen and wandered over to Logan’s table with a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “What are you working on?” He sat down in the empty seat across from him. Patton drew his eyebrows down and his face scrunched up before he finally said, “are you working on a post for The Prince’s Crown?”

Logan wanted to spit out his coffee in surprise. But he didn’t. Instead, he swallowed the coffee and placed it gently back down on the table. “What?”

“When you guys first came in you introduced yourselves as Roman and Logan. Who else could it be?” Patton was grinning from ear to ear. He took a big chunk off of his cookie and popped it in his mouth.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Logan asked curiously, closing his laptop and picking up his Chinese steam bun.

“I didn’t know how to bring it up.” Patton said. He shifted in his seat and looked away from Logan for a split second.

“What is it?” Logan prompted.

Patton took the small flower pot in the center of the table into his hands and inspected it.

It had the same fake look the other flower looked at Virgil’s table. But, instead of clear petals they were a deep blue colour. Ironically, Logan would have called it azure.

Patton placed the flower pot down again. “I think another introduction is in session.” He pushed the flower pot towards Logan slowly, his face serious. “Hello. I’m theazureflower.”

At first, Logan wasn’t sure he heard it right. He blinked a few times as his brain processed this sentence.

theazureflower, the guy who Logan had been texting for at least two years, was right in front of him. The guy who he thought of as another best friend and nothing else.

But his feelings for Patton were different than his feelings for theazureflower.

“...Are you okay?” Patton asked slowly.

“Y-yes.” Logan nodded. “You’re theazureflower.” He stated after a moment’s pause.

Patton nodded. “Yeah. I really love Roman and yours’ blog. It’s the only Pinnae blog that I read.” His mouth was growing into a wide smile.

Logan felt his mouth twitch and Patton’s smile must have been infectious for his own mouth slowly morphed into a smile. “Wow. I can’t believe it. We always talked about meeting in person and now...now it’s actually happening.”

“Is this trip part of your top secret mission you talked about in your second last post?” Patton asked.

“Yes. Although I don’t think I can disclose much information about it.” Logan did kind of want to tell Patton about their mystery. About how he almost felt like a real Sherlock Holmes and how, while he never really planned on exposing Raz Keeran, he just wanted to be the one to figure out who they were. Just the self-pride fact and knowing that he—Logan Holmes—cracked a mystery no one else could.

Patton nodded solemnly. “I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Logan pushed up his glasses and rubbed his chin, biting his bottom lip. Should he? Logan thought for another second before saying, “do you know where I could find a woman named Cherry? Round, circular glasses? Brunette? Short hair?”

Patton frowned. “Cherry Quill? Virgil’s sister?”

“Virgil’s sister?” Logan repeated.

“Yeah. Cherry’s a couple years older than Virgil. She lives out in New York now as a journalist. She came back here over the summer to spend time with Virgil but she left just yesterday to head back out.” Patton explained. “Why do you need her?”

Logan’s shoulders slumped. New York. New York. How would he ever figure this mystery out? Was there a way to ask Virgil about Cherry and make assumptions from there? Or actually travel to New York and try to find Cherry in the multitude of people living there? It would be like looking for a speck of dirt in a haystack.

Patton waited patiently and Logan wasn’t sure how he was going to respond. How was he supposed to explain that he thought Cherry was possibly Raz Keeran?

Luckily the door opened and Roman and Virgil came inside, the two of them speaking quietly to each other.

Logan watched as Roman helped Virgil into his regular seat with the flower pot and the fake, clear, flower. “Do you want a glass of water? Some coffee?” He asked him gently.

“Just some water please, if you don’t mind.”

It occurred to Logan that Roman did care about Virgil. Quite a bit, actually. Whether Roman knew it or not. Or, whether Roman admitted the fact to himself or not.

“What happened?” Patton asked worriedly, standing up and quickly walking over to Virgil, forgetting about his question to Logan. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine Pat.” Virgil said as Roman brought over a glass of water. “Just a little shaken.” He paused as he noticed Patton’s still worried face. “Seriously Pat, I’m fine.”

“What happened? Was it that woman again?” Patton said, pulling out a chair from another table and sitting down with Virgil.

“Again?” Roman looked absolutely outraged. His face was becoming as red as a tomato and his hands were balled into fists. “That woman flirted with you multiple times?”

Logan watched closely as Patton looked at Virgil, Virgil looked at Roman, and Roman looked at Patton.

“It was no big deal, I had it under control.” Virgil said, waving his hand away and taking a large gulp of water.

Logan noticed how Roman pressed his lips together tightly and sat down across from Logan, in the spot where Patton had just vacated.

“You ought to tell the police or something, Virge. If she’s constantly harassing and trying to flirt with—“ Patton began but was cut off by Virgil.

“I told her this time that I was gay.” Logan glanced at Roman and expected to see surprise written all over his face. But he looked as cool as a cucumber. Which meant Roman already knew that. Probably learned rather recently too. “So she should back off on the flirting.”

“But that doesn’t mean she won’t harass you again—“

Logan couldn’t help but interrupt. “I’m sorry to intrude but who are we talking about? It sounds incredibly serious and you should go to the police about it if this woman tries to harass you again.”

Roman looked at Logan square in the eyes. “It was Jo.”

“Jo?” The woman that he had spoken to in front of the hospital? That same Jo who had told him about the donor? The Jo who had seemed so kind and intelligent?

Roman seemed to read his mind and nodded in confirmation. “That Jo.”

Logan remembered Roman’s words after his and Jo’s conversation. That woman gives me bad vibes. “You have to tell the police.”

Virgil scrunched up his nose. “I’ll do it if she does it again.”

Patton bit his lip. “Alright. But I still think you should do it now.”

“I could tell her to back off.” Roman exclaimed. “Or Logan could. Jo seemed to like Logan. Maybe she’ll listen better to him.” He looked over at Logan hesitantly. “If he doesn’t my mind,” he added in quickly.

Logan nodded. “Of course I’ll do it if you want me to.”

This seemed like a thaw in the ice from their previous icy conversation earlier about theazureflower. Which made him remember…

“Roman, guess what?” He asked. He gestured to Patton. “That’s theazureflower.”

Roman looked shocked. “Wait. Seriously? Are you kidding me?”

Patton grinned. “No. I’m not kidding. I just told Logan before you came in.”

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier!?” Roman said, coming over to Patton and opening his arms up for a hug.

Patton gladly took the offer. “I was wondering how to ask. It just never felt right to tell you any other time.”

“Wow! I can’t believe it!” Roman exclaimed. He collapsed in a chair by Virgil, a dopey grin on his face. “Wow.”

[mrs-hollandstan]

Help || Tom Holland

Warnings: more sex jokes (I seriously can’t get away from them), kids dealing with babies, fluffy cute stuff

Word Count: 1,710

Author’s Note: Enjoy this dad to three kids Tom! 

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"Oh gosh little dude, what are we gonna do?" Tom asked his four year old son, Tyson as he carried his newest baby from the bathroom and into her nursery,

"Give her her pappy." Tyson remarked as he trailed behind his father. Tom tsked, laying his baby girl on a mat, on the floor,

"Watch her for a second Ty." Tyson crouched next to his sister, cooing down at the naked baby squirming beneath her little duck towel,

"Sissy?" Reed, Tom's middle child poked his head into the room. Tom looked up,

"Hey little man, try and help Ty calm sissy down.” Reed trotted into the room, sitting next to Tyson and making faces down at his little sister. Tom smiled, sitting cross legged across from his boys,

"Oh man, okay, daddy's got you baby girl. It's okay." Lifting little Kenya up into his arms, he bounced her on his shoulder, stroking her head. He looked up as Reed and Tyson both stood, walking around the mat. Reed laid his head against Tom's shoulder, Tyson looking over his wailing little sister,

"What did you do to her?" Tyson asked. Tom chuckled,

"I just gave her a bath Ty. Sissy just doesn't like them. You didn't either when you were little. But Reed did." Stepping away for a moment, Ty grabbed Kenya's pacifier, walking back over and shaking it in front of her lips, trying to get her to take it.

After a few more moments of her howling, Kenya whimpered, opening her mouth just enough for him to slip her pacifier in. She latched onto it, instantly calming down, tiny tears rolling down her pudgy cheeks. She whimpered again, Tom clicking his tongue,

"Alright Ty! Good job dude!" Holding his daughter back, he rubbed her head with the towel before laying her out on the mat again. Tyson laid next to her, Reed playing with one of the strings on his father's jacket.

Ty cooed down at Kenya, making her giggle as Tom tucked a diaper under her, fastening it around her hips. He chuckled as he pulled her feet through a onesie,

"Is your big brother funny baby girl?” As Tom picked her up, Kenya's beautiful brown eyes met his briefly before looking back down at her brother again, giggling. Tom smiled,

"You three, are silly." Tyson giggled, looking after her as Tom raised her higher. He turned towards the door as his mother's voice rang through the air,

"Tom?"

"We're in Kenya's nursery but Ty's comin to get ya."

"OH NO, IT'S MY BIG TY! HE'S GOT ME!" Tom’s wife stumbled in the room, holding a giggling Ty to her hip. She smiled as Tom cocked his head at his little boy,

"He reminds me so much of me." She giggled, looking down at her son,

"Yeah. He looks like you did when you were about this age." Tom smiled, straining his neck to kiss her as she leaned down. Crouching next to him, she kissed her baby girl's button nose,

"Hello little love. How are you today? You look so sleepy." Tom smiled, stroking Kenya's head,

"Tell her about your traumatizing bath baby. Tell mummy what happened." The lady tsked, looking to her middle child as Reed walked around Tom, holding his arms out to her,

"Hi baby. What happened sweetie. What did daddy do to you huh Ken? Did daddy torture you?" Tom chuckled, kissing the back of Kenya's head,

"Daddy didn't mean it but she doesn't like it." He pouted as they locked eyes again. She poked her lip out, pouting back at him,

"Poor baby." Holding her arms out, Tom handed Kenya over, a frown covering the little girl's face. She started whimpering again, her mother bouncing her,

"Oh no baby. It's okay, it's okay. Mommy's got you now baby girl." Tom smiled up at his girls, laying back and picking Reed up. The little boy squealed as his father growled and bounced him into the air. Pausing, with Reed stretched out above him, Tom looked over to the rest of his family, watching his wife sit on the floor,

"Wanna hold your baby sister Ty?" The little brunette nodded, coming to sit between his mother's legs, laying back against her stomach. He watched his sister, moving his little arms to hold the squirming baby. Sitting up, and setting Reed in his lap, Tom pointed to Ty,

"Look Reed, mumma's letting Tyson hold baby sister." Reed watched his older brother hold the little girl, crawling out of Tom's arms to sit in front of Ty. Tom followed suit, sitting just behind Reed again,

"You wanna hold sissy Reed?" Tom asked, leaning in to kiss the little boy's cheek. He nodded, his bright hazel eyes locked on the baby in Tyson's arms. Mom smiled,

"You gonna help him hold sissy Tom?" He smiled back at her,

"Yeah sure." She nodded, looking down at her oldest. Tom was always enraptured in how in love she was with her babies. Yes, she was a mother, and yes, she was supposed to love her babies but it seemed different for her. It was almost like she was meant to be pregnant. Meant to be a mother. Almost instantly after getting married she was pregnant with Tyson. Tom thought she'd be discouraged because they were adding another Holland to the family so early but she was more than excited,

"Here Tom. She might be too big for him." She remarked with a giggle. Tom took his baby girl back into his hands, setting her in Reed's lap,

"Here, put your hand right here," guiding his little hand to her back, Tom smiled, letting Reed drape his other arm over the tops of Kenya’s thighs, "good job buddy." Reed held his sister, cooing down at the little girl. Looking up, Tom took note in his wife’s amazed expression.

"He's very calm for two." Tom shrugged,

"He's our tamest baby. Never did cry during baths or anything."

"This is true." He nodded, looking back down at two out of three of his kids. He smiled, leaning in to kiss Reed’s head again,

"You wanna have another don't you?" The woman cleared her throat, leaning back on her hands as Tyson wrapped his arms around her neck. Tom looked up at her, her eyes finding his again,

"I-I've thought about it." Tom nodded,

"I can tell. It's about that time for you to want another." She sighed, dragging Ty into her lap,

"The real question is, do you?" He shrugged, watching Reed lean in to kiss Kenya,

"I'm one of four. I know how this works." She nodded,

"But that doesn't mean you're okay with it." He shook his head,

"No, I'm definitely okay with it. I love when you're pregnant." She nodded, looking down at Reed holding Kenya,

"I do too. Besides, you could have another baby girl." Tom smiled,

"This is true." Sitting in silence for a few moments, a giggle broke it. Tom looked up to her again, a smile spreading across his face,

"What's so funny?" She shook her head,

"I wish I had thought of it when you first said it but you said you liked when I was pregnant. My mind just conjured up the comeback, 'you just like the process of getting pregnant'." Tom smiled as she broke out into a fit of giggles, resorting to tickling Ty. Kenya grew curious as her big brother squealed, looking towards him. Tom chuckled,

"I think little miss Kenya would like some tickles." With a gasp, the baby’s mother crawled over her oldest towards Tom, Reed looking up and giggling as she took Kenya from his arms, laying her on the rug.

Kenya smiled, giggling and gurgling as she attacked her, moving her fingers across the little girl's belly. Reed joined in the giggles, clambering to his knees to watch his baby sister turn pink as she giggled and squealed. Ty laid under his mother, smiling down at his baby sister while Tom watched on.

Tom remembered her doing the same thing when Ty was a baby. He'd find her crouched over a little baby in a onesie in the morning, making the little round baby cackle and squeal. He'd get distracted by Tom's presence, pumping his legs and chewing on his fists with wandering eyes that followed his father intently.

She would look up at Tom, leaning in to kiss his cheek and brag about how she could fit in his t-shirts again. He'd just sit behind her, watching her pick her baby up, putting him on her shoulder so Tom could kiss his pudgy face.

"You know," She broke Tom from his thoughts, crawling further over her baby and straight for him, "we're way past that six week mark. We should just start trying now." As she stood on her knees, Tom placed his hands on her hips,

"Oh yeah? What happened to me being the horny one?" She giggled, leaning down to kiss him. He smiled into her kiss, letting her wriggle in between his legs. With a sigh, she rested her head against his chest,

"Look at our babies Tom. Look at what we made." She held onto his arm as he wrapped it around her,

"They're beautiful baby. That's all you. You're the one that grew them and made them so perfect." She smiled, nuzzling into him as he kissed the top of her head,

"Yeah, thank you. It takes a lot. Why do you think I fall asleep ten minutes into a movie when I'm pregnant." He chuckled,

"Every time. It's a wonder you remember what movies we've seen the way you fall asleep." She giggled, kissing the front of his elbow,

"I love you." He smiled wider as Tyson and Reed went in halves on lifting Kenya up, carefully carrying her to them,

"Here go mommy." Reed remarked happily as she took Kenya into her arms, laying the preoccupied baby on Tom's thigh. Tyson crawled between her legs while Reed latched onto his father,

"I love all four of you." Tom muttered, kissing his wife’s head again, stroking over Kenya's. She hummed before looking up,

"Soon to be five Mr. Holland." All he could do was chuckle, not denying the inevitable.

[mrevaunit42]

Day 3: Culture Clash

Hey everyone, Mr.E here with the next prompt of @wholesome-week Culture Clash!  Star takes Marco on a surprise visit to Mewni to learn more about the wonderful lovely plants of her dimension. Meanwhile Tom decides to pop in on the Diaz household and finds an unexpected host.

Canon universe of course.

I changed up the prompt a bit but hey I hope you get some enjoyment out of this. Have a great weekend, keep being awesome! enjoy!

Day 1: http://mrevaunit42.tumblr.com/post/155983804347/day-1-cooking

Day 2: http://mrevaunit42.tumblr.com/post/156420641822/angie-and-moon-have-a-talk-featuring-el-tigre-vs

“YAY! I am so excited for today!” Star beamed happily, her grin wide and infectious, so much so that Marco was in equally good spirits whether he realized it or not.

“Me too. It's not every day we get to visit Mewni without having to hide from your parents” Marco agreed, able to take in a proper view of Star's hometown without the hiding from sight condition attached to the trip.

Mewni may have been some sort of perfect step by step recreation of the medieval ages but rather off putting, Marco the historical nerd found the second journey to the dark ages just as enjoyable as the first.

Possibly more since nothing was currently trying to kill him or his parents.

“This is so fascinating” Marco muttered outloud, fanny pack and phone at the ready “What's the occasion Star?”

“ooooh nothing special” Star cooed playfully “Just a little exposure to Mewman culture! I mean you looooove learning about new things so why not Mewni?”

“Haha that's great Star!” Marco smiled brightly “But you know you could've taught me at home.”

“I know but hey, why not have an up close and personal experience?”

“As long as we don't go into the Forest of death, I'm all in”

“No worries Marco” Star assured her best friend, placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder “We're not leaving town. There's an exhibit I thought you'd like to see! Come on!”

Marco allowed the energetic princess to slip her hand into his, pulling him along the dirt road that led to Star's big surprise.

There was a crackling. the smell of burnt fabric filling the air as a raging flame appeared from nowhere, charring the colorful rug found in the middle of the room as a figure walked out of the blaze unharmed.

“Hey Star” Tom called out, arms full of perfectly unmelted ice cream bars and sandwiches “Marco! I brought ice cream to apologize for the whole cursing Marco thing. I promise there's nothing wrong with these though you sure try this choco blast flavor Marco. It's to die for.”

“Subtle”

Tom blinked, staring into a near empty room with not a trace of his ex girlfriend or best friend to be found.

What he did find, however, was someone lazily laying Star's bed, flipping through a book labeled “Marco's journal” in a laidback fashion.

“...umm....hey” Tom waved, dropping the frosty treats into the bonfire behind him

A peer of brown eyes glanced his way, looked him over once and gave a disinterested nod.

“hey” the dark blue haired girl replied nonchalantly

“aren't you Marco's stalker?” Tom asked curiously, certain he'd seen this girl before.

“That's deputy mayor and unofficial Marco stalker to you red” Janna with a dull edge, her eyes focused on the book and not the demonic teen who just teleported into the room via flames.

“Red?” Tom glared, eying his hair before shifting his gaze angrily back towards Janna.

“psstyeah” Janna rolled her eyes “Cuz the fire and stuff.”

“Oh.....” That was not the answer Tom was expecting “Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing in Star's room?”

“As deputy mayor” Janna started in the most apathetic voice she could muster “It is my job to ensure that the mayor's stuff is untouched while she's away with Marco on some sort of date or whatever.”

“DATE?!”

Janna sighed tiredly, lifting off her beanie and patting out the solitary flame that spontaneously combusted onto the accessory while Tom paced furiously back and forth, little flaming footsteps in his wake.

“Date?! DATE!? I THOUGHT THEY WEREN'T DATING?! UGH THAT LITTLE LYING....I MEAN I AM IMPRESSED BECAUSE THEY FOOLED ME BUT STILL! UGH I SHOULD'VE PUT THE BALDING CURSE ON MARCO! THAT WOULD”VE STOPPED HIM.”

“Whoa, whoa slow down hot head” Janna raised her hands in a calming manner “I said or whatever too. No need to get worked up over your unresolved issues.”

“MY ISSUES ARE RESOVLED!” Tom shrieked, eyes a blood red and fangs sharp as a nearby desk burst into flames without warning.

Janna looked at the flaming pile of wood then quietly glanced back at Tom once again, clicking her tongue slowly followed by a disbelieving “Riiiiiiiiight.”

“That is so like Star!” Tom whined “and I expected better from Marco. Truly disappointing.”

“So.....what are you going to do then?” Janna asked inquisitively “Sit here and wait for them to come back?”

“Yes!” Tom scoffed “What else would I do?”

“I got an idea” Janna smirked mischievously

Marco eye's went wide as the duo entered the small, greenhouse-like building tucked away in the back of a very shady looking alley Marco would've normally questioned but was far too caught up in the elegant and breathtaking flowers that filled the countless planters that were scattered about.

“Welcome!” Star gestured to the entity of the exhibits “To the wonderful world of Mewnman plants! Ta daaaaaa!”

Marco chuckled as Star gave an eager jazz hand flourish

“This is awesome! I didn't know Mewni had so many different plants.”

Indeed there were countless shapes and shades sprinkled throughout though there were only a handful or so people with the visiting couple. Like Earth, it seemed Mewni was generally uninterested by what they thought of as common.

But screw that, Marco was totally into this.

“Mewni has a diverse array of flowers, found throughout the land” Star explained as she and Marco walked towards the nearest plant “each with a different environmental defense.”

Marco mindlessly nodded, only half listening to the words coming out of Star's mouth.  This was exciting! This was amazing! So  much planet life, so much to learn! Maybe he could take back some plants and grow them in the garden that way Star always had a bit of home close by while she was staying with them.

“What's this one?” Marco tried to keep the excitement out of his voice but Star picked up on it instantly. Try as he might, Star had gotten very proficient at picking up Marco's general attitude.

“This” Star motioned to the deep rich purple and black rose-like flower that hung in a limp manner “Is called DeepFoot. It's usually found in the plains of crying feet North of here.”

“Ooooo” Marco gave a muffled squeal, his light brown eyes wide with wonder and awe “This is a good looking plant.”

Star's smile was too big for her face. This was going perfectly! Marco loved this trip! For once everything was....

“hey buddy” Marco spoke gently towards the flower, leaning closer to get a better look “You want to take a picture with the coolest guy ever? Alright, if you insist.”

“Marco!” Star cried out, reaching for her best friend's sleeve as he positioned himself next to the DeepFoot, rising the phone high to take a selfie with one hand and another wrapped around the plant playfully.

The DeepFoot twitched, a subtle movement that was missed by the unsuspecting hood wearing Marco but not by Star.

Marco's grin faded as he stared at his phone, the tiny screen showing the DeepFoot's petals widening, razor sharp teeth protruding from inside. Its stem arched back before lashing forward as quick as lightning.

“Ah!” Marco shouted, clutching his hand fearfully while Star pulled him away at the last possible second, the sounds of crunching plastic and electronic bits being munched into smaller and smaller bits.

The DeepFoot burped, flecks of what was once Marco's cell phone sprayed across his face.

Before Star or Marco could react, the DeepFoot gave a shudder, an unwell growl came from its stem before it folded forward, the colors faded and washed away.

“Marco! Look what you did! You made it sick”

“Me?” Marco couldn't keep the disbelief out of his tone as Star leaned forward to check on the little flower “It tried to eat me! WITH TEETH! IN ITS BUD! WITH TEETH”

“Ooooh” Star patted the flower gingerly “Sorry little plant. He didn't mean too. Feel better okay?”

Marco didn't know if it was the trauma talking or if he was losing his mind because he could've swore he saw the flower gave a weak nod in response.

“Well....” Star nervously chuckled “Let's try the next one, the Ankle Biter.”

Marco's eyes narrowed into a glare.

“Dude, just order” Janna nudged Tom in the side “It's not hard.”

“I don't even know what I'm looking at” Tom answered, eyes darting back and forth.

“It's a menu.”

Tom and Janna found themselves at the local Mcdonald's, a pasty teen anxiously waiting for the strange teen with demon horns to hurry up and order.

“I don't even know why I'm here” Tom sighed “They don't have anything good. Where's the tormented souls? Where's the broken hopes and dreams with a side order of pain and misery.”

“They're serving your food. Just get something. We don't have all day.”

“I didn't even want to come here!”

“Well you're here now so just order something.”

“Fine” Tom pouted, arms crossed “Give me a...I don't know an order of chicken nuggets and some fries.”

“umm” The pasty teen murmured “okay and you?”

Janna shrugged “I'll have a Big Mac and a soda.”

“Wait” Tom patted his pockets “I don't have my wallet.”

“You do” Janna said, pulling a black and red wallet with a cartoonish skull on its surface  out of her beanie “I just borrowed it for lunch, here you go.”

The cashier's gaze fell on some blood red notes with funny Latin symbols in Janna's hand.

“Umm....I don't think we take Blood Notes....anymore.”

“Shame” Janna clicked her tongue, checking her fingernails for nonexistent dirt “Because the prince of the Underworld does not like being denied.”

“Denied??” Tom stared at Janna in confusion “I don't even want to eat here. How did I even get here? I...”

Crack.

The only sound that was heard throughout the restaurant as Janna slammed her foot onto Tom's without warning.

The pasty teen's face received a nice tan as a plum of smoke and flame engulfed Tom's form, his eyes pure red, glowing despite the daylight pouring from the windows.

The cashier wiped the soot from his eyes and found Janna smirking at him, eyebrows wiggling with the promise of more demonic hijinks if he did not comply.

“Thank you for eating at McDonald’s”

Janna gave a cute, uncharacteristic girly grin “thank you!”

Tom fumed, huff and puffing with an intense rage, the flames growing each passing second and threatening to burn everything to a char black crisp.

“MY FURY KNOWS NO BOUNDS” Tom's voice was laced with the overtones of a demonic choir “I WILL NOT SUFFER THIS INJUSTICE ANY LONGER! I WILL BURN YOUR BODY TO ASH, I SHALL CHAR YOUR VERY SOUL AND TAINT IT WITH THE FIRES OF THE UNDERWORLD ITSELF!”

Tom rose into the air, consumed by raging fire.

Janna's face was indifference as she reached behind the counter, ignoring the cowering cashier while pulling out  a small tiny toy from the basket.

“Hey” Janna held up the tiny toy “Look.”

The flames died, Tom fell to the ground with a mighty thud, cracking the smooth tile floor beneath as he rose to his feet.

“Oh cool, is that a puppy?”

“Yep, yours if you stop burning down everything”

Tom sighed in defeat “Fine.”

“Cool. Let's go find our table.”

The cashier shook as the two walked over to a nearby table, acting like nothing just happened.

“STAAAAR HELP!” Marco yelled at the top of his lungs as he tried to pry his trapped arm from the massive of stems and flowers that wrapped themselves around his figure.

“Awww” Star held her hands together, looking adorably towards her best friend and the plant that held him hostage “he likes you!”

“STAR!”

Marco went along with the rest of the trip, hoping that the rest of the flowers would be more tame compared to the opener.

Unfortunately, it all went downhill from there.

Plant that spat acid before they ate you, Plants that would throw paralyzing thorn at those who ventured too close (thank god for the Mewman who cut in front of Marco), Plants that would pretend to be a food that you were craving before trying to swallow you whole. Plants that only existed if you thought they did and try to eat you. Plants that would hypnotize their prey into coming closer, plants that you can only see out of the corner of your eye as they approached. Plants that set themselves on fire, that froze the very air itself, that were able to create a mirror image of yourself and confuse you to which was the safe one to touch. All sorts of predatory plants with a common theme: being carnivorous.

The last plant on the list was named Kraken which should've been an obvious sign but Marco couldn't say no to Star's puppy dog face, chanting “please let this one be normal, please be normal.”

it wasn't

Marco still couldn't even see the body of the plant through all the thrashing: both of his body and waves it was causing across the surface of its massive water tank. The tentacle-like stems were a sickly green, thick as a tree trunk with pretty sky blue flowers and petals sparsely covering its surface.

“STAR!” Marco cried out again, flailing his one free hand wildly.

“AWWW HI MARCO!” Star waved in return “DON'T WORRY IT'LL TAKE AN HOUR BEFORE IT TRIES TO EAT YOU”

“STAR!”

“MARCO!”

“STAAAAAAAR!”

“MAAAAAARCO!”

Janna felt strange as Tom walked her to the front of the Diaz household, a comfortable silence between them as they calmly made their way to the door, frosty treats in their hand.

“This was not a complete waste of a trip” Tom said comfortably “I mean I didn't get to torment Marco but hey at least I found the joy of McDonald’s.”

“Right?” Janna murmured, hungrily dropping the ice cream into her waiting maw “I told you'd like it.”

“You did. You know I'm going to get you back for the wallet right?” Tom glanced towards Janna.

“If you didn't, I wouldn't respect you anymore” Janna shot back with a wink.

“You respect me?” Tom asked with a smile.

“Nope” Janna said with a flirty smile.

“Next time?” Tom questioned hopefully

Janna shrugged nonchalantly, bored and uninterested “We'll see. Maybe if I don't have anything else to do.”

“See you Janna”

and just like that Tom vanished in a whirl of smoke and flames.

Janna let out a sigh of relief, a faint trace of blush painting her cheeks.

“I can't wait Red.”

Janna grinned the goofiest grin she could as she walked inside the house and came to face to face with Mr. and Mrs. Diaz surprised but happy to see her.

“Janna, are you here for Star and Marco?”

“yeah” Janna answered with a dazed smile “I'll wait if that's okay with you.”

“Okay sweetie, come on I'll make you some lunch.”

Janna sighed once again

“That sounds great. Just perfect.”